I couldn't start this entry without a High School Musical pun relating the blog title and this song so...
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Starting anything is what makes task, projects, obligations, an even life seem difficult. I have recently come to this realization, as I try to accomplish homework, or read my devos or other task. Its the getting up and making yourself do something that is hard. Haven't you ever noticed that starting essays or starting a book is typically the thing you tend to dread, but, once you pick up a pen, start typing, or finally open that book, you start to get into the grove that you can not stop. I believe that starting is the hardest, and that the task itself isn't the problem.
I have a family member who suffers from depression. Sometimes I go over and sit and lay and talk to her. She tells me sad things, like how she cant get up and how simple ordinary life task are so hard to do. I understand, its difficult, especially when you just are really going through something. I listen to her, and tell her that you'll one day be able to get up and do what you enjoy, I tell her to take small steps and not to be afraid of what is ahead. I also tell her its the start of something that keeps you down, I tell her to give herself a chance. I honestly thought of this blog post because of my aunt.
Once you are capable of realizing that you stand in the way of continuing something and getting in your grove, then things will seem clear, and easier, you'll wonder why you hadn't started sooner!
From The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, Kimmy tells the characters that the first 10 seconds are always the hardest, If you can get past the first 10 seconds then you can get through anything.
So here's a solid reminder as you enter this week.
1. don't dread starting something, the starting is the challenging part
2. if you can endure the first 10 seconds you can accomplish the remaining.
it is not easy to start, but it is easy to continue.
xoxo.
-Em
Manic Monday
Towards the end of January I made one of my resolutions to try and be body positive, today's blog post is inspired by that.
With the rise of technology and well, the increase in peoples constant need to look "pretty" seems to be getting out of hand. I personally believe everyone needs to chill, its okay if your nose is too big or you smear your perfect cat-eyed eyeliner. I for one have a huge nose and have smeared my PERFECT winged eye so many times, so I've been there, I get it. A lot of these "ugly features" have kept me in the mirror worrying and crying about the way I look. I know its difficult to to believe that your insecurities are nice, but believe me you're fine.
Self image and body image are constantly changing. What is deemed as beautiful now probably wont be in the next 10 years. ONE OF MY FAVORITE MOVIE LINES is from the 1968 film Funny Girl, where Fanny Brice (played by the lovely Barbra Streisand) says,"You think beautiful girls are going to stay in style forever? I should say not! Any minute now they're going to be out! Finished! Then it'll be my turn!". I love that because beauty image is constantly changing, so to chase a train that'll never stop and wait for you to board is pointless. Trying to keep up with whatever whomever says is beautiful next will only make you crazy. Stop listening to the "THEYS" of the world, theses "theys" seem to be stirring up conflict in everyone's life.
Do not tell me, "they said I should wear this, or they said I should look like that". I am telling you that you do not have to, I AM NOT A "THEY".
I'm not saying staying body positive is simple because its difficult, there's always going to be an awful voice in the back of your mind telling you nasty cruel things, keeping negative thoughts cycling through your brain. That evil voice is always louder than the subtle voice that's trying to scream all the splendid facts about you. Stop wishing for things you can't have, when you are the best you there will ever be.
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Finally, its okay to "look ugly" or silly, because as my fav gal pal AMY POEHLER says, "there's power in looking silly". Stop holding back because you are afraid of how you may look. Its okay to run down the street and your skirts flies up in the wind a little, its okay to have lipstick smudged on your teeth and only realize after the day is over, and it is okay to make stupid jokes, sing extremely out of pitch and UGLY LAUGH. Wow if you're holding back a good hardy laugh because there's a girl or guy you want to impress and you cant deal with looking ugly then I feel so bad for you. Because honestly there is true beauty when you are comfortable with yourself, there is true beauty in laughter.
To sum everything up. Be content with you and let yourself ugly laugh every day
being "ugly" gives you more leg room to be funny and silly, it takes off so much pressure. So try being ugly for once and feel the breeze between your toes.
Thank you
xoxo
-Em
Happy Sunday.
This is so great. Sometimes I think as people we crave companionship and are discontent with our own company. We all seem to agree that loneliness sucks, but I believe there is a beauty in own loneliness that no one will ever understand. No one understands you better than yourselves, don't try and find someone to understand you when you already get where you're coming from. I think this entry is so great it hits a lot of things we as people can mutually relate to but are too afraid to admit because we desire some sort of companionship rather than our own loneliness.
People tend to deem loneliness as a bad thing. I enjoy being alone, but I am not fond of being lonely.
Do not be desperate to fill a void that is unfill- able
THANK YOU,
xoxo.
-Em
This post may seem a little word-y, I tried condensing my thoughts, any who, I hope you stick all the way through.
Today's post is about the smaller things. This morning I had somewhat of a revelation. I sometimes just sit and think and then one thought leads to another, and somehow, it always ends up in a "woe is me"state of mind. I literally (well, not literally) slapped myself in the face to get myself out of this trans. I just thought of all the terrible things happening. Things like ISIS and innocent people being killed and families who have no palace to live. How awful am I to complain about my life when it could be so much worse?
Now, I understand that things happen, and I am not saying that just because I may have a steady meal and a warm home that I have no right to be sad and cry. I (and we) have the same right to be upset and cry about our situations. What I'm just trying to put across I guess is that when you feel that way, when life really kicks you, to just remember the good things that are happening and be grateful, be so so grateful, because you can be without so much more. Don't let the problems fool you, you are alive and AREN'T fighting a war or disease or total chaos in your life, you have the ability to move and breath on your own. Don't take the small things for granted it's SSSOOO easy to forget we are blessed
Finally, I also believe we sometimes forget of all the tragic events around the world when it doesn't apply to us. It honestly breaks my heart so incredibly much that things happen to others that we cant stop. I try to remind myself when I'm in a bad mood and respond to someone crappy, I ask myself, am I adding to something they are already going through? We are around so many people daily, and aren't even aware of half of the battle they may dealing with.When that small voice in your head tells you things that make you sad or the arguments or events in your life make your life seem dark, when that happens think of the good things that ARE happening to you. You'll be okay I promise, I promise
to sum everything up, its okay to be sad, don't dwell on it though. Appreciate what you have, put others in consideration, you aren't the only one having a bad day.
The grass isn't always greener, as they say. But rather, appreciate that you even have grass at all
if you stuck around all the way to the end, thank you.
xoxo .
-Em
Welcome back once again, today's post is inspired by people who inspire.
I realize that I rant and rave about people who inspire me constantly, but I never quite vocalize the people who inspire me in my everyday life. The next few people below inspire me in ways I can not fully express in words well enough, but can I only give sincere gratitude in hopes that they understand they have inspired me for the better.
Ms Thomas: She is simply amazing. I can not even thank her enough without sounding like some crazy obsessed student. Ms. Thomas inspires me to just be the best me, and to give the world the best that I have to offer as myself. Not only has she been my English teacher but my theatre teacher + adviser as well. She is the sweetest and most dedicated teacher on our campus whether people decide to see it or not and she truly cares, if I could say I loved any teacher it would defiantly be Ms. sweet ol' Thomas. I could say so so much more but cant find the words to truly express how much I care and am thankful for her. Its important to have real people in your life, I hope to keep her in mine for many years to come.
Mr Ochoa: This is probably one of the most hardworking teachers ever, everything Mr. Ochoa does is real quality work. I've learned so much, much more than just typical lessons that are required to be taught, I have learned life lessons as well. I like feeling challenged in all aspects and I get that with old 8A. He inspires me to put my best foot forward (to not be a "shake weight") ALWAYS, and that its never too late to turn yourself around and be somebody, so I thank you!
Andy Garcia: IF you want to meet a truly humble soul, meet Andy. Everything he touches turns into gold. I have recently been able to get closer to Andy this year. It was kind of like meeting a star you've admired and finally meeting or becoming their friend. I have seen him work so very hard over the last two years and now the results are coming in. Someone this humble and sweet AND amazing at everything deserves the world (I would also like to add hes attending UC Berkeley in the fall and I am so so so proud of him!). Ugh I love genuine people and Andy is the most genuine there is.
Mr Wilson: Mr. Wilson, is the greatest! When I first moved and transferred schools I didn't talk to anyone. Mr Wilson was my 6th period Art 2 teacher (and would later become my yearbook adviser for the following two year) and I would only discuss things towards the end of the day in his class. Ever since then, I have been reminded that I can do more than I think. Days when I feel like a failure, I don't know what it is but Mr. Wilson comes in a says cool things and then tells me I'm ready for college and I'll do fine. Reassurance helps and this teacher has given me a lot over the past two years. Mr Wilson inspires me to be totally bizarre, and creative, and to persevere and I truly truly thank him! Also he gets my jokes but i'm not sure if he laughs because he feels sorry for me HA!
I am thankful for sweet genuine people so much.
I could honestly write full essays about each
one of these them.
THANK YOU
xoxo.
-Em
I had a totally different post in mind that I will save for another day because I stumbled upon this quote below. I love great quotes and this one just hit home so I decided to talk about it!
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I really liked this because I FOR ONE, do this thing where I am full of emotion and do not think that I express how much I love the people around me, then I think "I am too emotional" and need to tone it down. But really why? why should I censor nice things and feeling and loving. I am the most emotional person, I begin to tear up when I talk about my favorite book or TV show. I begin to tear up when I think of a song or when I realize I haven't talked to a friend or family member in a while. I constantly find myself going back and forth from feeling too much and feeling too little. I also find myself pretending to not care, but that just hurts more, I still sometimes do it, and it still just hurts more. I sometimes think I invest my emotions in the wrong people or things. But really, I need to stop feeling that way and accept the fact that I LOVE TOO much, I care way too much and if you're having a rough day and you tell me what happened to you during that day I'll probably start crying before you do. Sometimes I meet strangers and new people and tell them that I care a lot about them, but I don't think they believe me because I am just a person, they just met, why would I love or care for them? I never know how to constantly tell someone I love them without seeming bizarre or whatever.
I genuinely love and feel and care.
THANK YOU FOR LISTENING
xoxo .
-Em
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