I have heard a lot of people say, "if you repeat affirmations they'll come true. " Or, "You know that book, The Secret? If you put out in the world that you are going to do something, then it'll come back to you, (or whatever)." I usually don't pay any attention to that kind of stuff because I'm not one to have blind faith in anything.... however, aren't they all just the grown-up way of wishing on a star? I think so, and the Disney kid in me says- "Yea, it works!"
So here I am. I am writing this blog post today with the express purpose of this very thing happening. Call it wishing, affirming, what-have-you.
This summer I am going to spend my vacation in Europe. The end. I think if I wrote, "I hope" to spend it in Europe then I might be tempting the fates not to allow me. Since I am master of my destiny, I would like to think if I say "I WILL" then I must.
Here are some things I am using to set my plan in motion:
I have proposed to the universe the fact that this is my intention.
I have taken 3 tutoring positions- 2 in school and 1 particular and I MUST save that money in my savings account to have for the trip.
I have alerted all the friends and family that I have who live in Europe to the fact that I will be there. (So as to have people to visit with and to provide for room and board.)
I have told all my friends I am going instead of making a list of friends who I would like to come with and asking them if they'd go with me, because if that was the case, if no-one said yes, I would be put off and end up cancelling.
Made up my mind that if I go alone, I go alone (not in the Taken film kind of alone, but alone nonetheless). If someone decides to come with, I am more than happy to take them on but if it's just me- so be it. I am actually looking forward to it with or without someone. (This bit sounds like I'm lonely, but really I'm writing it to show how independent I am-FAIL)
Lastly, I WILL,MUST,SHALL, never waiver under any circumstances on my goal. Europe it is. OR else. I don't know if I could forgive myself if I didn't go to Europe this summer. I am single, I have the means (sort of) and I'm young, when could be a better time?
I don't have any whole-hearted plans on coming back engaged to some Italian guy... (I want a Scot or Irish guy instead- just kidding. Sort of.) I know movies like P.S. I Love You and the like promote the fairytale that a girl goes abroad and meets the man of her dreams and then moves back with him stateside, and I certainly respect the fact that the probability of that happening is miniscule. But I did garnish the hope that maybe- and hell, if I'm PUTTING it out there in the world I am going to Europe, why not include me some true love?
I will go to Europe- however, the stops are a bit fuzzy. I have family in Spain, and Germany. I have friends in Estonia, and England. I want to visit, France and Italy. And all of the UK. And Switzerland and Austria. That's the only snag, but I am sure I'll figure it out I have till June 2010 to sort it out. And it's ok if I don't see everything. I'll be able to go again! OF COURSE!
What else can I project into the universe? Eternal health and beauty? Just kidding. I just want to live a long, happy, prosperous, loving, life. I want to share happiness with my friends and family as long as life will let me.
Alright, that said and done it's time to get on Expedia.com and book some travel. (Or at least glance at it.)
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Cool Weather
It's a cool 60-something degrees on this beautiful Sunday morning. Golly, (yes, I just used that term) it sure is nice to wake up bundled up in your sheets with the fresh outdoor air brushing your cheek (CHEESE-AY! But soooo nice).
Yester-DAY was super hot and I wondered, goodness are we ever going to get to experience a little bit of autumn weather in Miami? Well, not exactly but close enough. We went from burning up like the lady in Terminator, to Chilly Willy. It's not ideal but it's so relaxing. I love seasons. And as Daniel Tosh says, "That's why I live in a place that skips the shitty ones." I don't necessarily think there are such, but Miami is kind of a two weather-ed animal. HOT/RAINY or COOL/VERGE OF COLD. I enjoy all of these. I do wish I got to see leaves change but I have the comfort of knowing it's happening right now somewhere. (I close my eyes to hear a lone leaf fall off a redwood.- Ah, if only.)
I'm sitting in the master bedroom staring out my 5th floor window and I see lots of green, maybe a smidge of yellow, but I feel the cold air. Fall has at last come to Miami. It might be shortlived but break out your turtle necks and long boots. Even if it's just for a day.
Sitting here typing with my purple fingers, I feel at peace. It's Sunday, there's no school for the kids tomorrow and so I'll enjoy some quiet time to catch up on grading... in essence I am not concerned about whether I'm behind on something or my lesson plans haven't been drawn up yet. I know I am the architect of my destiny and I will get these things done. As a friend of mine likes to say, "Future Elaine will deal with this." It's not a nod to procrastination, it's an awareness that I will do what needs to be done but right now I have to enjoy what's happening. I'm exhilarated, not sleepy, I am kind of in the mood to kick back in a hoodie at the beach. But I think I'll sit here. Still.
I hate getting all hippie-like. But I am just feeling it, man! So great to not let everyday tedious stresses get to you, especially when we're all full to the brim of crazy on an everyday basis.
I've come to learn that there are three sounds I love.
Silence- because I notice I don't come by enough of it anymore. There's something soothing about complete silence, if you don't let it scare you.
Great conversation- because nothing is as engaging as listening to your parents talk about their youth, or historical facts about people and places you love, or reminiscing or hatching new plans of adventure with friends.
Music- when you don't necassarily want to turn to anyone or don't want to think about anything specific; immersing yourself in music is probably the greatest place on Earth to go. Regardless of the songs, Metallica, 50 Cent, Mariah Carey, or Enya. Music is universal and it helps you create your own personal universe.
I feel so at ease, I wonder if I'm on a trip of some sort? (SAY NO TO DRUGS KIDS!!!)
NO Twitter, No Facebook, or Myspace updates to send out, my phone is on vibrate in another room of the house. Even my little doggie is lounging.
