Wednesday, October 26, 2011

On Cars, Motivation and Eternal Life

Why is it that the things we want the absolute most out of our lives, our greatest aspirations and objectives are never the things that seem to motivate us to action? We question ourselves on how much we really want financial freedom, to be a stay-at-home parent, to start that charity or organization, to write or paint or go out for the Olympics. Whatever it is that we ache over most. We must not want it that badly if it doesn't compel us to take direct action. Right?


 The thing that burns in our heart of hearts is often not the thing that lights a fire under our butts. We feel pangs of guilt over our inability to take a leap, even a small one, towards what we have always truly wanted. Yet at the same time maybe we are willing to endure great sacrifice or hardship to get that new car, earn that new title for recognition or respect, to wear that size-too-small dress. Sometimes our motivators and our priorities can get tangled up and seem like they are in line because they are closely related like a Blogger whose passion is to write but whose motivation lies more in the feedback of reader comments. Or the out of shape person who really does wants lasting health but will only spring into workout mode to be able to rock a certain outfit for a certain event. Other times there is a great dissonance between the things we know are most important to us and those things we find ourselves willing to chase down. The man who loves his wife with all his heart wants nothing more than to see her so financially set in life that she will never again have to work a job if she doesn't want to. The same one who just cant seem to tap into that desire for action fuel.... but the newest Dodge Challenger model has his feet out there running the roads before the rest of his body has even caught on that he is in motion. Or maybe the woman who wants to start up a charitable organization in her home town and can't seem to do it for it's own sake but will break her back baking and meticulously decorating way too many batches of cupcakes to bring along to the next holiday party just to hear the incessant "Wow, you really made these all by yourself?" responses from fellow partygoers.

I used the Dodge Challengerer example because this past weekend I heard a really compelling story from the founder of our leadership development community who is set to (along with his business partners in the policy council) launch an industry changing new business in oh about 6 days. His story included a Challenger that I , now, cannot get out of my head (seriously, *perfect* car). His wife was able to surprise him with this awesome gift of a car that he found extremely motivating, even though his main dreams in life are far less material, and it just goes to prove that even the most purpose-driven, visionary, selfless people have material desires that they will chase after.

The thing is that Orrin Woodward, the man from the example above, knows a little something about motivation and how it works that is not necessarily intuitively known by most people. That thing being the positive impact we can make on ourselves, and in turn the lives of others by using those seemingly pesky desires that don't line up with our main purpose to apply leverage on ourselves and create the changes necessary to get to the bigger, better and far more important things.

Recently while having a really wonderful, deep conversation with my husband a light went on for me. I had known all of the above, and must have somewhere known what I'm about to share next because it happened to fall out of my mouth without my even realizing it. Our material and recognition based desires are not merely stepping stones in our path that we can choose to use to incite change in ourselves in pursuit of our real, heart-level dreams for our lives... they are also intentional reminders, lessons if you will. The discrepancy, whether seemingly small or very large, between our purpose and our motivators is there for a reason. And that reason is to direct us to our creator. If we were all as motivated into action by the things we want most as we are by the things we want now, then a) we would have them already and b) we wouldn't have to turn to God for anything.

Yet another reminder that our temporary lives will never be in harmony until we begin to focus instead on our eternal one. The greatest gift of all.


Wednesday, October 5, 2011

On Writing

Today has been a very productive day and yet again the one thing I don't want to do is write. I resent my art at times. Wish I had been given music instead, or painting... anything but words. Because words though full of life, descriptive and magical they can also be tedious. As I'm sure all gifts are to their owners. Some of the best writing of all time was done on the subject of writing and I sense the reason behind that is that writers are all too aware of how double edged the sword that they carry really is. And how heavy. Sometimes writing is the only thing pulling at your heart strings enough to write about.


I guess a painter could paint a piece depicting someone painting and a singer could sing about the experience of singing... but there is something unique, in my own opinion anyway, about written word discussing itself. It seems self-centered and yet not at the same time, because it really is not about the writer at all... it's the process. The work of it. The bleeding onto paper or a keyboard, maybe even a typewriter. My fingers feel both light, almost ethereal in a sense and weighted. Foreign beings attached to my body. Sentient creatures on their own, without the aid of anything connected or external. Except of course my mind, which can be either unaware of it's own existence during it's pouring out, or extremely, painfully in the way. Obvious. Obtrusive. A hurdle for itself to jump over. Both the gate and the key.

