Sunday, October 3, 2021
I belong to the Church of Jesus Christ
Friday, October 1, 2021
Fills with Joy...like a Pumpkin!
Another month has flown by and I, for one am glad to be looking upon this beautiful month of October (at least it was beautiful in Colorado...but I have hope yet for my new location of living that is to the north) (granted, not much hope since north tends to mean colder and more icy but there still is a flicker in me ๐ฅ๐). It certainly feels like fall, my favorite season, so therein, October is indeed my favorite month. Fall, or autumn being my favorite season, October leaves me beyond thrilled for one (or however many you may wish). The crispness added to the smell of used-to-be plain air, the bright color in the trees (change is sometimes a good thing...I know, just wait until November once they are truly dead or just sticks hanging in the sky ๐) (don't make me think about it!), and all of the pumpkin themed or flavored things cooking in my kitchen. Fall fills my cup to the brim with happiness, truly. I do enjoy setting goals and trying new things, and though January is ideal, September and especially October are my jam. For October, my main focus, I find, happens to be food, and I encourage you also to find a beat with your mid-year (though it is closer to the end...) beat with what you set or dream for yourself, whether they happen to be like mine or not, anyway, mine happens to be food...or pumpkins, now that I think about it. ๐
2) Visit the pumpkin patch-I know this one too. I know that I might be a little old for these frivolous pumpkin patch dreams, but I am always trying to be a kid at heart. ❤ Plus, the majority of the reason for this goal happens to be the sad fact that my apartment building doesn't let my husband and I hang up that many Halloween decorations if they do something to the building. So, riding by the seat of my pants, setting up (not hanging, mind you) a pumpkin (or jack-o-lantern, we have a carving kit for the spooky tradition), will be part of our dedication to the holiday. I don't care how grown out of it I am supposed to be, it is still a holiday. Also, on a side note, pumpkin patches are not solely to be used only for picking pumpkins. You may ride a pony...though I may be a bit old for that physically, I still like to see the animal. They are one of my favorites. I haven't had an experience even close to like this one in a while. (And now that I think of it...horses do tend to not like me. I will never forget when sweet old Daisy tried to sit on me in the mountains!) Pumpkin patches also have hay bales that one may walk on. Although, Michael, may you please help me climb up and through that. I don't wish to endanger myself. Gulp. I am slightly afraid of heights, and though I am a big kid, I am one of the smaller ones (I am short ๐). I could take a photo on the little set they have for such at the patch (or right next to it...it has truly been a while). I am a little poser, when it comes down to it, especially when I am with people or in places that make me happy. When we are done, or maybe during the photo montage moment, I could hold a rabbit, since a lot of pumpkin patches have petting zoos. This happens to be a great opportunity to hold and handle small animals. I need to be fearless. Ahh...to be young again. Also, I will need to play in the pit of corn. That sounds weird in my head, but I know that I won't be alone, and that it has been done before. (I know. Bite off the big piece of cake.) Finally, I will need to pick out a pumpkin! Ready when you are, world! (When it is closer to Halloween...๐คข)
Saturday, September 4, 2021
September is the New January
1) Get in habit of meditation/yoga daily (try and renew self with this goal, out of the busy, hectic bustle of life)-I can't believe that I am going to say this, but yoga is therapeutic, and that is a good thing. ๐ฅด Let me illustrate; the primary purpose in life is to somehow assess yourself (yo-ga) and provide a settling practice for yourself that you benefit from. Just in case you are wondering, that is a good definition of yoga. As realization arises of this and the hidden benefits of it, it is healthy for you (as a professional ๐) to inform oneself of the nature of this practice and the clear (and unclear, let's be honest here, shall we?) therapeutic effects of this practice as you, or I have grown as a person, along with changed, it is fair to say. A few years ago, I found it easy to find a minute or two to relax, only bothered by myself, and stretch my body in a way that was somewhat comforting to my mind. Nowadays, though I am very grateful for what I currently have in my life, I wouldn't say that as strongly; work, school, and let alone marriage can keep you very busy. I still remember, yoga is a clever workout to get the body to relax. But let me go deeper thus time, specially with the notion of therapeutic yoga. Here's a quick lesson: therapeutic yoga is the application of yoga postures and practice thereby to the treatment of health conditions and involves practice to reduce structural, physiological, emotional, spiritual pain, suffering, or limitations. In fact, yoga practices are known to enhance muscular strength along with flexibility, promote both the respiratory and cardiovascular function, reduce stress (who doesn't need that these days?), depression, anxiety, chronic pain, improve sleep patterns ๐ด, and overall improve the quality of life! Who is with me?
5) Read with Michael on appointed "book nights"-In case you haven't heard, I love my husband. Seriously, we are so alike, though I enjoy that factor on some notes, he makes me laugh so hard, sometimes at myself (who said that was a bad thing?). While we double over in laughter, I realize that an essential part of me is a vital part of him too. He likes to read! Though, I must admit, the books that we find the other reading differ greatly from our own, I still like it. He is reading a new book in the other room right now as I type these thoughts. These thoughts aren't random either, and he has no idea about them of their attachment to him or books at the moment (hi Mike!). Anyway, he is showing me that another person may be interested in different things, or perhaps books ("gulp") but that one teensy difference doesn't necessarily make them a bad person or representative perhaps. Everyone has their special qualities, that doesn't make them weird, it makes them unique rather (there is no such thing as a synonym). For one, when Eistein became famous, he disliked the recognition he received, even if it was positive.Before Thomas Edison died, his breath was caught in a box and given to Henry Ford (maybe it is just me, but that sounds Alice in Wonderlandesque). I try to remember though, that doesn't make them weird, that makes them them. Who knows how different the reading taste is of the pair in the picture? The Boy certainly looks like he is enjoying it more, or maybe it is just in youthful nature.
Saturday, August 7, 2021
Don't Make It Bitter
My, I don't know where my head is today. Actually, scratch that. I will give you, reader, a review of my day thus far. First off, I had a nightmare last night that woke me up a little before my alarm this morning with a start. People were yelling at me like it was my fault like it was all my fault (I don't know exactly what "it" is or was, but sometimes the mysteries of a dream make them all the more terrifying). They were acting vengefully on me and the people that I loved, and they were going to attack, and that was right when I woke up with a start. I was only too glad to find that Michael was still lying beside me (caught in a sweet dream, for all I knew) and it was all only a dream. Phew! My alarm went off a few minutes later, and have found that that the previous circumstances were only a nightmare robbing me of good sleep, I hit the snooze button, shut my eyes again, and tried to fall asleep. When those few lethargic minutes passed, and I found myself saying my morning prayers (I am trying to get back into that habit) in the monotony of morning. After doing so, I don't know what happened, but it was as if I was stuck with a cattle prod. When I want to be fast I am. I was in the parking lot at work all too soon, when I realized that I wasn't even working the morning shift. I assume that I should have been more firm with Brandon about making sure my work schedule gets sent to the new email that I regularly check (emails are to be the death of me!) (actually, even though it has many good uses, I guess I just don't understand it yet in full, do technology is to be the reason that I die in the end). I know that everything falls on me and is my responsibility in the end...sorrowfully (JK!), so hopefully these monthly goals will help. Gulp.
Friday, July 2, 2021
It all starts with sparklers...
I have now been married for about a month, and let me tell you...it has certainly been full of surprises for certain. (I just didn't know that I liked surprises so much. ๐) Mike and I definitely share a few tokens to remember the vitality of the rest of our forever together. We are both willing to fight for each other, should the day come that either of us has to (though if I am being honest, I hope it doesn't...I don't wish to become a bother, but you never can know how deep the thunder may roar). We are so grateful that we were married and had our vows exchanged in the temple, in the eyes of God. We both know that with Him, our marriage will last forever and have success. Everyone is in constant need of His mercy. As we grow closer to the Lord together, we find ourselves able to see our strengths and our weaknesses more clearly. A little good, a little bad, but all in all, beautiful (or handsome ๐). Mike helps me see my life in clarity, I believe, which helps me make these goals a bit better. I hope you enjoy it. (Not to sound like a broken record but, life is good.)
1) Read "The Underground Railroad" by Colson Whitehead. I made this goal, hoping to be simplistic. I know that the 4th of July is a few mere days away and where the country is today...I thought or rather hoped that it would never be in my lifetime (or anyone's lifetime, considering). I am sad to say many Americans are not looking forward to the celebration of our country's independence in the least. Now that I think it, how independent, or free, if you rather, can anyone consider themselves? Seriously, I am not saying that this nation hasn't seen it worse before, honoring and respecting people that fought in this nation's many battles to see freedom, but I do have my own battles, everyone does, and I am considerate of them all (before I get off on another tangent...). That is why my book club and I are reading the book by Colson Whitehead, "The Underground Railroad" this month, so we can celebrate the freedom of all, as we celebrate America's freedom this month. It verses the story of Cora, a slave on a Georgia plantation, who doesn't fit in and is mocked and ridiculed by all, even by the other slaves. When Caesar, from Virginia, tells her about the Underground Railroad, they decide to risk it all and attempt an escape. In order to do so, Cora must do outlandish things that she never thought she would do on any other day during any other time. This story reminds me somewhat of "Gulliver's Travels" with Cora encountering new things at each stage in her journey. It creates an odyssey with time, as well as space. It is interesting what one will do when freedom is on the line.
2) Track daily food intake for one month. I promise this one will have a point, but how often do even you think about what you eat each day? Not lollygagging like either, seriously think about it. Why did you do it? Did you just order the first thing on the menu that you saw? (Yup, that's me. ✋) It is only too easy to mindlessly eat every meal (and difficult to admit that we are doing so) (at least it is for me). Everyone has so much going on in their own lives that understanding the prospect of food, or which food we should eat at a given moment seems like just one more thing to add to our to-do list (that is already miles long). "Food is fuel." I know, I know. Everyone knows. We all prefer eating whatever we can get our hands-on. This is where I say (or rather, yell), "No more!" We are not all starving dogs (eating anything we can) so we should stop acting like it! Now, this goal was hard for me to make, because though I am a regularly healthy person that you wouldn't assume needs to go on a diet, I still have those bad habits. I like having at least one pizza night at my house a week, I've got a good nose and an ever-expanding stomach for good food (what can I say? Michael is allergic to dairy, so it is only right that I help him out there by eating what he can't.), and whenever I go to Wendy's, I have to order a frosty with my meal (also, a salad order at a fast-food restaurant is ridiculous) (I did do it once, but at the end, I was just more hungry for a cheeseburger). Everyone has lessons and habits that they could and should learn that can be applied to food intake, so I am starting here.
3) Declutter every room in our home. Nobody's perfect, and I certainly am not here. Getting married and someone moving in with you is a great idea, though it does have its surprises, like all of the new habits that you must get used to. Mike is a clean person, I am not selling him short; it is just that we are both very busy people and we like to think on our feet. Yeah, that's believable. The walls are closing in. --that is why I make this goal. ๐ Cleaning or decluttering has its benefits too, let me direct that. Regular cleaning will delete the likelihood for sickness, overall. (On that note, Mike is studying to become a doctor.) A clean home presents more of an opportunity to be hospitable, in that a general pick-up makes your home look all the better. Also, you may break into a sweat while cleaning...and singing a song (you have your habits, I have mine) (music helps me in everything) (strictly speaking, dancing makes you sweat too) and therefore, you won't need any of those expensive gym memberships. If cleaning tasks are spread throughout the week, you feel less guilty about downtime. Keeping a clean home makes one happy. (Read that again, because it is true.) And even though it is the little things that control over them is in fact, comforting. (Did you read it again?)
4) Eat a salad every day for one month. Here I go again...I'm serious if any of you doubters happen to be reading this.An eating plan that helps manage your, or strictly speaking my weight includes a variety of healthy foods. Add an assortment of colors to your plate and think of it as eating a rainbow. ๐ Dark, leafy greens of the lettuce and/or spinach, oranges, and tomatoes--even fresh herbs are loaded with vitamins, minerals, and fiber. Also, adding frozen peppers, broccoli, or onions to stews and omelets gives them a quick, convenient burst of color and nutrients. Another tidbit, if I must, and I must, did you know that you can make oatmeal in a cute little teapot? ๐ต I'm not trying to convince myself of anything...maybe. If anything, it is to buy more lettuce (and a cute, little teapot, because I can't say no to anything that is cute or little) (I pity myself on the day that Mike and I have children, I would be way too loose with rules right now because of how cute and little our children with their pleading puppy-dog eyes are bound to be ๐). Heaven, help me!
Thursday, June 3, 2021
What's a girl in love to do?
I did not necessarily do the best, the most top-notch job at my goals last month, but I am still in the process of giving myself a break. Bad excuse?? I don't think so. I am still trying to fit in the groove of living in a new place, trying to fit in reasonable amounts of time daily to get my classes and schoolwork done (talk about goals that I should have... never mind), and oh, I am getting married later today. ๐ If that one doesn't take the cake, I don't know what will. (In addition to marrying the man of my dreams, I am in high anticipation of finally getting to eat that delicious cake that my sister-in-law, Emily Gardner baked for my special day, plus I just haven't eaten a cake in a while in my pre-wedding diet, though that is just a slight sharp in a chorus of flats.) Anyway, if you reach for the sky and you miss, at least you are among the stars. ⭐
1) Start attending the self-reliance classes my neighbors, Conor and Mati are offering with Mike.
4) Set alarm for sunrise everyday. Okay, cards on the table. I have almost always considered myself an early bird. No matter what time I went to sleep the night before, I got up at a decently early time the next day. Let me detail. It has always been like this. When I was really young, I strangely looked forward to getting up real early to help my parents through newspapers on a paper route around town (who cared that I had school later that day? I would be just as awake for my school hours during the Math test that I knew I would receive a B- on), what can I say? I had a strange, young, innocent mind. I miss those days, startlingly, when I compare them to some that I encounter now (excluding today, I have been antsy about marriage my whole entire life). Here is what I am talking about: I have a job that I have to get to if I want enough money to help put food on the table (I still don't trust that mac-n-cheese that Mike recently put in the cabinet), I have classes that I have to pass (and have enough time to pass, strictly speaking), and I have to set apart workout time (who cares if it is midnight or past midnight?) to sustain a healthy functioning body. I guess that is why I set this goal, in itself. I believe in starting every one of my days in a relaxed tone, even if the rest of my day that I am looking forward to isn't relaxing at all. That is why I set the time for sunrise (one of the best times for relaxing yoga ์). Namaste.
Saturday, May 1, 2021
I'm still a beginner...
Now, you probably didn't decide to read this blog post to receive at least some of my philosophical views, but you are going to get them. (As long as we are on that groove, why did you read this? I would love to hear it in the comments! ❤) Actually, let's be honest with one another, shall we? I'm really tired, didn't fall asleep until late last night, and just lost $2 to get my laundry done. I know it isn't that much but I don't like spending money and back in the days before I paid to get a load done, I considered doing my laundry relaxing and would sometimes do it more than once a week because it always helped me to reach my zen. That isn't the story anymore. I am grateful that I still have a place where I can wash and dry my clothes, don't get me wrong, I just find the humid, noisy, groggy, sad place a little less relaxing. Maybe I'm just a beginner...yes, that's it. I know life is hard, but I try to make it the best that I can (I already vacuumed this morning if that counts ๐). In other words, here is my monthly post on my goals, may the odds be ever in my favor because of it.
1) Do a no-spend challenge.
Wowza. I do live a busy life, nevertheless, it is a good one. At least I am not sitting around waiting until I die, and thornbushes still have roses. Everything bad has something good. I don't have as much money as I would like for my surety, but at least I still have some (and a roof over my head and food on my table). I don't have as many books as I like (I never will, I know this), but at least I have a library card and a kindle. I don't have it all, but at least I have dreams. I am going to get married to the man of my dreams in June (next month!) (34 days exactly, but who's counting? ๐)and I want to be as prepared for that joy as possible. I'm alright to cross the street as long as you hold my hand. Dreams sustain me, in other words. Dreams coming true, I greatly anticipate. As far as a dream vacation goes, Michael is taking me to a place in Florida on our honeymoon to a hotel placed close to the bay. (Apparently, according to him, everywhere in Florida is close to the ocean. I'm still a beginner...) He was born and raised in a town in Florida, so I'm somewhat glad to be a beginner in this aspect of my life. ๐๐ It is okay to dream what you are able, but it is also okay if you are shown what you dreamed, that you didn't even know that you dreamt about. With me? Then, you can make prospective goals.
Life IS a Poem!
It is time for it to be said. Life could very well be a poem. Sometimes it is somewhat musical, like William Shakespeare's works. Someti...
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It is time for it to be said. Life could very well be a poem. Sometimes it is somewhat musical, like William Shakespeare's works. Someti...
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My, I don't know where my head is today. Actually, scratch that. I will give you, reader, a review of my day thus far. First off, I had...