Collection: Glasses

Apparently, I horde glasses. Whenever I get new ones, I keep the old ones and sometimes still wear them, despite the out-of-date prescription!

I used to really have a problem with the shape and girth my nose. So as a teen (because my nose was so impossible to diminish in any way), I really wanted glasses to hide behind. Finally, at age 14, I got an eye exam and my first pair. Thick, plastic, tortoise-shell perfection. They eventually got smashed (in a totally worth it manner) and I began a long and frustrating relationship with America's Best Contacts and Eyeglasses.

Here you may enjoy viewing my collection, sans one pair I cannot find. I'm afraid there is no avoiding seeing my nose many times also, unless of course you were to close your computer and walk away which I recommend you do immediately.

 1. Vintage with someone else's prescription. But they were made for me!

2. Math Nerd

3. These were my one and only's for years. *true love*

4. Copying James

5. Ms. Professional

6. All at once?

7. These ones are my everyday go-to glasses. They go on my face as soon as I wake up in the morning. Every day.

On Being a Seeker

Let me preface this by saying that this is not a post about Harry Potter.

I have been interested in and inspired by Hermann Hesse on and off the past almost-decade. Have you read Steppenwolf? It is about feeling like you don't fit in and all the struggles that come with accepting who you are regardless of what anybody else has to say. And learning that your dreams and the world's expectations of you are not always the same. I'm just going to share a little excerpt that I've gone back to a number of times.

"You have a picture of life within you, a faith, a challenge, and you were ready for deeds and suffering and sacrifices, and then you became aware by degrees that the world asked no deeds and no sacrifices of you whatever, and that life is no poem of heroism with heroic parts to play and so on, but a comfortable room where people are quite content with eating and drinking, coffee and knitting, cards and wireless. And whoever wants more and has got it in him- the heroic and the beautiful, and the reverence for the great poets or for the saints- is a fool and a Don Quixote... You are much too exacting a hungry for this simple, easygoing and easily contented world of today. You have a dimension too many... Whoever wants music instead of noise, joy instead of pleasure, soul instead of gold, creative work instead of business, passion instead of foolery, finds no home in this trivial world of ours."

I think many of us spend our youth dreaming of all the wonderful-exciting-amazing things we are going to do someday. But if you look ahead too much, you miss out on all the wonder of right now. I've found that my happiness has nothing to do with how many of those Someday Things I've checked off the list.

It's more about how much I've treasured the little things and it's about enjoying being myself and living my own life (even if it is insignificant in the grand scheme of things).

I love God and the universe he put us in. I seek out beauty every day. I laugh and make my family smile. I am there for my friends. I love who I am. And I love that I have a long way to go to become who I will be.

How have your dreams changed and evolved?

Honesty, a confession

I am very self-conscious about all the freckles/moles on my face. They aren't the cute, light-orange ones like ginger people have, they are dark and irregular and hard to cover up. But after watching Mean Girls and wishing Lindsay Lohan would turn it out instead of wearing so much make-up, I decided to show you the honest, unedited version of the photo of myself that I included in my post earlier.