Tag Archives: Seductive Vocabulary

Don’t Do It Halfway

livsnjutareDo you know anyone like this?  I do.  I admire them.  Everyone I’ve met who loves life deeply exudes passion for…all the things.  A life filled with passion is a great thing.

‘Til next time,

Jessica

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How Do You Process Your Thoughts?

babelismI tend to process complicated things out loud.  Whether those are emotions, concepts, plans, whatever, I need to talk it out.  Responses are generally not necessary because what pours out of my mouth is a confusions of ideas, speech, and thought.  Once I sift through the rubble, I have a cohesive…something.

In this respect, I can relate to Sherlock Holmes and the skull.  I have been known to talk to the dog.  Dexter isn’t the best conversationalist, but he’s an excellent listener.

‘Til next time,

Jessica


I Can Relate

abibliophobiaEvery time I head out on a trip, I begin to get anxious unless I’ve packed a book for every day I’m going to be away.  I’m not talking comic books here.  These are novels.  They’re heavy.  They take up massive amounts of space.  There’s always a nagging feeling I’ve forgotten something unless I have them.

‘Til next time,

Jessica


Exploring the Strange and Marvelous

selcouthI like exploring the unfamiliar, rare and strange.  It almost always turns out to be marvelous.  Every time I uncover a gem of knowledge and get to polish and shine until it becomes part of my collection, it makes me happy.

‘Til next time,

Jessica


Retail Therapy

oniochalasiaOh, oniochalasia, I know you well.  Otherwise known as I’m-having-a-bad-day-I-need-pineapple-shoes.  Not always the best way of coping with the vagaries of life, but surprisingly effective.

Life lesson – don’t use credit for retail therapy.  You require more retail therapy when the bill comes due!

‘Til next time,

Jessica


Stormborn

louringGame of Thrones is seriously affecting my view of the world.  I saw this definition, and I think of storms, stormborn…you can guess the rest.

‘Til next time,

Jessica


This is No Air Castle

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I’m beginning to put together the logistical pieces for my graphic design firm, and in all the immense excitement, there’s a little kernel of fear too.  However, this is no castle in the air I’m building here.  The Fraud Police get no niche carved out for them.

Its early stages yet, but when I’m closer to the launch, I’ll share.  I promise.

‘Til next time,

Jessica


Wordy Thursday

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With Halloween just a couple of days away, I thought I’d confess one of my greatest fears.  Amanda Palmer refers to the “Fraud Police” in her book The Art of Asking.  You know, the people who will eventually figure out you have no idea what you’re doing and call you out for it…yeah, I can relate.

‘Til next time,

Jessica


Goldilocks Had the Right Idea

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This summer I’ve listened to a lot of Zac Brown Band (fine, I listen to them all year round, but especially summer).  Jekyll + Hyde is an awesome album, what  can I say?  A particular line from the song “Homegrown” sticks with me, and has since the first time I heard the song.  “I have everything I need, and nothing that I don’t.”  This lyric has inspired a lot of thought about Happiness v. Contentment, the nature of greed and satisfaction, and the list really goes on and on. (I can’t imagine why co-workers tell me I over think  things sometimes.)

I think this Swedish word, lagom, sums it up as nicely as Goldilocks and the Three Bears.  I’m working on shaving off all that unnecessary stuff, and cultivating a life that’s “just right”.

How do you prune the excess out of your life?  Heck, how do you decide what you don’t need?  (I may be a bit of a pack rate both literally and metaphorically)
‘Til next time,

Jessica


Guilty As Charged

hoppipollaI like this word, hoppipolla.  It sounds fun popping from the lips.  Try it?  See!  Awesome!

This is something I am usually guilty of.  Unless there’s somewhere I have to be where staying clean and dry is required, I’ll jump in the puddle.  I don’t require children to be present to encourage me either.

My parents have a couple of acres around their home, and in the very back there’s a pond in the spring and fall (usually it dries up in the summer, but there’s been a lot of rain this year.  It might still be there.)  A couple of months ago, my nephew and a friend got geared up (yep, required when the pasture is overgrown) and went exploring.

When they returned my nephew chattered on about a pond, and an island in the middle of the pond.  That’s when I believe my mother lost it.  I didn’t get to witness it, but I can make an educated guess.  This is not the first time a 14-year-old, living in her home has made such a statement.

Last time, it ended up with me commandeering an old cooler to become my “boat” and sailing for that island.  All was well, until my “boat” drifted off…I was stranded on an island.  Not quite a desert island, but I was wishing for rope or string or even a twisty tie to keep the “boat” with me…or galoshes.  Galoshes would have been nice.

The pond wasn’t deep, but I had (once again) received a lecture about getting muddy and wet in the pasture.  Plus, it was kind of cold out.  I could tell the water wasn’t going to be nice and warm.  Fortunately, I was rescued by my dad, who really couldn’t understand why I didn’t just walk out.

What can I say?  Piggyback rides are fun!
‘Til next time,

Jessica