my voice

Are you watching the show The Voice?

I am in love with it.

I love the concept.

I love the coaching.

I love Blake Shelton.

And I have a new found love for Adam Levine.

I mean, a man covered in tattoos, wearing a chunky cardigan … something about that combo I. am. loving.

I do have a thing for juxtaposition.

But what I really love…

…is watching people follow their dreams.

Giving it their all.

Putting themselves totally out there with nothing but themselves, and their talent.

It gives me goosebumps…it brings tears to my eyes.

Standing in a fighting ring, belting it out against someone else with the same dream.

It makes me wonder…what is my wildest dream?

And, if I had the opportunity to pursue it, in a ring … competing with someone else with the exact same dream … and only one of us could succeed in that moment … would I hit the high note?

And you?  Do you ever wonder that?  Or wonder about something else entirely?

And … in contemplating my wildest dream, our little breadbox covered in random tile doesn’t seem so significant.  But we already knew that, didn’t we … or we wouldn’t be living here.  🙂

And, please be sure to read the word “awesome” sarcastically wherever you see it in this post.

(These pictures were all taken before move in day in December 2009 … we were granted early access to do some painting and cleaning.)

And have you done any super simple projects lately?  Hopefully I’ll see you at the It’s a Cinch link party on Tuesday.

the space between
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give peace a chance

I was innocently laying on the couch, watching Dateline, admiring the hutch to tv stand transformation…

…when I noticed the tile.
Do you have that one …  pain in the neck, always under your skin, jumping out with the ugly reminder that it’s always there … thing?

Mine, for sure, is the tile in this little house
But the thing with it is…I can’t change it.

And I choose to have peace with it.

Like I have peace with our outdoor washing machine.

Like I have peace with this old lady. (more…)

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