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Thursday, November 10, 2011

Q & A

I've seen this neat book a few times in blog-land. It looked so incredibly interesting to me. But no one really referenced what it was about or where they got it.
But the other day I was spending my life savings in Anthropologie and I stumbled upon it!


It's a question a day, every day for a year. Then the next year you do it again and see how different your answers are. It's designed to go on for five years!
While I'm a terrible journal-er, I love personal questions and answers so this is right up my alley.

I really loved the interior design as well.



Here are a few questions from the book, with my own personal answers included.
What would your answers be?




This one is pretty easy for me right now. I am so so excited about my first little one on the way. Full disclosure, it has definitely been a mixed bag of feelings at times. For every happy, excited, thrilled moment there are also moments of complete fear, inadequacy, and the general unknown.
But I think I've finally gotten my official taste of baby fever, so excitement is winning at the moment.
I can't wait until little Jake gets here!




Umm, ouch. This is tough. I have entirely too many shortcomings to chose from.
The one that's been on my mind lately is how hard of a time I have accepting that everyone isn't just like me. People think differently that I do. And this bugs the crap out of me. I mean, really, doesn't everyone know that Nissan cars, the color grey, and Alabama football are the best in their classes? How could anyone possibly manage their money differently, believe different theology, or make drastically different life choices that I do? Don't they know that my way is the highway?
It's not even a matter of right or wrong. I just worry sometimes that I'm an overly opinionated, close minded, obstinate person. And I don't want to be that person. No one likes that person.
How is that person going to convince the world that Pepsi is far superior to Coke??





Yikes. 
Considering I'm halfway through a pregnancy, I think I feel ok about it right now. Having said that, I'm absolutely terrified about the next few months. Really, I'm going to get bigger?? Much bigger?? And have a baby?? Dear Jake, please be kind to mommy. She wants to be pretty again after all this is said and done.




Embarrassingly, this is entirely too easy. J.B. and I live pretty goofy lives. We have dance parties in the car to ridiculous 90's songs, run laps around the inside of our house while screaming just to get the dogs acting crazy, and shamelessly mock everything.
I love that about us. We're fun. And things are never the same from one moment to the next.





Generous people. 
People that truly sacrifice of their time, money or abilities to make this world a better place. Whether its Extreme Home Makeover or a story about a friend who's adopting a child from China, I have an incredible amount of admiration for those that are will to grab life by the horns and give.
You've probably noticed that I have pretty soft spot in my heart for the military as well. I'm just so blown away by the sacrifices these men and women are willing to make to keep strangers like me safe and happy.
People that give make me so happy. It fills my heart with complete joy {and usually makes me cry}.

It also reminds me of how little I give. And how much I have.





I'm not a very good friend. There, I said it.
It's not that I don't like you. It's that I'm a bit of a recluse and a horrible introvert with new folks. 
 I like my bubble. I like my sweatpants. I like my comfy couch. 
I'm terrible at keeping up with people. I'm terrible at making plans. I'm just terrible.
But I've tried to reach out more in the last couple of years. Since moving to Madison, we've made some great new friends here in the area that J.B. and I both really enjoying being around. It's been an incredibly blessing really. I never knew what I was missing out on by being a hermit!





I think I've told you about my letters before. Every time J.B. and I are apart {for more than a day or two}, he writes me a letter to keep while he's gone. Christmas, birthday, anniversaries and just general happiness can warrant a letter too. I'm not sure there is anything in our entire house that I cherish more. I keep them in a drawer in my nightstand and love the read through them from time to time.
My man is the very best. :)




Well, here's hoping it doesn't come to this!
But I've always wanted to be fluent in a foreign language. I took Spanish for a couple of years in high school, but I was silly and distracted so pretty much nothing stuck. I love the beauty of words that flow with a totally different sound. People that can jump from one language to another without missing a beat leave me in complete shock and awe. 
Unfortunately, I have the attention span and discipline of a goldfish. So I'm afraid that it might take a steel cell before I put this into action...






Ohhhhh, this one is so easy! Hot wings!!
I've always always loved wings, but I think being pregnant has vamped up my affinity for this spicy deliciousness. Don't laugh... but I think I've had them at least once a week for last month or two.
I'm pretending like it's totally normal because its still football season....





Fun. This is definitely one that will change over time. Five years ago it was just me. I'd never had a sister that I shared a room with, a roommate in college, or even an extended house guest.
I loved my "me space" and my complete privacy.
Of course, that's all changed now. And I can't imagine life any differently. Between my handsome husband and my two crazy dogs, someone is always around. If J.B. isn't sleeping next to me at night, Denver is.
And I'm sure this will be very different in another five years. With the addition of at least one kiddo {maybe two by then} my house is probably going to be as loud and rambunctious as possible.




Wow. That was fun. Really gets you thinking!
Pardon me, I need to go give something away now...


4 comments:

  1. I really enjoyed this post. Not only for the awesomeness of this book, but also for the peak into your inner-thoughts. I applaud your openness with this. There are far too many people out there who will share anything and everything, but few of them are absolutely honest with their audience. I totally relate to your answer for your biggest shortcoming. I am afraid of that in myself as well. I mainly just explain it away as pride (which it is), but its more than that. Its becoming so set in my ways that I can't be moved. The only healthy way to approach an argument is to test the validity of your own. I would much rather be proven wrong (although I certainly do not act like it sometimes), than to be proven right. If proven wrong, then I learn something. If proven right, I continue on with my assumptions/beliefs. That's why I LOVE talking to older people. They have experienced so much, and much more than I have. I try to keep an absolute open mind so I can see their point-of-view and learn from their experiences. An elderly man once told me that every time an old person dies, it is like burning down a library. That's really sad to think about. They have so much experience, so much wisdom, and we "youngsters" refuse to listen.

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  2. I think I'm going to have to go buy this book now. Thanks for sharing!

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  3. Thanks guys! I loved doing this post too! It's always good to "get real" with yourself sometimes.

    Chris, love what you're saying here. Old folks rock! :)

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  4. Sarah, I am SO glad you shared this book with us! (and your thoughts) What a wonderful way to see the subtle, and sometimes not so subtle changes that life brings our way. LOVE IT!

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