As a reviewer for the Utah Theatre Bloggers, I attended the impressive production of Big River at Hale Center Theatre Orem. Ben and I had a great evening in Provo/Orem: eating out, talking and laughing. Sitting down to write up my thoughts the next day, though, was not as enjoyable. I followed my pattern, the steps that I usually do, but I couldn’t get into the flow of writing; I was blocked. I felt super tense, stressed. And I think it was due in part to my absence from writing. In the UTBA, we are expected to submit our reviews within 48 hours, which is a reasonable amount of pressure, I believe. But this time it loomed over me like a guillotine; I didn’t meet my deadline.
Where has writing gone, in my list of skills? I used to blog. I even used to write two blogs. I’m in school right now, which usually helps, but I’m taking art classes which require zero writing. I feel like I’m getting rusty, where I used to express myself with ease. My thoughts have been condensed into Facebook posts and Instagram quips. I need to exercise my writing muscles again, and become stronger.
So somehow, some way, I am going to blog again. I don’t particularly have a direction I’d like to go, and it’s doubtful that anyone follows this sad little puppy anymore. But write I shall.
I leave you with these (not very terrific, and I’m not even going to edit them properly) photos. Just to prove that I and my family are indeed still living. Insert smiley face.
Since adopting our dogs, I’ve become a major softy for animals. My heart wants to take care of every homeless or needy animal I see. So my husband has to remind me how impractical that idea really is. Someday I think I’ll volunteer at an animal shelter/rescue.
I started thinking today about why I love my dogs so much, even though they are major pains in the butt sometimes. I realized it’s the unconditional love thing.
I have a deeply ingrained belief that I am unworthy of love, unless I do enough for someone that I become worth something. This is a messed up and unhealthy pattern of thought, I know. So the great thing about dogs is that they love me, value me, adore me every day. They don’t care what I look like, or if I’ve accomplished enough, and if I mess up, they forgive me so quickly. I think it does my heart good to have a stable/dependable relationship in my life.
Since I can’t adopt all the sweet dogs out there needing homes, I’ll just have to do my best to encourage others. Loving an animal is worth the hard work, because they will love you, too.
This is what I’m making for dinner this week; let me know if you want recipes.
- Baked egg cups + cut up fruit
- Chicken Mexicali salad
- Homemade pizza, use more veggies, less cheese
- Broccoli cheese chicken + baked potatoes
- Saucy pork chops + green beans
- Chicken cacciatore + rice + veggie
(For Baked egg cups + cut up fruit)
- Slice green onions
- Grate Parmesan cheese
(For Chicken Mexicali salad)
- Wash and tear up lettuce
- Cut up tomatoes
- Make sure chicken is thawed
(For Homemade pizza)
- Grate cheese
- Cut up pizza toppings
(For Broccoli-cheese chicken)
- Wash potatoes and wrap in foil
- Start cooking potatoes early
- Wash and cut up broccoli
- Cut up chicken
(For saucy pork chops)
- Make sure pork chops are thawed
- Mix sauce ahead of time
(For Chicken cacciatore)
- Start cooking early
- Prep vegetable
- Start rice ½ hour early
And make sure to check my family cookbook blog where I am adding recipes little by little.
and just for good measure….
For my drawing class, we were assigned to do a self portrait with some adjustments to make it Halloween-ish. I took a photo of myself to begin with.
Then I did my drawing in charcoal pencils. I was pretty happy with it.
But after Ben’s critiques, it made it even better! I’m really enjoying drawing. I’m definitely no pro, but I can tell I’m getting better. Art is such food for the soul.