18. Your beliefs.
I believe in fate.
I believe that God is Love. He was, is and always will be.
I believe in romance.
I believe in family dinners every night.
I believe everyone has a soul-mate.
I believe in coloring, no matter how old you are.
I believe in laughing and laughing loud.
I believe in tradition.
I believe in sweat pants, messy hair and over-sized t-shirts.
I believe in letting yourself get lost in a good book.
I believe in change.
I believe everything is as it should be.
I believe in inner beauty.
I believe there is good in absolutely everyone.
I believe in being silly.
I believe in eating and NEVER counting calories.
I believe in following your heart.
I believe in Christmas magic.
I believe in luck. Good luck, bad luck, dumb luck, all of it.
I believe that family comes first.
I believe in writing.
I believe in taking long walks.
I believe in dancing like a maniac.
I believe in deep intelligent conversation and heart to heart's.
I believe in loving with everything you are.
I believe if something's worth doing, it's worth doing right.
I believe that hard work pays off.
I believe in giving.
I believe that anyone can serve as inspiration to someone else.
I believe that a cat can change your life.
I believe in taking responsibility for your own life.
I believe in sleeping in.
I believe that a little mascara and some high heels can make any woman feel beautiful.
I believe in empowering others.
I believe in angels.
I believe in being organized.
I believe that more often than not people underestimate how strong they are.
I believe that every day is a choice. You always have a choice.
I believe that everything is better when it's PINK.
I believe in adventure.
I believe in singing your heart out when and where you feel like it.
I believe that some rules are meant to be broken. Eat raw cookie dough and stay up late.
I believe that you get out of something as much as you put into it.
I believe what is said about having to love yourself before you can love others.
I believe that people come into your life for a reason. To teach you something, to give you something or to love you.
I believe that confidence is important, but character is what's really attractive.
I believe in going for long drives.
I believe in being courageous even when you're shaking in your boots.
I believe in being honest even when it's hard.
I believe in heaven.
I believe that life happens to everyone and it's hard to say if what's happening is horrible or if it will someday be the greatest blessing you've ever encountered.
I believe in making wishes. At 11:11, on birthday candles, eye lashes, and falling stars.
I believe in passion.
I believe in the power of words.
I believe in doing something simply because you want to do it.
I believe that you're more attractive if you smell good.
I believe in surprises.
I believe there's a certain magic that comes with Wednesday.
I believe people are as important as you make them. Period.
I believe in second chances.
I believe in best friends.
I believe that bacon is best served with syrup.
I believe in affection. If you love someone don't be afraid to show it.
I believe that educating the world would solve most of it's problems.
I believe in movie days.
I believe that the grass is always greener on the other side. So water your own grass and while you're at it plant some flowers.
I believe in protecting the things most precious to you.
I believe in karma.
I believe that children know much more than people give them credit for.
I believe in taking risks, taking chances and taking long showers.
I believe in fighting for what you believe in.
I believe in eating one bowl of ice cream every day.
I believe in the power of prayer.
I believe in heroes.
I believe that every day should be treated as an occasion.
I believe in loyalty.
I believe everyone has a purpose and a reason for living.
I believe that every story is worth telling.
I believe in myself.
I believe in my dreams.
I believe in my future.
I believe in living the life you've always imagined.
<3 Kelci
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Day Fourteen -- Knowing
14. Your earliest memory.
Well as promised, I'm back and though it's only been a few days away from the computer, I feel like I owe you something grand to make up for lost time. I fear however, this is far from grand and is actually rather simple.
I was younger than two, don't ask me how much younger because I don't know. I don't remember the date or the month, I just know I was younger than two, because Derek, my little brother (who was born a week before I turned two) was not yet alive. This places us somewhere between October of 1990 and September of 1992.
The memory is more of a snapshot if you will, a little moment of my life frozen in my mind as a panoramic photograph. Nothing happens, there is no dialog, no one else is in it, it's just me own my own, observing. The moment is just there. Which is why this makes it so difficult to put words too. I wish I had a projector so I could just find the reel labeled "earliest memory" and push play for all of you to watch.