Two words: Good Times.
Yester-DAY was super hot and I wondered, goodness are we ever going to get to experience a little bit of autumn weather in Miami? Well, not exactly but close enough. We went from burning up like the lady in Terminator, to Chilly Willy. It's not ideal but it's so relaxing. I love seasons. And as Daniel Tosh says, "That's why I live in a place that skips the shitty ones." I don't necessarily think there are such, but Miami is kind of a two weather-ed animal. HOT/RAINY or COOL/VERGE OF COLD. I enjoy all of these. I do wish I got to see leaves change but I have the comfort of knowing it's happening right now somewhere. (I close my eyes to hear a lone leaf fall off a redwood.- Ah, if only.)
I'm sitting in the master bedroom staring out my 5th floor window and I see lots of green, maybe a smidge of yellow, but I feel the cold air. Fall has at last come to Miami. It might be shortlived but break out your turtle necks and long boots. Even if it's just for a day.
Sitting here typing with my purple fingers, I feel at peace. It's Sunday, there's no school for the kids tomorrow and so I'll enjoy some quiet time to catch up on grading... in essence I am not concerned about whether I'm behind on something or my lesson plans haven't been drawn up yet. I know I am the architect of my destiny and I will get these things done. As a friend of mine likes to say, "Future Elaine will deal with this." It's not a nod to procrastination, it's an awareness that I will do what needs to be done but right now I have to enjoy what's happening. I'm exhilarated, not sleepy, I am kind of in the mood to kick back in a hoodie at the beach. But I think I'll sit here. Still.
I hate getting all hippie-like. But I am just feeling it, man! So great to not let everyday tedious stresses get to you, especially when we're all full to the brim of crazy on an everyday basis.
I've come to learn that there are three sounds I love.
Silence- because I notice I don't come by enough of it anymore. There's something soothing about complete silence, if you don't let it scare you.
Great conversation- because nothing is as engaging as listening to your parents talk about their youth, or historical facts about people and places you love, or reminiscing or hatching new plans of adventure with friends.
Music- when you don't necassarily want to turn to anyone or don't want to think about anything specific; immersing yourself in music is probably the greatest place on Earth to go. Regardless of the songs, Metallica, 50 Cent, Mariah Carey, or Enya. Music is universal and it helps you create your own personal universe.
I feel so at ease, I wonder if I'm on a trip of some sort? (SAY NO TO DRUGS KIDS!!!)
NO Twitter, No Facebook, or Myspace updates to send out, my phone is on vibrate in another room of the house. Even my little doggie is lounging.
Two words: Good Times.
Swine Flu
I hate to have to discuss this topic but it seems to be on everyone's tongue. I don't know much but I know I hate the flu... sang to the old school tune by Aaron Neville.
After my last post, literally the day after, I became so violently ill, I missed school for nearly a week! Did I have swine flu? Probably not. Please, remember folks, regular ole no-name flu can kill you too- swine flu is just like it's roided out cousin.
I doubt anyone likes getting sick and least of all when their isn't a caring, nurturing someone to baby you like Danny Tanner took care of Stephanie in that episode she kept proclaiming, "I'm siiiiiiiiiiick." I feel you girl!
I'll spare you the gory details but I was not a happy camper- especially because I'd had such an amazing night before the fevers, chills, and being debilitated.
Anyway, I was out of comission for a week, but I'm good now, and it certainly isn't my excuse for not writing in nearly a month. The real reason is, I didn't want to make my posts like a journal- I wanted to write insightful, humorous tidbits for all to enjoy. That is why I started (after a suggestion from a friend) to write "Morning Pages." She told me to grab a little journal write what's stuffing up my brain for 3 pages and not look back. I have found this exercise to be welcome and at the same time slow to become a habit. I miss a couple days and then out of guilt I write 9 pages... I can't go on like that! It's not the point! But it certainly does clear up clogs. I remember things better. I have more calm in my day to day, I'm happy to write. Hopefully, I can pick it up and do it everyday (although to be honest mine are more "evening pages" than anything else.)
Anyway this was just a bit of a spew post- where I wrote a couple random thoughts. Swine flu and "morning pages" have no relation except that they are both constants in my life one is visual and one auditory.
After my last post, literally the day after, I became so violently ill, I missed school for nearly a week! Did I have swine flu? Probably not. Please, remember folks, regular ole no-name flu can kill you too- swine flu is just like it's roided out cousin.
I doubt anyone likes getting sick and least of all when their isn't a caring, nurturing someone to baby you like Danny Tanner took care of Stephanie in that episode she kept proclaiming, "I'm siiiiiiiiiiick." I feel you girl!
I'll spare you the gory details but I was not a happy camper- especially because I'd had such an amazing night before the fevers, chills, and being debilitated.
Anyway, I was out of comission for a week, but I'm good now, and it certainly isn't my excuse for not writing in nearly a month. The real reason is, I didn't want to make my posts like a journal- I wanted to write insightful, humorous tidbits for all to enjoy. That is why I started (after a suggestion from a friend) to write "Morning Pages." She told me to grab a little journal write what's stuffing up my brain for 3 pages and not look back. I have found this exercise to be welcome and at the same time slow to become a habit. I miss a couple days and then out of guilt I write 9 pages... I can't go on like that! It's not the point! But it certainly does clear up clogs. I remember things better. I have more calm in my day to day, I'm happy to write. Hopefully, I can pick it up and do it everyday (although to be honest mine are more "evening pages" than anything else.)
Anyway this was just a bit of a spew post- where I wrote a couple random thoughts. Swine flu and "morning pages" have no relation except that they are both constants in my life one is visual and one auditory.
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