Pep Talk: Why not be what you wish you were? Wish you were a hat person…the kind of person who wears hats? Then I think you ought to wear a hat today. It’s Saturday, for christssake, wear two hats! If you try it and it makes you uncomfortable, you can stop. People, even people not named Madonna, reinvent themselves all the time (come on out, gorgeous!) and their friends adapt and accept the changes. Any rule that says you have to be what people expect is a rule that’s meant to be broken.
Pep Talk: You’re no stranger to counting your blessings. You’re well aware of how good you’ve got it. By virtue of being alive at this point in history, you get to benefit from rights and modern conveniences that past generations only dreamed of. With your kindness and considerate actions, you’re gradually improving conditions for future generations too.
"Recently, I went through a period of having nightly dreams that were so vivid and frightening that I would wake up in a battle stance against my imaginary attackers, only to find my cat staring at me like she desperately wanted a new owner. Nightmares are one thing, but these were so lifelike, it took me a while to separate the dream from reality after waking. I still recall each sensory detail of those dreams in all their horror….."
Thus why it’s always good to have a good, black woman behind you. I almost wish I was pregnant with my first daughter right now so she could experience being a US citizen under Barack Obama’s presidency, I’m just so proud.
But that’ll(getting pregnant, baby mama business) will have to wait.
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue center-light pop, and everybody goes ahh…”— On the Road, Jack Kerouac
Pep Talk: When you get your jeans out of the dryer and they’re all tight and different, it’s uncomfortable at first. Yet despite the unhappiness associated with constricting pants, you recognize that clean is an improvement and you accept that eventually your beloved jeans will fit easily again. Thanks for going with me on this simile because lots of improvements are like freshly washed denim. You made a change for the better. It doesn’t fit perfectly right away, but soon it will!
Today remind yourself: I give improvements time to fit.
Lovely piece of advice and a great tweak to daily perspective.
For years, I’ve constantly been trying to shift over into a more vegetarian diet, even going so far to declare a nutrition minor while I revamped my major and while I’ve learned(& incorporated) amazingly essential concepts, there’s one thing I’ve yet to learn: willpower.
Growing up with a very, very southern black woman who always suspiciously lost her northern accent every time she got downright red in the face, I was blessed when it came to loving meat. Fried chicken, guzzards, thanksgiving honey ham, grilled catfish. you name it, i most likely ate it - save pig’s feet & frog legs. that’s something I won’t ever consider a delicacy, excuse the slight retches.
But living in Portland for the past decade has worn down the rough edges of this mississippi-born chick, just some! I still whine plainitively on the inside whenever I see beef, hot, steamy beef, and no, I’m not talking about the human sort. I’m willing to understand that my body is more than just a vessel for me to stuff, day in, day out(how i wish it was). but it’s also my energy expenditing machine, and if I want to get half of the things I want done, I need to watch what I eat.
It’s no secret that vegetarianism is most likely the best route, and while I’ve finally found it in myself to eliminate ground beef from my diet, I’m still having a hard time embracing shucking shellfish and poultry. I still love chicken makhani and grilled shrimp pasta a bit too much.
Still, I’ll get there, one day. Anything to save the environment and especially, thanks to a Ms. Kingsolver (Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, anyone?). Read that book! It’ll pull the wool away from your eyes faster than you can say climate change.
I don’t think creativity is coming to an end. I think creativity is increasing at an increasing rate, and always will.
Creativity is generally a combination of existing ideas. If there were only two concepts in the universe, creativity would be “What happens if we put them together?” If you add a third and fourth concept to the universe, the number of creative combinations shoots up.
The Internet allows you to check the originality of your idea quickly, so it sometimes seems that all the good ideas have been taken. But the Internet also seeds us with many more concepts than we would otherwise be exposed to. Humans are like distributed computing for creativity. The Internet and the media and our daily lives dump huge volumes of raw concepts into our heads and we process and combine things until something new feels right.
Worrying comes from predicting the future on a straight line, imagining trouble increasing at some established pace. But the real future comes in leaps and bounces, with creative solutions expanding faster than problems. I believe this is some sort of fundamental law of the universe, that solutions will always outpace problems.
Take a deep breath. You’re going to be fine. Someone, somewhere, just thought of an idea that will fix everything. And you couldn’t stop it if you tried.
I may be of the goldenbrownskin genre, but I can tell you this(as well my wacky friends) that I’m as white as they come. I love everything that’s mentioned on this list and quite shamelessly - hell, I don’t even understand ebonics half the time. But moleskine notebooks?
CAN EVERYONE GIVE ME A HOLLER ON THAT ONE? (fail.)
I’ve been hopelessly addicted to those thingies for as long as I can remember, and will continue to be. I’m even part of an organizers community on LiveJournal, because I’m constantly looking for new ways to organize, though with my ADHD, that’s only proven to be quite futile.
Nevertheless, my loyalty to moleskines and subsequently, awesome G-2 point pens and sharpies shall never waver.