People Of The Second Chance
I meant to blog it last week, then time ran away with me as usual. However, the newly relaunched People Of The Second Chance blog is live! Check it out.
Cold Tangerines
A while ago I discovered that I comment I left on an article on Wrecked For The Ordinary resulted in a copy of Cold Tangerines winging it’s way to my doorstep. You know me… I’m never one to turn down free books.
That book happens to be Shauna Niequist’s first book, and it is stunning. It’s very easy to read, yet it’s this beautiful celebration of life in all it’s fullness. It’s learning to let go of the need to impress and simply rejoicing in the little things (and the big ones). Perhaps my favourite thing is that it’s real – that I can imagine having been a part of the kind of stories she tells.
You can read a few chapters from it on her website.
Check Boxes & Wild Goose Chases
“Therein lies the best career advice I could possibly dispense: just DO things. Chase after the things that interest you and make you happy. Stop acting like you have a set path, because you don’t. No one does. You shouldn’t be trying to check off the boxes of life; they aren’t real and they were created by other people, not you. There is no explicit path I’m following, and I’m not walking in anyone else’s footsteps. I’m making it up as I go.”
[Career advice from Charlie Hoehn, via SwissMiss]
What Will You Destroy?
“In the end, our society will be defined no only by what we create
but by what we refuse to destroy.”
[John C. Sawhill]
Came across this phenomenal quote over on Stephen Brewsters blog (which you should read, by the way). It’s got me thinking deeply about the things we need to fight and kick at until they are destroyed, both collectively and individually. It’s deeply challenging me.
Lyrics On Friday
Have been listening to a lot of Paper Route over the last few months. This song is my favourite from their most recent album, Absence.
Where have I landed I don’t quite remember
I fell to pieces one night in December
Pictures in boxes remind me of something
I miss the days when our fingers were touchingThe memories of losing you, you’re like a ghost
Tracing where I said to youI wish you would listen,
I wish you would listen,
I wish you would listen,
To get through itAll my decisions were just second guesses
Looking for love like a bride looks for dresses
Every mistake turned to some sort of yearning
A heart that was hollow has filled up with meaningThe memories of losing you, you’re like a ghost
Tracing where I said to youI wish you would listen,
I wish you would listen,
I wish you would listen,
To get through it[Wish – Paper Route]
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