Just the thoughts and rants of a normal 26-year old writer, sports geek, & dog lover. Trying to make a living doing what I love!
Friday, October 14, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Revelations
I have been having some revelations as of late. I may owe this to Dave, after telling me one too many times that I do have a choice in my life.
I don't want to have a bad attitude anymore. I want happiness, hope, love, excitement, adventure... freedom. Freedom may seem deep, but this depression, this wave of not feeling good enough, it has a hold on me. I am making people around me sad, and I am staying sad.
I don't want to live this life wishing. I don't want to live this life to make someone else's easier. My life is mine for living. I see some changes on the horizon....
I don't want to have a bad attitude anymore. I want happiness, hope, love, excitement, adventure... freedom. Freedom may seem deep, but this depression, this wave of not feeling good enough, it has a hold on me. I am making people around me sad, and I am staying sad.
I don't want to live this life wishing. I don't want to live this life to make someone else's easier. My life is mine for living. I see some changes on the horizon....
Sunday, August 21, 2011
You know, I’ve got this theory; there are two kinds of people in the world. There are lyric people and music people. You know, the lyrics people tend to be analytical. You know, all about the meaning of the song. They’re the ones you see with the CD insert out like five minutes after buying it, pouring over the lyrics, interpreting the hell out of everything. Then there’s the music people…who could care less for the lyrics as long as it’s got, like, a good beat and you could dance to it. I don’t know, sometimes it might be easier to be a music girl and not a lyric girl. But since I’m not, let me just say this: sometimes things find you when you need them to find you. I believe that. And for me, it’s usually song lyrics.
-One Tree Hill
-One Tree Hill
Monday, July 11, 2011
Sweet, sweet, victory!
“I didn’t want it to end the wrong way again,” Solo said. “I have waited a long time for this to come around again and I always kept the belief that it would end better this time.
“Some things happened on the field that we didn’t agree with but somehow it all worked out in the end and that shows how we never give up.”
“It has been a long road for me and I had some tough times to get here,” Solo said recently. “In life you get presented with opportunities and second chances and you have to take them.”
Wise words...
Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense.
-Emerson
-Emerson
Pretty emotional these days...
It's a strange feeling when you grow old enough to look back at high school and college as a fond memory. It's like you are finally old enough to recognize memories and recall how a certain point in your life felt. I have always been the type of person who dwells on certain events and I hang on every word people say. My boyfriend may say I think too much, but I think it takes a good writer to be able to recognize the little details in life. I don't remember grand events, I remember the little things... and I think the little things make me even more emotional than the average bear.
This past week my older sister announced her engagement to her soon-to-be husband, Shane. Although she told me weeks ago, I don't think the reality hit me until my parents found out and I looked at my dad, and he was glowing. He then took a deep breath and said, "Wow, one of you is getting married and the other one is moving across the country. OK" as if he needed to think about it all out loud, as if it was a little too much.
When I write, especially entries like this one, I throw my iTunes on and shuffle through the songs until I find one that will make me cry my eyes out. Today, thinking about how time has flown, how my older sister is getting, about how I will live 3,000 miles from my family, and about how my little sister is a senior in college, I can't stop crying. I even turned on "Backstreet's Back" and it reminded me of playing in my cousin's basement as young kids and another loud sniffle came out.
Change has always been my biggest enemy. It seems to creep up on me and instead of letting me process everything going on around me, it hits me like a big truck. It makes me feel torn between the world of was and the world of what is to be. It's impossible to live at home and have Mom cook me wonderful vegetarian meals, and, at the same time, move to New Mexico and live a life I never dreamed I would. I think Blink 182 said it best... I guess this is growing up!
Congrats Emily and Shane! I love you both!
This past week my older sister announced her engagement to her soon-to-be husband, Shane. Although she told me weeks ago, I don't think the reality hit me until my parents found out and I looked at my dad, and he was glowing. He then took a deep breath and said, "Wow, one of you is getting married and the other one is moving across the country. OK" as if he needed to think about it all out loud, as if it was a little too much.
When I write, especially entries like this one, I throw my iTunes on and shuffle through the songs until I find one that will make me cry my eyes out. Today, thinking about how time has flown, how my older sister is getting, about how I will live 3,000 miles from my family, and about how my little sister is a senior in college, I can't stop crying. I even turned on "Backstreet's Back" and it reminded me of playing in my cousin's basement as young kids and another loud sniffle came out.
Change has always been my biggest enemy. It seems to creep up on me and instead of letting me process everything going on around me, it hits me like a big truck. It makes me feel torn between the world of was and the world of what is to be. It's impossible to live at home and have Mom cook me wonderful vegetarian meals, and, at the same time, move to New Mexico and live a life I never dreamed I would. I think Blink 182 said it best... I guess this is growing up!
Congrats Emily and Shane! I love you both!
Sunday, March 27, 2011
This one's for Dave...
As I sit watching UFC fights with David this evening...
"It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."
-Theodore Roosevelt
I hope all of your dreams come true, Babe.
"It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."
