Round peg, Square Hole

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She’s a mess. A hot mess. A hot, crazy mess.

A hot, sleepless, thinking all the time, always starting projects, crazy MESS. Yes, she has flaws…plenty.

She’s here and she’s there. She has lost her mind, yet she has a calming spirit. She’s sarcastic but caring. She’ll drop some mad cash on a good bra, otherwise she’s pretty resourceful.

She drinks a little… Well… I don’t have a counter for that one.

She likes tacky glitter as well as a beautiful set of pearls. She enjoys country concerts but raps some Iggy Azalea in her car. Today she’s on edge. Tomorrow she’s sweet as pie.

She went from teenage mother to graduate student.

She encourages, has warm conversations, changes lives, and makes some pretty cool stuff 🙂

Quite frankly, I love that she’s all over the place…

because she’s me.

My personality runs in circles, sorry if I’m making you dizzy.

Forever I couldn’t figure out why I would spend 6-8 months out of the year feeling inspired, then…nothing. A few months pass. Oh! Oh! She’s back. Finally, I realized something…

That’s just how I am.

What an epiphany. I had just discovered what I already knew. No, I accepted it. There’s nothing wrong with not fitting in a mold. As a matter of fact, I can’t find a single stereotype where I belong. And I LOVE it.

You. Can’t. Put. Me. In. A. Box.

I’m the round peg. The world is a square hole.

Sly girl

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We LOVE Too Much

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The other day my 14-year-old sister opened a conversation with me by declaring, “You know there is a difference between loving someone and being “in love.”

“Huh?” I replied. “Who’s your source? Are you claiming that this is your belief, or merely an idea presented to you by someone else?”

The opening to this conversation got me thinking… Like I find myself so often. There’s no black or white in the area of love. Love is based on inner experience, rather than fact.

Have you ever counted how many times we, and others, use the term in a day????

We LOVE that show! We LOVE summer time. We LOVE our new iPhones! We LOVE the word LOVE! The “word” is rhetorical, exaggerated, and overused. Not to say I’m not guilty of the overblown use of LOVE myself. I LOVE me some chocolate cake!

We also LOVE others. But how can we put a universal truth to “the word” when it has been used so excessively?

Love is within one’s self. It’s subjective. What does it mean to you? Is LOVE an action? Is it a feeling? Or, is it both?

With LOVE,
Sly girl

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Your Addiction Betrays You

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My girlfriend smokes. Until recently this fact of and within itself did not bother me. One can go on and on about how the she is damaging her health and that I should be concerned with that but I’m not. Many men would blubber that smoking will damage her aesthetically by causing wrinkles, yellowing teeth and receding gums but I have seen no evidence of that either. No I was not particularly concerned with her smoking being she was a smoker before me and I have accepted that as something she does. Now me being who I am and doing as I does, I do tease her about her addiction. You see a smoker thinks about smoking. They pre-plan events with their addiction in mind. Before we go out to social events we have to take time for her to smoke because I don’t allow smoking in my truck. When…

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Beauty is Pain

I stumbled upon this ironic phrase a few days ago, and it’s been floating around in my mind ever since. Beautiful agony. Yet, such a broad idea. What does it mean? Some may see the expression as an oxymoron. Others believe the two words fit like a glove.

The “ART of Disruption” in ones life.

The struggle one endures in order to persevere.

The physical anxiety one suffers previous to the awe of an epiphany.

The subtle pain moments before reaching most intense point of satisfaction.

And then I crave it… Dissonance.

Not because I want to be unhappy or love “drama.” No. The complete opposite. This form of discomfort leads to a state of harmony.

Beautiful is the adjective that describes the aftermath of the Agony.

Like they’ve always said…

Beauty is pain,
Sly girl

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Success is often accidental

So true! Check out the link to “How Weird News Makes Great Storytelling.” It’s wittily funny and accurate and has such an incredible breakdown!

The Red Pen of Doom

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How many times have you seen somebody trip, or do something stupid, then they act like, “Oh, I meant to do that?”

The reverse is actually more interesting: you did something random and unintentional and it turned out great.

I didn’t write a silly blog post with the intention of WordPress putting it on the front page. Which is probably why they did. You can’t force it.

Here’s that post: How weird news teaches us great storytelling

So a big thanks to the editors at WP and all the people who visited, commented and subscribed. Returned the favor if you had a blog on WP.

If you have suggestions or requests, hit me up in the comments or the emails. Three quick examples:

  • Music Video Monday – Nominate an insanely great video, or something so awful that it begs to be dissected.
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Thinking About Thinking

“Metacognition is one of the latest buzz words in educational psychology, but what exactly is metacognition? Metacognition enables us to be successful learners, and has been associated with intelligence.” –Jennifer Livingston

Metacognition has often been simply defined by some as “thinking about thinking.” But…I’m kind of exhausted from thinking about my thinking, even while I am thinking about my thinking, in order to make my thinking better. I think my thinking is getting better when I think about it, but it’s hard to come home after all day of thinking and then have to think about what I thought all day then write a blog. See, aren’t you tired now too? It’s a lot of thinking!

What if I switched gears for a little bit and think about what I’m feeling?

Is there a super sophisticated term for thinking about what you are feeling?

My thoughts,
Sly girl