Sunday, December 14, 2014

Weekend trip

Aloha!

I am extremely tired right now and need to wake up early, but I for some reason am on my blog writing to you.

This weekend I took a trip to the semi-great white North...aka Salt Lake City. I needed to get away, so I packed up two of my best friends (L & C) and hit the road. It was a great trip, but I realized a few things about myself this weekend:

I am WAY too stressed out. Seriously. I need to chill. I didn't realize how wound up I have been until I broke down into tears over seeing some (amazing, but not particularly emotionally inspiring) Christmas lights. The cause? Feeling overwhelmed by hearing that we had an offer on our house. I know I'm a girl, but I rarely cry (in front of people). It's weird...and embarrassing. GET IT TOGETHER KARYN!

I worry too much. About everything. I used to think it was a good quality, but when I am stepping in the way of my friend's choices because I am worried about them... especially when I got my own crap to worry about...there is a problem. Sorry guys. Don't mind your friend having a mental break. Just step over me and continue with your lives. :S

I feel like I am losing my "edge" in my old age. Haha. I know, I know-- am not old at all, but I am losing parts of myself that I really love. For instance--my ability to rap...or my ability to drive like a race car driver on cocaine. What is happening to me??? I used to be so hardcore. I feel like I'm losing my chocolate and becoming vanilla...(PS--not race related at all. ;) )

The nice thing about my friends is that they forgive me for being an a--hole pretty regularly. Some people may or may not think that me being the hugest jerk ever is even possible, but believe me--it is. I try to be nice to people in general, but the people close to me get to see the darker parts of my personality. I often forget how sensitive people are in general. That's what happens when you spend a large portion of your life being apathetic. When you turn off the apathy and move into the world of emotions, you can lose your way and lash out in weird ways.

I'll take a second here, if I may:

I am so sorry for what I said, and how I have treated/have been treating you. I have no excuses. I am trying to figure out how to be me without hurting the people around me--especially the people I actually care about. I hope you can forgive me for being a huge jerk.

Okay. I can move forward now.

So the weekend trip. I had a lot of introspective time...obviously. My mind usually runs on high-octane, but I also had the luxury of driving 4 hours with sleeping passengers. I'm glad we went, but thinking too much can be counter productive for me. So I did what any sane person would do--I got lost in music. :D I love how music can erase everything in my mind and I can just immerse myself in the beat. So good.

Anyway, we got to spend time with my cousin Kapono (and his familia). I love that freaking guy. It has been WAY too long since I have seen him and spent quality time with him. We also saw Ames and her semi-new manfriend. I'm always happy to see and spend time with her. It wasn't long enough, but c'est la vie.

Looking at Kapono's name reminds me that I was going to tell you what pono means. (See previous post). It is loosely relevant to what I am talking about...let's see if I can pull it all together so I can get some sleep. Pono means right...like an innate rightness or righteousness...although it isn't a religious word unless used in that context. It is basically making something right, or correct...like the most correct something can be. It's like if the world was a puzzle, being pono would be solving the puzzle and seeing how all the pieces fit together.

I think that is what I am trying to accomplish with my life. I want my life to be pono. I want to find out where I fit in the world. It is HARD. I never thought it would be this hard. I thought my place in the puzzle was to help the people around me...but I feel like every time I try to help people, it goes awry. Maybe my place is to point directions, but not to actually be there for the journey. Maybe my place is to be the shady drug dealer. Who knows?!

Well, I guess the moral of the story is that we are all works in progress. Sorry that my progress has taken a side trip on a--hole parkway. I'm sure I'll pass onto the next phase soon.

Hope your weekend was as great as mine. I also hope you figure out how to be more pono in your life. :D

I leave you with one of my favorite songs to rap to.

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Holidaze and Hawaiians

Happy holidays.

If you know me really well (or apparently read this blog post), you know that I love Thanksgiving with all my heart and sort of don't like Christmas. I know, I know. It's almost blasphemous to even think that Christmas is anything but my favorite holiday in certain circles. People have actually started yelling in my face when I have stated that Thanksgiving is clearly the better holiday, but I digress.

I have my opinions and you have yours. Luckily we're on my blog, so you don't really have a say in the disagreement--whatever your favorite holiday may be. I will tell you why mine is Thanksgiving...and why it isn't Christmas. I am also going to take some time to vent about the difference between Islanders (as a general stereotype) and Not-Islanders. And then we're gonna get really crazy with traditional gender roles vs gender roles in Hawaiian relationships (as I have understood them to be...I am not an expert).

You might wonder why I'm summarizing what I am going to talk about before I actually talk about it. Well...I guess it's because if you don't care, you won't have to waste your time. That might be superfluous because you are on my blog...so you obviously have some kind of interest in what I have to say. But, whatever. I do what I like! :) Also--please excuse the scattered thoughts and tangents. I have a lot to say, but I am also very easily dis (SQUIRREL) tracted. ;)

Thanksgiving vs Christmas (Karyn Style)

My earliest memories of holidays are sort of a blur. I vaguely remember the smell of roasting meats and veggies, and a candy cane. The next memories are of my parents worrying. I wasn't sure what they were worrying about at the time, but now I know that it was making Christmas special for their four kids. You see, we were poor growing up. Not really dirt poor, but poor enough to struggle when the holidays came around...and pretty much all the rest of the year. Haha. Thus the first point of my dislike of Christmas.

Christmas is the time of year when people are forced to purchase or make gifts for people even when they can't afford it, or do not like the people they are doing it for.
See? Not me!
 I am not a Grinch. I like Christmas for what it is supposed to symbolize, and for the aspect of family coming together and sharing time together. I am also an AMAZING gift giver. It makes me happy to give people gifts...and I'm great at it. However, the commercialization of the holiday is what really makes me mad. EVERYONE EXPECTS A GIFT, and honey...not everyone deserves one. You can't be a jerk to me all year, and then magically start being nice to me and expect me to do anything for you. Gifts are something I give to the people I love. I don't really like receiving them, though I try to do so graciously... oh well. Next point!

Thanksgiving has always been a time of year for my family to stop, take a breath, and actually spend some time together.

Thanksgiving was a time for cooking, football, and food comas. It was also a time of sitting down with my extended family and having great conversations; of playing with and destroying the other families at Turkey Bowls; of learning how to make the Thanksgiving meal from my Mom, Grandma and Great-Grandma; of sharing our meal with those that didn't have enough; of singing songs together and basking in the glow of our family...together. For my family, that is the essence of Thanksgiving: being together. Christmas was always a paler shade of Thanksgiving for me. Don't get me wrong--my parents made Christmas MAGICAL for us. Seriously--I believed in Santa until I was 14. They were so awesome at making Christmas a great time for us. However, Thanksgiving was when I felt that familial intimacy and closeness. We connected at Thanksgiving, and "got together" on Christmas.

Food.

I don't really know if I need to expound on this point, but I am a Hawaiian woman, and I love food. Especially pie. The PIE!


I can't really think of anything else. I got distracted by the pie. :D Holiday time is awesome for me because my family gets together and we are AMAZING when you fill that little of a space with our giant personalities. However, I don't care enough to argue with people. Like whatever holiday you want, and call me when you wake up from your food coma.

Next up:

The difference between Brown and Not-Brown

This is something that keeps coming up...like everyday for the past 3 months. I don't know if it is the Ferguson/Mike Brown happenings or what, but it seems to me like people of color are being called to arms lately. I am what is known as an "ambiguous race" person--meaning no one really knows what nationality or race I am. Well, to clear things up I am Hawaiian, Filipino, Caucasian (consisting of German, British, Irish and Scottish heritage). Or as I sometimes say: I'm mostly brown and half white. Haha! (Just for the record, I am proud to be everything I am, and love and hate on all races, colors, and creeds equally.).

