Hey Interwebs!
So I just want to start off by saying thanks to the people who have been checking out my blogger posts. I'm not saying that I am addicted to seeing how many page views I have... mostly because I can quit anytime I want. Haha. I'm sorry. That was lame attempt at a joke.
Anyway, I've been inspired (by recent events) to talk about a very big topic. Now please PLEASE PLLLLEEAAASSSEEE note that this was NOT AT ALL inspired by the next major holiday around the corner. I know that guys are starting to hear the daunting shrills of excitement by the females, and the stores have had their pink and red decorations out since Christmas. But Valentine´s Day had nothing to do with this topic.
And if you forget, I kindly but it in the Title of this post to help remind you. Also I will probably remind you throughout the post. I'm persistent like that. (It's one of my most annoying qualities)
I want to talk a little bit about Passion. Not the romantic, sexy, hearts in the eyes, kind of passion. But the energy that motivates us to feel empowered and charge onward. In my opinion, it's the cooler and more butt-kicking version of passion when compared to red, velvet, and champagne (which is my stereotype thinking on the romantic side of passion talking).
I have a sister who has recently found a soft spot for basketball. So this year in junior high she decided to play on the girl's team. It has been an awesome experience for her and she thoroughly enjoys it. Even when my dad (and other people who is definitely NOT me...) yell during the games and say random phrases in Spanish (no soy yo...). But my point of this is that she is passionate about playing basketball.
One of my good friend's from high school, let's call him... Potted Plant... has this amazing talent of knowing everything there is to know about music ever. Including bands, artists, and song titles. All of which my brain decided long ago was not important enough information to keep stored in my brain. Thankfully for me, Potted Plant is pretty much a walking, talking, more funny, Pandora. Well... more like if Pandora and Spotify had a baby... that was somehow human as well... POINT BEING, he has a passion for music.
Do you see where I'm going with this yet? P.S. Still not about Valentine´s day.
Passion is something we find within ourselves, whether it's a strong pull to a certain hobby or sport, or a surge of interest in a skill or talent. Passion is something that lives in each one of us, but is trigger by different things.
My dad, as an example, LOVES the Seahawks. I swear he would sell some kids off if it would allow him to buy the team. Okay, maybe not that extreme, but I bet the deal would make him think about it. He is passionate for them because he is invested in their seasons.
I love words. I love talking, I love writing, I love reading. If I was in the world of The Phantom Toll Booth, I would be living in Dictionopolis where I would be then eating words as well. Words are my passion. And I have this connection with expressing myself in such a way, that they are really meaningful to me.
I think one of the worst lies society throws on us that we can either run with our passions, or we can have a secure, "normal" life. And that's not true.
I am a religious person and I have a hard time believe that the main reason in life is to work hard to survive until we die. It just seems... dull. This world, if we take the time to take it in, is magical. It is bright and lively, and oozing with opportunity. Life is way too short to give up on something you're passionate about.
If you like writing, write. If you like painting, paint. If you like being a clown at kid's birthday parties, you should probably rethink your life. Ha, I'm just kidding... But still. Sorry, I have this thing with clowns. ANYWAY. My point is that you can be successful and still have time to discover yourself and get that life back into living.
Passion is the color in our life-size coloring book. When everything is looking so gray and blank, with hard black lines to stay within, Passion is what allows us to care about something other than ourselves and to paint a much better picture.
Be happy and know that life is a little bigger, and a little brighter than you might think.
Monday, January 25, 2016
Friday, January 22, 2016
Soapbox 1.0
I was working on an earlier blog post this morning, something inspirational that has to do with accepting your flaws and becoming a better person. But then I got miffed and now I am on this spiral craze of emotion. Or in other words, I'm in a ranting mode.
And what better way to rant than in a blog online were all my friends and family can see it? They already know I'm crazy.
I am so tired of not knowing what I want to do with my life. I understand that it is a changing time and how everyone has to "pay their dues" by trying to be successful in life. I know that so many adults seem put together and my friends all have their plans for the future in order. But you know what?? I call bull shikey on the whole thing!
That's right. I'm calling it, there is NO instruction manual to life. And if there is no manual, that means there is no cookie-cutter way of doing things. Which means the whole stress of trying to fit the mold of college, good job, and picture perfect family is merely an ideal thrust upon us young adults by our society.
Like any good indoctrination, it happen so gradually that we didn't even realize it. I've always liked to consider myself smart, at least with my quick wit and loud personality, and that I would do well in my future. Which I still believe to be true. That being said, I don't think my future is what other's think it should be.
I would love to get through college, have a nice career, settle down, maybe write a book... (like a self help book because maybe that could help me figure things out faster. Then again, we all know that no one hardly takes their own advice)... and live happily ever after. *roll credits*
But maybe, just maybe, that's not how my life is supposed to or will play out.
If you were to ask me what I wanted to be when I was younger, before the influence of grades or money played a roll in my life, I would have told you that when I was older I wanted to be a stay at home mom.
If you were to ask me what I wanted to be when I graduated college, I would say some sort of job I could do that wasn't all that boring with a nice paycheck.
