remember me?

since I last blogged I've...

played in and sat by the Pacific Ocean...

read through this post and was convinced that Jon Acuff was inside my brain...

went to my first SoapBox Derby in Macon...

finished my taxes... on time...

witnessed Cicada Swarm '11...

been busy, busy, busy with everything at work...

completed my first live tv interview...

and then talked to the same station about seniors and technology...

watched Michael Scott say goodbye forever...

helped host a shower for Baby Muffin...

found my first WHITE hair...

watched (drooled and gasped) during the Royal Wedding...

visited Turner Field for my first game of the season...

had a flutter in my heart...

met Nick Arrojo...

been challenged by this article...

cheered Ruthie on for her first triathlon...

had a mini-reunion with sweet high school friends...

(note: the two boys in the middle were my junior and senior prom dates=)

ran/crawled/swam/walked/jogged/climbed the Warrior Dash...

welcomed niece #3, Isla Grace into the world...

helped/laughed while my friend made beautiful flowers for another sweet friend's wedding...

got back into running...

started planning lots of moves at work...

got out of running... (but just went today!)

was reminded that even on a bad day, it's a good day because I have Him on my side...

watched these two wayyyy too many times...

started using Pinterest (looooooove this site)...

witnessed God's sovereignty...

and learned more about myself.

All of the above were good {well, ok, I was a little upset about the white hair} with the exception of the that last one. You see, I am what some would call a perfectionist and when the perfectionist in me starts measuring up to the only One who is a good rule of thumb, I come up far short.

But the good thing is, I am realizing where I need to grow and how much more I need to rely on Him during that "growing" process. I don't want to be comfortable with the complacency I often find myself floating in. I don't want to be consumed with the things that I think are important but really have no point after tomorrow.

So here goes... to being real.

eeeps, I'm scared.