I am pretty "racist" when it comes to it, but it isn't in the way that people are typically racist...where it's laced with anger, hate, and malicious thoughts. I'm racist in the way that most comedians are: in an observant and non-accusatory way. Bad driver that happens to be Asian? I will point that crap out. Hawaiian that is crying for sovereignty but aren't able to hold down a job, or even articulate why they want sovereignty (I will discuss this later...like later later)? I am going to rail you for that too. White people that are ignorant of any other culture or way of life and feel superior to everyone else??? You're gonna be called out. I feel like it's my lot in life to try to spread tolerance and love wherever I go. Why you ask?

Everyone loves Hawaii and Hawaiians (for the most part.).

We'll go over the meaning of "pono" later. (pron. poh-no)
My friends, and more specifically my cousin Leo, are AMAZED at what I can get away with when I call people out on their crap...which I do regularly. What is my secret? I am a sassy, large, Polynesian woman that happens to genuinely care about the people I choose to spend time with. It doesn't seem like a lot, but when people can feel the love you have for them even when what you are saying strikes them to their core...they will listen. I think that is what people mean when they say "Aloha Spirit" or "Live with Aloha". There is an undercurrent of love in everything I say and do. I don't want to hate people, and I don't want to be angry with them. (Honestly, it takes too much effort to hold a grudge or feel spite for people.) I love the people around me. I want nothing but their success and happiness in life, and I will do whatever I can to make sure they see that success and happiness while I am a part of their life.

That is one of the differences between Islanders and Not-Islanders. That undercurrent of love and genuine support for the people around them. The Aloha Spirit is what I call that part of you that strives for world peace, or helps an old lady with her groceries, or hugs your friend when they need it. Although, there are people of all races that fall into the Aloha Spirit "category." I'm not disputing that. It's just that it is stronger in Polynesian communities.

When I moved here, I felt bereft of the Aloha Spirit. I felt like there wasn't anything resembling what I had in Hawaii--which was a community that loved and cared for me. No matter what I did, or where I went in the islands, I felt the Aloha Spirit. A collective feeling of love for and from the people around me.

I eventually found out that, even in the desert, the Aloha Spirit lives. It is here. It is strong. I just had to dig a little deeper.

Which brings me to the final point...which is actually what inspired the second half of this post.

Hawaiian/Islander Gender Roles/Relationships

Watch THIS VIDEO. You know the drill. Go. Watch. I will wait.

Okay. I am assuming that you watched the video. It makes what I am going to say more profound. Seriously. I get chills watching that video man.

This is specific for Hawaiians (meaning people from Hawaii, although many of them are Hawaiian [the race]). Not Samoans, Not Tongans, Not Tahitians, Not Chomorros...and even not really for Maoris even though they are the people featured in the video I shared. This is for Hawaiians because that is where my experience lies.

In a traditional household there is the bread winner (typically the Dad) and there is the homemaker (typically the Mom). The Dad goes out and makes money, and the Mom stays at home with the kids and cleans and cooks. This is a traditional gender role household. (This is currently being redefined by society. For the sake of brevity, I won't go into all that.)

I have three brothers--all of whom are married with children (Love and marriage, love and marriage...Go together like a horse and carriage...[don't mind my metal tangents...]). Two of them are pretty traditional in their gender roles/home life. The other one is a stay-at-home Dad, and LOVES it. I don't really care either way, because as long as they love their respective wives and their kids, I'm good. Anyway... I don't love or hate traditional gender roles, but I also know I would never fit them exactly.

You see, I am a VERY strong willed and independent person. I am not someone who likes to be the "dominant" one in a relationship, but I abhor the "submissive" qualities that plays into my traditional gender role as a woman. In my opinion, marriage and committed relationships should be equal. Like really equal. I have traditional and religious things that I refer to (I like a man that is chivalrous and will be the patriarch of my home), but overall I want a man that LIKES that I am independent and opinionated and funny and sometimes challenging to deal with. That is who I am. I am not demure or timid or meek, and I don't find those qualities (in a man) attractive in any way.

