I didn't get birthday parties every year growing up, I only had about 2 or 3 actually. But when I went to college I decided I wanted to celebrate my birthdays with all of my friends.
Since i was 10 or 12, or maybe even younger, I've had fried rice on my birthday. It's my family's recipe so no one really knows how to make it, so I make it for everyone else.
Every year it's gotten a little bigger, and I love it. I invite everyone I know and I make fried rice for everyone, and usually get yelled at for making my own dinner.
This year was no different, I invited everyone and I had friends who live a few hours away even drive up, it made me so happy. Every year I can't believe how many amazing friends I have. And I think that's the greatest birthday present of all, a reminder of how loved I am.
We all need reminders like that, I think. We all have people that love us, and I don't care who you are, there is at least one person who loves you and cares about you.
I feel selfish, because I LOVE having my birthday, so I can be surrounded by people I love.
1/14/12
1/12/12
Just Dance
I can't express the incomparable joy I fell when I am dancing. Every time I get back into a dance class I remember how much I love it.
Currently, I am taking a Big Band Swing class; we've had a grand total of 2 lessons and I want to go join the big band club. I know the very basics of triple step, but it's enough for me.
Maybe it has to do with a guy holding me in close proximity to him without being weird; but as soon as the music starts and we start to move, doesn't matter what kind of day I've been having, I am smiling.
The same thing happened when I took ballroom 2 years ago. I even still enjoy the fox trot, although given the option I would pick rumba or tango any day.
I also enjoy just the fun school dances, even when I spend most of the slow songs up against the wall. But with the lights dimmed and all your friends around, you can jump around like crazies and laugh at absolutely nothing, getting completely high on life.
Maybe that's just what I need to remember on my bad days, maybe Lady GaGa was onto something. "Just dance, gonna be okay...da da da doo in."
Currently, I am taking a Big Band Swing class; we've had a grand total of 2 lessons and I want to go join the big band club. I know the very basics of triple step, but it's enough for me.
Maybe it has to do with a guy holding me in close proximity to him without being weird; but as soon as the music starts and we start to move, doesn't matter what kind of day I've been having, I am smiling.
The same thing happened when I took ballroom 2 years ago. I even still enjoy the fox trot, although given the option I would pick rumba or tango any day.
I also enjoy just the fun school dances, even when I spend most of the slow songs up against the wall. But with the lights dimmed and all your friends around, you can jump around like crazies and laugh at absolutely nothing, getting completely high on life.
Maybe that's just what I need to remember on my bad days, maybe Lady GaGa was onto something. "Just dance, gonna be okay...da da da doo in."
1/9/12
Rocks
We all have our challenges, no one can get out of them, it's just part of being human. And I feel like my trials are like rocks.
I've finally gotten it through my head that I can't change what has happened, the past is written in stone. I have to keep going forward, there is no point to being stagnant. However, I can decide what I use these "rocks" for.
I can put them in my backpack and carry around the extra weight I really don't need then; or I can use them to make stepping stones. I can keep building a path.
You learn a lot about building things as you grow up. You learn a lot about building things when you start building things. And I don't think anyone will argue that experience is the best teacher.
You have got to learn as you go, imagine if we never had. Life is full of the mistakes we make. Although, is it really a mistake? Maybe it's only a mistake if we don't learn anything from it.
Picking up the rocks are never easy, and we usually do carry them for awhile. But why do we keep them in our backpacks for so long? Lets build a new path.
Life is hard enough without the added weight.
I've finally gotten it through my head that I can't change what has happened, the past is written in stone. I have to keep going forward, there is no point to being stagnant. However, I can decide what I use these "rocks" for.
I can put them in my backpack and carry around the extra weight I really don't need then; or I can use them to make stepping stones. I can keep building a path.
You learn a lot about building things as you grow up. You learn a lot about building things when you start building things. And I don't think anyone will argue that experience is the best teacher.
You have got to learn as you go, imagine if we never had. Life is full of the mistakes we make. Although, is it really a mistake? Maybe it's only a mistake if we don't learn anything from it.
