Here is some insight and information on this blog.
I've had this blog since I was in high school. At first I wanted to write about the movies but realized that it isn't a topic I want to write about on a regular basis. I will write on them when I can or feel compelled to, but for now it will be a lot of stuff on life.
This is definitely a practice blog. I hope to get a "real blog" started when I can. This means it will be publicized when I feel more confident in my writing and when I have a more coherent topic and style. I started out being terrified of posting anything, now I am learning to just write more freely on the web without worrying as much about people's thoughts or critiques.
I notice that I enjoy making lists about the things in my life. The things I like, and the things I dislike. It could actually be a great place for others to make such lists. I don't simply make the lists, I elaborate on the specific listing, and analyze the litts themselves before and after they are posted. It's something that has been a lot of fun and I want to do more. I think there will be a day when I'll try to make my blog more widely read and received by friends and strangers on the web. But for now, I'll keep practicing and getting better!
Reasons for practicing:
1) you get better
2) practice makes perfect
3) you can analyze and fix mistakes.
4) others can help you improve.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Moving. And other Stuff I hate.
I noticed that I post blogs when I feel great about myself and when I'm having a good day. I journal when I am not feeling good. So either way, I'm writing!
I was at church on Sunday a couple of weeks ago. Yes I do attend church most of the time. Me and the pastor (Mike Potter) at The Foothills have something in common. We both HATE moving. He stressed that 'hate' was a harsh word and should only be used when you really mean it. (Note: This is not what the sermon was entirely about, he goes deeper than "what not to hate.")
I hate moving because it is so hard to get settled, it is difficult to cope with the change and transition. I love my new room and the new things, but it is hard for me to move on from anything it seems.
Why I hate moving:
What I learned about moving this time was that YOU HAVE TO DO IT! There are deadlines. Rent and Lease is business.
The most important lesson about moving though was that it is about CHANGE. Change is inevitable and it must happen. Because I hate moving, I hate change. In order to fully appreciate life, I must learn to embrace it. Whenever something different happens, yes it is really hard to let go of the past, but it is so healthy and important to move forward.
I was at church on Sunday a couple of weeks ago. Yes I do attend church most of the time. Me and the pastor (Mike Potter) at The Foothills have something in common. We both HATE moving. He stressed that 'hate' was a harsh word and should only be used when you really mean it. (Note: This is not what the sermon was entirely about, he goes deeper than "what not to hate.")
I hate moving because it is so hard to get settled, it is difficult to cope with the change and transition. I love my new room and the new things, but it is hard for me to move on from anything it seems.
Why I hate moving:
- Change. Change is usually great, but that doesn't mean it is easy. Change happens everyday, even if it's just changing your clothes.
- Furniture. Moving furniture is usually hard and other people claim to "love" moving it. I do not, obviously. I could drop a desk on my toe and break it, I might fall and break the furniture itself, I could scratch the floor. There are so many factors when moving furniture. I hate taking these risks. I'd rather not move.
- Boxes. EVERYWHERE! I thought that maybe I might fit my books in one box, the stuff on my desk in one box, and the stuff on my dresser in another. No, by the time I packed up my whole room, I had about 15 boxes sitting in the living room ready to go.
- Stuff you don't think of. As soon as I finished packing everything, I realized that I still have stuff in the bathroom and the kitchen. As soon as I finished with those, I realized there was more.
What I learned about moving this time was that YOU HAVE TO DO IT! There are deadlines. Rent and Lease is business.
The most important lesson about moving though was that it is about CHANGE. Change is inevitable and it must happen. Because I hate moving, I hate change. In order to fully appreciate life, I must learn to embrace it. Whenever something different happens, yes it is really hard to let go of the past, but it is so healthy and important to move forward.
Monday, August 02, 2010
I keep stuff.