Which sort of brings me to my point. It seems to me that non-local boys (or guys who are not from Hawaii) want a girl that is like that--shy and mild mannered. I never really had issues finding guys that were interested in me in the Islands, because the guys there aren't scared away or intimidated by me. They like that I have my own mind and that I can challenge them if need be.

I'm not saying that I want to fight with my future husband every night. If you know me really well--I have been know to be called a teddy bear or a marshmallow. And I am that person most of the time, but in a relationship, I want to feel...challenged. I want my man to want me to be better than I am. I want him to know he can depend on me to try to motivate him to achieve his potential and be the best person he can be. I want him to encourage me to pursue my talents and I want him to feel free to be who he is and go after his dreams. To fail without feeling like I will judge him. To make mistakes and know that, not only am I imperfect too, but that we are working together to be our best selves.

There are a lot of things that I miss about the islands...but I think I miss that the most. Being myself and knowing someone won't be scared away by it, but love me for it. Hawaiian women are STRONG and LOUD and BEAUTIFUL and LOYAL. We are leaders. We come from warriors. We flourish when we are loved and challenged.

I don't know what the future holds for me. I don't know if I will get married or have kids. I don't know where I will be in my career goals, or where I will be spiritually. I don't know if I will be living in St. George or in London. What I do know is that I will keep "doin' me" and keep looking for a guy that digs it.

One of my favorite movie quotes is from Sleepless in Seattle. "Marriage is hard enough without bringing such low expectations into it, isn't it?" I don't want to settle for less, and you shouldn't either. Whatever your hang-up is...whether it's what you look like, personal issues...whatever. You deserve and will find love one day.

Well, that's all I can dedicate to this blog post for today. Sort of long, but if you're still with me, thanks for reading and let me know what you think. :) I leave you with one of my favorite DJs and his 2014-in-song mix. :)


Monday, November 17, 2014

One day at a time

I'm currently running on empty, but I feel good. I'm tired, but it was such a great weekend, that it was totally worth it.

I have recently had the privilege of "hanging out" with a bunch of new people. It has been exhilarating for me, because--as an extrovert to the core--I thrive on the energy I get from social interactions. (Oh, and it doesn't hurt that they are all really nice, genuinely awesome people!) As I sit here, mulling over the events of this weekend, it was EPIC.

A summary of my shenanigans:

AIR SUPPLY!!!!
Friday night we had a party for one of my best friends. We stayed up til the wee hours talking...which is one of my favorite things. The next morning, I had to wake up early to participate in a 5K and health fair for the Southern Utah Pacific Islander Coalition. It was my first 5K, and I really did love it. After that, we went to lunch with some friends and that evening we went and saw Air Supply at Tuacahn. The concert was AMAZING! I' m still on a little bit of a high from it. It was SO GREAT! We grabbed dinner afterwards and hung our til the wee hours (again). The next morning I got to sleep in a little, but had to get up and help (read: watch) my cousin make pie and then went to church...where we had a Thanksgiving dinner. After that, we tried to hang out with some new friends, but after that was a bust, my besties and I watched The Grinch, which I had never seen. Yes, it is true. I somehow avoided one of the best movies ever made (according to the shocked and slightly offended looks I kept getting from my friends.) It was a great movie, and even better company. :D

Anyway, overall it was a fantastic weekend, and I and looking forward to my pillow tonight. Haha!

