Saturday, January 29, 2011

Protests


This is going to be quick because I don't have much time. I spent the entire day closely following the protests in Egypt and I think more people need to be aware of what is going on over in Egypt, Tunisia and Yemen and how the people are fighting against their governments for democracy. It's amazing, really. Not sure what the outcome will be and how many other Arab countries will follow in their footsteps, but this really is a huge event. I think people would be stupid to not at least pay attention because this is going to change many things in this world.

My Peace and Justice Studies class has been talking about the protests in Tunisia and Yemen and just the other day Egypt started protesting and we discussed how this might spread throughout the Middle East and what the possible outcomes will be. It's scary and exciting all at the same time. I can't wait to go to my class on Tuesday. We're going to have a lot to discuss.

In the mean time, pay attention, educate yourself, and spread the word.


Monday, January 24, 2011

Dealing with Regret: 8 Ways to Benefit and Move Forward

I am a complete Tiny Buddha addict. I love the website because I am able to get a lot of encouragement from it which helps me deal with a majority of the problems going on in my life. Anyway, I am going to copy and paste the article into this blog as a follow up from my last blog about my regret. Enjoy.

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Dealing with Regret: 8 Ways to Benefit and Move Forward 


by Lori Deschene





“Stay away from what might have been and look at what will be.” -Marsha Petrie Sue
When I look back at some of the most painful moments of my life, I see myself sitting alone feeling either immense shame or regret.
It’s bizarre how we can get so offended and angry when other people hurt us and yet repeatedly choose to torture ourselves—far worse than they possibly could—through repeated mental rehashing.
For the longest time, my biggest regret revolved around missing out on life. From a distance, people always thought I had everything going for me. Up close, you could see the cracks in that facade: no matter what I got, I was painfully discontent and depressed, and often isolated in fear.
I remember my last night in NYC at 25, sitting in a tiny boxed-up efficiency studio apartment that I rented in a low-income building. I’d been in the apple for two-and-a-half years, and my greatest accomplishments were barely noticeable to anyone but myself.
Granted, they were big ones: I’d quit smoking, formed a yoga practice, and began the slow uphill climb to liking who I was.
But the list of what I didn’t do often felt far more compelling: I didn’t form many real friendships, I never had a story book NYC romance like I dreamed about, and I never even once auditioned for a play after growing up on the stage.
I went to NYC to convince the world I was strong, then broke into a million little pieces and, in stubborn resistance to “giving up,” spent two years trying to glue myself back together.
For a long time, I regretted that I went to the city where dreams come true and did absolutely nothing to go after mine. Then I realized something: I was not that girl anymore, and in another second, I would again be someone new.
At any moment I could let go of the weight of who I’d been and allow myself a better chance of becoming who I wanted to be.
What I did or didn’t do could either paralyze me further or motivate me to do something now—something not conceived in reaction to past disappointments, but something born completely anew from a moment of strength and empowerment.
We can all do that. At any time, you can take your regrets and:
1. Identify and address your weaknesses.
Oftentimes, when we acknowledgement our weaknesses there’s an implied sense of judgment, as if we should never make any mistakes. The alternative is to accept that everyone makes mistakes and then focus on what we can do differently going forward.
For me that meant discovering why I was so afraid of putting myself out there. The rewards of learning to conquer that fear in the present far outweigh the pain of having given into it in the past.
2. Use your mistake as a teaching tool.
In my time writing for ‘tweens, I’ve read many letters from girls who’ve learned to beat themselves up by watching their parents’ response to mistakes. If you forgive yourself and bounce right back, you empower them to respond the same way.
If you’re like me and don’t have any children, think of it as helping everyone around you. I know when I see someone fall down and get back up without stressing over what they could have done differently I feel inspired. It reminds me that it is possible, and I can do it, too.
3. Use the opportunity to become better at adapting.
Most big mistakes present instant changes to reality as you know it. When I first arrived in NYC at 22, I got involved in a pyramid scam thinking it was a shortcut to success and blew through my savings. What’s worse, I unknowingly pulled other people into a sinking ship that went under with their money.
I couldn’t believe I’d been so naïve. I couldn’t change what I’d done, but I could take my new set of circumstances and challenges and plan a strategy to get back where I wanted to be. Any time we practice adapting, we create the possibility of happiness that doesn’t depend on perfect conditions.
4. Strengthen your ability to focus on things you can control.
If you cheated on your boyfriend after one too many margaritas you probably wish you could go back and show more restraint. Unfortunately you should have done is now irrelevant. All you can do is move forward from where you are.
This is an invaluable skill because it empowers us to take positive action instead of falling into a shame cycle.
5. Embrace impermanence.
Everything in life is impermanent. While I’m not thrilled when my actions end a relationship or good situation, this reminds me to appreciate everyone and everything in the moment. There are no guarantees in life—even if I make very few mistakes.
6. Evaluate your relationships.
Think of this as your It’s a Wonderful Life moment. You’re down on your luck and vulnerable. You have to do some major life restructuring to rebound from whatever you just experienced. Are your friends there for you, offering forgiveness and support—even if it takes them a little time to get there? If not, this may be a perfect time to remove unhealthy relationships from your life.
This may also give you a chance to strengthen your relationships. If you hurt someone else, take this opportunity to discover what really motivated your actions, and then let yourself get vulnerable with them. We’re all human, and nothing brings us together like acknowledging our universal struggles.
7. Get better at accepting blame.
I know many people who would sooner donate their organs to science then take responsibility. We’ve all passed the buck at one time or another because it’s a risk to admit culpability. Still there’s something empowering about saying, “I screwed up and I accept the consequences.”
8. Challenge your thinking.
There’s a quote that reads “Success is often the result of taking a misstep in the right direction.” If your mistake propels you toward a better future then it’s actually a blessing in disguise. I realize mistakes oftentimes present challenges, but ultimately, you can only move forward if you find opportunities in your reality—whatever that may be.
The crazy thing about regret is that is seems imperative sometimes—as if we have to indulge it like a bed we made and now have to lie in. Yet there’s nothing compelling us to dwell on the way things could have been. The only thing that keeps us stuck in lost possibilities is the refusal to focus on new ones.
Life is now, and we always have a choice: do we drown in regret over what never came to be, or use our energy to create what can be? Today I am choosing the latter.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

