Happy Things

I’ve probably written this post 800 times. (Do I even have that many posts?)

I don’t do winter. I don’t do cloudy. And I read blogs all the time about how to beat winter blues, SAD, whatever. But it’s different for everyone. Here’s my personal list for this winter:

  • Go outside even when it’s cloudy/cold/rainy. By staying inside when it’s cold, we train our brains to fear the cold. Instead, bundle up and go outside. Reverse the fear.
  • Fill my time with meaningful things. I love learning new things, but when my motivation is null, I’m not likely to teach myself something. So suggestion: sign up for a class, like at Joann’s. You paid for it. You have someone relying on you to be there and to succeed. So I asked a friend to give me art lessons. Coursera is also a good option.
  • Exercise in the mornings. The sun in up for about 10 hours a day, starting at 6:45am and ending around 5pm. Doesn’t it make sense to be awake for the entire time the sun is? Wake up with the sun, get your blood pumping, and start your day. Then by the time the sun goes to sleep, you’ll feel okay staying in and relaxing.
  • Socialize. It’s honestly as easy as “I’m going to Target, want to come?” or “Got you some ice cream, let’s eat it and chat for a minute.” Socializing is good for so many reason. Serving others boosts their mood and yours. You get to rejoice with others in their accomplishments. Mourning with those that mourn puts your own woes into perspective. Just having that sense of community does amazing things. Then there’s the more selfish reason- socializing expands your support network. If you need help, there will be someone there to cry with you.

Always more happy things to think about, but this is a solid list. I can’t really focus on more than a few goals at once, so I’ll stick with four.

Humble

I have got to straighten out my priorities. And here’s how…

Things I think I need to work on:

  • Exercising more
  • Having better hobbies
  • Making more money
  • Eating better
  • Using my time more productively

Things I actually need to work on:

  • Judging less
  • Treating people better
  • Trusting God
  • Generally being a better person

I always seem to forget that my elevator speech (Hi I’m Rachel. I like blah blah and I do blah blah) matters way way way less than who I actually am. So…like…treating people the very best is way more important than the kinds of things I can brag about.

That’s sort of what I learned yesterday from Amanda.

 

Determined

Determined is not a word that I ever use to describe myself. Right along with motivated or passionate. I get easily discouraged and frankly, I’m just lazy. I can stick with something for like a month, 6 weeks tops.

But what I am is creative, easily excited, and always willing to learn. I love to take on the 30-day challenge type things. so I’m going to try a new one each month. So far this year, I’ve done yoga challenges and a drawing of the day challenge. I’m currently in this healthy eating/exercise thing. (4 days into a 6-month stretch. woo.) But coming up…

November is National Novel Writing Month, aka NaNoWriMo. 30 days of writing. 1667 words per day. 50,000 words total. A novel… well, a mini novel. This is my fourth year. It’ll possibly be the worst year since I don’t even have the slightest clue what I’ll write. Options in my head at the moment: non-fiction biography type thing. short story collection. sci-fi. Harry Potter fanfic.

I’ll attempt to post on here a few times a week some quotes or snippets. Don’t count on it since nanowrimo is (in my head) about writing super crappy novels in way too short a time. But I’ll try. As motivation.

K. Thanks.

Read This If You’re 23 And Lost

Word.

Thought Catalog

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So you’re 23 and you have no idea what comes next.

First of all, congratulations. You’re ahead of the game.

Do you know how long most people wait to realize that they’re lost? Do you know many people never do? Do you understand how many people go through their entire lives aimlessly floundering; only to realize at the very end of it that none of what they did was what they wanted? It’s a lot more than you’d think. And most of those people thought they had it all figured out at twenty-three.

After all, it’s not so hard to be found when you are twenty-three years old. There are infinite hoards of people who will tell you what to do and where to go. There are endless opportunities for you to make money and prosper. All you have to do is let go of what you want…

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Murder

Research for the murder moves along nicely as I read about mentally insane children who kill their families. I may start dreaming more violent dreams. Please warn my husband.

As far as writing every day goes, vacation makes it slightly difficult. Perhaps, on occasion, reading is more productive than writing. Perhaps.

On Being

It’s been a struggle-filled sort of month where I want to be so many things, but I just can’t get out of bed or off the couch or out of the fridge. I’m a lazy bum more days than not, and I can’t figure out how to motivate myself.

And then I finally bothered my husband about it, and we talked while I cried for hours in the middle of the night. In the end, my darling helped me realize that I need to spend time with myself and a piece of paper to figure out what the heck I want to be. Continue reading

How it could have ended.

It started at the very beginning of our third week in our brand new apartment. And I mean brand new. We are the first ones to live here, my new husband and I.

It was his fourth day of his second to last semester at the university. On this day in particular, he only had one class, but it was a three hour class, so I was home by myself. It’s not something I’m used to, the whole being alone thing. I come from a family of eight. That’s right; second of six kids. From the moment I was born to like, last year or something, I didn’t know the meaning of alone. And really, I still don’t. He’s gone for maybe eight hours at a time. Gosh, it sounds pathetic that I snap my head at any slight creak the walls make. And since it’s been so windy, the walls creak a lot. Talk about whiplash.

Anyways, it was a Thursday, and the door got a knock. Continue reading