Thoughts on Friends

Note: Before I dive headfirst into this post, I want to take a moment to remember two brilliant actors that we lost this week. One of my heroes, Mary Tyler Moore, passed away on Wednesday. She was a brilliant actress who portrayed characters that inspired women everywhere. And also, John Hurt, who passed away on Friday. He portrayed many memorable characters, such as the Elephant Man, Olivander and the War Doctor. May we remember their brilliant work for years to come.

“So no one told you life was gonna be this way…”No, I’m not going to spend this whole post discussing the classic TV show Friends. I’ll save that for another post. The friends that I want to discuss are my friends. And, to some extent, your friends. Let me explain.

Think about your friends. Who are they? How did you meet? Why are you friends? Don’t dwell on these too long, you might hurt your brain, especially if you have a lot of friends.

For me, my friends are all kinds of people. Some are students, some are in ministry, some are nurses or therapists. I have friends that are juniors in high school and friends that are almost thirty years old. It helps that I have an old soul (aka, I have a tendency to act like I’m 64, so I get along with older crowds). I met them in all sorts of ways. But the best part is, when I first them, I didn’t know that we would be friends. I don’t think anyone meets a person and immediately knows that they’ll be friends. I didn’t know that these people would be such blessings in my life. That is something that I have discovered along the way. They have seen me on both my good and bad days. They have seen me when I’m being hard on myself for every choice I’ve ever made and they have seen me when I feel empowered and want to crush the patriarchy.

Friends are great treasures to have, aren’t they? They keep your secrets, they know your dreams, they listen to your rants. They see your dark side and yet still love you. Real friends, anyway. They’re there for you. And sometimes, they become more like family. If you ask my parents, I have one sister. If you ask me, I’m likely to say that I have one biological sister, five “adopted” sisters, and four “adopted” brothers. In my mind, my family is a lot bigger than what my parents think it is.

What this boils down to, is that you should thank your friends. Thank them for being there for you, for trusting you. Thank them for laughing at your stupid jokes. Thank them for offering a hug or a smile. Tell them that you love them, especially if you consider them family. Because friends are blessings and life is uncertain. Count your blessings and be thankful for them, before time runs out.

End of thought.

One more thing: You might be wondering why there is a picture of Mongolian chicken in this post. I had lunch with my friend Cambry yesterday. When we got our food, I whipped out my phone and asked her to forgive for being petty and taking a picture of said food. Her response: “No, go ahead. Actually, you should blog it.” So shout out to Cambry for suggesting I blog my Chinese food. You rock.20170127_111543


Thoughts on Thinking

You know what I do a lot of? Thinking. Actually, I probably do too much of it. Why do I think that? See, there I go again with the thinking. I over think. I over think a lot. Like, I’m pretty sure I could be a PhD in over thinking. And in procrastinating. And impatience. Unfortunately, I can’t get a PhD in any of those things *sighs audibly*.

Lately, I’ve been over thinking every aspect of my life. Trying to figure out my future, mostly. What school I’m going to transfer to, if my major is really what I’m meant to do and other things. And then there’s the fact that sometimes I feel utterly useless, like I’m just stuck at a point and there is no growth. I’m really good at over thinking that and letting it drag me down. And of course, the age-old question: why am I single? I’m good at finding a thousand things “wrong” with me. Although, I have gotten to a point where I’m usually able to turn those things into assets.

But I realized today that my over thinking was making me miserable. Something had to change. So I got back on my mat. I used to do yoga a lot and I loved it. But I haven’t been on the mat since August, which is kind of disappointing. Today I took a few minutes to revisit my favorite poses and then meditate. And you know what? It was great. I’m currently staring at a stack of homework, but I’m not stressed about it. Nor have I weighed all the possible outcomes of the math test that I took this morning. Actually, I’m feeling really good about that test.  I’m just in a nice, relaxed mood right now.

Looks like I’ve found a new goal for myself. To get back on the mat. Probably not everyday, but more often than I had been (which was never). To take some time to breathe and find a little peace. To slow my brain down. To stop over thinking.

End of thought.


Thoughts on Talent…

Talent. What is it? A three second Google search tells me that talent is a noun that means natural aptitude or skill. So for anyone who wants a textbook definition, there you go. Everyone has a talent. Maybe it’s writing or playing a sport or dancing. Maybe your talent is being super crazy organized. If that is your talent, please come organize my life, thanks. Maybe your talent is being a good listener. Everyone has a talent. Many people may have the same, general talent. Example: there are many talented dancers. But how they express their talent is what makes it their own. Michael Jackson and Fred Astaire were both very gifted dancers, but one was not a carbon copy of the other. They had their own styles, their own ways of expressing their talent.

Harnessing your talent can be tricky. You may know that you have some sort of ability but have no idea how to put it into action. What you have to understand about talent, is that it’s a gift that has been woven into your soul by whatever higher power you believe in. When you use your talent, you are reflecting your passions, choices, loyalties and dreams. You are reflecting your soul. It’s apart of your identity. To say that you don’t have a talent is to say that you have no identity.

Reflecting your soul…ok, that’s kind of a scary concept. That’s an intimate thing to put on display. What would make a person want to do that? One word: muse. It’s what gives you inspiration to create, to do. Maybe your muse is your soul mate, or your favorite place on earth, or a concept like peace. Whatever inspires you is your muse. Having a muse makes it easier to reflect your soul. For me, my muse changes from project to project. It’s usually a person. When I’m playing with an idea, I notice that certain memories begin to click with it. As the process continues, I can usually pick out a person that is most associated with these ideas. Something about them resonates with my project. Next thing you know, I have my muse. It’s different for everyone, but whatever you are doing, having a muse helps.

Don’t be scared to display your talents. Find your muse. Do the work. Reflect your soul. Create new beauty in the midst of our crazy existence. Be the best, most unique you that you can be.

End of thought.

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Thoughts on Resolutions…

Welcome to 2017! My New Year’s Eve was a blast, just so everyone knows. My friend threw a party and we played Apples to Apples, drank a lot of sparkling grape juice, watched Star Trek (the original series), and watched the ball drop. And then we watched half of a SNL re-run.

Now, a lot of people make New Year’s resolutions. And I’m usually one of them. Usually my resolution is “lose weight.” That’s a resolution that I probably share with countless other people. And that’s not necessarily a bad resolution. But a bunch of people, myself included, don’t stick with it.

My resolution for 2017 had been to not make a resolution. If that makes sense. And then my favorite blogger, Adam Rose, released a video. Yes, I know I talked about him in my last post. But he’s really great and super inspirational. You should all go check him out. Adam Rose. He was on Supernatural and many other things. He’s cool. Moving on!

Basically, he mentioned that this year he’s not going to be working out in order to get a six pack, he’s working out to feel good and to work towards a healthy lifestyle. And I decided to follow his advice.

This year, I’m going to workout and eat better. It’s not so I can lose weight. It’s so I can feel good in my own skin. I’m a stress eater and I want to replace that. Whenever I’m feeling stressed, I want to do something other than eat. I want blog or draw or drink tea. Maybe drink tea. That sounds good. I also want to start journaling. I guess it’s just a more private form of blogging. We’ll see how that goes. I just want to be a better me.

Anyway, I guess what I’m saying is that your resolutions should be things that will benefit you in the long run. Take more risks. Incorporate exercise into your daily routine. But above all, be the best you you can be. Happy 2017.

End of thought.