Disney Distortion?

I was a kid that grew up watching all the Disney movies. Loved them! Loved the happy endings they always seemed to have. Loved the prince on the white horse coming to save the day. Loved how the prince would pick the ordinary girl to fall in love with and then marry turning her into a princess. I remember as a kid watching them over and over and driving my family nuts with them...i actaully wore out The Little Mermaid tape at my grandma's house. I wanted to have that happen to me, some guy fall madly in love with me and make me his princess (not literally). However as you grow up you see boys arent falling in love with you, they throw rocks at you. Pull on your pony tail, call you names, think girls have cooties, etc. Then you realize the reality of life. I think there for a while i was stuck in Disney fairytale land. So then as i grew up i still wanted to be someone's princess but understood that it would come with time and with kissing a few frogs that were nothing but that...FROGS! I am still single, with no prince on a white horse that has fallen in love with me, but i still want my fairytale ending and understand that i can be someones princess, just that i cant have the same expectations of the guy to be on a white horse...maybe it will be a white car :) and maybe when he falls in love with me, i will be what makes me a princess!

Abstract Art

I have always been such a fan of abstract art. I don't know if its because there is no certain thing that you have to see or focus on. There isn't always a certain message or meaning behind why it was created the way it was. It can be viewed and rationalized in every ones mind in a different sort of way. I remember the art we had to do in elementary school...not meant to be abstract. We would be given a certain thing or animal or description that we would need to draw, color, paint, etc...most of the time it would turn out to be abstract though we didn't intend for it to! Your teacher would take your finished work, start by holding it upside down then she would continue to rotate the paper til she could try to make out what she was looking at. She would point and say oh yeah i see the horse here by the barn. You then realized she had no clue and almost were insulted that she couldn't see clearly that the horse was not by the barn...in fact that "horse" was your favorite pet dog! And the "barn" was your house. Even then you realize that not everyone understands and sees things like you do. So maybe i just realized that at an early age. I recall my dad having a friend that worked at a local college and he invited us to an art show that the school was hosting. My dad brought me along and i fell in love with art. Knowing i wasn't an artist made me appreciate everyone else hard work and creativity. From twisted metal sculptures, exotic colored glass formed and blown into amazing fragile pieces, to canvases covered in paint in no certain order other than what the creator seemed to see in their mind. It all captured my attention and made me wonder. Starry Night is by far one of my favorite pieces. While very famous, no matter how many times i see it, it excites me! The detail and yet the lack of detail it holds for my eye to gaze and wonder at is amazing and inspiring to me. The individual brush strokes add texture and is a signature way for the artists work to be almost identified by. Bright colors swirled together to form a calm, yet eye catching piece. What do you see when you look at a piece of abstract art? Does it make you feel a certain way? Its just art, sum may say...even to go as far as calling it art is a stretch for some. I say it most certainly is art, yet has a different meaning and outcome in my mind as it may differ from the view in your mind.

Fitness or Fatness

Seems as though everyone is confronted with those two thoughts! I have seemed to yo-yo between the two since i have graduated high school. They say once you graduate that you'll have to watch what you eat more and that you aren't as active. They weren't kidding. When i was in high school i went non stop. I went to school all day then went home after school to change and put on my work clothes where i would work til 10 at night and then come home and finish any homework i had. Kind of amazing to me now when i think back on it, no wonder i didn't gain a lot of weight, i didn't have much time to eat! I have found that if i am mindful of what i eat and if i make sure that i run at least 30-45 minutes a day then i am able to stay at the weight i want. My best friend has her personal training license and yet i still manage to gain weight. During this spring break i have switched my mind set to fitness and not fatness. They say weight can be a heredity thing, passed down to children from their parents. I'm sure that's true but is it genetic or just bad habits that are passed down to us? My parents have been over weight for as long as i can remember. My dad recently found out that he was diabetic and i explained to him that through diet and exercise a person is able to maintain and even reverse type 2 diabetes. He took what the doctor had to say very seriously and he and my mom have totally changed the way they eat and have become more active. Since last June my mom has currently lost 70 pounds and my dad has lost 65! I am so proud of them and extremely motivated by them. So I'm saying yes to fitness and no to fatness!

Smell of Memories

Remember when you were little how your grandma's house always seemed to smell? Maybe of old antiques or the smell of your favorite cookies because she knew you were coming! Amazing how the smells of certain things seem to trigger feelings and memories. Like every time i smell Polo, it makes me think of my grandpa in Florida. He has worn that same cologne for as long as i have known him. Even now when i smell that i automatically think of my grandpa. Everyone has their own certain memories that seem to be attached to something like smell. Sometimes they aren't always pleasant memories, like the smell of a particular food you recall getting sick on, and you swear you'll never eat that ever again! Music can also be tied to memories. Like recalling the songs that were played at someones wedding, that becomes "their song", and seems to bring a smile on their face when they hear the song again. Or playing a persons favorite song at their funeral, and when you hear it, you're reminded of the pain of loosing them. This summer i listened to a lot of Dave Matthews Band while running at the Nature Center and other trails outside and so when i hear it i remember the running time and the concert i road tripped to see him in August in Dallas, Texas with a couple friends! Simple things bring back the biggest memories. It seems that memories may even have smells!

Adventuresome Spirit

Ever feeling as though you were meant to go and be anywhere but where you are? Like you would love to just up and road trip, but then again, where would you go? Who would you go with? How much money would it take? I have that feeling constantly! How sometimes home doesn't feel like home. Its like your homesick, but what exact place would cure that sickness? I love going and doing, but I'm constantly reminded by reality of the consequences that would come with such thoughtless actions! Dang my mom for installing that mentality in me that if you cant afford it, you shouldn't do it! I'm sure later in life i will thank her, but in my moments of spontaneousness i feel as tho i will do nothing but spontaneously com bust if i don't fill that need in my life. I almost took a job as a flight attendant, thought that would cure my need to travel and seek out life and the world around me. Yet again the practical part kicked in and i knew i needed to focus on a degree, something to fall back on when i needed to be a responsible adult! Part of me wonders what would have, could have been. I don't have any regret for making that decision tho. In fact i have decided that i would pursue another part of who i am, the part that like to help people in whatever way that is. So here i am going to school to become a nurse! Hoping that once i have some experience under my belt that i can combine my love for traveling and helping people together and do travel nursing. I know some people that do it and make good money and get to enjoy different places while they practice what they love! So that is my light at the end of the long tunnel, the reward for my time and effort! So until then i will suppress my adventuresome spirit in the physical way and let my mind wander aimlessly to where it wants of road trips with friends, sand in my toes, and endless memories that some day i will make come true!