Today marks the end of the blogher.com thirty day blogger challenge. Yay! I did it. Today they have a suggested Daily Prompt: Tell us how you feel about endings.
Endings. Let’s see, there is an old saying, “All good things must come to an end”. Heard that one all my life and today I thought about it. It sucks! And it is a partial lie. I think it stems from a negative perspective, which I tend not to stem from. Sure, it happens. So it is partially true, or can be. But why should all good things come to an end? For example, this thirty day challenge was a good thing and it is now ending as soon as I hit the publish button. But, if you think about it, does if have to totally end? No, the things I learned from this can now go forward and evolve into better posts, etc. Parenting is a good thing – does it come to an end. No. Things will be challenging and uncomfortable and therefore a learning experience. But they do not have to end.
How about “Parting is such sweet sorrow”? This speaks of ending. The bitter/sweetness of a good thing. It is part of life – Beginnings and Endings. We can choose to be bitter about an ending or choose to embrace the ending of a good era and glean every bit of learning experience from it. This is part of life. Don’t choose to live in the past, the “Glory Days” as some call them. I think if we were to go back to those days in our lives with what we know now, we would find that perhaps they weren’t as glorious as we thought back then. They were great, but what good does it do to always go back there and dwell on the past or even to dwell on what could have been. There is no time travel.
It was best said by Uncle Rico in Napoleon Dynamite, when he was always thinking back on his glory days…….
I think you get the point. Thank you for joining me in this adventure and please continue to join me. You all are great encouragers.
Another weekend is upon us, so for the fun side of me I will grace you with pictures from Preston, Idaho! I know you are excited. In the summer of 2005 my husband and I went to visit his mom in southern Idaho. She lived with her sister and the two of them were quite elderly at the time. We knew the following day would be just my husband and I without the older gals so we wanted to plan a fun time. We decided on a trip to some Native American sites and a Reservation. I have a tremendous love for Native Americans – have my whole life – and my husband shares that with me, given that he has a bit of Cherokee in him.
Well, here we were taking the girls shopping at the local Wal-Mart when all of our plans changed. I got to talking to the checker gal – as I usually do – and before you knew it we were going to Preston Idaho! It went something like this:
Me: Well, as Napoleon Dynamite would say………….
She: Oh! They say you can go to Preston and see where the movie was filmed.
Me: What?!? Pat! Wait! Tell me more! Pat!
She: I just know you can go and see it. It’s only a few hours away.
That was it for me. I love the quirky independent film, Napoleon Dynamite. I have no logical reasoning for loving it so much and watching it as many times as I have – or still do. I think one of things I love is that these young men had such a low-budget and BAM! They win! They make the bucks. It’s awesome. I love stories of the underdog winning in life and the movie is about that and the film makers also.
Now you either LOVE this movie or HATE it. I’m OK with that. I happen to love it and my whole family does. And I married the best guy in the world because he went along with my crazy plan and he had a great time. So, here we go: