We go through life, and along the way, we experience Love in every fashion that it is. There's the first love we experience as children: from our parents. We don't understand why, but when we're taking our first steps and saying our first words and learning our first cartwheel, it's our parents that we want to watch. We want them to tell us they love us. And they do. Over and over, they show unconditional love for us, no matter how many times we feel like they couldn't possibly after this mistake.
And then, we get into our pre-teen years. Parents' love isn't important and it's complicated and it doesn't seem like they do, because if they did, they would let us date that cute Freshman boy. But at thirteen, all that matters is our friends' love. The love and acceptance of our peers. Our friends. We want them to love us and we love them and there's no possible way that our friends would hurt us, because they tell me they love me! We're best friends...but then they do. They hurt us and we are, once again, confused by the meaning of love.
But then, you have all of the other Loves.
The love of a sport, hobby, or food. The love of a band, artist, craft, or book series. The love of a fictional character who, why, why, if everyone loves them, why would some all-powerful Writer Being kill them off. Even Other Love confuses us, too.
And we have the love of our significant others! What an amazing, beautiful, and perfectly imperfect love. I am so blessed and thankful that God gave me Andrew: he has made me see things more positively and has helped my compassion for others to grow. He carries my strengths, my struggles, my burdens, my accomplishments, my everything. And I am grateful for the actions, the words, the beauty he shows me each day; and yet still, I'm lost as to how I became so blessed. How did I deserve such a man to make all of this newness and beauty resound in my life? How, after six years, can my love for him just continue to grow deeper?
But it doesn't stop there: I know for me personally, there's another love. The greatest love that was ever shown: Christ's love towards us. And yes, it's still confusing. It's still baffling and astounding and perplexing. Because how does He still love me to die for me? To die for the ones that murdered him? To love us all, even though we have lied; we have cheated; we have thought cruel thoughts; we have not loved others and we were selfish. And yet, He loves us. Yes, even that love is confusing. But it's also clear at the same time: I have so far to go when it comes to my capacity to love.
And I don't mean my capacity to love the things that are easy: my family, my husband, my book series, my kitty, my oh-so-cheesy-and-delicious pizza...but the things that make it difficult for us to love. The boss at work, who, every day, reminds you how inferior you are; the grouchy neighbor who refuses to speak; the driver who cut you off; the friend you thought was your friend.
Hate feeds hate. But love also feeds love. I show you love and then you show her love and she shows him love and he shows them love and they show me love and it's constant! See, even though love is confusing and perplexing and completely, undeniably complicated, there is one thing that we know it is: It. Is. Good. It comes from the heart and the heart is the center of us and Us, we, have the power to make it the center of the world.
Books Read: 3
Friday, February 17, 2017
Friday, February 10, 2017
Embrace the Change, Board Game Metaphors, and MySpace Quizzes
I wasn't exactly sure what to write about today. Nothing has truly inspired me: no monumental health challenge wins or political rants or crafty things. So, I think I'm just going to do a questionnaire! I haven't filled one of these out in forever, and it was all the rage back in '04. But, considering I've been away from the blog world for a few (okay four) years, I might have new readers or maybe people just need a refresher on who I am. Maybe I need a refresher on who I am. Personality Quizzes of the early 2000's are great when you're in an identity crisis. (I'm not, but still).
So, I think four-ish years ago I did one of these posts and I'm going to copy and paste the exact quiz, with my answers from then, and then my answers from today, to compare how much I've changed, grown, matured, etc. 20-Year-Old-Me in black text, 25-Year-Old-Me in red text. Let's get to ch-ch-ch-chaaaangin.
**Disclaimer, read to the end: I promise it gets better and this interview does end, and real bloggy-stuff begins.
1. What was the highlight of your week?
The Big Ticket! A 12 hour music festival of back-to-back bands consisting of Paper Tongues, Grouplove, Of Monsters and Men, FUN., Rise Against, Anberlin, Silversun Pickups, Flogging Molly, and like, a bajillion others. It was nonstop madness and I had an absolute BLAST! Ahhh, I love music festivals. -This week, the highlight was a 67*, sunny day in February!!!! All about the simpler pleasures these days, I suppose.
2. Whose car were you in last?
Mine! -Still true.
3. When is the next time you will kiss someone?
On the evening of December 13th when I'm reunited with Andrew! WOOH! -Tonight, when the Then-Boyfriend-Now-Hubs gets home.
4. What color shirt are you wearing?
Not wearing a shirt. ;) Mmmm. Jk. Totally wearing a yellow dress. -What? Did I really write that? Anyway, blue sweater.
5. How long is your hair?
I guess to my chest..... -About the same.
6. Are you good looking?
You know it. I be one hawt chicca. Boiis be breakin' der neckks. -Gosh, I hope I was being sarcastic. What in the world. I probably lost at least 10 followers on this question. And yes, I find myself beautiful inside and out.
7. Last movie you watched?
BRAVE! And it was bloody fantastic. I knew I should've bought it on Black Friday. -Moana? Well, my love for current Disney films hasn't changed.
8. Who were you with?
The two kiddies I was babysitting. -Husband of Mine.
9. Last thing you ate?
Goldfish, ya'll! -A lil cutie!
10. Last thing you drank?
Dat Desani. -Water.
11. When was the last time you had your heart broken?
I guess like, almost 2 years ago. But I quickly healed! <3 -Gosh, what? 7 years ago? Time flies when you're in love.
12. Who came over last?
Eric? -Scott.
13. Are you happy right now?
I'd be happier if I were listening to good music opposed to the droning of my weather professor in the background. -Look how rebellious I was. Blogging whilst class-ing. And yes! The joy of the Lord is my strength!
14. What did you say last?
"No, I meant that we have to endure the conflicts in order to achieve greatness later on." -That's good stuff, I might use that some time. And I believe I said, "I love you, bye."
15. Where is your phone?
In front of me, on this desk. -Next to me, on this arm rest.
16. What color are your eyes?
Blue/green/gold -Blue/green/gold
17. Are you left-handed?
Nah. -Nah.
18. Spell your name without vowels:
Shl -Shl Nll Strk
19. Do you have any pets?
No. I'd like a tiny turtle though. Or a puppy-sized elephant. -Little Caaaaaat >^._.^<
20. Favorite Vacation?
Last Christmas in the Northeast! I love dead trees. -Honeymoon in Saint Martin. I love palm trees.
21. What do you dislike currently?
How much CRAP I have to do between this week and next. -This cold weather D:
22. What are you listening to?
I should be listening to this weather lecture... -Still rebellious, I see. And the whispering, low roar of the fireplace.
23. If you could have one thing right now what would it be?
Andrew. Always. -Oh my goodness, so sweet. Still true, but I really want buttery popcorn at the cinema.
24. What is your favorite scent?
Italian food and gasoline. Nice combination. -What?? Eucalyptus, laundered clothes, and popcorn. (I think I just really want popcorn.)
25. Who makes you happiest?
Sigh, Andrew gets this one again. -Still true.
Well, I got bored. This quiz was originally NINETY questions. Honestly, we had so much time on our hands and attention-spans in our heads to complete 90 questions about ourselves. How. HOW!? I deleted the rest of the questions because a) I couldn't handle my 20-Year-Old-Me answers anymore and b) the constant highlighting and changing of text color was really starting to irritate me. Most of my answers have changed except for a few. Looking back at 20-Year-Old-Me, I realized two things: 1) I really had a love for making music, something I never do anymore. 2) I miss college and 3) Why did I spend so long answering 90 questions about myself.
Anyway, moral of the blog: change is good. Disney Channel stars used to do this thing where they'd give advice to their viewers, and like, 95% of them said, "Don't ever change." Also, I think we wrote this a lot in school yearbooks. But honestly, could you imagine not ever changing? I don't mean physically; obviously, that would be weird. But I mean, mentally, spiritually, emotionally, intellectually, and all of the other adjectives ending in "l-y." I think for a lot of us, change is scary. Change means different. Change means unknown and waves and uncertainty. But looking back, it's good, and we have to remember that we are not here without purpose. Everything is connected and everything happens for a reason. Life throws obstacles and setbacks and hardships; it makes you question your existence and what is the point of it all? No, fellow Life-Walker, it's not fair. We're not going to pass GO and collect $200 every time. Sometimes we're going to get thrown in jail. (Metaphorically, speaking, of course) and sometimes the LIFE token says, "Give all of your money to the player to your left."
The point is: all of this bad, all of this change, it eventually turns into good change. It shapes us, makes us stronger, helps us figure out how to better manage our money, or multi-task, or protect our hearts from the ones who seek to hurt us.
Embrace the change now, even if it seems scary and uncertain and even dark. Your purpose is bigger than you know; it's bigger than any of us know. And five years from now, when you're reading your own blog, you'll think, "I'm so glad for the change, because I couldn't bear to think of me still wearing those rainbow suspenders."
Books read: 2 3/4
So, I think four-ish years ago I did one of these posts and I'm going to copy and paste the exact quiz, with my answers from then, and then my answers from today, to compare how much I've changed, grown, matured, etc. 20-Year-Old-Me in black text, 25-Year-Old-Me in red text. Let's get to ch-ch-ch-chaaaangin.
**Disclaimer, read to the end: I promise it gets better and this interview does end, and real bloggy-stuff begins.
1. What was the highlight of your week?
The Big Ticket! A 12 hour music festival of back-to-back bands consisting of Paper Tongues, Grouplove, Of Monsters and Men, FUN., Rise Against, Anberlin, Silversun Pickups, Flogging Molly, and like, a bajillion others. It was nonstop madness and I had an absolute BLAST! Ahhh, I love music festivals. -This week, the highlight was a 67*, sunny day in February!!!! All about the simpler pleasures these days, I suppose.
2. Whose car were you in last?
Mine! -Still true.
3. When is the next time you will kiss someone?
On the evening of December 13th when I'm reunited with Andrew! WOOH! -Tonight, when the Then-Boyfriend-Now-Hubs gets home.
4. What color shirt are you wearing?
Not wearing a shirt. ;) Mmmm. Jk. Totally wearing a yellow dress. -What? Did I really write that? Anyway, blue sweater.
5. How long is your hair?
I guess to my chest..... -About the same.
6. Are you good looking?
You know it. I be one hawt chicca. Boiis be breakin' der neckks. -Gosh, I hope I was being sarcastic. What in the world. I probably lost at least 10 followers on this question. And yes, I find myself beautiful inside and out.
7. Last movie you watched?
BRAVE! And it was bloody fantastic. I knew I should've bought it on Black Friday. -Moana? Well, my love for current Disney films hasn't changed.
8. Who were you with?
The two kiddies I was babysitting. -Husband of Mine.
9. Last thing you ate?
Goldfish, ya'll! -A lil cutie!
10. Last thing you drank?
Dat Desani. -Water.
11. When was the last time you had your heart broken?
I guess like, almost 2 years ago. But I quickly healed! <3 -Gosh, what? 7 years ago? Time flies when you're in love.
12. Who came over last?
Eric? -Scott.
13. Are you happy right now?
I'd be happier if I were listening to good music opposed to the droning of my weather professor in the background. -Look how rebellious I was. Blogging whilst class-ing. And yes! The joy of the Lord is my strength!
14. What did you say last?
"No, I meant that we have to endure the conflicts in order to achieve greatness later on." -That's good stuff, I might use that some time. And I believe I said, "I love you, bye."
15. Where is your phone?
In front of me, on this desk. -Next to me, on this arm rest.
16. What color are your eyes?
Blue/green/gold -Blue/green/gold
17. Are you left-handed?
Nah. -Nah.
18. Spell your name without vowels:
Shl -Shl Nll Strk
19. Do you have any pets?
No. I'd like a tiny turtle though. Or a puppy-sized elephant. -Little Caaaaaat >^._.^<
20. Favorite Vacation?
Last Christmas in the Northeast! I love dead trees. -Honeymoon in Saint Martin. I love palm trees.
21. What do you dislike currently?
How much CRAP I have to do between this week and next. -This cold weather D:
22. What are you listening to?
I should be listening to this weather lecture... -Still rebellious, I see. And the whispering, low roar of the fireplace.
23. If you could have one thing right now what would it be?
Andrew. Always. -Oh my goodness, so sweet. Still true, but I really want buttery popcorn at the cinema.
24. What is your favorite scent?
Italian food and gasoline. Nice combination. -What?? Eucalyptus, laundered clothes, and popcorn. (I think I just really want popcorn.)
25. Who makes you happiest?
Sigh, Andrew gets this one again. -Still true.
Well, I got bored. This quiz was originally NINETY questions. Honestly, we had so much time on our hands and attention-spans in our heads to complete 90 questions about ourselves. How. HOW!? I deleted the rest of the questions because a) I couldn't handle my 20-Year-Old-Me answers anymore and b) the constant highlighting and changing of text color was really starting to irritate me. Most of my answers have changed except for a few. Looking back at 20-Year-Old-Me, I realized two things: 1) I really had a love for making music, something I never do anymore. 2) I miss college and 3) Why did I spend so long answering 90 questions about myself.
Anyway, moral of the blog: change is good. Disney Channel stars used to do this thing where they'd give advice to their viewers, and like, 95% of them said, "Don't ever change." Also, I think we wrote this a lot in school yearbooks. But honestly, could you imagine not ever changing? I don't mean physically; obviously, that would be weird. But I mean, mentally, spiritually, emotionally, intellectually, and all of the other adjectives ending in "l-y." I think for a lot of us, change is scary. Change means different. Change means unknown and waves and uncertainty. But looking back, it's good, and we have to remember that we are not here without purpose. Everything is connected and everything happens for a reason. Life throws obstacles and setbacks and hardships; it makes you question your existence and what is the point of it all? No, fellow Life-Walker, it's not fair. We're not going to pass GO and collect $200 every time. Sometimes we're going to get thrown in jail. (Metaphorically, speaking, of course) and sometimes the LIFE token says, "Give all of your money to the player to your left."
The point is: all of this bad, all of this change, it eventually turns into good change. It shapes us, makes us stronger, helps us figure out how to better manage our money, or multi-task, or protect our hearts from the ones who seek to hurt us.
Embrace the change now, even if it seems scary and uncertain and even dark. Your purpose is bigger than you know; it's bigger than any of us know. And five years from now, when you're reading your own blog, you'll think, "I'm so glad for the change, because I couldn't bear to think of me still wearing those rainbow suspenders."
Books read: 2 3/4
Friday, February 3, 2017
January Whole30 Wrap-Up & Other Success Things
IT'S FEBRUARY THIRD! That means, that today is weigh-in day for me and the hubs after an entire 30 days of eating only fruits, veggies, meats, fish, nuts, and seeds! And almond butter. Always almond butter. We also tried really hard to go to the gym as much as our tired, detoxed little bodies would have, and I think we did fairly well. Workouts became more fun and energizing, rather than a nuisance and just completely draining. Our sleeping patterns were more steady and uninterrupted, and the days of after-meal bloats, nausea, and lethargy are gone!
And to all of the readers who are saying, "Just get to the point! How much did you lose?!" Well, anxious reader, I'm not going to come out with it. The number is just a number. (It's a happy number, I will say that.) But I look and feel better than I ever have: emotionally, physically, mentally...and that means so much more to me than the number on the scale.
We are so focused on the numbers sometimes, that we don't think about the other gains we achieve! We lose pounds, but gain strength. We lose inches, but gain confidence. We lose fat, but gain the ability to cook those darn-and-once-nasty-brussel sprouts the best way, ever, and now they're our favorite go-to! The point is, we can't get focused on just the numbers: the "goal weight;" the "goal salary;" the "goal-number, number, number." And I just don't want to focus on that anymore! I want to focus on the things I've gained and earned while reaching that number. I want to look at myself in the mirror and say, "Wow, God created something beautiful in me, and I am proud of it."
But enough of the straight-talk. I have other little wins for the month of January besides scale and non-scale victories! Like a): broadening my TV show watching experience out of the HGTV bubble, (aka: The Crown, Once Upon a Time, & House of Cards - Go watch them all now. Seriously.) and b) keeping up with my bullet journal and expanding on my creative skills everyday! I'm super, super in love with how it's coming out and I am honestly really proud of myself for not forgetting about it and letting it fall apart. (Both the goal and the journal.) It's keeping my life in order in the most beautifully, creative way possible! And that makes me happy. I also have to pride myself on my meal prep and planning skills: they have come along way from the first round of Whole30 we did: steak and baked potato and steamed vegetable. Or some sort of dry chicken breast. Super thankful to Pinterest and Instagram and other Whole30 Veterans who just have this overflowing cornucopia of delicious, compliant foods that I would have never even dreamt of. And also major thanks to my husband for being my go-to Meat-Preparer. (One of these days I'll get over my raw-meat aversion. Seriously, I just freeze up and it's like I'm paralyzed by the thought of having to turn that strangely slimy, salmonella-filled, and squishy pile of pink into a meal.) And also, I guess this is turning into an acceptance speech where I'm thanking all of my resources for helping me along this healthy road to my success. (????)
Which brings me to thank the most important one of all: my God. Without His strength and me relying on Him every day to get me through the days when I JUST WANTED PIZZA FOR PETE'S SAKE, and the days when the detox mood-swings were at their worst and I wanted to give up, I prayed. I prayed for strength, and to not be led into the temptation of the bad foods. I prayed for the freedom from food's grip that it had on me. Happy: eat. Sad: eat. Celebrating: eat. Mourning: eat. Eat, eat, eat, eat, eat. Well, gone are the days of me being a little, "Is-there-any-more?"-Pooh-Bear!
So, I encourage anyone who feels trapped by food to try the Whole30 program. It's life changing, if you want to change your life. And if you want to expand on your creative side, start a bullet journal! And if you're tired of watching seventy three different ways to flip a flopped house, go watch House of Cards. Seriously, Frank Underwood for freakin' President.
Books read: 2/26
Saturday, January 21, 2017
More "whining" from another "Nasty Woman"
With the Inauguration yesterday, and thousands upon thousands of Americans marching today in the Women's March across the country, I feel the need to write about some things that are pressing on my heart. I'm aware that many will say that I need to keep my opinions to myself, stop whining, suck it up, and accept things as they are. Let me say something about that: WHEN HAS THIS COUNTRY EVER BEEN ACCEPTING OF THINGS AS THEY ARE!?
Looking back throughout history, I can't help but to think, what if our Founding Fathers just accepted the British rule and tyranny we were under and never fought for freedom to be our own nation? What if our country accepted the things of slavery and then segregation, and never fought itself to no longer be divided by the color of our skin? What if women accepted that we don't deserve the right to vote and never marched and protested to earn such a precious, privilege this country offers? Here's what makes this country so great: We. Don't. Always. Accept.
And that should be great! That should be encouraged! And yet, since the results of the election, the winning side has constantly called us, "whiners," that we "throw tantrums," that we're "sore losers" who just can't respect our new President. Here's what I say to you all: stop telling me what I am; stop telling me what I shouldn't be offended by; and stop telling me what I should respect.
***This is where I got really personal and wrote way too much and deleted everything.***
But here's what I will say: as I watch the hundreds of thousands of women and men marching today, to stand up for love; to stand up for equality; to stand up for racial equality; and being able to make her own choice, I am so proud. These marches and protests are not an act of "whining" and being a "sore loser," they are an act of standing up for what makes this country so great and so beautiful! The many things that have moved our country ten steps forward and not standing for setting our country ten steps back. Marriage equality, racial equality, women's rights, and we came out of one of the worst economic crisis since The Great Depression. We have come so far as a country, let's not undo all that we've done. Let's march and speak up and not let our girls think its okay to be objectified and belittled by men.
And again, I say to the ones who try to silence us, stop calling what we're marching for, a "temper-tantrum." Stop telling us we need to just accept the "Locker-Room Talk." And stop, stop, telling us to accept things as they are; because I wonder, Winning Side, how much you would have accepted the results if that "Nasty Woman" made it into office?
Looking back throughout history, I can't help but to think, what if our Founding Fathers just accepted the British rule and tyranny we were under and never fought for freedom to be our own nation? What if our country accepted the things of slavery and then segregation, and never fought itself to no longer be divided by the color of our skin? What if women accepted that we don't deserve the right to vote and never marched and protested to earn such a precious, privilege this country offers? Here's what makes this country so great: We. Don't. Always. Accept.
And that should be great! That should be encouraged! And yet, since the results of the election, the winning side has constantly called us, "whiners," that we "throw tantrums," that we're "sore losers" who just can't respect our new President. Here's what I say to you all: stop telling me what I am; stop telling me what I shouldn't be offended by; and stop telling me what I should respect.
***This is where I got really personal and wrote way too much and deleted everything.***
But here's what I will say: as I watch the hundreds of thousands of women and men marching today, to stand up for love; to stand up for equality; to stand up for racial equality; and being able to make her own choice, I am so proud. These marches and protests are not an act of "whining" and being a "sore loser," they are an act of standing up for what makes this country so great and so beautiful! The many things that have moved our country ten steps forward and not standing for setting our country ten steps back. Marriage equality, racial equality, women's rights, and we came out of one of the worst economic crisis since The Great Depression. We have come so far as a country, let's not undo all that we've done. Let's march and speak up and not let our girls think its okay to be objectified and belittled by men.
And again, I say to the ones who try to silence us, stop calling what we're marching for, a "temper-tantrum." Stop telling us we need to just accept the "Locker-Room Talk." And stop, stop, telling us to accept things as they are; because I wonder, Winning Side, how much you would have accepted the results if that "Nasty Woman" made it into office?
Sunday, January 15, 2017
Four Year Recaps & New Year Caps-off!
The
last time I wrote a blog was January 7, 2013: over four years ago.
Honestly, I'm not sure what is more alarming: the fact I'm picking up this
hobby again after four years, or that 2013 WAS FOUR YEARS AGO!?!
So,
I decided to start writing blogs again. I wanted to do this back in April,
after Andrew and I got married, like a whole
newlywed-year-of-marriage-all-the-cute-things-blog. But, I never did, and then
I forgot about the whole idea and HGTV was way too addicting and new jobs and
homesickness and 2016 was just a really hard, emotional year. But here's a
breakdown of some highlights that have happened in the past four years since
I've been a non-blogger.
•
I flew on an airplane for the first time to Portland for Spring Break.
Now, a frequent flyer.
•
Graduated college
•
Left my job, became a nanny, moved to PA, renovated an over-hundred year
old house
•
Moved into said house, became an assistant manager at rue21, lived in
snow for the first time, missed my family too much and moved back to Florida
•
Became a Behavior Therapist, worked at Florida Autism Center and
impacted the lives of the most amazing, adorable, and perfect children I've
ever had the privilege of knowing.
•
Expanded my horizons and decided to start making cosplays, went to lots
of cons.
•
Got engaged in Chicago! Did the Single Ladies Dance with Matt Smith at
Comic Con
•
Planned wedding, planned wedding, planned wedding
•
Made new friends, lost friends, was a Disney Passholder, and still made
more cosplays
•
Met David Tennant, Nathan Fillion, Alex Kingston, Karen Gillan, Oliver
and James Phelps, Emilie de Ravin, and Adam Baldwin
•
Realized my hidden talent and passion for up-cycling furniture
•
Got married, moved to New Jersey, made a home out of a Bachelor Pad, and
learned to Wife.
•
Honeymooned in Saint Martin
•
Became addicted to HGTV
•
Bought new bikes, got said bikes stolen, replaced said bikes, and had
lots of adorable bike rides
•
Adopted a kitten named Sebastian, spent lots of money on kitty toys and
lots of time recording Kitty Antics
•
Missed my family
•
Missed my family
•
Missed my family
•
Became Basic.
•
Got an amazing job as nanny for a beautiful family!
•
Went to NYC a bunch of times and saw Justin Bieber at MSG, The
Rockettes, met Santa at Macy's, and stayed at The Plaza.
•
And besides an amazing Christmas then deciding to do a Bullet Journal
and doing round 2 of Whole30, we're up to date!
Everyone
always tries to make goals and resolutions and themes for the new year, and
I've finally decided my words that are going to describe my year. 2017 is going
to be the year of New, Productivity, and Positivity! I
have so many goals for this year, like completing 3 rounds of Whole30 in a row,
completing a bullet journal, reading 26 books, making every second of every day
worth something, and becoming super rooted in my bible and growing closer to
Christ. I really want to try and make the most out of every day.
When
you're little and your parents say, "enjoy being a kid, you'll miss it
when you're older," you always thought "Psh.. no way! Being a grown
up is awesome! You don't have to eat vegetables if you don't want to and you
don't have to take naps and you can stay up late and you can buy whatever you
want without your parents telling you 'no.'" Well, let me tell you,
8-year-young-me, being an adult: I have to force myself to eat vegetables
because I want to take pride in the body God has given me: I want it to be
healthy and strong. I wish every day I could take a darn nap just so I could
feel like the second half of the day isn't creeping by. I strive to be asleep
by 9:30 every night because I have to start my day at 5:30 to get ready for
work. That's right, 8-year-young-me, not school where you were so upset about
long devision and IOU school lunches, but work. Every day. For 40+ hours a
week. And oh! Let me talk about the whole "buy-whatever-you-want"
thing. Yeah, I can buy whatever I want. But then, I have to have money to eat
and money to put gas in my car money to pay for a roof over my head. And
apparently you can't just put everything on a credit card. Apparently, you
actually have to pay for that at some point.
I
guess I'm learning that Adult-ing is hard, but Wife-ing makes Adult-ing a lot
better, because without my husband, I couldn't do any of those Adult things.
So, I digress. This year, I'm getting rid of the "bleh, I want to grow up
so fast, I want to rush through life and be older" 8-year-old-me
mentality, and I'm going to go slow and grow slow. I just want to
enjoy so many little things and expand on my talents and passions and loves,
and work on myself spiritually, physically, and creatively. I'm super excited
about what this year has in store: the past few years have been really hard on
my family and I'm praying that God brings so many blessings, happy moments, and
endless love for 2017!
What
are your Words for the new year?
Books
read: 0
Monday, January 7, 2013
A Whole Lot of Newness of Epic Proportions
Looking back over some of my posts from last year, I realize I was probably in a darker place than I would have liked to have been. It appears that the majority of my 2012 blogs is about some sort of inspiring, let's-appreciate-life-kinda-deal, all whilst crying over the Family Size bag of chips and cheese spread and my keyboard. I feel as though with each crumb that lies between the cracks of my keyboard, links a sad memory of some kind. It's bad.
That being said, I will be posting with the hopes of being a BRAND SPANKIN' NEW person. I just seriously want to live every day to my fullest potential and freakin' rock the crap out of this semester. (Man. I just love it when my rhetoric flows so intelligently.) I'm guessing I fall into the self-proclaimed category of "The Resolutioners," the people who want to lose weight and get fit and blabla. (Currently, the fridge at the office only consists of Tupperware salads, fiber bars, slim fast, and Weight Watchers frozen lunches. We'll see what it looks like by February 1st.)
So yeah, I'm on this "new" kick right now. I found a new TV series I'm in love with, Misfits. The show's actually been on since 2009, so I can't pull the hipster card and say I've been a fan since the beginning. But it's, get this, a British sci-fi series. Basically, I could pretty much kick myself for being such a die-hard fan of Doctor Who and never finding this show beforehand. I'm also fairly certain that the series is just a compilation of webisodes on Hulu, considering I've never come across it on BBC. Which, this is of the utmost surprise, due to my many-spent hours of dedication to the British Broadcasting Network. (WARNING: The next half of this paragraph may, and most likely will, contain spoilers. So skip ahead if you don't want to be spoiled or whatever.) So, this show is about a group of 5 teens/young adults that all get community service; and on the first day of their service, a freak storm happens and they all get super powers. Powers like, turning back time, hearing others' thoughts, immortality, turning invisible, and of course, who could forget the power to make anyone have sex with them with a mere touch. And basically, all of this crazy stuff happens to them while they're on probation and it's gory and crude and just fantastic. I got a little angry with the show for a teensy bit when I got wind that my favourite character wasn't returning. But, I had to get over it because I'm just too addicted to the show. I'm almost fully caught up with the series now and I could not be a happier nerdfighter.
Second new thing: NEW BOOK SERIES! I finally finished the last book in the Percy Jackson series. (Yeah, I know I started that like, last year.) I just couldn't get into the last book. BUT, I swallowed my pride and of course, it helped that I was on bedrest with a fever, forcing myself to read and finish a book I started 6 months prior. And I started The Mortal Instruments series last night. My friend Sarah told me about this series about a year ago, but the library never had the first book. But I guess Santa thought I was good this year, because he brought me the series and OHMAHGURDITSSOGOOD. I'm only about 30 pages in, but for me to be hooked so early in the book is a very, VERY good sign. I also got a few Agatha Christie books, which I've been dying to start ever since the Doctor Who episode where they meet Agatha Christie. And if The Doctor likes her, then I shall, too. I have to obey my Doctor's orders. (Yes, time to end this paragraph with a really bad Doctor Who pun. Apologies.)
And other various new things that I want to try like foods and learn new card games and play new board games and possibly find a new movie that I actually enjoy and whatever else. I'm also back on Herbalife and exercising daily and I feel fantastic. I have so much energy and I feel great about myself. I'm also writing inspiring quotes on my bathroom mirror because apparently, that's the thing you're supposed to do when you're looking to change your fitness/food lifestyle.
Well, that's about all folks. Classes start Wednesday, but my main class load is Tuesday and Thursday. I cannot wait for this semester to kick off and weave in all of this newness for the new year. Hope everyone had a fantastic holiday! I definitely did! Snow, baking, sledding, family, and permission to fly to Portland for Spring Break with the love of my life.
Peace and chicken grease.
Books read: 1
That being said, I will be posting with the hopes of being a BRAND SPANKIN' NEW person. I just seriously want to live every day to my fullest potential and freakin' rock the crap out of this semester. (Man. I just love it when my rhetoric flows so intelligently.) I'm guessing I fall into the self-proclaimed category of "The Resolutioners," the people who want to lose weight and get fit and blabla. (Currently, the fridge at the office only consists of Tupperware salads, fiber bars, slim fast, and Weight Watchers frozen lunches. We'll see what it looks like by February 1st.)
So yeah, I'm on this "new" kick right now. I found a new TV series I'm in love with, Misfits. The show's actually been on since 2009, so I can't pull the hipster card and say I've been a fan since the beginning. But it's, get this, a British sci-fi series. Basically, I could pretty much kick myself for being such a die-hard fan of Doctor Who and never finding this show beforehand. I'm also fairly certain that the series is just a compilation of webisodes on Hulu, considering I've never come across it on BBC. Which, this is of the utmost surprise, due to my many-spent hours of dedication to the British Broadcasting Network. (WARNING: The next half of this paragraph may, and most likely will, contain spoilers. So skip ahead if you don't want to be spoiled or whatever.) So, this show is about a group of 5 teens/young adults that all get community service; and on the first day of their service, a freak storm happens and they all get super powers. Powers like, turning back time, hearing others' thoughts, immortality, turning invisible, and of course, who could forget the power to make anyone have sex with them with a mere touch. And basically, all of this crazy stuff happens to them while they're on probation and it's gory and crude and just fantastic. I got a little angry with the show for a teensy bit when I got wind that my favourite character wasn't returning. But, I had to get over it because I'm just too addicted to the show. I'm almost fully caught up with the series now and I could not be a happier nerdfighter.
Second new thing: NEW BOOK SERIES! I finally finished the last book in the Percy Jackson series. (Yeah, I know I started that like, last year.) I just couldn't get into the last book. BUT, I swallowed my pride and of course, it helped that I was on bedrest with a fever, forcing myself to read and finish a book I started 6 months prior. And I started The Mortal Instruments series last night. My friend Sarah told me about this series about a year ago, but the library never had the first book. But I guess Santa thought I was good this year, because he brought me the series and OHMAHGURDITSSOGOOD. I'm only about 30 pages in, but for me to be hooked so early in the book is a very, VERY good sign. I also got a few Agatha Christie books, which I've been dying to start ever since the Doctor Who episode where they meet Agatha Christie. And if The Doctor likes her, then I shall, too. I have to obey my Doctor's orders. (Yes, time to end this paragraph with a really bad Doctor Who pun. Apologies.)
And other various new things that I want to try like foods and learn new card games and play new board games and possibly find a new movie that I actually enjoy and whatever else. I'm also back on Herbalife and exercising daily and I feel fantastic. I have so much energy and I feel great about myself. I'm also writing inspiring quotes on my bathroom mirror because apparently, that's the thing you're supposed to do when you're looking to change your fitness/food lifestyle.
Well, that's about all folks. Classes start Wednesday, but my main class load is Tuesday and Thursday. I cannot wait for this semester to kick off and weave in all of this newness for the new year. Hope everyone had a fantastic holiday! I definitely did! Snow, baking, sledding, family, and permission to fly to Portland for Spring Break with the love of my life.
Peace and chicken grease.
Books read: 1
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Fall Semester: A Reflection
I wish I could say that I'm officially done with this semester, but I still have one more final tomorrow at 8AM. And, this will be the first time ever, that I studied before play time. The past couple posts haven't necessarily been blogs, but more like lists and surveys and life lessons. So, I'm writing an old-fashioned blog tonight. Tonight's post is all about reflecting on the absolute MAD HOUSE this semester has been and how ever flipping grateful I am that it is over.
This whole semester has been an ongoing roller coaster of ups and downs. There were a LOT of times where I was seriously considering dropping Air Traffic entirely and go into communications for writing, because if I'm not controlling airplanes, I want to write books and play music and sell wittle crafts, like tiny crochet'd elephants or, I don't know, clay owls. Yes, for the rest of my life. And I kept getting into these weird moods where I was constantly asking myself if ATC was the right choice for me or if I should really do something that will make me happy? It's not that ATC doesn't make me happy; it excites me beyond belief. It's just that the class I was in this semester was dreadfully boring and overly complicated. And the more time I spent around the bandmates, I think we were all going through this "I need to find myself" kind of thing, my feelings heightened. As the semester dragged on, however, and after like, one million breakdowns and self re-evaluations, I think I'm okay with myself again. This still doesn't change the fact that I want to cut my hair off and put red, blue, and purple streaks in it.
