Giving Up on Missing Out

I have been thinking a lot lately about fear, and how it controls what we do with our lives every day. This is the kind of post I tell myself not to post because it is too vulnerable, and too personal. However this post is about letting go of fear, and that is why I will post it.

My fears are probably similar to a lot of yours. I am afraid that I am not wanted or that I don't fit in. I try to be kind to everyone, and I talk a lot so that people will notice me so that I never feel like I am excluded. However, in doing that I have developed a way of being for myself that is not true to who I am. I am afraid that I am a misfit, I am not a misfit. I am afraid that people don't want me, I am not unwanted. It is my fear that has me acting as if, and because I act as if, I am not living for real.

Everything we do is controlled by our fears.

One of the main things I am afraid of, is people. Like everyone, I am someone who can judge harshly, and judgment stems from fear. I have noticed that most of the time when I am judging someone I create reasons to not like them, and try to justify my judgment. But then I'll take a look at just what it is about them that I am judging, and I don't have anything negative to say about them. I have found that the people I am judging are wonderful, kind, beautiful people, and I am missing out on knowing them. When this happens, I write a letter to the person, and the issue is resolved with a smile and a feeling of relief. But there are some times when I am too afraid to send the letter. Too afraid that they will misunderstand and too afraid that they will blow me off, because I am afraid that if they do that I will become a misfit. 

There is one letter in particular I have written 8 times over and over again, rewording and reworking, trying to make it sound real and kind, but also getting a point across. I am too scared of their possible reaction that I won't send it. So instead I allow myself to be disappointed in myself any time I think about them. I know I need to send this letter, because I won't be able to finally be at peace until I do.

Dorothy Thompson once said, "Only when we are no longer afraid do we begin to live."  I think this perfectly incapsulates what I want to convey in this post. My fear of being a misfit, and my habits of judgment have led me to miss out on having friendships with people I could easily get a long with. In all honesty, I'm tired of missing out. I am so done with basing all my actions on my fears, and I am ready to live through happiness. I'd encourage you to think of what it is you are afraid of, and how different your life would be if you didn't have those fears, then decide what's stopping you from giving up on them.

Wintertime Boogietime

In honor of the Wintertime Boogietime(it's a thing, people) my family and I have been throwing dance parties every night. We go from swing dance, to (an attempt at) Salsa, to WOPing. It's the 21st century, WOPing is officially a thing(though we all pray this fad will end soon.) With the help of Michael Franti, James Brown, Bastille, Pharrel Williams, Zoot Suit Riot, Prince and so many more, I was able to turn my wintertime funk into a funky funk and Get Up Offa That Thing.  NPR recently put out their Cabin Fever playlist on Spotify, and you can bet your bottom dollar that for the past day I have been listening to it nonstop. It's got me dancing like

and moving like Napoleon. 

It is currently 9 degrees outside, and that's just a bit to cold for my comfort. To keep warm, I've been loading myself up with tea and donuts....okay so the donuts don't REALLY make me warm, but at least they're yummy. 

While I was searching to find these marvelous GIFs to articulate how my aftertnoons have been going when I have the house to myself, I also found this. I know I should have been concerned about a broken neck, but my initial reaction was to laugh...and because I am sick I shot snot through my nose....

So my friends, go find your groove and start dancing. Please, if I know more of you are doing it too I won't feel so silly when I go like this....

and this...

and this...

Dance till you drop. It's Wintertime Boogietime.

My Year in Review

At the beginning of the year, I had no clue what was in store for me. I'm looking back at the resolutions I made on January first, and little did I know how much they would change in just a few days.
At the beginning of January, I attended a course called the Landmark Education Forum in Seattle. It was an empowering weekend that left me feeling unstoppable and ready to live my life, not based on choices I had made in the past, but instead based on all of the possibility of the world residing in my hands. There is really no quick way I can sum up what the Landmark Education is all about, but if there is one thing I will remember when I am old, it will be how this forum lead me to be the person I am today.
This inspired me to live an authentic life, and to embrace every moment with joy and positivity, and to bring happiness to all those I meet.
Since I made those resolutions, I started dancing a whole lot more. Just little twists and wiggles that I let out whenever I felt completely in the moment.
In 2013 I also accomplished many of the bucket list items of things to do before growing old. I learned to drive, went to my first prom,  left the country for the first time, I fell in love, made new friends, shaved my cat, turned 16, and found the square that has my grandpa's name written on it in Pike Place Market.
Over the summer, we had a friend living with us. She had also attended the Landmark forum, and it was over that weekend that we really bonded and became friends. My sister and I became even closer this year. I think the fact that she was graduating and would be starting her freshman year in college really sparked us to get closer. We had a close friend group of about 10 or so people, and we spent our summer bowling, dancing, sleeping on the roof, and daring each other to jump in the lake. We always managed to do something fun; it was really never boring.
I went on a lot of walks this year. We have such a beautiful lake, and amazing mountains to hike. I'm very lucky to live where I do, and I try get out in the scenery as often as I can.
The highlight of my year would have to be my trip to Guatemala. I went with about 15 other kids and 5 chaperons. We split into micro groups and each group had their own job. I was in the group who spent time building fuel efficient stoves for those who had previously had to cook over an open fire. Even though there was a language barrier, I tried my hardest to speak spanish, and everyone was patient with me. I found that smiling and waving worked best to create a connection with someone. Everything in Guatemala was so beautiful and full of color. The market places had such extravagant fruit, and the flowers and trees were so different from those in the states. I can't wait to go back.
2013 was also filled with music! I spent a week in Canada with my family, at a music camp where I learned about music theory, and just had an incredible time. Aside from the bees who wouldn't leave our soda alone, and the painfully long car ride(notice the picture of my sister sleeping so soundly), the trip to canada was a blast.
2013 taught me that you don't have to go looking for happiness, but if you just put a smile on your face and surround yourself with those you love, it'll be there. I tried new things, went out of my comfort zone, and it is because of that that this year was so memorable. I hope you all had a fabulous year.
2014 is full of possibilities, and I can't wait to see the way it will unfold.
Happy New Year!

The Garbage Truck Law.

For about three weeks now I have been experiencing extreme stress. It's the kind of stress that causes late night sobbing, bitchy remarks at school, and weight loss. I've been nicknamed Scrooge by a few of my friends because I refused to get into the holiday spirit. I guess it started when I realized that my piano recital was in a few weeks, and I had nothing prepared. I have been playing piano for many many years, and with the exception of the first few years, I have hated it the whole time. 8 years later, I still hate it and avoid practicing the piano as much as I can. Of course, when you avoid doing something that you are supposed to present to 50 people, once that presentation time comes along and you have nothing prepared, stress begins to build up. And oh boy, did it build up on me.
Not only was my piano lesson coming around, but I had a midterm in my precalculus class coming up, a class that I am not understanding very well. I have pulled myself together and managed to land myself a B, but it was not easy. The midterm was on material that I couldn't understand, and I found myself growing bitter toward the class. On top of that, I had to take a unit test for my AP world history class and write an essay in 30 minutes with a surprise prompt, once again, covering material I was not overly familiar with. Then of course there's my online Spanish 3 class that I am supposed to be done with by mid-January, of which I have completed a little over a third of since September.
All of this stress just adds on to the already unstable me, and as a result I'm losing weight. I've never had a problem with weight gain or weight loss, and never felt self conscious about the way I am shaped. But as I keep losing weight I have told myself, "You're too skinny. You're too skinny, gain weight. Eat more." I decided today to stop listening to the voice in my head. I'm never going to starve myself to lose weight, or over endulge to gain. I will eat when I am hungry, and I have to allow my body to react the way it will. I want to apologize to anyone I have called fat or skinny. You are who you are and that is something that I just understood today.
My sister came home in the middle of this mess, and unfortunately I have dumped it all on to her. It's like the Garbage Truck Law, which I have tried so hard to avoid. I just couldn't help it, and all of the stress and frustration that I have toward every sideways glance in school, every sarcastic comment from a teacher, every missed piano practice, and every misunderstanding with my closest friends that had all piled up to make one emotional wreck who was ready to burst at any moment. I have slowly been dumping it all on to my family and friends and I've realized that it's not fair. It took me weeks to choose not be stressed, but I'm doing it now. This is a season for giving, and cheer, and spreading happiness, and with this constant feeling of stress hanging over me like a cloud, I can not be giving, or happiness, or cheer.
However I am ready to be.
Merry Christmas to you all, and Happy New Year. Make it a powerful one.
xoxo

A Bit of Nothingness

It's like a lucid dream.
But one you can't wake up from.
Your nerves start dancing but your mind finally knows complete tranquility. The music that used to fill your ears flows through your veins so you can feel every beat, note, and strum. Moments that used to race by now are stuck on pause in a state of lethargy, only caring about floating with the breeze, reminding you that just like hot and cold, time is relative. And everything is all laid out, just waiting to be painted. 

Drop the Judgment.

I've kind of always thought of myself as a judgmental person. I noticed that I had thoughts flying around in my head, but I never did anything about it. "He is so annoying." "Even Satan would hate her." "The devil himself." "Snobby." "Awkward." "Tone deaf." "She's weird."
It was about a week ago when I slipped and said one of these things out loud. I got out of it easily because the girl who the comment was directed at is the kindest girl, and doesn't listen to negative comments. It was in that moment when I realized exactly how judgmental I was. My apologies were accepted, but her forgiveness didn't really help get rid of the feeling of shock. I don't articulate myself well with face to face conversations, so I just stayed quiet for the rest of class, only speaking when it was really necessary, and even then not making direct eye contact. I felt terrible. It was that day after school that I went home and  I thought up a list of as many of the negative things I had thought that day and was sickened to find how long the list was. I say these things everyday about people I care about, and even people who I've never spoken to.
Why do I do this? That's not the kind of person I want to be. I don't want to be centered around negativity. It was that day after art class that I decided I was done. I was done disrespecting people. I was done judging people around me and classifying them as, "snobbish", or "controlling." By spending so much energy on disliking people, or going out of my way to find something wrong with someone, I was just making myself unhappy.
As I focus on the good things about people, their creativity, talent, kindness, thoughtfulness, joyful attitudes, and their ability to do what makes them happy, I am recognizing more and more joy in myself.
"I don't want to go to go practice because SHE will be there" turned into, "I made a commitment to be part of this, and so did she. We both really enjoy this. Maybe there will be other things we have in common."
"He doesn't look at me in the halls. He not like me." turned into, "If I see him in the halls today, I'll start a conversation with him."
The thoughts in your head and the choices you make will reflect on whether or not you are happy. If you want to have a happy and full life, it's not hard to make decisions that will allow that.
I still catch myself beginning to say something, or think something less than respectful, and when that happens I replace the negative thing with a good thing. My hope is that eventually, I won't have to make a conscious effort to find something nice about someone, and that the negative comments will be hard to come by.
Judging doesn't do anyone any good, and by dropping judgment I've already noticed I have happier voices in my head.
Have a very merry winter time! 

Wintertimes

Last winter the snow fell a little less than normal downtown. The hills got much more than they needed, but downtown we only saw a few huge dumpings, and then just some light snowfalls. It snowed last night, and this morning I was pleased to find the flakes had stuck. The ground is the same pillowy grey as the sky, and there is a feeling of needing a hot cup of coffee and snuggling with a blanket while reading a book. Or in my case, writing a blog post.
Last winter, times were hard. It was the first holiday season my family would spend without a fully tact group. My dad lived in a little condo that had a beautiful view of the town, the lake, and in the distant you could see the huge hills and mountains I have grown up with. For the first time in years, we had TV reception, so we spent most of our time eating chocolate covered raisins, and watching TLC. The condo had poor heating which gave us an excuse to constantly be dressed in sweats and fluffy socks while swaddled in a blanket. In retrospect, that sounds like heaven. But of course, as my siblings and I were living it, it was less than perfect. We were being juggled by our parents and it wasn't pleasant.
At the same time, my mom was struggling with keeping the house. She searched for a house with an affordable rent, and luckily for her, a family friend was moving out of a house, and the landlords needed a new tenant ASAP. Now she lives in the most darling home. Because we moved in a few days before Christmas, my best memories of the house so far are all winter related. This means the winter time will be even more special when are at her house. The cinnamon smell from the kitchen, the cute new cats, the nice lighting, old fashioned wall paper, and the fact that she completely unpacked everything in time for us to have a nice holiday in her house, all added up to a very lovely, homey house.
Despite the fact that every member of my family was extremely depressed last winter, it was one of the  better holiday seasons I've experienced.  Thanksgiving is coming soon, and with it, Christmas music. This music is unique to all other music, because no matter how many years in a row my family has been stuck with the same CDs, it brings a cheery feeling to my homes.
I wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving, and a lovely Christmas season.