I’m a sufferer of what I like to call squirrel brain. Because I’m always on the hunt for food, yes, but also because I can’t sit still and I’m always looking for something new to fixate on. I have more interests than Netflix has TV programming to offer. I’ve tasted the waters of everything from writing fanfiction, to writing novels and blogs, to learning French, to practicing yoga, to self-teaching myself photography, to a still-lingering obsession with the Romanovs, to living in infinite intrigue about the cosmos and life outside of our little planet. Recently, I’ve expanded my curiosity into the art of painting and just as with everything else, I can’t ever just scratch the surface and taste it. I dive so deep I can’t even see the rays of light peeking through the surface anymore. (more…)
If you spend any time on the internet at all you might’ve seen the above meme being passed around a few times but in different forms. The newest trend is to come up with a clever set of pictures that depicts a bright and shiny start, a “before” if you will, to the year and a second battle-scarred “after” one to show how we look at the end of a long tough year.
Now I love memes. I love memes so much I’ve made it my life’s work to spend hours viewing as many as possible preferably when I have other more important things to do. Memes hold the stitches of my sanity together, to be honest. But this one, in particular, bothers me. (more…)
November has rolled around again (or sneaked up on us, is more like it) bringing it with it the beauty of fall and thoughts of Thanksgiving. (It’s also brought, as it does every year, premature Christmas preparations. But I’m one of those people who starts singing Christmas songs in October, so there are no complaints on my part.) (more…)
I ran across this video of Jim Carrey’s commencement speech at Maharishi University of Management and there was so much of it that resonated with me that I felt the need to share it. In it, he speaks basically of following your heart and chasing your dreams. But more importantly, he talks about the dangers of settling for a safe life. One line in particular that really touched me was when he said, “I learned many great lessons from my father, not the least of which is that you could fail at what you don’t want so you might as well take a chance at doing what you love.”
I’ve made nothing but safe choices in my life. Staying in a land that is stagnant to my creativity and growth, staying twelve years at a job that has chipped away slowly at my patience because who else was going to want me? Where else could I possibly go? How else was I supposed to make money? (more…)
Unless you’ve been living on a different planet you must’ve, via some medium or another, heard about the recent hurricane that devastated the Caribbean region and parts of Florida. Fortunately, I can now say that I am a survivor of Hurricane Irma (and if I really want to show off I’ll even throw in a casual mention that I also survived Hurricane Luis twenty-two years ago). (A mention as casual as six-inch leather pumps.) (more…)
It’s no secret to those that know me that I’ve struggled with anxiety my entire adult life. I was barely into my twenties when I simultaneously started having panic attacks, became a hypochondriac and began battling bouts of depression and the consistent, obsessive, repetitive, draining, worrisome thoughts that have plagued me over the last ten years.
I may actually have had anxiety longer than I can actually account for. I do have memories of being very young—five or six years old—and running to my mom, crying, my face and my extremities having run cold, my heart racing inside me because I’d had a moment in which I remembered we were all going to die someday. I didn’t have these episodes often, but they were regular enough for me to remember with distinct clarity that cold feeling of dread bigger and more powerful than my small six-year-old body. (more…)