There is something to this writing about writing. Something which cannot be described entirely by words... which may be why again and again I try. I keep circling around the subject hoping for something more substantial. Maybe less pretentious. But it always calls out to me when those other, more worthy topics slip through my grasp. For it remains, always in the pit of my stomach. Forever residing in both my outer most extremities and the core of my being.



Friday, September 30, 2011

Scream Queens Night Out

There is not much in the world that compares, for me at least, to preparing for a girls night out... or any night out for that matter. Sometimes the prep far outweighs the event. But it's worth it... something about knowing in advance that you're going to have a chance to let loose and do nothing but have fun... something about getting dolled up, because you can. And no one can compliment you quite like your very best girl friends, and it would be a lie to say that you didn't look forward to that, that you didn't need it a little now and again.

In a few short minutes here I will be heading out to meet up with my best friend since High School to go see a horror movie opening up tonight based on an urban legend we both grew up with, since it revolves around some train tracks pretty darn close to our home town. We both love horror movies, her and I. Though I lean toward cheesy 70's and 80's flicks while she's down for more modern fare more often than not. It's a dynamic that pretty much sums up our entire friendship and I love it. We seem to always like slightly different versions of the same thing. Rock music for example, we both like a little bit of most of it's subgenres she leans towards metal and I always seems to circle around and come back to alternative. Olives I'll only eat black... she likes the green ones. Why I'll never know. But it makes me love her all the more.

It's only fitting that we go see this new movie together it's first night in theatres. Who knows I may do a review after the fact, though I have a feeling it'll just be one of those movies we see for novelties sake.... Munger Road is said to have been home to pretty heinous school bus vs. train collision in which none of the children made it out alive. It's said that if you stop your car over the tracks and put it neutral for a minute those children supposedly push the car, in attempt to save you from a similar fate. Many a teenager from my home town tempted this stunt after coating the bumper in baby powder to aid in identifying small hand prints afterwords. I went there one myself with a friend, baby powder ready and waiting but we chickened out.

The movie seems to be more about non-paranormal events that just happened to find four teenagers on when they were testing the legend, but either way it should make for a fun evening.



Sunday, September 25, 2011

Schizophrenic Style: Feathers and Stardust

Some days I feel like nothing in my closet is quite 'me' enough. Others I feel like it's best to embody one of my style notions to the fullest extent possible and leave my other leanings and inspirations for another day. Some days I'm polished and others a mess. But most days I'm a mix. Most days I'm not 100% of anything.

Great hair day and great outfit in one? That usually equals a makeup free face
Makeup maven and hair to kill? = Not an accessory in sight!
Awesome accessories and statement lipstick? Almost always means sub-par clothes.

But it all balances out in the end right? Life is lived mostly in our "off" days. The times we really feel we've got it all together are the exception and not the rule. So here is one of my "off days" Outfit? I loved it. Lipstick? Awesome (newest addition to my mini collection and first time wearing it out)! Eye makeup = done in car (passenger seat I promise) sans my trusty primer potion... hair?? major mess. Dye to be applied tonight.

So there you have it... me, NOT having it all... and still loving life, fashion and mostly my family... check out this little ham of mine in the photos below!




"Mommy? Mommy? Mommy!!! Let. Me. OUT!!!"





"Freedom at last!"


T-shirt/Tank/Jeans - Target
Blazer - Modcloth
Shoes - Urbanog
Lipstick - Chinchilla by Lime Crime



Saturday, September 24, 2011

80 Years of Awesome

Today we celebrated my Grandma's 80th birthday with a big party... which is only fitting as she has long been known as "Never Miss A Party Sue". There was singing, food, speaches... and I, nervously got up in front of everybody and read this:

"There are people in your life that you come to know and admire through the eyes and experiences of others, maybe purely for the fact that they have already done so much and been so much to so many people before you had the chance to know them. Any amount of time spent in building up an isolated knowledge of them through one on one time could never add up to the robust understanding provided by the stories and memories shared by those who were blessed enough to share the years with them before you even showed up.

My grandmother is one of those people to me. Through my personal experiences with her in my early years I knew that I loved her and enjoyed her company... but it was through the people who had known her much longer than I had been alive that I came to respect and admire her for the woman that she is, to me, but also for who she is in their lives. I was born into a family who, from as far back as I can remember revered her as their cornerstone. I may have been off galavanting with my cousins, seemingly not paying attention during most, if not all of our family events, but it's hard not to pick up on such a unique relationship as was had between her, my Aunts, Uncles, Mom and Dad. Even non-blood relatives feel drawn into this family, to this mother, Grandmother, friend... to the feeling that she gives off. If any person could be accurately be described as feeling like home it's my Grandma.