A single regret

I have always lived my life without any regrets. I think for the first time in 23 years, I have one. Slowly it is raising it's ugly little head and it certainly isn't a pretty sight. It's nothing terrible. Just something that is currently embarrassing the hell out of me to the point where I'm losing my mind. I can't seem to forgive myself and I'm doing whatever I can to drive the point home to never be naive like that again.

The biggest problem is the way I'm going about feeling through the regret is actually making the situation worse. I'm punishing and abusing myself with it. Now it's eating me alive. I've always lived with the phrase "Never regret anything that once made you smile." This may be the first time in my life that even the satisfaction I once got out of it didn't last. Instead, the pain from the impermanence of it has ultimately destroyed my happiness. I knew it wasn't going to end well, but I had no idea it would hurt this much. I had no clue in my mind. It has been months and the pain hasn't really gone away. Why can't I let it go? Of all the things I can let go of so easily, why not this?

Maybe this "mistake" wasn't a mistake at all. Maybe it was meant to be like some kind of lesson I needed to learn... or maybe it's the biggest coincidence of my life and I'm just trying to make meaning out of it so I can diminish my embarrassment. Sometimes I feel like this situation from the beginning was beyond my control. It felt like I was suddenly strapped to a conveyor belt - I had no choice but to go that direction like this was where I was supposed to be headed. Everything in my life that happened previously seemed to lead me to this very moment. It was too perfect.

The most painful experiences end up being the most valuable. Right now, I'm not sure I understand what I am supposed to get out of it yet since I am actually still fighting my way out of it. I've learned certain things from it so far... mostly to not get attached so easily.

I really regret the attachment.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

A Fire Inside


I have been listening to a lot of AFI lately. I don't think anyone will ever really understand why I like them so much, so all I can say is I like them for sentimental reasons. In 2005, I was coming to terms with the fact that I didn't want to be mormon anymore. I was completely falling apart. I accidentally came across AFI on a particularly rough day and found their Sing The Sorrow album and popped it into my diskman. I remember hearing that intense first song, Miseria Cantare, and immediately getting the chills. Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face and I said, "This is exactly what I've been looking for." After falling in love with that album, I decided I needed to hear the rest of their music. After listening to all of their albums, Sing The Sorrow is actually not my favorite anymore.

I don't believe anyone will ever understand what it is about their music that touches me, but it does. I think it is beautiful and I get a lot out of their music. I love the vague, poetic lyrics. I love that AFI changes their sound for each album and try to do things different every time. They take risks that most bands are too afraid to make. I think this is one reason why AFI has such a strong cult following. That and they are sweet, normal, down to earth guys who aren't completely obsessed with their fame. I am so fortunate to have met them and I hope I have another opportunity in the future.

I'm not here to convince anyone to listen to their music because I don't know that AFI will mean as much to someone else as they do for me.

