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Friday, 16 March 2012

  • Satisfaction: No One Ever Said Life Isn't Funny

    As of yesterday, I am a published writer. I didn't get to experience the excitement of reading my (printed) work until today, though. Seeing as I've been working on the editorial staff of a publications company since November, it isn't exactly a surprise. That, however, doesn't make it less exciting.

    When I interviewed, and my (now boss) asked why I wanted the job, I told her it was because it sounded interesting. And I enjoy writing, and learning new things. That was true, for sure. The real truth, though, would have been that I have wanted to work for a magazine for quite some time--I was probably about eight years old when I first had that ambition.

    I didn't tell her, but at various points of my childhood, I subjected my family and friends to writing articles (which I assigned) so I could compile a magazine. This wasn't play, though. It was serious stuff, with deadlines! I also didn't tell her that it drove my choice of a major in college, despite my lack of internships in the area, favoring other media outlets instead.

    I did, however, tell her that I really don't follow sports. Not fessing up to that would have been a travesty. I find it immensely hard to respect the game of football, I really do. I understand that it's a lot of work, and all of that, but it just seems so silly. It's no wonder, then, that my first published article is football-related. Ah, irony. You win again.

Sunday, 09 October 2011

  • Happy Weights and Love-Hate

    As I was browsing the front page, I came across a post on Health Kicker, about a Happy Weight Calculator. Initially, I didn't think much of it... until I started browsing through the comments, where I was reminded of something that had been bothering me last week.

    Why are so many women at war with their bodies?  I can understand wanting to lose weight, and not being satisfied with your body and its appearance, but it's still the body that you are using for life.  There are times when I'm self-conscious, and don't particularly love certain parts of my body.  But, generally speaking, it's healthy and lets me get around pretty easily. 

    According to the "happy weight" calculator, I am currently at my "happy weight," as long as my wrist measurement was accurate.  If it was off by a hair,  I need to lose about five pounds.  Either way, I think that's pretty accurate.  Similar to most women I know, I think I could stand to lose about ten pounds.  But, since I'm a healthy weight, eat pretty healthy meals, and am active and engage in regular exercise, I'm not going to deprive myself just to damper my thighs' thunder. 

    I know people who have struggled to control their weight, either by denying themselves food or by binges and the subsequent purges.  One of the people I know who tries to control her weight by trying to deny herself food also denies herself respect by picking clothes that aren't to her liking, as a punishment for gaining weight.  I can't imagine denying myself clothes that I like, to cast shame upon myself.  Even if I weigh a great deal more than I would like to, I can't clothe myself in something as a punishment.  (At my heaviest, I weighed 20-30 lbs. more than I do currently.)

    It makes me sad to see women hating their bodies, rather than loving them... someday, maybe we will rejoice for being mobile, being able to hold food, being able to breathe, and being able to experience life.  Until then, I guess we will continue our love-hate relationship with food, exercise, clothes, media, men... and everything else that influences how we see ourselves.

Friday, 07 October 2011

  • Surrounded by Beauty

    Lately I've been noticing how beautiful it is around here... despite having lived here for most of my life, home is gorgeous.  I think I'll be a country girl for life.

    The other night, we had such a beautiful sunset.


    And then, yesterday afternoon, I went for a walk in some of my family's fields.  The sun looking over the rows of corn was begging to have its picture taken. 




    I walked down to a creek that runs through the fields, one of my favorite walking destinations - even though I have to climb a steep hill to get back home.



    This afternoon, I went for a walk in the woods.  This little swampy area was my "palace," when I was little; I liked to pretend that I was an Indian princess, and this was my domain.  One of my favorite royal activities was bouncing on the tire, trying not to fall into whatever water was around... or, if I was feeling daring, I would walk across one of the trees that bridged the "islands."


    Seeing the sun shine through the trees is one of my favorite things.  I think I like taking pictures straight into the sun because it lets me see a glimpse of the glorious sun, without ruining my eyes.