I am in a room sitting up all by myself. I'm looking out from my crib and I can see my older brother's big kid bed, it's red metal. I can see the window and the blinds are closed, soft yellow light fills the room. I can see toys scattered around and I know there is other furniture in the room, but I couldn't describe it to you in detail. I look down, I'm sitting with my baby blanket, I see the colors, red, blue, yellow.
I told you, nothing grand, I have no idea what happens next. When I shared this memory with my mom, she was almost shocked. Apparently it was at our very first house and I believe that my Aunt Wendy still lived with us.
It's amazes me that I was once that little and it's almost impossible to imagine. I was there, I was present for all of those moments, but still they aren't there in my memory and those that are, are faint. I often contemplate when we go from just existing to KNOWING we exist. I've talked about a moment similar to this before in my blog, the moment we first realize we mattered. Both moments for me, are difficult to find the words for and even though I have, they aren't things I can readily reflect on at a moments notice. It takes awhile for the memory to surface, to rise up into my consciousness and sit with me.
Even though I may not actively remember every moment, I believe that each breath and step that little girl took was a tiny stitch in the seams that hold me together and make me who I am. I know had it not been for those moments, remembered or not, my heart wouldn't be the same. Maybe we don't remember them, because we don't have too. The moment itself is like glue while it's wet, but once it dries you can't see it, or remember it, but it's still glue and it's there holding you together. My first memory is just one of the many windows in the sunflower castle that is my soul. A simple, small, beautiful window that only lets in the softest yellow light.
Kelci
Well as promised, I'm back and though it's only been a few days away from the computer, I feel like I owe you something grand to make up for lost time. I fear however, this is far from grand and is actually rather simple.
I was younger than two, don't ask me how much younger because I don't know. I don't remember the date or the month, I just know I was younger than two, because Derek, my little brother (who was born a week before I turned two) was not yet alive. This places us somewhere between October of 1990 and September of 1992.
The memory is more of a snapshot if you will, a little moment of my life frozen in my mind as a panoramic photograph. Nothing happens, there is no dialog, no one else is in it, it's just me own my own, observing. The moment is just there. Which is why this makes it so difficult to put words too. I wish I had a projector so I could just find the reel labeled "earliest memory" and push play for all of you to watch.
I am in a room sitting up all by myself. I'm looking out from my crib and I can see my older brother's big kid bed, it's red metal. I can see the window and the blinds are closed, soft yellow light fills the room. I can see toys scattered around and I know there is other furniture in the room, but I couldn't describe it to you in detail. I look down, I'm sitting with my baby blanket, I see the colors, red, blue, yellow.
I told you, nothing grand, I have no idea what happens next. When I shared this memory with my mom, she was almost shocked. Apparently it was at our very first house and I believe that my Aunt Wendy still lived with us.
It's amazes me that I was once that little and it's almost impossible to imagine. I was there, I was present for all of those moments, but still they aren't there in my memory and those that are, are faint. I often contemplate when we go from just existing to KNOWING we exist. I've talked about a moment similar to this before in my blog, the moment we first realize we mattered. Both moments for me, are difficult to find the words for and even though I have, they aren't things I can readily reflect on at a moments notice. It takes awhile for the memory to surface, to rise up into my consciousness and sit with me.
Even though I may not actively remember every moment, I believe that each breath and step that little girl took was a tiny stitch in the seams that hold me together and make me who I am. I know had it not been for those moments, remembered or not, my heart wouldn't be the same. Maybe we don't remember them, because we don't have too. The moment itself is like glue while it's wet, but once it dries you can't see it, or remember it, but it's still glue and it's there holding you together. My first memory is just one of the many windows in the sunflower castle that is my soul. A simple, small, beautiful window that only lets in the softest yellow light.
Kelci
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