waiting is exhausting.

so let go, let go, jump in . . .
. . . 'cause there's beauty in the breakdown.

so much to see, eat, visit, do, smell, taste, experience in this life, it seems. never enough time or money. and even if there was enough time and money, it still wouldn't be enough. this life will always leave me longing for more.

the words of switchfoot, the Bible, and william carlos williams' the red wheelbarrow are swirling about inside my head and poking different parts of my innards these days. random mix, i know.

so much depends
a red wheel
glazed with rain
beside the white

rain makes me into one moody, crazy girl.


  1. is it weird of me to say that i think i've totally been where you are? not today, but not too far in the past.

    hang in there. things will start working themselves out. soon.

  2. One time I sat there and actually thought about the red wheelbarrow for a good 30 minutes. Sometimes you just need to do that.

  3. hey you know what? this is one of my favorite posts from you.... i know you're feeling weird and crazy but it's a compelling post nonetheless. but i came over to let you know i awarded you a blog of excellence over on my blog.

  4. You know what? I appreciate this blog entry a lot. I like blog entries that go off the recap path every once in awhile - or often.

    Plus I love WCW, so this entry was bound to steal my heart. :)

  5. "i dare you to moooooove...." is that the song stuck in your head?? it always gets stuck in mine, and i haven't heard switchfoot in years. haha xoxo

  6. Is it really sad that I immediately recognized that poem?

    And you are welcome to attend my pity party any time you want. There are no balloons or cake, but a bunch of people sitting on stools and staring at their feet. Good times.

  7. i feel the same exact way.

  8. Okay, so story about that poem: I think my 10th grade English teacher taught that poem wrong because I had always thought of a wagon (as in radio flyer) NOT a wheel barrow. Then I revisited the poem in college in a proletarian lit class and I was like OH! a wheel barrow, like on a farm!! And I asked my husband (who had the same 10th grade English teacher) and he had always pictured a wagon too.

  9. Hmm. I feel your "too much to do and not enough time" vibe. I am right there with you.

  10. I love this post, too. Hope you are hanging in there.


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