"My life without______would be hopeless and sad and out of control"
Insert God every time and you've figured out life.
Tell me how to do this.
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Take the sentence:
"My life without______would be hopeless and sad and out of control" Insert God every time and you've figured out life. Tell me how to do this.
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So I'm about to go deep on you, like...
Deep Choprah's voice when he is discussing deep things. Anywho, I was driving today to work and I looked to my left and saw this guy (with a real cd player!) dancing his way down the side walk. The first thing I thought was "Wow good for him!" Like, I think that takes serious courage to just put on your blinders and be yourself. But then I thought what if we all had the courage to do that? How exciting would the world be if we all had the courage to just dance, to just be ourselves? I think we'd have a grand time. I think it would be beautiful. Imagine for a moment how you feel when you have the opportunity to be the truest and best version of yourself surrounded by the people who allow you to be said version. Now, take that feeling and transfer it into a recent frustrating event. How would you have handled that situation differently or been more successful if you just allowed yourself to be, well, you? For me, all the events that would change into better experiences would add up to years of my life. I wish that in the past I would have spent more time living like that guy with the cd player today. But, being able to express yourself more truthfully and wholly takes time and a lot of failure: In the past few years, for me, its forced me to learn how to (well, try to): -not live with guilt -love my mistakes -remember that I'm me, no one on Earth can be me or do the things I do or fill the space of air I do just the way I do it. -invest my time in things my future self will thank me for later -choose to be grateful and see the glass half full, always I've failed over and over and over again at the above, but I'm human and fallible and growing up and that's beautiful because all of us are always all of those things. But anywho... Naturally growing up forces you to realize the endless possibilities during our short lives and that no one can do everything. As a point of survival we all have to find our niche and gravitate to one or a few of them, but not attempt to do and be everything. In my shortshortshort 18 years I've learned that I love the following things about me: I make people laugh and I really like that. I really like my hair I think I'm rather imaginative I'm always ten trillion years behind big news (or really any news at all) but I don't care My eyes up close look like there's a sunflower inside each one because of the yellow flecks around my irises. I think that's wicked. The list could go on and then I'd feel superficial and we'd be even farther away from the point, which is this: be like that dude dancing down the road with his out of date cd player and love yourself enough to not care if everyone else does. So here's a really over-due challenge: FOR ONCE ACTUALLY COMMENT BELOW with four things you've learned to love about yourself. They can be really stupid (and if it makes you feel any better commenting can be done anonymously). The cd dude and I would really love if you showed love for yourself and then spread that love around. I'm convinced cd, dancin' dudes is more of what this world needs...so why not start here? al finito...
Things I did that didn't make the list:
Led ma famille in group yoga in the living room. Adam and Robbie couldn't do it all, ha! It is hard! Journaled 'cause Imma dweeb and write everything down. Ate my weight in Animal Crackers (which fyi I'm terrible at identifying...I asked Adam and Robbie if one was a Water Buffalo...yea) Now I'm going to go for a run and splash through the puddles in MY YELLOW PONCHO. I'm excited. Ciao! P.S. Shout to meh two bros and soon to be seester-in-law in London this weekend! Have a great time ya hooligans, I'm like jelly on toast because I can't be there! Advice from a girl with no experience.
1. Tell ghost stories by candle light 2. Play hide and go seek in your dark house 3. Play board games 4. Have real conversations with your family 5. Bake treats before you lose power 6. Sleep in 7. Look through old pictures, perhaps with a flashlight, (ya know like the ones you used to print out and can touch) and reminisce/tell more stories 8. Read an actual book 9. I suppose you could clean but that's no fun 10. If you're super adventurous go outside in rain jackets and boots and play a game of tag in the rain...this is only a good idea before the lightening and thunder however. 11 aka THE MOST IMPORTANT. For the love of Pete stop complaining. There isn't a darn thing you can do to stop the inevitable from happening so have a good time during unfortunate events-that's really the only thing you can do. 12. Treat time off as a blessing Ciao amici! Stay dry! The thoughts in my head:
"-You should write a blog post about not washing your hair for a month... -Nah, gotta think it through first. The timing is off... -What about a post on the hurricane? That's relevant... -Where's the chocolate? -Hello McFly, that post... -I'd prefer sleep...and to eat candy corn...and pizza...only triangle foods tonight. -You're an idiot..." Then I look at blogs or social networking for a spell, realize the only thing we have to eat is granola, veggies and fruit, refresh my inbox, pet the dogs, day dream about Warren Wilson College, and take a nap. My life is interesting and my thoughts are deep. When my friends want to talk about sex.
How I think people decide to fall in love. Obviously I'm very confused. Also, every day it astounds me that people read my blog, so thanks for that ya hooligans. Much love sent your way! I took down the "Recipes" page because it was turd-tastic and rewrote the "About" page because it wasn't very relevant. Now it is, but it's still turdtastic.
Czech it out, if you wish. You know where to find it. Ciao amici! See ya on da flipside :) The things I've learned over the past four years of cooking for myself. Numero uno: The moment someone says "Calm down, I know what I'm doing" go get the fire extinguisher. Please. 2: Good meals are happy accidents 3: DON'T CROWD THE FREAKING POTATOES. 4: Dear Stephen, when I told you profusely over the summer "If it's gross tell me and don't eat it. It won't hurt my feelings at all" I wasn't trying to play some weird female mind games. I really just wanted to order pizza. 5: When acting as a recipient to a meal I never tell the cook if the food is bad. 6: FACT: Lentils are the most deceiving legume. 7: Thanksgiving, Christmas, Birthdays V: 8: School lunches are survival of the fittest and I never made it to the "cool" table...I think because I daily brought hummus and carrot sticks to school.
