Jake brought this little bamboo piece home months ago and it’s been sitting in a glass in shallow water for months, living. To me, this is a miracle. I have the brownest thumb I know; I kill all plants. Even the ones hard to kill. But this little one has been living for a long time, quietly and persistantly.
David’s still sick. 102. I wish I knew what was wrong. Actually, I wish he’d get better so I can stop worrying altogether. While we’re at that, I also wish my heartburn would go away. I’m not a fan of it. I think five days in a row of both of us being alone and a little or a lot sick is finally getting to me, so I am feeling a bit restless today. Not to mention the 303 emails in my inbox that need attention….
Here’s a snap of the little boy from this morning. Sick but still as cute as ever.
I know I’ve been whining a lot lately and thank you for putting up with me. While I’m not at the best physical shape, I’m actually doing quite well emotionally and psychologically. I feel calm and peaceful. I love feeling the baby kick and while I’m not experiencing the huge excitement some mothers seem to have when expecting, I know this is not alarming. I never did have it with David either and I was worried then but I am not now. If I love this baby half as much as I love David, he or she will be much loved. And I know I am going to love her or him at least as much so I am not worried.
And just so you don’t think you’re leaving without a tulip shot:
Have a wonderful Tuesday.
This is David at the doctor’s. Look at those piercing eyes. Even with pinkeye, he looks amazing. I took him to the doctor today cause last night as I put him to bed, I realized he was burning up and it turned out he had a temperature of 102. When I looked it up online, it said pinkeye and temperature together could mean ear infection so I figured better safe than sorry. I think I jinxed him by telling the doctor how healthy he’s been when I took him in for the yearly checkup last week. Oh well. He has no infections and the fever is down a bit today so we’ll see how tomorrow is.
I seem to be doing ok today, gave up on trying to be super-productive and just taking it easy. Resting, relaxing, and reading. And just in case you thought I might be done with the tulips, I bought a purple bunch today so expect some more photos later this week.
Happy Monday!
Jake and I were listening to Gladwell’s new book Outliers on the way to Los Angeles a few weeks ago and amongst many other interesting points, one of the things he talked about was the ability to master anything by putting 10,000 hours of work into it.
This is a well-talked-about number: 10,000. It comes down to about three hours a day, everday, for ten years. It may seem like a long time to you but it somehow didn’t to me. Instead, it got me thinking. If I were to spend three hours of my time for ten years on something, what would I want it to be? What’s the one thing I’d want to accomplish?
The thing is, there are many things I wish I were better at: photography, painting, mixed media, physics, math, psychology, swimming, tennis, running, drawing, languages…Just to name a few. But if I were to accomplish one thing, I always come back to the same one: writing a novel and getting it published.
I want to write. I want to get published. Not self-publish. I cannot explain the reasons. It’s just a craving I have. I don’t need it to be a bestseller and I don’t need to write five more. Just one book published by a reputable company would make me feel fulfilled. Ten years ago, I was spending a lot of time writing. Now: none.
So it got me thinking…if this is really my biggest wish, maybe I should start spending some time on it. Shouldn’t I?
If you were to spend 10,000 hours mastering something, what would it be?
Today’s catalyst is: Pick a photo that brings up some emotions and create your art around it.
Here are my words:
I look at this photo of my son and I am filled with emotions. Not just for him, but for all the other people I can see in his face. In his eyes and long eyelashes, I see my wonderful husband whose eyes were one of the first things that made me fall in love with him. On his nose, I see the freckles that my sister and dad have; the little dots we used to hate as kids that I now find adorable in my son. This little boy, in one photo, can bring together everyone I love in the world and make my heart explode.
What can I tell you? I can’t help myself.
A quiet day around here. Exhaustion, heartburn, and nausea translates to not doing much besides sitting around. The fact that it’s raining cats and dogs isn’t doing much to inspire me to go out either. So David and I are just enjoying some relaxing time togehter.
I’ve been thinking a lot about writing and how I spend my time lately. More on this later. Off to lie in bed and read some. I hope you’re having a great weekend.
I know it’s the crappiest photo and, in retrospect, I should have taken a screenshot instead of a photo but I don’t care. HAPPY BIRTHDAY YONA!!! My wonderful sister is born on this very special day and I am so sorry I am not there to give her a huge hug in person. But I am still very thankful for computers and the fact that I was able to talk to her and see her this morning.
Little boy had a rough night last night, he was up on and off all night. Have I mentioned he woke up with pinkeye yesterday? Yeah, that was fun. I think his nose is all stuffed up so it’s been bothering him and keeping him up at night. Jake also had a rough night cause he drove all the way to SFO to realize he missed his flight and had to come back home and fly out this morning. It did mean I got to spend some time with him on Valentine’s day which was fun but all of us are a bit worn out from the long night.
Here’s Jake and David checking out a special lego set Jake owns. Another daddy-David moment.
I’m officially ready for my long, relaxing weekend to begin. I have some fun movies to watch, chocolate, and a few good books to curl up with. What more can a girl ask for?
Happy Valentine’s Day. May you have a wonderful one filled with health, peace, and love.