-Theodore Roosevelt
I hope all of your dreams come true, Babe.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Throw Back Music Day
I love looking up songs that remind me of my childhood... here we gooooo:
OMC - How Bizarre
(Emily and Sarah)
Natalie Merchant - Kind and Generous
(Rath parties)
Del Amitir - Roll To Me
Billy Joel - Piano Man
OMC - How Bizarre
(Emily and Sarah)
Natalie Merchant - Kind and Generous
(Rath parties)
Del Amitir - Roll To Me
Billy Joel - Piano Man
Lazy Saturday... for realz?
I NEVER get one of these days. Dave is at the gym all afternoon and I have nothing to do or worry about until work tonight at 5pm.
Is it bad that I honestly don't know what to do with myself? Is it okay that I'm dreading staying at home in bed for 4 hours and do nothing? What have I become? Is this adulthood?
As I lay here and think about my options I get overwhelmed. There are many things I should do, but only one thing I want to do. Write... and eventually sleep.
Saturday's are the best because there is dreading the tomorrow because we have to work, and it's better than Friday because we don't have to work all day. Although, these days, Saturday's are just another day because work never stops for this girl.
Thinking ahead and thinking back, Saturdays have always been that day of the week where you can sit back and reflect on the week that has just passed and the one that is about to come. All week you look ahead to Saturday, make plans, and plan on doing things that you should have done all week. But when Saturdays come, lazy is the only word that makes any sense.
Here's to my lazy Saturday... one in 52 weeks.
Is it bad that I honestly don't know what to do with myself? Is it okay that I'm dreading staying at home in bed for 4 hours and do nothing? What have I become? Is this adulthood?
As I lay here and think about my options I get overwhelmed. There are many things I should do, but only one thing I want to do. Write... and eventually sleep.
Saturday's are the best because there is dreading the tomorrow because we have to work, and it's better than Friday because we don't have to work all day. Although, these days, Saturday's are just another day because work never stops for this girl.
Thinking ahead and thinking back, Saturdays have always been that day of the week where you can sit back and reflect on the week that has just passed and the one that is about to come. All week you look ahead to Saturday, make plans, and plan on doing things that you should have done all week. But when Saturdays come, lazy is the only word that makes any sense.
Here's to my lazy Saturday... one in 52 weeks.
Friday, March 25, 2011
"You couldn't have strength without weakness, you couldn't have light without dark, you couldn't have love without loss"
— Jodi Picoult (The Tenth Circle)
— Jodi Picoult (The Tenth Circle)
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Every time I hear this song, I think of us...
Elevator buttons in morning air
Strangers silence makes me want to take the stairs.
If you were here we'd laugh about their vacant stares
but right now my time is theirs.
Seems like theirs always someone who disapproves.
They'll judge it like they know about me and you.
And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do,
the jury's out, my choice is you.
So don't you worry your pretty little mind
people throw rocks at things that shine
and life makes love look hard.
The stakes are high, the water's rough
but this love is ours.
You never know what people have up their sleeves.
Ghosts from your past gonna jump out at me,
lurking in the shadows with their lipgloss smiles,
but I don't care, cause right now you're mine.
Strangers silence makes me want to take the stairs.
If you were here we'd laugh about their vacant stares
but right now my time is theirs.
Seems like theirs always someone who disapproves.
They'll judge it like they know about me and you.
And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do,
the jury's out, my choice is you.
So don't you worry your pretty little mind
people throw rocks at things that shine
and life makes love look hard.
The stakes are high, the water's rough
but this love is ours.
You never know what people have up their sleeves.
Ghosts from your past gonna jump out at me,
lurking in the shadows with their lipgloss smiles,
but I don't care, cause right now you're mine.
So don't you worry your pretty little mind
people throw rocks at things that shine
and life makes love look hard.
The stakes are high, the water's rough
but this love is ours.
And it's not theirs to speculate if it's wrong
and your hands are tough but they are where mine belong.
I'll fight their doubt and give you faith with this song for you:
Cause I love the gap between your teeth
and I love the riddles that you speak
and any snide remarks from my father about your tattoos will be ignored
cause my heart is yours.
So don't you worry your pretty little mind
people throw rocks at things that shine
and life makes love look hard.
And don't you worry your pretty little mind
people throw rocks at things that shine,
but they can't take what ours
they can't take what's ours...
The stakes are high, the water's rough
but this love is ours.
Ours by Taylor Swift
This time of year comes early in Virginia!!
Spring has sprung! Thank you Virginia!
I am sorry for those of you still in New York where the weather will continue to be dismal until... well, it's pretty much always dismal.
Spring time is the best. Not only is it flip-flop weather, but I can enjoy a nice breeze from outside without getting frostbite. The only thing I hate about this time of year, besides the massive amounts of allergies that swells up my tongue, is that I cannot really enjoy it because of work.
I work from home, so I rarely wear anything besides pajamas. I NEVER wear makeup, throw my hair up wet and if I wear a bra, it's a special day.
But this weather, this warmth and sunshine, makes me want to dress up, go somewhere and enjoy every last ray of sunshine until it's bedtime (and bedtime in my adult years seems to get earlier and earlier these days).
Happy spring everyone! Enjoy the pollen and sneezes, and let your dogs frolic outside. More importantly remember summer will be here soon enough (and summer brings changes that I cannot wait for!!).
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