9: In regards to Indian food, if it looks disgusting it's probzzz totes delish. 10: I absolutely hate cooking for other people because I don't follow recipes. 10b: Baked goods are temperamental-follow the recipe. Everything else though can be fudged, just add more oil. 11: I'm the only person in the world who hates Chinese food. 12: I have a legitimate but real fear of buffets. Numero 13 aka the most important: When I get to college one of the things I'm looking forward to the most is just showing up and being fed. Unless I get placed on the dining crew (at which point I will cry my eyes out) the first semester of showing up to Gladfelter with an empty plate and having an abundance of food there to fill it will be magical. Like Hogwarts with southern accents. What has cooking for yourself taught you over the years? Oh and this is like 14 I guess: Lately I've been having trouble with this blog. I can't seem to get out a post I'm happy with and I don't really want to keep posting dumb pictures to fill the gaps. This morning when I was trying to write a post about Vegan MOFO it just wasn't working for me (again) so I saved the draft and got off the computer really confused about, I guess what you could call, writers block.
An hour or so later as I was doing a few sun salutations and it hit me. I don't have any direction. When I created this blog I had intended to use it to chronicle my travels around Europe while living in Italy. But things happened and that's no longer possible. I realized I'm no good about talking about my normal everyday life because, well, it's so normal. I like to go to bed by nine and I always wake up by seven even without an alarm clock. I eat the same things everyday, see the same people (albeit both with mild variation), read, watch the same shows, etc. I simply feel I have nothing to write about for two reasons 1) It's not why I started this blog and 2) I don't think it's why anyone wants to read it. I mean, reading about someone living in a foreign country holds a certain amount of appeal as well as providing ample writing material. But, the thing is I'm no longer in a foreign country and no one seems to be really interested which is totally understandable. Thus, I've decided to move the blog in a new direction for no one's benefit but my own. It may take me a while to settle on one in particular (or I may never get there and that's okay with me), but generally I'm going to give a shot about talking about my own wanderings. The topics or events or books or shows or whatever that make me smile or cry or laugh or challenge me and write about them here. We all encounter these things everyday, right? Like today for instance yoga struck my fancy and I took about 10 minutes practicing breathing through poses (which generally is something I rush but at it's core is integral to yoga) so I could write a post about that. There's so many parts of me that I've been leaving out of posts simply because I don't think anybody wants to here about it, but this is my blog and I've grown rather fond of it so pardon me while I make it what I wish. Or don't pardon me because I'll find my way around you anyways. If you choose to stick around, great! If not, ciao! Meanwhile I'll be here writing about things that I'm wandering through: God, learning Italian, figuring out road rage and avoiding its many facets, trying to catch up on all the novels I skipped during two AP English classes, Dancing with the Stars, combating main stream songs with music that has coherent lyrics, tofu, figuring out love, currently adulthood is my life's "biggest question", mastering my shoulder stand while still being able to breathe, hugging trees to stay sane, Jason Mraz, remembering to smile and laugh and dance all in the same day, listening to French radio, French books, French food, French, earning enough money to buy the perfect 90's purse-back pack, writing, and so much more. My life isn't very interesting, but if the mundane excites you, or confuses you, or moves you this is the place to be. This blog is called A Moveable Feast afterall. The past week and days prior to have been rather adventuresome. October is shaping up to be a tiring month. On Thursday I got to skype with Mattia. On Friday my car was hit at the Post Office. (This was the first time I've been in an accident-I cried for 20 minutes afterwards.) No worries it was just a scratch. On Saturday I carved pumpkins wif Beth and obtained fall-themed drinks at Starbucks. Oh, and my car broke down on the way to her house. Now, I'm just waiting to get a ticket-the perfect trifecta. On Sunday I just worked but had to sit through a 3 hour meeting after my shift and was late picking up my mom from work and had to put gas in my car for the second time in three days. Big grown-up things took place, obviously. On da flipside: My room is a mess and I'm out of clothes to wear-that means today is laundry day. I really do wonder how I run out of clothes so fast either time moves too quickly or I need a maid. I think I need a maid. It took me 30 minutes yesterday afternoon to clean out my inbox. I.kid.you.not. And, I still have stuff to reply to totes cray. I haven't posted a good post here in about...errrr...ever. I'm still working on that. I ate dinner at 10:30 last night. That's just not okay. I prefer to be sleeping by then Adam is spending this week in Disney World. In the next 14 days I'm working for 13 of them. I might reach Zombie Level at the rate I'm going...or just keep neglecting the things I need to do. Anywho, if anyone is still reading, this week look out for two Vegan MOFO posts. I know I fell behind with that (just like The Challenges thing) so this week I'm going to try to do some catching up. But for now, the reason we all get on the internet, funny pictures: This is actually a funny video I guess we can call it movie pictures. "What if the vacuum attacks you again and I'm not there to scare it away" aka I found a new meme. Ciao!
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