I have seen her display kindness and joy and strength... but it is through the stories my mother told me of her own childhood that I know of what a wonderful wife she was. How she always held the line on her priorities when it came to raising her children, cultivating her marriage and mostly in serving her Lord. I also heard told through countless recollections from countless different people how she always had room for someone new in her extended family, the network of people bound together by the shared impact she has had on their lives. I've heard from others of her cleverness, resourcefulness, her work ethic, dedication and wit. I've seen first hand through her just what it means to truly feel joy for another person, to take pleasure in the successes of our fellow man. She embodies what it means to be alive.

Since becoming intimately involved in the process of bringing a new generation of the Oldenburg family tree into this world I have found myself on multiple occasions thinking what would my Grandma do. She managed to raise six children all of whom didn't go in the way of the world... all of whom have rose above the moral and character deficits so common of our day... if I am to raise my son to do the same than I must find a way to carry on that legacy. I am one of the lucky ones who had a mother capable of teaching me what it means to be a mother myself... and that is no doubt because her mother taught her. What more of a blessing could anyone give to this world? What more noble thing than the type of legacy that she has begun?"

I am far better at writing than I am at publicly speaking, so all of you reading this here are getting a much better deal than those in attendance today got there. But the sentiment remains the same. She is an awesome lady and I love her very, very much.




Thursday, September 22, 2011

Pumpkin Farm Take 2


As a little girl I loved summer just like all of the other kids but, though I may not have always admitted it I longed for Fall... I waited and waited until it was just the right time of year to pull out the Halloween decorations and pick out our pumpkins.

As I got older I looked forward to what it would be like to take my own children to the pumkin farm. Last year Bastian was barely a month old when we went and though he didn't put up a fight during the family rocking chair photos... he didn't really have a clue where he was either.


This year he didn't cry when we set him down amidst the pumpkins for a photo op... though he may have fussed a bit when we lifted him back out.


He took in all of the sights and sounds, as if is were a brand new experience.


Because, really? It was.


And it was new for us too, through his eyes. We got down on all fours to see it all from his perspective, crawling to be like him even though now he walks and runs.
We may be ahead of him in years but we still seem to always be one step behind him.
Forever playing catch(up).


Three generations of Autumn lovers taking in the crisp air, casually bantering back and forth over which breed of pumpkin we like best. The green, the orange or the white.
Checking to see what it is that has caught the littlest ones eyes this time.
The corn stalks, the wooden fire engine... maybe the big petting zoo sign.


And as we all know good things must come to an end.
There are naps to be had and long drives home.
Songs to be sung.
Stories to be read.


Goodnight pumpkins...



Monday, September 19, 2011

Not Your Average Monday

Today is my husband's birthday and though I got to celebrate with him on Saturday with a really fun show and some great company today he went in to work and I stayed home with our little guy as per usual... so needless to say there's (currently) not much going on the way of festivities.

just for you... 


But, that doesn't stop me from taking a moment for a little public/internet display of affection. For those of you that don't know me personally you likely don't know our story. The way we met and began dating was actually pretty funny. At least in my mind it's genuinely entertaining and not just one of those "oh that's a funny story" beginnings that is more mildly interesting than truly amusing... but then again I am biased. So you be the judge.

My father knew my husband long before I ever did... he was his boss. And when I became a senior in high school he became my boss too (my dad that is, Jason also became my boss at one point but that was short-lived and is irrelevant to this story). I had quit the telemarketing job I had previously held for multiple reasons and was looking for something that didn't require being on the receiving end of a verbal smack-down every few minutes. My dad, not knowing what this would lead to, asked Jason whether hiring me would be nepotistic to which he immediately replied "no, but you know that if you hire your daughter I'm going marry her right?"...

...not having EVER met me.

As a joke.

Because that's the kind of relationship they had (and still have).

But then, as you all already know, he did. roughly 4 years later. And though I discovered very quickly that I was not built for retail, I am so, so, SO grateful that I took a job working with my Dad despite my concerns about the whole bosses daughter dynamic... because while it was really, really rough (as I had expected) I met my husband, my hero, the love of my life.

At my Senior Prom


I could go on and on divulging funny tidbits regarding our fun and slightly awkward path to coupledom but what fun would it be to tell our whole story in one post?

Suffice it to say that I am one seriously lucky lady, and from my couch to his desk I am sending him happy birthday vibes, because my life just wouldn't be the same if he hadn't, you know... been born.

So babe, if you're reading this; HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

XOXOXO


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