I recently started reading the blog of one of my new friends. He is an amazing writer, and that is partially why I am writing today. It's such a great blog, and he is very eloquent with how he feels and what is on his mind. The coolest thing is that I found out that he is writing his blog for his kids. It's almost "How I Met Your Mother: Blog Remix" if you will. I would link it here, but I don't know how he would feel about it...since I am only a recent friend. I guess you'll just have to trust me when I say that it is great. :)

It made me think of what this blog is for. Is it just a place where I occasionally rant? Do I want to expand what this is and how I interact with my readers? I don't know. I wonder what people think when they stumble on this blog for the first time. What are their impressions of me? I would hope that I am entertaining and uplifting...with a unhealthy love for all things nerdy. If my future kids read this, would it help them know me better? Who knows.

I do know that when I write here, I feel better. Lighter. More focused on my ultimate goals for my life. So, my dear readers, rest easy that I will stick around...and hopefully post more often.

I started doing therapy. Mostly because I have yet to find someone that can shake me out of whatever emotional hamster wheel I happen to be running on and help me to move forward. I know that there are negative stigmas to going to therapy, but I am here to tell you IT WORKS. I don't think I am particularly emotionally unstable or a closeted psychopath. I just need someone to help me look at my issues and cope with my problems in a healthier, more positive way. I took a sip of the Kool-aid, and...it's SUPER awesome! ;)

I recently wrote in a journal entry that "No one treats me worse that I do." I am extremely hard on myself...to the point that in the past I have allowed people to treat me badly because it was nicer than how I treated myself. In therapy I have learned that I deserve better. I deserve to be happy. It's funny how a person can go their whole life being told something, but it takes one particular instance...one particular person to help it all fall into place. An emotional slap to the face, you could say. My therapist does that for me...in a good way. Haha!

I think a big part of going to therapy is that I want to be in a healthier state of mind not only for my future self and relationships, but for my kids too. I don't want to pass on any of my baggage to them just because of my pride or the fear of what people think of me.

Something my therapist told me has really been standing out to me in the past few days. She said that I need to stop focusing on the past and the future and live in the NOW. Crap happens to us. Terrible people pass through our lives. It makes me really anxious sometimes to think about what the future holds for me and how what has happened to me in the past will affect me in the future. Yeah, it sucks having a mind that NEVER shuts off sometimes, BUT all we can do is work to make TODAY the best day. Work on moving forward everyday to the goals that we have set for our life.

So that's where I'm at right now. As I look forward, I can see my life slowly coalescing into something that I can be happy with. I still struggle with things...I still fall down...I still feel the void that is loneliness in my life.  In AA they say that you need to take things "one day at a time," and it is completely true. I work at being better than I am one day at a time.

Something for the road...

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

It's a Numbers Game

AAAALLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAA!

So just so you know, this is going to be a really long post. I have a lot on my mind and need to put it all down so I can process and absorb. Haha! :D

Me and my Gma! :D :D :D
Long time no talk! I do have an excuse (if you are at all interested). Mostly I haven't written a lot because of some personal family issues. Things have been STRAIGHT UP CRAZY around here. I won't get too much into it, but one of the reasons is--we are expecting my Grandma to be passing away before the end of the year. Because of this, we had an impromptu family reunion. Like a real one where my brothers from all around the world came and stayed at mi casa. It was crazy-town for about a month (a week each preparing for and then wrapping up after the visit which was 2 weeks long) but I freaking LOVE my family so much! I miss having them around.

A cool thing that happened (other than EVERYTHING) is that I had a REALLY good talk with one of my brothers about unconditional love and my issues with not feeling like I deserve that kind of love. I don't think I have ever experienced unconditional love outside of familial relationships (obviously if I had, I would know...right?). I was listening to him describe it and I was like...huh.

It was interesting to talk to him about it because it is something that is a foreign concept. Not that I have never felt it for someone. I think I have. However, no matter how much I love someone and pour all of my time, talents, resources, and feeling into the relationship, it is rarely reciprocated. I don't want to sound too conceited (haha. Blogs are basically engineered to be self-centered, so...), but I'm the freaking boss at loving people and trying to give them what they need to be happy.

The part I suck at is demanding love in return.

