Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Digging up treasure

Digging up treasure in our front yard.
Chris and I have spent the past couple of weekends digging up the mess in the front and back yards of our new home. 

The yards had been needing some TLC for a while; dead flowers, grass, and more littered the area. We've mostly just been cleaning out the mess, we haven't even planted anything new yet.

Chris was working in the front yard while I tackled the backyard this weekend. At one point he showed me something he had dug up. To us, it looked like a belt buckle, or something similar. Unsure of what it was, he decided to post it to one of our local Facebook groups, "You know you're from Sycamore, Illinois when..." People often post pictures of things, looking for more information and such.

We were surprised when, within minutes, the comments started flowing, and people started tagging others in the post. Everyone immediately started saying "Oldsmobile hood ornament!" Within another twenty minutes, it had been determined that not only was it from an Oldsmobile, but more specifically, it was the emblem of a hubcap of a "spoked Olds 88/98 ... from about 1980-1985."

Someone was even able to send us the link of what exactly it looked like -- see below.
Within just minutes we had the most specific answer we could have asked for...and all from our hometown Facebook group!

I can easily say that while I'm part of the generation that grew up with the Internet, its power still boggles me every single day.

Friday, April 21, 2017

The Six Month Curse

If I can handle something for six months straight, chances are I'll keep doing it for a long time. But for most things, I burn out before I even hit that mark.

You see, I'm the victim of a "six month curse."

No matter how invested I may be, no matter how hard I try, if I don't truly care about something, I'll write it off within a few months. This has become a pattern in my life, and it puts a ticking time bomb on many things: hobbies, jobs, and even relationships.

I'm not sure why the "sweet spot" is six months, and I'm not sure why it happens at all. When I told my dad about my sneaking suspicion of my "six month curse," he quickly quipped, "you've always been that way."

It's like I have a fear of committing to certain things. Or I'm always on the edge of my seat, seeking something better, something even greater. I also have a tendency to get really riled up and excited about something, and I tend to move quickly in the early days of any new endeavor. But if I lose interest or passion, you can bet I'll do it within six months.

Maybe I'm a serial quitter. Maybe I'm just a rambunctious spirit that won't be tied down. I'm not even sure if this curse is a curse at all. Because I'm always moving on and trying new things, I feel I've learned so much more than I would have if I'd stayed put. But in the long run, is my tendency to wander going to hurt me?

I'm kind of nervous to find out. But I know I'll find out soon enough.