Meditating is one of my favorite things to do. It calms me down and allows me to be centered. Being centered allows me to think clearer and overall just be happy. Recently I’ve been meditating more outside and today I had an amazing experience meditating standing by my tree. It allows you to be more grounded and it felt amazing. I can’t really describe it, but it was an experience. I’ve also been trying to spend a lot of time outside to get sun (which is really healing). Just a few minutes of meditating outside really made my day! try it out for yourself!
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As we reach our half way mark through November, it’s time to really reflect on the month as a whole, while setting new goals for the rest of the month. It’s important to remember that you are the most important person in your life and that you deserve to be pampered. This pampering has to come from within. It’s time to do little things for yourself. Things like mediation, painting your nails, or just other simple things that make you happy. Pay attention to what you’re wearing and how you are carrying yourself. Your outside is a representation of the individual being you are on the inside. I’m saying all of this to say to chill out and enjoy yourself. The holiday season is approaching, meaning things will start to get busier and then slowly wind down as the New Year approaches. But I’m getting ahead of myself. As for right now, just try to take some time to appreciate yourself and set goals for the rest of the month. You deserve the absolute best and you need to treat yourself accordingly. As is well.
Everyone hits their wall. I mean this in a rhetorical emotional sense (unless you really hit a wall). This emotional wall is your safety zone. As you know it’s important to go out of your comfort zone because that’s how you learn. It’s important to make sure you’re in a safe space so your learning is good. It’s also really important to communicate. I’ve learned a lot this month, because for the last 20 days (it’ll be 20 tomorrow) I’ve been staying at Michigan State University, for a COE program (I want to be a teacher lol). The experience has been great as a whole, but I’ve learned a lot about myself and how I handle everything. I’ll admit I struggled with it. It’s harder to adjust to being with a group of people for so long. The first two weeks went smooth, but as time goes on there’s been various issues with communication that have affected our group. I think that this just reflects on how important communication is, especially in a group effort. Also I’ve learned that it’s important to stand up for your beliefs, no matter how it looks. Another thing I learned was it’s okay to not get stuff right the first time, because that’s what the second time is for, and they always say the third times the charm. It’s okay to make mistakes. It’s okay to be tired and get to that wall emotionally. When I hit the wall, and was just like I don’t know what to do, I realized that I’ve been surrounded by an extremely supportive group of people, who really care about me (and I care about them as well). It’s great to have a support system, especially when you’re away from home. I called this post tired because I was planning to talk about how change is okay and that sometimes you just get tired (it’s part of hitting the wall). Understand that sometimes things get hard and it’s okay sometimes to not be okay. That was the hardest thing for me to get. I just always thought everything has to be great, but sometimes it gets bad before it gets better. It takes effort and time and being uncomfortable in order for you to grow. Remember how it felt to grow as a child. It was awkward and you made a lot of mistakes (when my feet grew I stepped on my mom’s feet all the time). It’s going to be fine. I wish you all the best. Get some rest.
May 2nd, 2008
Seven years ago, I was ten years old. Around March or so (it was probably February), my mother noticed something around my lower stomach. The way she describes it was it was about the size of a golf ball. Shortly after, I went to the doctor to see what was wrong. I had to go to a specialist and get an ultra sound. Basically what they found out was it was a hernia. Hernias are defined as an exit of an organ, and is most common in boys. So on May 2nd, I had my surgery. It was extremely successful. But I’ll go back a little prior to the surgery. When I was in the fourth grade I became a feminist. I didn’t know what it was, but I became one. It started off with this book I read prior to my surgery, about successful women in the past. I read of Frieda Kahlo (one of my favorite artists (I just got to see her exhibit with Diego Rivera (I’ll blog about it later)), and Virigina Woolf. I was so inspired (in fact, at Beaumont I got a purple stuffed bear and I named her Virigina, after Virigina Woolf herself). Once my parents and I found out I needed the surgery, that’s the first time I remember seeing my dad cry (which to me know isn’t a big deal because deep down inside he’s a big baby). My mother never cried about it, she said its cause she knew I would be fine. Before I left school (I went to school the first of May), my class made these get well soon cards and it was a big ordeal. And one boy told me that he hoped I didn’t die. I had never thought about that, he got in trouble with my teacher who was extremely positive and uplifting who basically said that I would be fine. I pushed what the boy said right out of my mind, and I didn’t remember it until after the surgery. That day was somewhat a blur, I remember the hospital room, I remember wanting my grandmother, I even remember the anesthesiologist, and I remember being rolled into the surgery room and talking to some of my doctors. I remember waking up and asking the nurse where I was and hearing them page my family. I remember being wheeled out to the car. I remember running (my mom said I was really walking but whatever) into the house and my grandmother yelling at me. I remember the feeling of exhaustion and how good it felt to be home. I remember waking up and seeing my father praying over me so that I’d be fine. I also remember that nasty off-brand Jello we had. I remember playing with new toys and I remember the hello kitty friendship ring my best friend got me. I just remember not being able to go to school, on a field trip to see Hillary Clinton and Keke Palmer (I was so hurt). I healed quickly. I still have a slight scar, but it’s barely noticeable. Plus it’s always covered.