Picking up the rocks are never easy, and we usually do carry them for awhile. But why do we keep them in our backpacks for so long? Lets build a new path.
Life is hard enough without the added weight.
1/2/12
Playing in the Rain
It doesn't matter what stage of life I am in, I absolutely LOVE playing in the rain. I love jumping in puddles. I love watching the rainbows afterwards.
There is something so refreshing about playing in the rain. Something that makes life seem okay again. Maybe it's because I've still not learned how to be good at this being an adult thing, and playing in the rain is something kids do.
When I was younger, my family lived in Minnesota, and if you've ever lived in the mid-west you know every summer is full of storms. As long as there was no lightening, mom would let us play in the rain all we wanted. We would run around for what seemed like hours. (Time moves much slower when you're young) We never got bored. We would "swim" in the gutters like mermaids; to "wash" our hair we would stand on the rock under the neighbors rain gutter, where a full stream of constant water ran off the roof.
Well after awhile we moved, and we moved to a dessert like climate, where it never rained as much. Besides I was an "oh so mature" middle schooler, playing the rain was not on the top of my priority list. (although it secretly was) The problem was it never rained hard enough or long enough to really be able to go out and play. Not enough for any lasting memories to stick in my head.
Then, once again, my family moved. And now I was a senior in high school. So really all I wanted was to be a kid again, this growing up thing is kinda stressful sometimes. One spring day, (we'd moved to a much warmer climate so spring was much warmer than every other place I'd lived) it started to completely down pour. It was like the heavens had opened up and decided to tip buckets and buckets of water everywhere. I was at my friends house, took one look outside and proceeded to take all electronic devices out of my pockets. (so sad, I sometimes hate carrying a phone around. you can't just go play in water spontaneously.) within five minutes every minor in the house was outside playing. Jumping in puddles, determined to splash everyone with anything water we could, spinning around playing games trying to see who could stay up right on the slippery grass the longest; it was like being 7 again.
Now here I am, high school in the past, learning all these things you learn as a young adult, and sometimes I feel like I'm even getting the hang of this being an adult thing. But then spring comes, and early summer, and with it comes rain. Which means any chance I have, I get to be 7 again.
There is something so refreshing about playing in the rain. Something that makes life seem okay again. Maybe it's because I've still not learned how to be good at this being an adult thing, and playing in the rain is something kids do.
When I was younger, my family lived in Minnesota, and if you've ever lived in the mid-west you know every summer is full of storms. As long as there was no lightening, mom would let us play in the rain all we wanted. We would run around for what seemed like hours. (Time moves much slower when you're young) We never got bored. We would "swim" in the gutters like mermaids; to "wash" our hair we would stand on the rock under the neighbors rain gutter, where a full stream of constant water ran off the roof.
Well after awhile we moved, and we moved to a dessert like climate, where it never rained as much. Besides I was an "oh so mature" middle schooler, playing the rain was not on the top of my priority list. (although it secretly was) The problem was it never rained hard enough or long enough to really be able to go out and play. Not enough for any lasting memories to stick in my head.
Then, once again, my family moved. And now I was a senior in high school. So really all I wanted was to be a kid again, this growing up thing is kinda stressful sometimes. One spring day, (we'd moved to a much warmer climate so spring was much warmer than every other place I'd lived) it started to completely down pour. It was like the heavens had opened up and decided to tip buckets and buckets of water everywhere. I was at my friends house, took one look outside and proceeded to take all electronic devices out of my pockets. (so sad, I sometimes hate carrying a phone around. you can't just go play in water spontaneously.) within five minutes every minor in the house was outside playing. Jumping in puddles, determined to splash everyone with anything water we could, spinning around playing games trying to see who could stay up right on the slippery grass the longest; it was like being 7 again.
Now here I am, high school in the past, learning all these things you learn as a young adult, and sometimes I feel like I'm even getting the hang of this being an adult thing. But then spring comes, and early summer, and with it comes rain. Which means any chance I have, I get to be 7 again.
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