If you were to ask me yesterday, I would have told you I have no clue. (Even after watching the movie Get a Clue and Clueless, I would still be at a loss for words).
However if you were to ask me now, after all the emotion and feelings of last night, I would tell you that I simply want to be happy.
I know that I have a lot of people looking at me. Like all of you do. Friends, family, loved ones, all looking anxiously at how we are going to win at this game of life. And even though they mean well, the pressure can really take it's toll on our young, un-experienced minds.
We're young, we are stressed, we are trying to figure things out, and we're doing the best we know how. Like I mentioned earlier, life doesn't come with a manual because no two lives will EVER be the same. And our parents, the adults in our lives, the elderly people, all had to figure life out too. We are not the first ones to go through this process and hopefully we won't be the last (depending on when the robot apocalypse will break out...). But that being said, it is our personal journey, so our answers also won't be the same.
All this being said, I think I know what I want to do this up-coming semester. And it isn't a semester in college. I want to go teach English in a different country for 5 months. Because I think that would be amazing.
I don't know really know how to end this post. Um... don't do drugs, remember who you are, and most importantly, NEVER bathe in hot oil and bisquick.
And what better way to rant than in a blog online were all my friends and family can see it? They already know I'm crazy.
I am so tired of not knowing what I want to do with my life. I understand that it is a changing time and how everyone has to "pay their dues" by trying to be successful in life. I know that so many adults seem put together and my friends all have their plans for the future in order. But you know what?? I call bull shikey on the whole thing!
That's right. I'm calling it, there is NO instruction manual to life. And if there is no manual, that means there is no cookie-cutter way of doing things. Which means the whole stress of trying to fit the mold of college, good job, and picture perfect family is merely an ideal thrust upon us young adults by our society.
Like any good indoctrination, it happen so gradually that we didn't even realize it. I've always liked to consider myself smart, at least with my quick wit and loud personality, and that I would do well in my future. Which I still believe to be true. That being said, I don't think my future is what other's think it should be.
I would love to get through college, have a nice career, settle down, maybe write a book... (like a self help book because maybe that could help me figure things out faster. Then again, we all know that no one hardly takes their own advice)... and live happily ever after. *roll credits*
But maybe, just maybe, that's not how my life is supposed to or will play out.
If you were to ask me what I wanted to be when I was younger, before the influence of grades or money played a roll in my life, I would have told you that when I was older I wanted to be a stay at home mom.
If you were to ask me what I wanted to be when I graduated college, I would say some sort of job I could do that wasn't all that boring with a nice paycheck.
If you were to ask me yesterday, I would have told you I have no clue. (Even after watching the movie Get a Clue and Clueless, I would still be at a loss for words).
However if you were to ask me now, after all the emotion and feelings of last night, I would tell you that I simply want to be happy.
I know that I have a lot of people looking at me. Like all of you do. Friends, family, loved ones, all looking anxiously at how we are going to win at this game of life. And even though they mean well, the pressure can really take it's toll on our young, un-experienced minds.
We're young, we are stressed, we are trying to figure things out, and we're doing the best we know how. Like I mentioned earlier, life doesn't come with a manual because no two lives will EVER be the same. And our parents, the adults in our lives, the elderly people, all had to figure life out too. We are not the first ones to go through this process and hopefully we won't be the last (depending on when the robot apocalypse will break out...). But that being said, it is our personal journey, so our answers also won't be the same.
All this being said, I think I know what I want to do this up-coming semester. And it isn't a semester in college. I want to go teach English in a different country for 5 months. Because I think that would be amazing.
I don't know really know how to end this post. Um... don't do drugs, remember who you are, and most importantly, NEVER bathe in hot oil and bisquick.
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Something old
Hello my fellow internet wanderers.
So I recently "re-discovered" this blog and after reading through some of my posts, I can't help but smile. The truth behind everyone dealing with their own blemishes in life still rings to my soul. Especially on a day like today.
Today I took my car into the shop because it's the season of Adulting. Or in other words, when my safety and emissions test is due. I call it the season of Adulting because I'm starting to recieve my W2s for taxes. *insert unsettling shivers* Seriously, I wish I learned how to do taxes in high school. It would have made it a little less daunting. Luckily for me, my father is more than happy to do them for me. However it makes me feel like a little kid who still doesn't know how to use her big girl bike yet, and relying on training wheels when you are 21 is not exactly the most coveted thing.
Then again, we should not covet. So I'm just helping my neighbors? Do I get bonus points for indirect service? Can I apply those points to lessen the blow of embarrassment I feel for not understanding the taxing process?
Anyway, totally got off topic (like Hot Topic but less cool). That happens a lot, I'll be saying something and my mind will go off looking in the different corners of my mind. Probably looking for cheese, because I randomly think about cheese a lot... Then again I've been told that addictions eventually take up the majority of screen time in the forefront of the mind. Hence the cravings.
RIGHT, CAR. SORRY. I went in and the guy told me that I failed my emissions test, but they were kind enough to refer me to a mechanic who could tell me what was going on. I don't really like taking my car in to get look at, because it's like going to the doctor. You go in, hoping for a simple solution, but end up coming out with all these bad things you didn't even know was wrong. At least, that's what happened at my last allergist appointment. Guess who's allergic to 7 common types of grass?? This girl.
