I was super dreading this weekend because even though my days off were supposed to be Thursday and Friday, I ended up doing a lot of things and not getting the rest I needed or wanted. Yesterday, we had the photoshoot, which turned out to be a pretty amazing day. And today, I had plans that would take me out to Rowland Heights.

I was thrilled to have woken up in time to take care of some other things I needed to take care and get some work in. The life of a virtually unemployed person is very interesting. I call this work because it is. The act of searching for a job and writing cover letters and other things is very time-consuming. Between that and launching a blog and working on photography things, it gets somewhat more hectic that I could have imagined. I edited my shots from the cowboy shoot.

After running a couple of errands, I spent some time with my parents before heading with my youngest brother to see a wrestling match featuring Sindarin. I’m going to have to admit that I’m honestly becoming a fan of wrestling. From there, I returned to my parents home to watch the end of the Lakers game.

I also got to see my “Filmmaker of the Year” younger brother’s final project for his film class. Not just because I’m his big sister, but his scripts blow me away. I have such talented younger brothers!

I did a second round of photo editing with the pictures I shot at the wrestling match. Some more writing and other odds and ends.

The best thing I did today, though, was a Sanskrit meditation. Some other things happened today that were not so fun, and as I said to my mom, I’m trying to be as positive about everything as possible but it seems as though I’m really being tested right now. The meditation helped me to clear my head and discard some of the negativity. Stuff happens, after all. Not much we can do about it.

So, on that note….back to my writing. Oh, one picture I did want to share from today:

He calls it a Sindersault! Woohoo!

He calls it a Sindersault! And I REALLY think he should teach me how to do it.

On sisterhood…

The best thing about being the oldest sister is that oldest sister does not equal parent. I get to do all the fun stuff. I get to be the one who says “go for it.” I get to be the one who doesn’t have to think about being responsible.

Basically, I have the easy job. All I have to do is love my little brothers, and because they’re so completely awesome, that’s not hard to do.

Last year, G started training to be a wrestler. I’ve been dying to see him perform for the past few months.

I’ve seen videos of him in the past few months as he’s started appearing in shows. I will admit that the video I saw last night literally made me cry because it looks like he gets hurt! Today, I showed up at his show and wore dark sunglasses to cover my eyes in case it really did make me cry in person.

Not only did I not cry, but at several moments I jumped out of my seat to cheer for him! I wanted so much to shout out encouragement, but I was afraid I’d slip and say his name. His wrestling name is Sindarin. He won the fight that I got to see so that made it all the more fun!

Of course,  I had my camera with me so I was able to catch his moment of victory….

Moment of Victory!

Moment of Victory!