My Favorite Things

What always makes me feel better?

Well isn’t that a loaded question. Sort of – Not really. There are a lot of things that make me feel better; it depends on the situation and what I feel like doing at the time. For instance, sometimes I clean to de-stress so that makes me feel better. Doing my makeup is therapeutic, so is drawing and painting and writing, and jogging. Sometimes I take naps, just cause. These are just a few of my favorite things.

*Insert Appropriate Sound of Music Reference Here*

I had to. #sorrynotsorry

Just so you know, I hummed the tune of this song the entire time I was editing these lyrics.  Mind you, The Sound of Music is also one of my favorite movies…
So here you are: mostly re-written lyrics (it was a lot harder than I thought it would be).

Chocolate on cheesecake
And Makeup and brushes
Bright colored dresses and warm tender touches
Soaring up high like a bird with wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Good shows on Netflix and hiking on mountains
Perfume and glitter
And wishes in fountains
Books on the shelves and playing on swings
These are a few of my favorite things

Swimming in oceans on hot summer days
Hunting for treasure and driving down highways
Indulging in food and glamorous rings
These are a few of my favorite things

When the dog bites
When a bee stings
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad

Chocolate on cheesecake and makeup and brushes
Bright colored dresses and warm tender touches
Soaring up high like a bird with wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Good shows on Netflix and hiking on mountains
Perfume and glitter and wishes in fountains
Books on the shelves and playing on swings
These are a few of my favorite things

Swimming in oceans on hot summer days
Hunting for treasure and driving down highways
Indulging in food and glamorous rings
These are a few of my favorite things

 

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Escape Room

What would happen if you were locked in a room with your greatest fear?

The answer seems relatively simple; keep your distance from said fear and find a way to get the heck out of there. Sometimes it’s not that easy. Our fears aren’t always physical. Sometimes our fears cloud our judgement; and sometimes, our fears are so visceral that they take over us completely.

So, what am I afraid of?

I find questions about love, fear, death and life quite difficult to answer. Death has always been difficult for me. I’ve lost a few people I’ve loved over the years but I was always too young to understand what it really meant. I’ve never been properly equipped to deal with it.

Nor do I think I’m capable of dealing with it now.

When someone I know has a family member or friend that passed away, I do this thing where I try not to let it get to me. I feel like all I can do is offer a hug and my condolences without really understanding what the death of this person meant to them. I tell them that they are in a better place, that they’re happier in heaven, that I’ll say a prayer for them that… I understand how they must feel.

But I don’t.

I’m not afraid to die.
I’m afraid to love.

I’m afraid to lose someone I love.

Role Model

Dear Role Model,

You were my teacher before I even went to school. You lived with us for ten years before you left the country to chase your dreams and follow your calling. You were my uncle, a father figure, a teacher, and my friend all at the same time.

When I was little, you taught me how to ride a bike, how to use the computer for educative purposes, and how to follow my own dreams. You used to share your wisdom and life experiences with me. You spoke to me like I was not just your niece but an equal. I remember how you used to tell me that if there is something in this world that can never be taken from me, it is the education that I will receive.

You always encouraged me to go to school and get a higher education. You used to always tell me that money and material objects have no real meaning in life: they come and go. Education however, and the knowledge I will gain from life, stay with me to the very end. You used to tell me that I can lose everything but my knowledge.

I plan on carrying your words with me and passing it on to those I have the privilege of meeting.

If it weren’t for you, I don’t where I would be or if I would be the same person I am today. I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for being there, for encouraging me, and for advising me every step of the way.

Sincerely,
Dreaming bigger

It gets Better

“Helplessness: that dull, sick feeling of not being the one at the reins.”

Dear Pre-teen self,

I know you’re feeling miserable right now. I know that those girls are talking about you behind your back. I know that it’s painful when they whisper, when they judge you, when they pretend to be nice to your face but stab you in the back when you turn around.

And I’m sorry.

I’m sorry that I can’t stick up for you; I’m sorry that you’ve been hurting so, so much. I know that my apologizing to you isn’t going to change how things are now, but I can tell you how things will be later. Trust me when I tell you that it gets easier.

There are people that you know or will meet people in this world that will love you for who you are. They will adore you and love you just for being you (quirks and all). One day you will see it. You will wake up feeling as awesome as you really are and everyone will see that.

You will glow with confidence.

And people will envy you for it. So don’t let those around you affect who you are and what you want to be. With time, you will grow to love yourself, to ignore those mean and hateful comments; you will grow to be a strong, independent, and beautiful woman.

Just wait.

Sincerely,
Older You

My Favorite

Dear friend,

You crossed my mind recently and it made me think of the past.

We dated once but never officially. What we had, we kept a secret. You meant the world to me and I’m sorry that I never showed you. It wasn’t until you moved on that I realised how much I lost.

You told me you were in love with me; I couldn’t say it back.

I know what you’re thinking. I want what I can’t have right?

I know that you’re happy now. At least I hope you are. I hope she’s making you happy. I hope that all of your hopes and dreams are coming true. I hope that you’re getting all of the love that you deserve.

What we had was beautiful and I will always cherish those memories.

Sincerely,
The girl who’s happy for you

 

Weirdo

“Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much”

I on the other hand am not, and I’m proud of it.

Not being normal is an awesome thing and people who claim they are ‘normal’ are in denial. I mean… look at Mr and Mrs Dursley.

  1. There’s No such thing as ‘normal’. Everyone has quirks. Harry was as awkward as they could be, but he was ‘the chosen one’.
  2. Being weird is like being a superhero: a really awesome, bad-ass superhero. Look at Hermione for instance. She was a smart, odd, and yet, a very powerful witch. No one thought twice about messing with her.
  3. Standing out; everyone remembers the awkward weirdo… Ron and the entire Weasly clan. They stood out far more than any other characters in the series and not because of their hair.

Really though, weird is natural; it’s authentic, genuine, and simply cool.

Quote Me

This quote often resonates with me. It is largely something that I am passionate about discussing.

I just think it’s so weird that women make individual choices and then absolute strangers think they can have all kinds of opinions about them. It’s largely something that happens to women and their appearance”
– Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

I find myself in situations where people have the need or rather the audacity to tell me what to do with my face and my body.

Who the heck to they think they are?

It is important to cease telling women or anyone for that matter, what to do with their bodies. It is important to understand that experience is subjective. We should not be judged for what we do, wear, like, dislike or how we feel about certain topics.

When people ask: ‘who are you trying to impress?’ My first response is almost an immediate eye roll.

It really bugs me (people ask me this question quite often). I normally have a lot to say about that. I feel like my need to explain myself is inevitable in these types of situations despite the fact that I should not have to.

So for every person who has tried to tell me that I am wearing too much or too little or no makeup at all; and for those who have tried to tell me that I’m dressed ‘too scantily clad’ or whatever, I have one thing to say: stop telling me what to do with my face.

Do you have a favorite quote that you return to again and again? What is it, and why does it move you?