THE JESSICA L BLOG

a Sailor's life off duty.

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Etsy wish list: April edition.

Here are some of the things I've been admiring lately and which have brought me a bit of inspiration.
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1. It would be nice to have this mug.

2. This stamp would be ideal for Project Life!

3. This whale ring holder hasn't realized its full potential on my dresser.

4. I've been searching for inspirational prints like this one to hang on my walls.

5. What a perfect, affordable bohemian-vintage style watch! Maybe for next pay period?

6. Comfy tees? Always. I would wear this shirt anywhere, even to bed.

Are you on Etsy? Let's share lists! (I'm Jessica L on Etsy)

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

On the run again.

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Sometimes I feel that life never began for me until I started running, or that I got a second chance at life when I began to run. I turned into a new person, or maybe a happier person, even. It's as if everything fell into place as I consistently put my feet to the road or to the trail. I would discover new and important things about myself: I really liked being outdoors; I enjoyed the company of other runners just as much as runs on my own; a good long run helps me solve most problems; and it always put me in a better mood.  Running appeared to bring out the best in me, and I soon found that I was capable of doing things that I once thought were impossible.  

More than that, it was a metaphor for my life, as it seemed that it was easier to just move away or avoid people that caused me heartache or pain. I often had dreams when I was little of me running away from something; in many of those dreams, I was running from "monsters". It was difficult to learn when I should stay and work on things instead of letting them go. Was I hoping for dreams that couldn't be? Was I wishing for love that could not work? Was I counting on people I could not count on? Was I hoping things would change knowing that they wouldn't? Was I becoming the person that I wanted to be?

Most of the answers were already in my head, but they came most easily when I was running down a quiet road or a secluded trail. It was as if I knew I would find my way, but I didn't always know how. I didn't always know that I had it in me. I didn't always know that I could persevere.

Every time I run I discover who I am and what I am made of.