Day Twenty-One: Something You're Proud Of

Something I'm Proud Of

Once upon a time, the Christmas after Mr. Will was born, Geoff bought me an acrylic paint set.  As a bit of a left-brained individual who struggles cutting a straight line with scissors, a gift centered on artistic creativity was unexpected. 

However, I'm always up for a challenge and to learn something new, so I embraced it and rolled up my sleeves.  I'm not one to be able to do abstract (impressionistic, perhaps), I had to find a photo that I could paint.  I decided on a newborn photo of the little man's feet. 

Below is the result.  I was really proud of this - and I really enjoyed doing it. I know the proportions are a bit out of whack, but it still far exceeded my expectations. I'll admit, I haven't done much since, but mostly because I'm unwilling to take on people, and I don't have a lot of photos of landscapes or other pant-able items.  But, I'm hoping to do more in the future!


Day Twenty: Something You Wonder "What If.." About

Something I Wonder "What If.." About

Graduating high school and going to college is a bit of a crazy time.  Not only are you bidding most of your friends adieu and moving into a dorm with strangers, you are faced with what feels like the weightiest decision of your life - what are you going to major in (and subsequently DO for the rest of your life!). 

I changed my major 5 times.  I started school as a pre-music major (with plans to major in Media Music or Vocal Performance).  I quickly changed to pre-nursing.  Then, after doing poorly in organic chemistry and feeling like I'd never qualify for the nursing program, I changed to a major in dietetics.  Shortly after that I realized that Public Relations would be a really great fit for me.  So, I changed to a pre-communications major and started the pre-reqs to PR.  At this point, however, I was a junior in college looking at another 3 years to get my degree.  Upon further review of my credits, I realized I could get my sociology degree in a couple semesters.  So, I changed to a sociology major and kept a minor in communications. 

If I'm being honest, I LOVE sociology.  It was a natural science for me.  I did great in my sociology classes and wrote some research papers I am still proud of to this day.  I often think about going back and getting a masters in sociology and going into research.  I also think that a thorough understanding of sociological principles has had practical applications in my work life (although I am very glad I did keep my minor - as that has been very helpful as well). 

However, I regularly wonder what would have happened if I'd pushed myself harder to get into the music program, or if I'd stuck it out in nursing or, even, if I'd invested the additional couple of years into a PR degree.  I'm quite happy with my current career path and have no doubt I'll be successful wherever I end up.  But, one thing I do know, I'm not going to be a nurse or a dietitian - and I would have been good at that, too, I'm sure. 

So, I wonder "what if I'd majored in..."

If it weren't so expensive, I might consider getting some additional degrees.  But, it's just not realistic. 


Day Nineteen: Things You Want to Say to an Ex

Things I Want to Say to an Ex

I feel like this prompt is meant for someone younger than myself.  Someone who hasn't been happily married for going-on 6 years.  Someone who is still pining over some love lost.  Someone who is still bitter of a bad breakup or bad treatment by a  boyfriend.

I am none of those things.  To be honest, I'm a girl who was pretty lucky in love.  The relationships that I had leading up to Geoff were all mostly positive.  I was treated pretty darn well (for the most part - I mean, teenagers are still teenagers) and the cases where I wasn't, well, it was a long time ago.  I'm not still sitting around wishing I could "let him have it" or "wondering what things might have been like if" because I'm with the one I want to be with. 

Geoff makes me feel beautiful and funny and smart.  He accepts me for my [many] faults and loves and supports me in all my kooky endeavors (heck, he moved to Fargo for me - that's LOVE).  He is the one and, although I wouldn't have admitted it all those years ago (8 now!), he was different from the minute I met him. 

So, sorry to disappoint, but I don't have a list of things I want to say to an ex.  Except for, I suppose, thank you for treating me well and loving me while I was growing up and learning about love and waiting to meet my man. 


Day Eighteen: Something You Miss

Something I Miss

For those of you how have only known the Amanda that has existed for the past few years, it may come as a surprise to know that just a few years ago I was very fit.  I went to the gym 6 days a week (for over a year straight) and could keep up with the best of them. 

I miss that.  I really do love to exercise. I miss feeling like I can move with ease and run and jump and be active without difficulty.  I think probably the biggest trial when trying to get back into shape is how clunky and uncoordinated and simply not fit that you feel. 

Okay - so I wasn't quite THAT fit. ;) But, admit it, Jake (a college friend and roommate of my bro) and I look pretty convincing.  Cougar tailgating - something else I miss!
Last night, as a matter of fact, I signed up for a 30 day trial with a local gym and have the goal to get there 5 days a week (I did make it to my first day yesterday).  I did day one of this 4 Week Beginners Running Program (thanks, Pinterest!).  It was hard.  Embarrassingly so.  But, I'm going to stick with it because I know the results are worth it!

If I can make it through the four weeks, I'm considering signing up for the Fargo Marathon 5k or 10k.  We'll see.