His Desired

His Desired: Just Try : I have recently found a new interest. One of which I never thought would capture my attention. It was not a book, or hobby, or even somethin...

I have recently found a new interest. One of which I never thought would capture my attention. It was not a book, or hobby, or even something pretty. It is an idea. An idea that started when I was a child. Somehow through the rugged terrain of my life that idea was lost beneath the volcanic ash of time, influence, and reality. Recently though, I went on an excavation adventure. An excavation of my heart, mind, and soul. An excavation of me. What I found buried under the decay was an idea. Within that idea was a dream.  I'm not brilliant or clever in any way. I'm sure if I were to take an IQ test my score would border on average. But I've never considered myself stupid. However, as I study the dream within the idea of my childhood I find myself asking when did I become so unintelligent? More specifically why was I stupid enough not to believe in the dream?  What was the idea? Simple really. My idea was that I was going to live a happy and fulfilling life. Not succumbing to...

His Desired: Self-Swindling : "All other swindlers upon earth are nothing to the self-swindlers, and with such pretences did I cheat myself." Great Expectati...

"All other swindlers upon earth are nothing to the self-swindlers, and with such pretences did I cheat myself." Great Expectations, Charles Dickens My husband surprised me with a birthday date on Monday, February 22, 2016. We woke early. He took me out of town.  We ate breakfast at Bob Evans. I had a hot cup of coffee that he enjoyed refilling for me whenever it allayed.  Then I would pour in a new flavor of creamer. He would ask me how it tasted and I would reply. Then we went to the mall.  He took me to Macy's. He took me to JC Penny.  I got my hair cut and am in love with my twenty-five year old appropriate hairstyle.  We shared a pretzel and Chinese food for lunch. He took me to Maurices, to Bath and Body Works, to Rue 21, to Old Navy, to every clothing store and then some.  We browsed FYE and engrossed ourselves with the energy of a day at the mall. Then he took me to the bookshop.  There were so many titles I hardly k...

   For the last seven days, I have posted pictures with my husband as part of the Love Your Spouse Challenge on Facebook. Coincidentally, on the thirteenth of this month, he and I will have celebrated seven years together as a couple. As I scoured my files for pictures I thought represented us and our relationship through the years, I could not help but reflect on the memories captured in those moments. Smile after smile painted my face as I formulated a collage of funny pictures we have taken throughout the last couple of years. More smiles came as I recalled our trips and vacations together. But when I scanned through the photos that captured tight smiles and awkward poses, my soul sang. Those are the best memories in my opinion. The memories that make you realize how far you have come and remind you of what you had to do to overcome the obstacles of life in order to travel to where you are now. Those beautiful hardships that maybe added a crease in your forehead, or wrinkle...