It’s Tuesday so it’s time for another addition of Two on Tuesday! ToT will be on hiatus next week while I’m gone. I want to thank all of you for your kind words and thoughts for my mom and my family. They really mean a lot. I debated posting today’s event but I tend to write them a few days in advance and I just happened to have a theme this week sort of about bravery. It’s fitting.
So even though there’s a lot of bad going on around here, this week is about being brave so keep going right?
Here’s how it works, on Tuesday I post two questions, two thoughts, two of something. I encourage you to add your own ‘two’ in the comments or on your own site. If you add it to your site please link back to me, feel free to snag the nifty button below and please leave a comment so I can stop by and check it out!
1. This week I am going for the theme of brave. I got the first idea and then I saw something similar on another bloggers site (Ruby Red Slippers). Show me a picture (or describe it if you just want to comment) the messiest room or part of your house. I’m using it as a jumping off point to attempt to humiliate myself into cleaning (hopefully it’ll work). Be brave!
2. What’s the one thing you wish you weren’t afraid to do? It can be anything big or small but tell me about something you’ve always wanted to do or accomplish but have been afraid for whatever reason to do it.
For me, this is going to be bad. It was a toss up whether to take a picture of the kitchen table which is a disaster or my desk, which at this moment is also a disaster. The desk won since it is largely only my stuff (though I don’t know why everyone else’s stuff seems to magically appear on my desk or the ‘family’ related stuff seems to be my problem and should therefore live on my desk). So here it is it’s absolutely embarrassing current state.
On one side a bag of chocolate waiting to be mailed along with the rest of my swap package, the book I’m reading, Chick’s snack dish, my manuscripts in binders, research materials and more books buried under papers, my Pirate Mickey plush and Pirate Goofy ears, Chick’s Taiwan passport (really need to put that back), various scraps of paper where I’ve no doubt written down lots of really important info, my 10 euro ticket from my famous run in with the polizei. My morning coffee cup, a small candy cup, my cell phone, notebook, Disney photo and likely a bit o’dust thrown in for fun. I’ll clean it but it’ll likely be in a state again in no time!
The one thing I’d love to do but am way too afraid to try is parasailing. It sounds fun and looks fun but I don’t know if I’d really enjoy being all the way up there with no control over it. I used to like going tubing behind my parents boat as a kid when they had a little one. But now, that’s really scary for me. I don’t even like playing on their jetski anymore. I also never used to be freaked out by heights but the thought of getting on a ski lift (something I’ve been doing since I was 5, although it’s been 8 years since the last time) makes me nervous. Why is it the older I get the more scared I get? I’d have thought it’d work the opposite way. Older wiser and more willing to try to be young. It hasn’t turned out that way though. I get more afraid the older I get.
So how would you have answered Two on Tuesday this week? (And just for Wendy at No Botox Allowed I’m leaving this post up for a bit extra this time so she can participate 😉