Some people have (and some still do) treat me like garbage, and I rarely call them out on it or demand to be treated with love/respect. I expect that the more I love the people around me the more they love me in return, but that isn't always the case in my life. My brother told me that people don't deserve my time if they can't at least hold up their end of the relationship--no matter who they are or what has happened to them in the past (we were basically talking about friendships at this point since I am still SINGLE as a dollar bill). He reminded me that I deserve someone that loves me in return, and that it is okay to be vulnerable and emotionally available to the people that actually love me now.

We had the coolest talk and he opened my eyes to some things that I should work on. It was super awesome.

Anyway--another thing I have been thinking about is passions and pursuing your dreams.

I came across an article. Here it is. It's not a very long read, so I'll wait while you go read it. :) Go ahead.

Interesting right? I like to think I am a passionate person. I am very lucky that my particular set of skills (movie reference!) and my passions happen to coincide. However, that doesn't mean that every day is a dream and that I find fulfillment and purpose in my current j-o-b. It would be a lie to say that I never feel that way, because if I am being truthful (which I will stop referencing now because even if I'm lying...no one would know/care. Hahahaha!) I love my job. I love what I do. It can be frustrating and stressful and pure chaos at times, but I like it.

However, what about my friends and family that don't know what they want to do to with their lives? I know this is not my end-all-be-all, but if I were to go out and say that I was going after my "dream job" what would that be? I have a lot of different talents and skills, but they don't necessarily intersect in ways that are conducive to traditional career paths. I think a lot of my friends are in the same boat.

Not everyone can fulfill their dreams. If you have a dream to be a singer, but are woefully tone-deaf...it will most likely not happen. I am a realist, and have shot myself down over multiple dreams that I would simply not be able to achieve. It might seem weird, but no one knows my limits more than I do...which is why I will never be a mathematician, computer programmer (I am great at writing code, I suck at reading it. hahaha!), nurse, or astronaut. But in this big wide world of things, those are only 4 of the gazillions of things that are out there.

Hey, look! Numbers!
I may not be great at numbers, but the likelihood of you being amazing at ANYTHING far outweighs you not being good at it. So, yes. It is a numbers game. The more things you try, and the more skills you try to learn, the more likely you are to find out what your dream can be.

I think that applies in so many aspects of my life, including relationships. I may have a group of people that treat me like crap, but the majority of the world doesn't. Most of them don't know who I am, but even in the scope of people that I do know...the majority of them have positive feelings about me.

I think a part of the secret of having a happy life is taking your passion with you and applying it to whatever you happen to be doing at the time. We only have one life to live. Why spend it hating everyday? Even if you don't like your current situation, approaching life with passion and positivity can make all the difference in the world.

If life really is a numbers game, I think we got this one in the bag. All we have to do is jump in and start trying things out.

Friday, April 25, 2014

Learning is FUN!

Professor Minerva McGonagall
©Michael Greenholt All Rights Reserved Unless Otherwise Noted
Harry Potter Characters and Names ©J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers
ALOHA!

My, my--it has been a long time, hasn't it? Well, you can go ahead with the reprimand. Unfortunately for my devoted readers, I have been busy/lazy lately. However, I am here now...and I like to think that counts for something. :)

Anywho. Life has been alright. I broke a small bone in my foot and have to go to the doctor to see what I have to do for it not to be broken. :S BOO! What else??? Um, yeah. I have no idea. Haha! Let's get on with the challenge!

Day 8 - Favorite Subject

Since I have yet to take a class at Hogwarts (You can actually do that HERE), I guess I would have to go with the subject that I think would be the coolest to learn. There are a lot actually, as I would really like to learn pretty much everything I could about magic if I happened to become magical one day. However, since that is not the case today--looks like I'll go through each subject I think is cool and why I would like to learn them.

