Monday, August 2, 2010

Question 3

What’s something you know you do differently than most people?

My first thought was to go in the same direction as yesterday’s post. I discovered so many more situations where this odd calmness and directness took over during stressful times. But in the spirit of this project, I want to learn something new, so despite it taking me a few minutes I thought of a new answer. 

I remember.

Now, I know that almost every other being in the human population (and possibly some select animals) has the capability to remember, but nobody I know tries to actively remember. I don’t know how many times I start out a sentence with “Hey! Remember when...,” and then whoever I happen to be talking to looks at me as if I were insane and says they can’t recall said conversation or event. 

Good or bad I always find myself replaying EVERYTHING before I fall asleep each day, rather all of my interactions. I do sporadically keep a journal, but I never go back and read it, so I’m starting to question the reasoning behind that. I find it much more useful to continuously ‘review’ (like hitting rewind a bunch of times on a film) all of my conversations and outings with the people around me. Not because I want to change things, or regret anything, instead I simply just don’t want to forget. Anything. Ever. All of these talks and experiences that may not register as important to someone else, because it was ‘just another day,’ are very important to me. I am who I am because of those. Why would I want to forget?

I’m rambling now, but the point is that I try much harder than the average joe to etch each and every memory of mine onto my brain and onto my heart. 

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Question 2

What is your fondest childhood memory? Who was there? What was going on?
I was in Kindergarden. You know how most classrooms at that age have their own bathrooms? Well one day I actually managed to lock myself in. Seriously. There was no trick to the lock. I wasn’t an idiot. There wasn’t anyone on the other side of the door preventing my escape. I just went into panic mode and couldn’t undo the lock. The fireman assigned to our school at the time was Firepal Matt. I had probably been in the bathroom for a solid 15 minutes by the time Firepal Matt made his entrance. I had him trying to tell me how to turn the lock, I had my teacher doing the exact same thing, and then I had my fellow classmates, some of them murmuring, some of them laughing on the other side as well. Let me tell you, that wasn’t fun. The next thing I heard was, “Maybe you should get the axe.” WHAT?! Now I’m totally freaking out, but things began to clear up a bit. I remember not being able to hear anyone’s voice at this point. It’s like everything went into slow-motion. The tears stopped, I walked up to the door, pushed the lock to the right and pushed. I was greeted by a lot of faces, some surprised, some with pity, but I just walked over to my desk and sat down trying to gauge how embarrassing that was. (Memory stops here). After writing this, I feel like this is the first and only time I can remember going into survival mode. Now I know that sounds silly, it was only a bathroom, but I was 5. I was locked in a small room with talk of axes on the other side. To me, that WAS a live or die situation. I don’t know if it was because this experience happened at such a young age or if it’s a basic human response -or both- but I’ve never experienced panic like I did that day. If anything, I’ve been told I’m abnormally calm in alarming situations. Weird. 


Note: I know this isn't a "happy" memory, but I took fondest to mean a memory that I took a liking to, so my decision stands :)

Saturday, July 31, 2010

50 Questions In 50 Days

I don’t know if any of you actually read what I write or not but regardless, there is going to be a lot more of me in these upcoming months. 
I have just finished the book, Live What You Love, by Bob and Melinda Blanchard. I bought it yesterday and basically tore through it, deeply taking in each sentence. There are several wonderful “Remember” pages full of Do’s and Don’ts, and I felt like I was etching each one onto my heart as I read them. Things like “Don’t stay in a job you don’t enjoy” and “Do ask yourself as many questions as it takes to discover where your passion lies.”
It’s that second one - the one about asking questions, that brings me to this post today. Bob and Melinda talk about asking yourself questions and more questions until you discover what it is you really love. After all, we can’t live what we love until we discover what that truly is, right?
So, as an exercise for myself and possibly you as well, I’ve created a list of questions to ask ourselves in order to help define that passion, one question everyday for the next 50 days. They are not in any particular order, except for my own random stream of consciousness. I tried to avoid common cliche questions, as I’ve never found them helpful and you probably wouldn’t either. 
My goal: Learn a thing or two about myself that I didn’t know before.
So here goes.
Day One: How do you really feel about what you are doing right now at this exact moment? 
I’m not sure if this should be referring to today’s blog entry or the fact that I just stayed up way too late watching Project Runway... Either way, I’m surprisingly calm these days.  Hardly anything gets done in a timely manner, but I don’t seem too bothered by it. I feel that my thoughts right now are becoming more and more rational. Not boring, just more directive towards a happier path. I realize how self-destructive I can be, but I know with all my heart and being that I’m in some sort of a transitional phase right now. I don’t yet know what has spurred this change or what it will bring, but I’ll be damned if I just sit by and let it happen without experiencing it, without taking something from it. Other than love, the best way I know how to live is with my mind. That’s where this project came from, and there’s an itching in my soul to complete it honestly and thoroughly. I’m excited to fill these blank pages, to unravel a part of me that I may not even know exists. 
I hope you enjoy tagging along. 

Friday, July 30, 2010

Life's Magic

My impatience is going to get the best of me. For the better part of the past two years, I have been almost obsessive with not only clawing myself out of this massive hole of despair but trying to assign meaning to everything as well. Every person. Every experience. Every feeling. Every decision.

While I don't doubt that there indeed is meaning ascribed to all of the above mentioned, I can't help but feel at times that I'm trying to live beyond my years. I'm so busy trying to get to that point, that mysterious, shape-shifting yet undeniably desirable point where everything is supposed to make sense, that I'm missing all the good stuff along the way. I mean, I have an appreciate eye and a heart as well as an ear and mind. I know when to stop and smell the roses...

I just seem to have this nagging feeling that what I'm trying to grasp at simply doesn't exist-not in a physical sense anyway. It's self-created. Maybe I created it to give myself a light at the end of the tunnel? I don't know. What I do know, is that I have wasted far too much time waiting for this act of 'self actualization' to reveal itself. I can't falsely create it; that would defeat the purpose. Like love, I only need to enjoy the ride along with myself, and it'll come. I won't know when, and I won't know why, but what's life without a little bit of magic?

Monday, July 19, 2010

Let It Grow

It was too late, cracks escalated
breaking us down. Keep walking

don't look back for
deception awaits the eyes.
Lies, promises
stories, memories
all with the hope-
the hope to one day slowly
edge back into consciousness.

Thoughts planted, wound up
It's time to let them go.

Allow your feet to cease course,
breathe a moment.
Feel it with all your heart. Watch
those tail lights of a sorry
past life fade away.



Wednesday, July 7, 2010

How I Became

Abelle, thank you for your last post. I have decided to follow in your footsteps and also post a little something about what has spurred me into becoming me.

Photo style.

All of these contribute to who I am today, in no particular order, mind you. The good. The bad. The beautiful. The ugly. Also, sorry about the fuzzy ones. Some of these were unfortunately saved to photobucket.
















































































































Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Designed to Fly

In light of my recent chat with Casey, I decided to share my favorite poem with you all. It's entitled 'Designed to Fly' by Ellen Waterston, and it's also the poem at the front of my Life Book if you will, a book of everything that makes me happy. Enjoy.

After ten hours of trying
the instructor undid
my fingers, peeled
them one by one
off the joystick.
"You don't need
to hold the plane
in the air," he advised.
"It's designed to fly.
A hint of aileron,
a touch of rudder,
is all that is required."

I looked at him
like I'd seen God.
Those props and struts
he mentioned, they too,
I realized, all contrived.
I grew dizzy
from the elevation
from looking so far
down at the surmise:
the airspeed of faith
underlies everything.
Lives are designed
to fly.