I tend to keep everything. I just moved and realize that I have so much useless crap. I keep things for the sake of holding on to the value that it has to me personally.
top 5 useless things I found in my room:
1) A red dread-lock in a zip lock bag. That's right. My friend Josh, about two years ago used to have dreads. He cut them. I kept one. I still have it. :0 Which excites me cause now I can..... oh right do nothing with it.
2) A wig. I have a black wig that used to belong to my cousins. I stole it. This is for all of the movies and plays that I will be doing this year. I will make sure and write everything around this black wig.
3) Chocolate. I don't know why I have some random chocolate bars that I never ate. It's like I kept them there and planned on eating them later or something. Who puts off chocolate?
4) Birthday cards. They are honestly so hard to throw away. "But this one has mickey mouse on it." I say to myself. This one is the annual funny card that my uncle Robert sends to me, I have to keep a record of this so that when I grow old I can make a museum of funny uncle Robert-like birthday cards. Every time I go through the birthday cards I open the envelopes to make sure that I didn't miss any cash that my family may have sent me.
5) A Dead Rose. I got the rose when my new grandma Vivian came to hear me sing in DECEMBER. It is JULY now. I kept it because I may have wanted to create an animation about decaying and dying flowers. Thanks Grandma Viv for the rose, I kept it for the movies.
So. For every little object I assign some kind of personal value. Every little thing has some kind of identity and purpose for me. I have a box full of stuff that I simply cannot get rid of because it is full of magazines with pictures I like that could potentially be used for collages. Yes collages. I have another box with nothing but ticket stubs. Someday, (when I'm fifty or sixty) I will make an album, or I will somehow arrange my ticket stubs in some kind of order to where I can take a good look at all the movies, plays and basketball games I attended.
It is hard to let go of these objects. Some things I keep because people give them to me, others I keep because they remind me of someone, or something. It is silly to think that these objects contain the same value as the people that once held them. Because someone somewhere once held this one thing it leaves a mark that is hard to get rid of. The mark, is of course me not being able to let go of something. Once I realize that the value is in the person, place, or thing, I can let go of that object.
top 5 useless things I found in my room:
1) A red dread-lock in a zip lock bag. That's right. My friend Josh, about two years ago used to have dreads. He cut them. I kept one. I still have it. :0 Which excites me cause now I can..... oh right do nothing with it.
2) A wig. I have a black wig that used to belong to my cousins. I stole it. This is for all of the movies and plays that I will be doing this year. I will make sure and write everything around this black wig.
3) Chocolate. I don't know why I have some random chocolate bars that I never ate. It's like I kept them there and planned on eating them later or something. Who puts off chocolate?
4) Birthday cards. They are honestly so hard to throw away. "But this one has mickey mouse on it." I say to myself. This one is the annual funny card that my uncle Robert sends to me, I have to keep a record of this so that when I grow old I can make a museum of funny uncle Robert-like birthday cards. Every time I go through the birthday cards I open the envelopes to make sure that I didn't miss any cash that my family may have sent me.
5) A Dead Rose. I got the rose when my new grandma Vivian came to hear me sing in DECEMBER. It is JULY now. I kept it because I may have wanted to create an animation about decaying and dying flowers. Thanks Grandma Viv for the rose, I kept it for the movies.
So. For every little object I assign some kind of personal value. Every little thing has some kind of identity and purpose for me. I have a box full of stuff that I simply cannot get rid of because it is full of magazines with pictures I like that could potentially be used for collages. Yes collages. I have another box with nothing but ticket stubs. Someday, (when I'm fifty or sixty) I will make an album, or I will somehow arrange my ticket stubs in some kind of order to where I can take a good look at all the movies, plays and basketball games I attended.
It is hard to let go of these objects. Some things I keep because people give them to me, others I keep because they remind me of someone, or something. It is silly to think that these objects contain the same value as the people that once held them. Because someone somewhere once held this one thing it leaves a mark that is hard to get rid of. The mark, is of course me not being able to let go of something. Once I realize that the value is in the person, place, or thing, I can let go of that object.
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