Transfiguration is something that I think would be cool to learn and experience. Turning things into other things...and maybe becoming an Animagus would be SO awesome!. I also like Herbology. I have always been really good with plants, and like to learn their various uses for food, medicine, etc. Herbology is something I think I would be really good at. Defense Against the Dark Arts would be cool for obvious reasons (I think pretty much everyone wants to learn DADA). And--I would love to learn more about Potions. I can't say whether or not I would be good at it...but I am good at cooking, and I would hope that it is similar. I happen to be amazing at it on Pottermore, but that's not really what it's like...so yeah.

Anyway, yeah. Harry Potter man. I freaking love everything about it.

That's it for now. Not a whole lot to say today. I'm just really happy it's the weekend. Hahaha! Music for the day:

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Sing, Sing, Sing!

Aloha!

It has definitely been a long time. I wasn't sure I wanted to continue to blog, but I like sharing with people, and putting my ideas out there for people to weigh in on.

I recently (aka 5 mins ago) read THIS blog post--shared with me through a friend's facebook post.

Go read it.

Go ahead, I can wait. AND the rest of this post is regarding what is said in that post.

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Okay. So here it goes.

People often tell me that I need to go on American Idol, or The Voice, or whatever. Honestly, it is so flattering each and every time it happens. I feel a lot like the woman who posted that blog. I know how much of a compliment it is when people say that to me, and I would be lying if I said I had never thought about it. However, I don't think I ever will. While I don't know if I am actually good enough to weigh in on this topic, I felt like I had something to add from my perspective.

Singing is something I do to share a piece of myself with the people around me. I was taught by some of the best singers I know--my family. The reason why I sing is partially for me, and partially for them. I sing because it makes me feel special and beautiful and free. I sing for my family to carry on the legacy they created for themselves. They are all so amazingly talented. Of course the other part of why I sing are the listeners. I like creating a moment in time with people where they identify with the song I chose to share. I also use it as a teaching tool for who I am as a Hawaiian.

Singing is something that is very personal to me. I don't sing for just anyone, and I know it frustrates people when I refuse to sing for someone. A lot of the reason why I do is because I am too emotionally vulnerable to open myself up for a criticism...if there is any. Because while singing is something that defines me, it is also a point of massive self-consciousness. It feels like the ultimate rejection when someone criticizes my singing,which is why I can understand people giving it up after being told by someone--who is supposed to be a professional--that they are bad at it. I don't need anyone to tell me I'm not good enough to go pro. Honestly, I'm not even sure that is something I want. Regardless, I would rather live in obscurity than do anything that would take the joy of singing away from me.

Anyway...I guess the take-away is:

Don't stop praising your friends and families for being good at what they do. They are sharing a part of themselves with you every time they do it. :)

Something for the road:

Thursday, September 19, 2013

New Job and Old Professors

Aloha everyone!

So this concludes the second week at my new job alone. :) I really like it a lot. I have a ton to do, and it's nice to be busy. I think that the only complaint I have is that I need a better chair. I might just get my own chair, but we'll see. I'll talk to my boss about it later next week.

So, I was thinking about my blog, and I realized that I am in the middle of a blog challenge! Hahahaha! I can't believe that I forgot! So, here it is.

Day 7 - Least Favorite Professor

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I think that my least favorite professor would be Professor Umbridge. I literally hate her. I don't know if it is possible to hate a fictional character, but I do. Just the fact that she was so prejudiced against magical creatures, and her haughtiness makes me really really dislike her. Plus, she was RUBBISH as a teacher. I cheered out loud when the centaurs and Fred and George showed her what's what. I just totally hated her.. . and still do. I think the only redeeming quality she had was her love for cats…although I think that is just because I imagine that she looks somewhat like that angry cat from internet memes. ;)

See?! Exactly alike!
Well, I need to head off to bed. This week has been pretty awesome. I have decided that I want to start working out next week... I think I'll mostly do walking, stretching, some yoga maybe...who knows. :) I leave you with a commercial that I watch when I want to get PUMPED! Of course I would never be influenced to watch this because of my new job or anything... ;)