-by Alex and Brett Harris
I'm sure it is safe to say that both of us are working on this. Doing hard things, I mean. We are still works of progress, and we both have the stories to tell for it. But that doesn't stop our forward motion.
For me, Do Hard Things was a turning point, if not a further coercion. Looking at things differently, I am able to see the things in my life that are of the "low expectations" that the book speaks of. Maybe not trying to rid of them completely (because being somewhat computer savvy is a good thing), but showing the world the other colors of my life that they don't expect.
What Maggie said: here.
What Marie said: here.
**further note from Marie:
I am still reading through the sequel, Start Here, and it has a lot of practical advice on HOW to do these hard things.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
sisters by blood
We are your average, everyday, ordinary, run-of-the-mill, ho-hum pair of sisters. And yes, we do like books. Most of the time we get along. Other times, well, let's just pretend we don't have other times. We are nerds that 'like' each others statuses, and finish each others sentences.
About Maggie: (by Marie)
She plays guitar (self-taught). She says 'I'm a spy.' every time she remembers or notices something no one thought she would. She reads books. And sometimes obsesses over them more than I do, which is saying something. She has her own blog- which I love- her writing style just makes me smile. When she comes into my room, she shuts my door and sits on my bed. Sometimes we don't even talk, I just keep doing what I was doing, and she reads the book she brought. Other times, we do talk, and loose track of time. She is amazing at math, but wants to go into something Englishy. She dabbles in writing- and sometimes even lets me read what she wrote. She could live on shish-kabobs, brats, ribs, and honey-mustered chicken. She straightens her hair, even though it is straight. She golfs. She laughs out loud at commercials on TV. And when she drives, and a song comes on that she likes, she turns the music up so loud I can't even hear myself think. And I love it.
About Marie: (by Maggie)
She likes tea and teapots. She dislikes romance novels. She makes her bed everyday so that I can come in and sit on it. She doesn't have a musical bone in her body, but she can beat me in arm wrestling. She likes to sit up straight to improve her posture. She has a laptop of which I am jealous (and writing on). She likes post-it notes and blank pieces of paper. She has the softest hands in the world, but doesn't believe me when I say that she does. She likes to always have a planned schedule, and she hates driving in bad weather. She has a look that can send me running, but that's only when I try to kiss her. She doesn't like to be hugged, and she doesn't like to hold hands. She likes to talk about books. A lot. She has squishes. She usually keeps her blinds closed in her room, and she regulates her room temperature with a pillow. She is a slow text-er, but she likes to talk on the phone when she's not busy. (At least that's how I figure it)
We'll talk about past, present and future. We'll quote each other, laugh with each other, and let you read about it.
This is a true blog. You think this happens everyday?
About Maggie: (by Marie)
She plays guitar (self-taught). She says 'I'm a spy.' every time she remembers or notices something no one thought she would. She reads books. And sometimes obsesses over them more than I do, which is saying something. She has her own blog- which I love- her writing style just makes me smile. When she comes into my room, she shuts my door and sits on my bed. Sometimes we don't even talk, I just keep doing what I was doing, and she reads the book she brought. Other times, we do talk, and loose track of time. She is amazing at math, but wants to go into something Englishy. She dabbles in writing- and sometimes even lets me read what she wrote. She could live on shish-kabobs, brats, ribs, and honey-mustered chicken. She straightens her hair, even though it is straight. She golfs. She laughs out loud at commercials on TV. And when she drives, and a song comes on that she likes, she turns the music up so loud I can't even hear myself think. And I love it.
About Marie: (by Maggie)
She likes tea and teapots. She dislikes romance novels. She makes her bed everyday so that I can come in and sit on it. She doesn't have a musical bone in her body, but she can beat me in arm wrestling. She likes to sit up straight to improve her posture. She has a laptop of which I am jealous (and writing on). She likes post-it notes and blank pieces of paper. She has the softest hands in the world, but doesn't believe me when I say that she does. She likes to always have a planned schedule, and she hates driving in bad weather. She has a look that can send me running, but that's only when I try to kiss her. She doesn't like to be hugged, and she doesn't like to hold hands. She likes to talk about books. A lot. She has squishes. She usually keeps her blinds closed in her room, and she regulates her room temperature with a pillow. She is a slow text-er, but she likes to talk on the phone when she's not busy. (At least that's how I figure it)
We'll talk about past, present and future. We'll quote each other, laugh with each other, and let you read about it.
This is a true blog. You think this happens everyday?
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