Tuesday, January 31, 2017

If I'm Being Honest

Truth: I don't know everything and I sometimes feel like I don't know anything.
Lie: The heart is always right.
Sometimes our heads are pulling our thoughts one way but then our hearts pull our actions the other way.  I have to apologize to many for acting on my heart when logic shows that people feel differently about different things.
I get too big-pictured.
Let me make this clear.
I hate the idea of a wall and Trump is like the AntiChrist to me, or at least a version of Hitler. But. there is always a good and a bad to people and if we want to make something good happen where both sides are happy, or at least content and acknowledge that both sides are wrong, then we have to communicate.
I have to stop crying every time someone mentions...his...name. However, a very dear friend of mine has provided me a goal.
Pause. Getting too big-pictured again.
My friend shares media from the left and right and argues for both. She picks and chooses and says her mind. She's the most accepting woman I've met and cares for immigrant families. Yet, she shares videos explaining the logic of why excess immigration is bad.
Pause. I'm not explaining very clearly.
But the goal is...to stop beign such a baby and listen and communicate with both sides. Stop being so scared of not being liked.
I'm choosing to dislike a person but I have to at least give clear reasoning why.

This bullshit right here

Executive order no.5
 You know, just some thoughts.
People say to remember 9/11 but the same people tell us to forget slavery.
Bigotry is hatred of those practicing a different religion from one's own...?
Syria was a victim of terrorism, not a facilitator.
undue hardship is life, man.
These executive orders are so vaguely colorful, I had no clue what half of them meant. 

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Write Goddamn It!

💡 1.29.17
To those who have experienced writer's block, I commend you. I just watched a movie and thought it would give me inspiration because the main character was a writer but laziness has just washed all over me. My body is neck deep in unresolved thoughts conflicting around in my tiny brain. I'm an on again off again blogger for an international student magazine my friend started and yet my last article I wrote for them was last published November 3rd. Yet one of my next articles I am supposed to write and turn in soon is on Writer's Block...my pitch, with no solution.
Thoughts? Ideas?
I'm going to publish this as it is now. And go from there. Wish me luck.

Things in My Room

💭 1.29.17

Next to the fake bird I got from my cousin's quinceñera, I have a succulent plant that's halfway dead and halfway content with my love that I binge give every once in a blue moon. Right in front of that life is a present from ex-coworkers who blessed me with a few seeds of something with only instructions of how to fall in love again with Christ. Then there was the empty tissue box that I threw away a second ago because de-cluttering is good for the soul. My lavender-vanilla sleep lotion that my mom got me for Christmas. My newly bought office supplies. My "breath of fresh air"toner water that I bought weeks ago at the LUSH store in ...St. Matthews'? OR maybe Oxmoor...
Hair products, rainbow candles that drip red and blue tears. My stack of 'thank you' cards that I haven't yet sent to all my loved ones in college. Memories of professors and old friends, new lovers and a saintly grandmother who watches me from her heavenly home. Green tea pills that are supposed to help me lose weight yet only burden me with more things to remember and I forget. Christmas presents, Winnie the Pooh chap stick, incense sticks, books and journals. Clothes in my closet and shoes on a rack. A couple bottles of mike's hard leftover from New Year's and it's January 29th. A bed. A mini money bank. This laptop. A purse. Contacts. A trashcan. Laundry used and cleaned.White, pearl earrings.
Face masks and make up remover wipes.
A painting my soul friend gave me this last Friday as a late Christmas present.
A yoga mat and jump rope.
A rock collection.
A room of one's own.