Nothingness

God, some days I just want to shut off the lights, close the curtains, light a small candle, turn on some buddah bar music and lay on my bed with my eyes closed and enjoy hours of nothingness.

Kind of like a day-long meditation, maybe?

Who knows. Sometimes the gears in my head spin so fast and hard, it leaves me mentally and physically exhausted.

Finals

Tonight I had my last final for the semester.

It's bittersweet, I suppose. I didn't enjoy this class half as much as I did the other writing class. Regardless, it took up 3 hours of my time on Monday nights (cutting into my House time, I might add) and has sort of become a sick ritual of staying up ridiculously late after class by going to the gym and then catching up on my shows.

No more of that. Now I get to hit the gym as early as I wish and watch my shows with all the glorious commercials.

I'll miss you J101. But not to the point of tears.

Let the freedom of no summer classes begin.

What, Vegas? Ah yes, I hear you calling my name for weeks at a time.

Would you be your friend?

Call me egotistical...call me conceited...call me whatever you like....or just call me a friend.

My whole life I've been taught to treat people like I'd want to have my kids treated. I look in the mirror and wonder if I'd be my own friend. The answer has always been "yes" without hesitation. Not only would I be my own friend, I would feel honored to be one.

I'm more loyal than that lost puppy you rescued off the side of the road. I'm dependable to a fault, where I will sacrifice my own plans just to make sure I don't break ours. I'm trustworthy. I'll look at you with that stare when you're about to do something retarded. I risk getting sick by bringing my friends soup and board games when they are sick and nobody else wants to come within 10 feet of them.

I simply put people first.

So yeah, I'd love to be my own friend.

So call me conceited or full of myself, but at least I know what I bring to the table.

What kind of friend are you?

What's in an age?

Ever wondered how old you would be if you didn't know how old you were?

I've never been my physical age. I've always been mentally older....way older. And physically looked younger.

Physically I've been stuck at looking like I'm 16 with a fake ID, and mentally I've always been far too mature.

What if when asked how old we are we answer like our credit score...three different numbers and all are a little off.

Our birth age, our mental age and our physical age. Mine would be 28-38-18....like a small-chested, muffin-toppin, small-hipped woman.

Deeper Thoughts

It's been difficult to write on a regular basis as I got busier in life.

There are a million things going on at once right now. All for the better and for the long term. I find it hard to concentrate on the present because I'm so focused on the goals ahead.

But I will keep my commitment to writing every day. I was given another 50 topics to rattle my brain and do what I do best..write about them.

So starting tomorrow, I'll throw them in here and there.

Tonight, Vegas is at my door with open arms and a huge smile.

New Beginnings

We should never be afraid to change things in our lives for fear that what we've been doing may be seen as failure.

It's never too late to step back and look at your life and change the things that don't make you a better and happier being.

If your career no longer makes you happy, take the steps to change that. No matter how long it takes or sacrifices you may have to make to do it.

Either work out differences in your relationships or move on from them, but don't linger in stagnation and unhappiness.

It's cliche, but we really only get once shot at life. This isn't a dress rehearsal. Every day is opening night.

Look in the mirror, if what looks back at you isn't what you feel is the optimal YOU, change it!

What are you going to change to make yourself happier today?

In a world where being a healthy and fit human being is a matter of a chain of choices you make in the course of a day, it baffles me that there are people who live such unhealthy lives...by choice!

I understand that maybe eating healthier is a lot less convenient and at times a little bit more expensive but if you put in a little bit of time and just a little bit more money into it now, you won't have to spend the money later on doctors.

Staying fit doesn't mean being a meat head and living at the gym, it simply means taking stairs versus an elevator, walking your dog 3 times versus just once or just letting it run in the back yard. Playing with your kids outside for an hour versus plopping them in front of a tv for hours.

Nutrition is difficult to follow because we are smothered by fast food convenience. I can't deny that I've fallen victim to it before. Being on a gluten free diet for a week has opened my eyes to the kind of crap we are eating for the sake of convinience! I can't get a single thing on the McDonalds menu! And I used to LOVE having cheat days with eating well and getting just one item at McDs.

Make better choices. Drink only when you absolutely need to (even though I can't think of a single reason I would "need" to) and when you do, drink wine.

I'll never understand smoking...at all. Maybe it's because I've never touched a cigarette but it seems like a complete cop out that "it's hard to quit". No shit, Shirlock. It's nicotine. But if you want to, you can.

Why purposely take time off your life every time you suck down a cigarette?

I just really wish people would find pleasures in small things in life that are far less harmful and a lot more productive.

I'll get off my soap box now. There's some form of protein with my name on it, waiting to be ingested. :)