A few weeks ago my good friend Jess came over for a playdate between her son and David. While the two played, we chatted. At some point, Jess said “you get so much done!” and I told her how there’s a long list of things I don’t do (like cooking) so I have more time. She insisted that even so I was more productive than the usual person.
I am not sure if that’s true but it is something I’ve heard before so it got me thinking. And I think I’ve realized the two important factors to what helps me get things done.
The first one is commitment. Or maybe more like a neurosis. When I decide to do something, I feel an inexplicable sense of responsibility. I don’t like to leave things unfinished. I’d rather never start than leave unfinished. It doesn’t matter if it’s for work or for my personal todo list. Once I decided to do it, I will do it. So this commitment part is the first crucial element since without thinking it’s important, it’s relatively hard to choose to get something done instead of relaxing.
The second has to do more with timing. If the task can be finished in a day, I will finish it. I’d rather lose sleep than leave it unfinished. Not only will I never do it but it drives me completely insane when others do it. That’s why I was up late last night moving karenika to its new domain. I couldn’t bear the idea of this task dragging over days.
But there are many tasks that cannot be finished in a single day. Like the 365 photos or weekly tags or scrapbooking or writing a book for example. For those, I use another trick: routine. As much as possible, I try to establish a routine so that it’s a recurring event on my schedule. I take my daily photos every morning unless I know we have an upcoming event later in the day (like the doctor’s appointment we had earlier this week.) I do my tags each weekend (sometimes sooner if I have an inspiring idea). I do my AMM kit the first weekend after I receive it. I just sit and do it. I don’t give myself the option of postponing.
I know that there are a lot of other tricks to productivity (like “Eat the frog” which is doing the thing you’re least looking forward to, first) but it turns out, for me, what matters most for long term productivity (especially for non-work related things that don’t really have to be done) is the commitment and setting up a routine.
I’ve been thinking a lot about marriage and commitment lately. As I’ve hinted in the last couple of weeks, we’ve been hearing a lot of bad news from friends lately. Several marriages or long-term relationships (and I mean really long term) are falling apart and the news is making us sad. This happened several years ago when we first moved to San Diego, too. At the time, four or five couples called us in a matter of two weeks to let us know about their divorce and it had put me in a similar mood that I’ve been in for the last several weeks.
Pensive. Scared. Sad.
I am not sure why this news seems to come in batches or maybe the batches are more memorable so I don’t remember the intermittent ones as much. Either way, I’ve been really sad thinking about my friends and all the years they devoted into their relationship and how it’s dissolved. Especially when there are children involved. I still remember my parents’ divorce very clearly. Even though our story ended wonderfully with my parents getting back together, I know that’s really rare and divorce is really hard on kids. (so is a bad marriage, i know.)
A few weeks ago dooce had a post about which one is harder: marriage or motherhood. Of course, they each have their own challenges and it depends on the circumstances but one of the things someone said stuck with me: it’s much easier to take your marriage for granted. You know a baby/kid needs help and care. You don’t tend to forget that often. Yet, we don’t always remember the same thing about marriage.
Marriage (or relationships) need attention and care, too. Your significant other, as a person, needs attention and the marriage itself also needs care. A lot of communication, reserved time, tenderness, forgiveness, and love. But, I think most of this gets lost in the shuffle. Between work, taking care of kids and keepping daily motions of life, we tend to forget or ignore the little moments. We let resentment build up or, even worse, we simply give up and let things rot. And then, sometimes years later, we look up and realize there’s nothing left. That’s what I am most scared of because I never want to let that happen.
Despite our bad moments, I know exactly why I chose Jake over others in the world and I know everything I love about him and all the ways in which he’s a perfect fit for my life. I don’t want neglect to wear that out. I want to be the kind of person who remembers to take care of our love and relationship just like I care for David. I know that some days I just get too lazy or too tired.
But then weeks like these come and I realize that the cost of such laziness is way too high.
Yesterday was David’s 4-year checkup. Our doctor is so nice and sweet and good with David that it’s a joy to watch them. Here he is letting David listen to his own heartbeat. We also did an eye test and a hearing test and everything else. All seems to be well for our healthy little one. Knock on wood.
David was so funny during the hearing test that we had to do it three times. The rule was that you had to raise your hand when you hear a sound and put it down when the sound goes away. David was so distracted that he’d either forget to raise his hand or forget to put it down. Finally after the third time we explained, he did focus for a few minutes and passed with flying colors.
This week’s question was “if i could do it all again, would i change
anything?”
I don’t believe in looking back. When I make a decision, I think for a
long time and I work hard to make sure I believe it’s the best decision
I can make with what information I have available at the time. This way,
I don’t regret anything because I know I didn’t do it haphazardly. I
believe life is about moving forward and looking forward. I also firmly
believe that we don’t know how the paths we didn’t take would have ended
up, so I wouldn’t change anything.
This week’s technique was inspired by the amazing Loretta Grayson,
specifically this
piece. I’ve always wanted to try sewing more creatively and I used
acrylic paint and the back of my brush for the while lines. It doesn’t
come close to comparing to her beautiful art but it was still a lot of
fun to experiment.
I am combining Emily Falconbridge’s art journal questions with trying a
new technique each week. You can see the see full list: here
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monthly projects from previous years
some of my previous projects
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