Picking Up Where I Left Off

You see, that's the funny thing aboutblogs.  They seem like such a great idea at the time.  It is so funto make them and customize them.  But then you actually have to writein it.  I haven't quite mastered that step yet...

But I am bored.  So here I go.

About two years ago, almost to the day, I posted about newbeginnings.  About the days in between.  It was such a liberatingpost, and I envisioned this blog as a means to chronicle my everyday life,hence -> The Days In Between.

Well unfortunately, there have been a lot of days in between thatI have not written about.  All I can say is - oh well.

But I will also say - I am starting again!  Yay!

Maybe this will be my new years resolution.  .....That is anextreme ~maybe~.

All I know is I felt like writing.  So here I write.

It is officially Christmas Day, so first things first - MerryChristmas!  I hope that your Christmas was merrier than mine...

I have the flu.  Sucks to be me.

Downside - I missed my family Christmas gathering because I did notwant to get anyone else sick.

Upside - I had the house to myself and I had a wonderful eveningof Netflix and Christmas goodies planned.

Then I broke Netflix, and had to resort to regular TV.

#firstworldproblems

There was one good thing about tonight.  I was able to"face-time in" to my family's Christmas gathering!  I got towatch my little cousin open her gifts, and I got to listen to the visiting andchitchat.  Technology really does have a way of bringing people together. So that was fun.

Hmmm.

I seem to have run out of things to say.  (I know, I know.Some people never thought that would happen! Har.  Har.)

Well.

I am never quite sure how to wrap this up.  I don't have acute saying or phrase to end these things yet.

But I do have a cute dog....

So here you go.

This is what I had to listen to ALL NIGHT.  She was very talkative.

 

I swear, she thinks she is a human.

Merry Christmas everyone!

Liz

The Days in Between

Hi.

I'm Elizabeth

Liz for short.

This is my blog.

It will highlight my new beginning. (Hopefully)

For reasons that I will not divulge, I find myself at a crossroads in my life.  I cannot go back, yet I am scared to go forward.

However, rather than feeling sorry for myself, in light of my new circumstances, I have decided to celebrate this journey.  I know it will be worth celebrating at some point. (Again, hopefully)


The description mentions a dream.  My dream.

It's not an uncommon, unreachable dream.  It's not a spectacular, wild or imaginative dream.

It's just my dream, and I'm quite fond of it.

(-tangent alert-) It's not even really a dream, but more of a goal.  However, the word "dream" sounds magical and special, while the word "goal" sounds depressing and makes me think of losing weight or homework.  Yuk.

So, "dream" it is.

Okay, now for the bad news. (Here comes the catch)

.....

I have to wait for my dream.

That is the funny thing about dreams.  They wouldn't really be dreams if they weren't worth the wait.

Think about it.  If the Prince had found Cinderella after the first glass slipper fitting, would the fairytale be worth telling?

And it's not like I can reach my dream if I just hope real hard.  Unlike Cinderella, getting all dressed up and experiencing a wardrobe malfunction (get it?) will not get me my dream.

I really have to wait.

For the right time.  The right place.  The right...-everything.

Doesn't that sound like fun?

Again, instead of complaining and feeling sorry for myself, I have learned something.

Maybe it's not about the dream.  Maybe it's about the getting to it.

I mean, what do we really know about Cinderella after the prince returned the slipper and they lived "happily ever after"?  Very little.

But we all know about her journey before the ball.

So, after much contemplation, I have come to a conclusion.

I am not going to tell you my dream.

Because it's not about the dream.

My happily ever after will come one day.  And it will be wonderful...

But what about all the days in between?

You can find them here.