Life | steadily skipping stones

Jan 5

Random Thoughts: on dangerous places

I’m not much of a risk taker. I remember a time when I would stick my hand in a hamster cage in a heartbeat. It wasn’t a lack of fear – I always knew I could get bitten and how much it hurt. I’d been hamster bit many a time. It was just that I wanted to hold that hamster more than I feared the hamster’s bite.

I’m not that girl anymore.

I don’t know when she disappeared, when the fear of the bite overtook my excitement and desire to reach into dangerous places.

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Are you a risk taker or do you keep on the safe side? Were you always like that?

Is playing it a bit more safe just a normal part of growing up, learning and deciding what risks we are and aren’t willing to take?

As I got older, did I gain more fear, or lose my excitement?

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Jan 1

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A Year in the 80’s – like, totally me

IN WHICH I SQUEEZE 10 YEARS INTO 52 DAYS
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When I say I grew up in the 80’s, I really mean it.

I turned 10 a few months before the ball dropped on the end of ’79, and I had just passed 20 when 1989 closed out in the same fashion. Only, then I was old enough to stay up and watch it happen.

Memories from my first decade of life are patchy at best: snapshots and bits of mental film that I string together as best I can. Honestly, I don’t have really strong memories until I was 12 or 13.

So when I think about “growing up”, I think of the 80’s, the decade when I was starting to be who I am.

Ok, well maybe that was happening already, and I just didn’t know it yet. But that period between 10 and 20 was pretty amazing, a mixture of understanding and confusion, a constant battle between feeling grown up already and realizing I had a hell of a long way to go.

Ah, youth! I treasure those days.

But I wouldn’t have them to do over for anything!! 😉

What I am happy to do is take this year of Wednesdays to look back at the 80’s. The fabulous, may they never be forgotten (so we can’t make those fashion mistakes twice) 1980’s!

So pull on your Air Jordan’s and hold on to your shoulder pads, cause we’re going back in time! (Get it? Like Back to the Future? It’s an 80’s reference, ya’ll! I am so good at this.)

Here’s me in the 80’s:

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Do you have a favorite decade?

What do you remember most about the 1980’s?

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Dec 29

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the Infinite Monkey speaks: on the proof I’m aging

Random brilliance from across the blogosphere…

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There is no easier way to frighten the pants off of anyone over thirty than by telling them anecdotes that make it abundantly clear that they are aging: ‘The Tale Of the Little Girl Who Had No Idea What A VHS Tape Was’, ‘I Handed A Child A Real Photograph And It Tried To Zoom In Using Its Fingers (A True Story)’, ‘What Is The Relation Between A Cassette Tape And A Pencil: A Horror Story In Two Acts’.

– discombobulationabounds

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I have seen the past and it scares me

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Dec 25

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