I tried to make a top 10 list of my favorite AFI songs, but I couldn't find only 10. So, here's my top 20 and please believe me when I say this was extremely difficult to narrow down.


MY TOP 20 FAVORITE AFI SONGS (in no particular order):

37mm
6 to 8
But Home Is Nowhere...
Clove Smoke Catharsis
Endlessly, She Said
Ever And A Day
Exsanguination
God Called In Sick Today
The Interview 
Kiss & Control
The Leaving Song
Malleus Maleficarum
Miseria Cantare
Morningstar
On The Arrow
Reiver's Music
This Time Imperfect
Too Late For Gods
Totalimmortal
Who Knew?


A Thought For the Day

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

And on a less depressing note...


Who the hell invented Angry Birds? I am completely addicted to this stupid game and I wouldn't normally define myself as one who enjoys playing games such as these. That being said, I can't stop playing.

If you are lucky enough to have never played this game, do yourself a favor and don't. JUST DON'T.

You're welcome.

Monday, January 17, 2011

"But the sweet smoke came with mirrors & it brought tears to my wide eyes"

After months and months of trying to get rid of that awful, gnawing pit in my stomach, it resurfaced today. I have lost the desire to eat and I'm so emotionally agitated I can't focus or sleep. My body is trembling, my heart is breaking and I can't control it. I hope this is temporary. I only hope it disappears as quickly as it returned. I can't allow this feeling to shatter yet another potentially good semester. 

I'm trying to stay positive. I'm trying even harder to not let this eat me alive. I don't know how to read into what happened today. I need to let it go... just forget it. There's no point in making something out of what may very well be nothing.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Silence No More...

Before I started this blog, I had considered creating an anonymous blog where I wrote all of the thoughts that I never share with anyone and publish them under a fake name. Then I realized that's my problem. I don't share how I feel or what I'm thinking with anyone. Why should those things remain anonymous? Why can't I just be proud of my own thoughts? After all, they are my own, right? I should be proud of myself even the crazy stuff that goes on in my brain.

I am terrible at expressing myself verbally. When people ask me questions about myself, I never know how to respond. I cannot answer the most simple questions without being extremely vague. Lately, I've been especially shy but I'm really trying to get myself back to the point I was about a year ago when I was quite good at interacting with people and looking them in the eye. Now, I hold my head down, sit off to the side, while I watch everyone else get involved. I want to be involved too.

Today in one of my classes, we had to introduce ourselves and say what our favorite movie was. I said Amelie and my teacher said "A lot of students have told me to watch it, what's it about?" I couldn't even describe it. My blind went blank and I couldn't even remember what happened in the movie. I only got as far as saying "It's about a girl who grew up kind of shut off from the rest of the world and grows up really shy and awkward and then she decides to help people..." Then my brain died on me and I said "I'm sorry. I don't know how else to describe it." My teacher was like "Well then, your assignment this semester is to learn how to describe the plot of a movie." Then he walked away from me. I felt so stupid that I wanted to cry. Then I felt the tremendous need to make up for my stupidity. Later in the class, he asked for someone to tell him what we would be doing in our humanities class. Nobody else raised their hand, so I did. Luckily I got the answer right and he elaborated on what I said. 

I'm sure he didn't care that I didn't know how to explain the plot and I'm sure I took it more to heart than anyone in the class. I think he's a cool guy, but I think I just need to get more comfortable with him and my classmates before I'll feel more at ease speaking in class. I hate answering questions on the spot because I have to work through my answer in my head before I say it or it's going to come out very disorganized and awkward. This is why I'm so shy. I know I'm not good at talking to people and I'm so afraid that I look stupid that I end up looking even more awkward.

I'm going to force myself to talk to more people though. I'm going to work on talking to people in my classes and getting to know them. My fear of talking to people isn't going to go away until I push myself to do it more. I'm tired of being on the sidelines. I want to be involved and make the most of my education and my life.  

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Burnt Sienna Crayon?


I think I may need to offer some kind of an explanation for the blog title.


First of all, most of what I write here will go unread and I can guarantee it will be a compilation of crappy writings full of all kinds of oddities. Second, I used the name of a burnt sienna crayon because anything written in crayon is unlikely to be taken seriously, the color itself looks like crap, and it is usually referred to as the ugliest crayon in a crayon box. I think it suits me and the weird nonsense which will most certainly ensue with this blog.


I will mostly be writing about what's going on in my life, random thoughts, current artwork/sketches, book lists, anything I am inspired by...you know, anything that I don't think fits the subject matter of my other blog.


And on that note, let the nonsense begin...