I will say, though, I think I've learned more this semester than I have any other semester my entire life. I had had an amazing bunch of teachers, minus 2, who need to sit in on their own classes. Perhaps they'll understand why there was essentially a mass silent agreement to not participate in, what I refer to as, The PowerPoint Drone Chronicles. My favourite, favourite teacher this semester was Dr. Stotland, my super-hottie-Russian-accent-having World History professor. He was just extremely engaging and I can honestly say that I have never loved history, nor learned more from a history class than I did from Stotland. I also loveeeed my mythology class. The course ended up being exceedingly more difficult than I intended it to be, but I learned some fantastic life lessons in there. Like, that the best people get the worst trials because they keep passing the tests over and over. And we keep getting trials thrown at us because a higher power wants us to grow into the best and strongest people possible; once we've stopped growing from trials, what else is there to live for?
If everything goes according to plan, I should end up with 4 A's and 2 B's this semester. It's not as good as I was hoping for, but I seriously need to chillax on the whole Capricorn Thing and lay off myself. And as much as I try to not get mad at myself for having 2 B's, I can't help it. I really need to work on being more easy-going. I actually chuckled when I wrote that because I've been trying to do that for years. Yeah-freaking-right.
Highlights of the semester would definitely consist of the mystery drawings on the whiteboard every morning before history class, the Halloween Party at Dan & Katie's, the music festival I went to with Logan and Ben, arguing with my weather professor until he gave me the extra 3 points that I deserved on my exam, entering a pie eating contest, adding a 4th member to the band and realizing how much we've evolved together as musicians, being referred to as "Sunshine," "Bright Eyes," "My Favourite Hippie," and "Perky" by the Air Traffic Professors, cutting my hair off, being introduced to so many fantastic musicians, and applying for spring graduation.
Normally, this would be the part where I would list the low lights of the semester, but I honestly don't want to relive those. All I can say is that I'm so happy to call myself (one-final-away-from-being) DONE with this fall semester. And I can happily, and proudly say that it will be my LAST fall semester! Counting down the days until I am on the train and on my way to Pennsylvania, where I will spend the holidays and leave the low lights of fall behind me.
xx
This whole semester has been an ongoing roller coaster of ups and downs. There were a LOT of times where I was seriously considering dropping Air Traffic entirely and go into communications for writing, because if I'm not controlling airplanes, I want to write books and play music and sell wittle crafts, like tiny crochet'd elephants or, I don't know, clay owls. Yes, for the rest of my life. And I kept getting into these weird moods where I was constantly asking myself if ATC was the right choice for me or if I should really do something that will make me happy? It's not that ATC doesn't make me happy; it excites me beyond belief. It's just that the class I was in this semester was dreadfully boring and overly complicated. And the more time I spent around the bandmates, I think we were all going through this "I need to find myself" kind of thing, my feelings heightened. As the semester dragged on, however, and after like, one million breakdowns and self re-evaluations, I think I'm okay with myself again. This still doesn't change the fact that I want to cut my hair off and put red, blue, and purple streaks in it.
I will say, though, I think I've learned more this semester than I have any other semester my entire life. I had had an amazing bunch of teachers, minus 2, who need to sit in on their own classes. Perhaps they'll understand why there was essentially a mass silent agreement to not participate in, what I refer to as, The PowerPoint Drone Chronicles. My favourite, favourite teacher this semester was Dr. Stotland, my super-hottie-Russian-accent-having World History professor. He was just extremely engaging and I can honestly say that I have never loved history, nor learned more from a history class than I did from Stotland. I also loveeeed my mythology class. The course ended up being exceedingly more difficult than I intended it to be, but I learned some fantastic life lessons in there. Like, that the best people get the worst trials because they keep passing the tests over and over. And we keep getting trials thrown at us because a higher power wants us to grow into the best and strongest people possible; once we've stopped growing from trials, what else is there to live for?
If everything goes according to plan, I should end up with 4 A's and 2 B's this semester. It's not as good as I was hoping for, but I seriously need to chillax on the whole Capricorn Thing and lay off myself. And as much as I try to not get mad at myself for having 2 B's, I can't help it. I really need to work on being more easy-going. I actually chuckled when I wrote that because I've been trying to do that for years. Yeah-freaking-right.
Highlights of the semester would definitely consist of the mystery drawings on the whiteboard every morning before history class, the Halloween Party at Dan & Katie's, the music festival I went to with Logan and Ben, arguing with my weather professor until he gave me the extra 3 points that I deserved on my exam, entering a pie eating contest, adding a 4th member to the band and realizing how much we've evolved together as musicians, being referred to as "Sunshine," "Bright Eyes," "My Favourite Hippie," and "Perky" by the Air Traffic Professors, cutting my hair off, being introduced to so many fantastic musicians, and applying for spring graduation.
Normally, this would be the part where I would list the low lights of the semester, but I honestly don't want to relive those. All I can say is that I'm so happy to call myself (one-final-away-from-being) DONE with this fall semester. And I can happily, and proudly say that it will be my LAST fall semester! Counting down the days until I am on the train and on my way to Pennsylvania, where I will spend the holidays and leave the low lights of fall behind me.
xx
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