    Every time I go for a walk, I'm reminded that no matter how hard we try, nothing we can make compares in the beauty that's already around us.

Thursday, 06 October 2011

  • Pledging Allegiance

    It seems as though we have a national trend for disproving of our country.  This seems to be something that crosses the board; liberals say it's still too conservative, while conservatives say we're going to hell in a hand basket.  Unfortunately, they're both right (but maybe not for the right reasons).

    Firstly, it should be made clear: the USA might have its fair share of problems, and things that make me shake my head in disgust, but (for the time being), it's still a mighty good place to have as your home.  Aside from having people who are currently putting themselves on the line for our sake, there have been generations of others who already did just that.

    I don't support some of the things that have happened, and some of the atrocities that others have suffered at our hands.  But, I am grateful to say that I know several wonderful people who have contributed great things to our country. 

    What I can't quite understand is that some of the people who I know that seem the quickest to make harsh judgments about the government, and refuse to wear patriotic looking things are also the quickest to sign up for government sanctioned help, beyond what most citizens utilize.  That just doesn't wash with me.  If you're going to diss the military, criticize the flag, and complain about the politics, you really shouldn't be first in line to at the DSS, asking for help with your rent.  (In my opinion.)

    I can understand having hesitations  about The American Way, and our politics, and all that... but I don't understand the complete willingness to surrender to our flawed social services so quickly, when you just spent the last hour dissing the same government. 

    On a similar note, I was a bit taken aback by a recent Lovelyish post, which says the Pledge of Allegiance is creepy.  Oh dear.  I can understand not wanting to indoctrinate yourself with unquestioning patriotism... but it's not so hard (for me) to get behind pledging allegiance (not unquestioning following) to a republic that grants its citizens liberty and justice.  (Whether we have complete liberty and justice is another issue, entirely.)

    In any case, while it may not be perfect, and is facing all kinds of problems, I have to say... I am glad to like in the USA.  There are a couple of other countries that I could see myself comfortably living in, and taking citizenship with... but having visited both of them, I can't deny the happiness I've felt, coming back, and seeing our gaudy flag welcoming me home.

Sunday, 02 October 2011

  • Sometimes, you learn more than art in a design class..

    You wouldn't think that one class at a regional career and tech school could make that much of a difference in your life. But, for me, it did. I'll (hopefully) never forget some of the things I learned from Mrs. R., the wobbly lady who patiently tried to bestow her knowledge of graphic art and design on her students. Sometimes she could be a bit cranky, and I often thought she was a bit hokey. But she was always kind and encouraging to the students who tried.

    Most of my classmates didn't bother trying to hide their reason for enrolling - it got them out of school for a few hours every morning. For me, it gave me somewhere I actually had to be, every morning. That was interesting. As was riding a school bus for the first time in my life, at the ripe age of 16. I learned just how cruel public school kids (i.e., kids) could be, in real life. And they weren't even that bad... I might've blocked some of their teasing from my memory, though.

    In any case, I didn't realize that the other kids thought it was a joke until I had already signed up to go... not that it would have made much of a difference, anyway; I never take a class as a joke. I arrived at school eager to please, and excel. What I lack in natural talent, I made up for in ambition. Despite turning in some awful drawings for homework, I always made decent marks. (Poor Mrs. R. wanted to dissuade me from only drawing horses. I can't recall ever turning in anything but, if I had the choice.)

    When we were learning how to do simple animations on Bryce, it seemed as though a lot of people were spending a lot of time flipping through the book, and not much time trying it. Although I wasn't very good, it was fun to play with. I heard one of the most important pearls that I would gather from Mrs. R during that time, though: When we're given something new, and we don't know what to do, there are two reactions that people will always have. They will either flounder around, and say they don't know how to do it, and not accomplish anything.. or they will fight it. Those are your choices - Fight, or Flounder.

    Sometimes I have to remind myself of that. Fight. Flounder. Those are your choices.

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