Something to be proud of.

So this blog here is new for me. But keeping up with some sort of "life documentation" is something I go on and off having interest for. As a kid I always tried keeping diaries, but would always loose interest, or loose them completely... so later I would come to find many "5 paged diaries" about new beginnings, and how I promised to be better this time and write more often.

Another piece of proof just happened to me to prove I have the same bad habit with blogs! This is a new account, (and I have a horrid memory) so when I signed on to this account I stumbled upon an old account that I had made almost EXACTLY a year ago with 3 blog entries! I totally forgot I had even done it... (that's a typical Abbey moment right there).

It was about my new years resolutions and what I had accomplished in 2007. Being that I am more of a "starter" than a "finisher" apparently... My 2008 goals, and looking back now on how far I've come on them really astounded me. This is truly one of the first years I have stuck with my gut and what is truly important to me. I feel really accomplished, and one of my main goals I'm actually so closed to finishing as the new year is upon us.

So now it has me thinking about next year. In 2007 my big accomplishments were finding a job I enjoyed and volunteering with the peace corps to run an art camp, (amazing and life changing)...

2008 was focused on myself and putting my health first (a brand new concept for me).

So now I'm wondering, what's my next goal this next year? I feel like those last two things where so HUGE for me. No exceptions, this year must top them all... so it's time to ponder. I need to narrow down my list of wants to find one big thing... one big goal to be proud of.

If you find interest in stumbling upon my year old ghost of a blog to see what I'm referencing, you can find it here.

Was that song written for me?

A song starts as just a song. You’ve heard it on the radio numerous times and it’s only been background noise in your life, until today. All of a sudden your mind tunes into the words and you realize that this singer that you’ve never met is singing about you.

Have you ever had that experience? For a moment I wonder if it’s only I and the poet of the lyrics that get it… that really “get it.” Or is a song just like a generic psychic reading? They all mean something to someone if they are just willing to believe.

Or maybe we really are more similar than we like to think? Human urges for the most part, no matter how unique we think we are... are very similar. Although I’d like to think you wouldn’t find another copy of me and your run of the mill Wal-Mart. One can only hope.