Three Years Later
My last blog post was March 2006. Now it is the same month, only three years later. The interim has consisted getting married, heading to China, teaching English, and coming home to attend grad school in New Jersey. I am not going to rehash all that happened over these three years. Suffice it to say that I have had adventures. Some might say I have changed, but actually I believe the experiences have just enhanced who I already was. I have received some of those "Rough New Prizes."
Beginning now, I hope to write again. I am not planning on documenting my daily activities because that would be boring, even to me, and I will probably be the only one to read these things. In stead, I hope to write about the things I believe. Seeking Rough New Prizes is not easy. It is hard not to be sucked into wanting those smooth prizes: a big screen t.v., the convenience of plastic shopping bags, a 10 oz. steak. I need to document what matters to me so that I remember it when I don't particularly want to; when I drive by the big houses on Maplewood Ave. or walk into a Coach store or get the new Pottery Barn catalog. That is when it is hardest to remember the 91 million girls around the world who can't attend school or that we are killing our planet with conspicuous consumption or just the fundamental truth that things can't make you happy. And really, those are the times we should keep those facts in the forefront of our minds.
So, if you want to know my rambling musings or if you are interested in what makes me tick, feel free to read along with me. I welcome your questions, comments, concerns, and prayers.
Blessings, Chandra
Beginning now, I hope to write again. I am not planning on documenting my daily activities because that would be boring, even to me, and I will probably be the only one to read these things. In stead, I hope to write about the things I believe. Seeking Rough New Prizes is not easy. It is hard not to be sucked into wanting those smooth prizes: a big screen t.v., the convenience of plastic shopping bags, a 10 oz. steak. I need to document what matters to me so that I remember it when I don't particularly want to; when I drive by the big houses on Maplewood Ave. or walk into a Coach store or get the new Pottery Barn catalog. That is when it is hardest to remember the 91 million girls around the world who can't attend school or that we are killing our planet with conspicuous consumption or just the fundamental truth that things can't make you happy. And really, those are the times we should keep those facts in the forefront of our minds.
So, if you want to know my rambling musings or if you are interested in what makes me tick, feel free to read along with me. I welcome your questions, comments, concerns, and prayers.
Blessings, Chandra

2 Comments:
At 6:45 AM,
lacey said…
I am seriously with you girl.....I couldn't agree with everything you just said with a more heartfelt "YEEESSSSSS" (with thumbs up and determined look on my face). I can't wait to read more of your musings/thoughts/realizations. I believe we, as a people, have to motivate each other to continue onward in good and decent ways.....you always were my motivator in China....so I see not much has changed!
At 8:31 PM,
Jersey Knitting Mama said…
Yes, material things are just things. So much more to life than things. Nice writing. What part of China were you living at?
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