On Weekends

Weekends are for sleeping in, eating brunch, lazing around, goofing off, catching up, watching movies, meeting people, Netflix binging, sour gummies, yoga pants, taking naps, thrift shopping, going out, staying in, first dates, long drives, ski dates, play dates, game nights, watching the fight, visiting family, visiting friends, random road trips, slot machines, bowling, skating, church, writing poems, reading books, all night studying, overtime, me time, you time, everybody time. Weekends are what you make them. Have a great one. Work for five days. Rinse. Repeat. 


On Days Where You Can’t Seem To Get Anything Done

*shrugs* It happens sometimes. I’m learning to embrace my journey and not be so damn hard on myself. “Perfectionism is the worst kind of self abuse.” I’d rather do a few things extraordinarily than everything under the stress and pressure of perfectionism. Don’t overwhelm yourself. It ain’t worth it. 

In the meantime…relax. You’ll get up. You’ll get stuff done. The rest is what keeps you going. Salut! 

On Being a Nobody

I am what some would call a nobody. In the grand scheme of things, it’s evident no one reads my blogs (all three of them), I only have 60 followers on Twitter (on a good day), and I have yet to be a published author. The difference between me and the next nobody, is that I exist. I exist in a sphere that isn’t measured in followers on social media. I exist in a circle where I am respected by my peers. I exist in a place where my time is of value, my presence felt, and my absence noticed. The problem with the world today is that we need to be popular to feel like somebody. This is so problematic because our happiness, worth, and purpose suddenly become dependent upon a very fickle body of individuals. It also means that we spend time trying to achieve something to make ourselves feel better and that is sometimes selfish. We have to remember that trying to reach that goal can often leave us empty, and even make us mean to others. We have it in our power to change the world and treat each other with respect. Never become somebody who makes another person feel like she is a nobody. Anybody can tell you there’s nothing worse than that. 

On Modernity Ruining the World

I watched a program last night that profiled the life of the people of Vanuatu. What a beautiful place. This particular program refueled my wanderlust and sense of all things someplace else. I’ve always had a sort of attitude that I want to be “anywhere but here,” but as it relates to having the most experiences and seeing the most places, not because I hate where I am. At any rate I was moved by the people and how happy they all are. I was moved by the peace of that place, untouched by deadlines, payroll, meetings and cell phone towers. They have no need for those things. They are human. We are also human. But we’re not happy. I wonder if I had to, could I live there and never think twice about my iPhone ever again? I don’t know if I could permanently, but they do. And for some reason, the rest of the world thinks that the people of Vanuatu would be better off if they could only live their lives the way we do. That is how modernity has ruined the world. And while everyone might praise technology or indoor plumbing, we think we’re the authority on a people who have existed for centuries. It’s not electricity that’s fried our brains, it’s the belief that because we cannot live without running water that no one else can either. I don’t buy that. The people of Vanuatu don’t either. They don’t have to buy anything and in my opinion that’s far more valuable than what you or I can pay for any day of the week.