zird is the word (lizardek) wrote,
zird is the word

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My children went to the library with their father this evening, and brought home 5 books. 2 were about monsters and wild things. 3 were about little girls, alphabets and why there are so few Q's in the Swedish language. I'll leave it as an exercise for the reader as to which child was responsible for which choice. :D

There is a certain flutter to the stomach when one is preparing a gift for someone else. It's the same with any gift-giving, really, whether it is handmade or store-bought. If you know the person you are giving to, and think about THEM and not yourself during the choice process, then hopefully your gift will reflect the qualities you like best about that person. At the same time, what you are really doing is giving a gift to yourself. Making other people happy is a selfish thing to do. That may sound strange, but I firmly believe that selfishness can be a good thing. The best way for me to treat myself right is for me to treat others right. By making you feel good, I make myself feel good, and what can be more selfish than that?

I'm thrilled by the response to the icons I made for my LJ friends, more than any of you can imagine. I knew or at least suspected that most of you would be pleased, and it was a fun and pleasing exercise for ME, a project that I enjoyed very much. I'm flattered to have made some new friends from it. And I got a cool new icon out of it, too, thanks to purrthecat! :)

If there is anyone out there who didn't appreciate their icon and is wondering why the hell I chose the image I did, I hope you will ask. There is a link to the page from my user info now, in case someone needs to reference it. :)

Work is ramping up getting busier by the second. Sometimes when you're out splashing around in the water and you take a step and suddenly there is nothing but water under your feet and your eyes are aching from the pop of surprise and the filaments of hair on the back of your neck would be standing straight up in shock if they weren't lying wet and plastered against your neck. That's kind of what it feels like except I'm not in a bathing suit* and I'm sort of enjoying it. That kind of adrenaline rush is one I can handle. I'm a wimp, I admit. No bungee-jumping for me. I would like to throttle the small voice inside that says, "What if you can't handle the pressure? What if they find out you're NOT AS CAPABLE as everyone keeps saying." Shut up, little voice. You suck. I can do anything. Hear me roar!

I can always go into the full-time icon-making business anyway, eller hur?

My Philosophy For Today: What goes around comes around.

*Darn tootin'. This body will never see a bathing suit again.

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