My baby (or car as other people see it) was taken to the Car Doc and as I predicted, I found out that not only was my car sick, but he had a lot of new allergies I never noticed. You know, I like being right, except for when it sucks being right. This would qualify as a time where it sucked. So much actually that if I were to put a negative dollar amount to the amount of suckiness, I would say it was about... eh... add the 1... $465 worth of suck. WHHY BABY WHHHY??
Now I am definitely one of those mommies (yep, still talking about my car as I would my offspring) that wants the best for their little ones. But $465... whew... that's a hefty prescription. One that I unfortunately don't have the funds for currently. Lucky for me payday is tomorrow. But that doesn't stop me from stressing about money right now.
To say tonight has been a little emotional due to stress, well... would be a slight 15% (give or take) understatement. Mostly it's because I don't know if I get this whole responsible thing yet. I mean, it's one thing to take care of your pet goldfish (my other baby) and making sure your family doesn't feed her pixie stixs when you aren't around, but definitely another when you realize that you are setting up the stage for the rest of your life. And my stage is like a small Blackbox, one that specializes in slap-stick humor and one act plays that have no playbook.
But you know, maybe that's the best (and worst) thing about life. No matter what stage you are at, there really isn't some set playbook to go off from. We just try to go through the scene, doing our best, making it up as we go, and having the faith that it will all wrap up nicely in time for the closing curtain. Yeah, my car took me by surprise. But you know what, I've had worse surprises that were more difficult to overcome. I'll get through this scene too. And for everyone else out there who is stumbling along, not knowing their lines perfectly, it'll be okay. The curtain will always close, even on the most awful moments. And until it does, as they say in show biz, Break a Leg.
So I recently "re-discovered" this blog and after reading through some of my posts, I can't help but smile. The truth behind everyone dealing with their own blemishes in life still rings to my soul. Especially on a day like today.
Today I took my car into the shop because it's the season of Adulting. Or in other words, when my safety and emissions test is due. I call it the season of Adulting because I'm starting to recieve my W2s for taxes. *insert unsettling shivers* Seriously, I wish I learned how to do taxes in high school. It would have made it a little less daunting. Luckily for me, my father is more than happy to do them for me. However it makes me feel like a little kid who still doesn't know how to use her big girl bike yet, and relying on training wheels when you are 21 is not exactly the most coveted thing.
Then again, we should not covet. So I'm just helping my neighbors? Do I get bonus points for indirect service? Can I apply those points to lessen the blow of embarrassment I feel for not understanding the taxing process?
Anyway, totally got off topic (like Hot Topic but less cool). That happens a lot, I'll be saying something and my mind will go off looking in the different corners of my mind. Probably looking for cheese, because I randomly think about cheese a lot... Then again I've been told that addictions eventually take up the majority of screen time in the forefront of the mind. Hence the cravings.
RIGHT, CAR. SORRY. I went in and the guy told me that I failed my emissions test, but they were kind enough to refer me to a mechanic who could tell me what was going on. I don't really like taking my car in to get look at, because it's like going to the doctor. You go in, hoping for a simple solution, but end up coming out with all these bad things you didn't even know was wrong. At least, that's what happened at my last allergist appointment. Guess who's allergic to 7 common types of grass?? This girl.
My baby (or car as other people see it) was taken to the Car Doc and as I predicted, I found out that not only was my car sick, but he had a lot of new allergies I never noticed. You know, I like being right, except for when it sucks being right. This would qualify as a time where it sucked. So much actually that if I were to put a negative dollar amount to the amount of suckiness, I would say it was about... eh... add the 1... $465 worth of suck. WHHY BABY WHHHY??
Now I am definitely one of those mommies (yep, still talking about my car as I would my offspring) that wants the best for their little ones. But $465... whew... that's a hefty prescription. One that I unfortunately don't have the funds for currently. Lucky for me payday is tomorrow. But that doesn't stop me from stressing about money right now.
To say tonight has been a little emotional due to stress, well... would be a slight 15% (give or take) understatement. Mostly it's because I don't know if I get this whole responsible thing yet. I mean, it's one thing to take care of your pet goldfish (my other baby) and making sure your family doesn't feed her pixie stixs when you aren't around, but definitely another when you realize that you are setting up the stage for the rest of your life. And my stage is like a small Blackbox, one that specializes in slap-stick humor and one act plays that have no playbook.
But you know, maybe that's the best (and worst) thing about life. No matter what stage you are at, there really isn't some set playbook to go off from. We just try to go through the scene, doing our best, making it up as we go, and having the faith that it will all wrap up nicely in time for the closing curtain. Yeah, my car took me by surprise. But you know what, I've had worse surprises that were more difficult to overcome. I'll get through this scene too. And for everyone else out there who is stumbling along, not knowing their lines perfectly, it'll be okay. The curtain will always close, even on the most awful moments. And until it does, as they say in show biz, Break a Leg.
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