For some reason I've been a lot more touched by all of the posts on social media about 9/11 this year than I have in the past. Maybe part of it is I am a lot less numb, and more open to my emotions. Maybe part of it is I have learned better how to connect with people, so the reality of what happened that day has sunk in more.
I was six years old at the time, sitting in the corner of our family room, watching Clifford, the Big Red Dog with my brother, who had just turned four. Clifford wasn't my favorite, but it was better than whatever was on the other PBS station at that given half hour.
My parents suddenly came rushing downstairs, my mom holding my baby brother. My dad took the remote and changed the channel. I protested, we had been watching first! He was turning to the news, which was boring. Suddenly I was really interested in watching Clifford.
Two really tall buildings were on fire. I probably asked what happened. I don't remember if my parents told me, or if I found out by replays of the planes hitting. I didn't care so much about my TV show anymore, and the news didn't seem quite as boring. (My parents had actually only heard about the Pentagon on the radio, they didn't find out about New York until coming downstairs)
I watched in amazement as the first tower fell. I think I actually missed most of it, I was too busy asking questions or had gotten bored of watching coverage of buildings on fire. My parents eventually went upstairs, but I was glued to the screen. Only one building was there now, and I watched that one fall. I ran upstairs to tell my mom, who was changing my brother's diaper. She just nodded sadly.
I didn't understand why she didn't rush down to see. It was exciting to my six-year old mind. It didn't occur to me that there would still be people in the buildings, they had been on fire for long enough that everyone would have gotten out, right? I was more concerned about the people that were in the planes that had crashed. I knew they didn't have a chance.
I saw the footage of the Pentagon, and the field in Pennsylvania. I was confused as to why and how a plane crashed into a field. I think that flight was the one I thought most about.
I had no idea how much my life would change that day. I actually remember very little about the world before that day. I think it made me aware of the world in general. I had last been on a plane as an infant, so had no memory of planes, I didn't even know at that point that I had ever been on one. I became scared of the idea of flying on a plane. I watched the news a lot. I wanted to know more about what happened. Keep in mind, I was SIX years old.
Shortly after it all happened I had a nightmare where a plane crashed into our driveway. I was scared that it really would happen (I really didn't have a sense of how big a plane actually is). I asked my parents what we would do if that were to happen. They tried to tell me it wouldn't, but finally calmed my fears by telling me a plane would hit our neighbor's two-story house before hitting our one-story house, let alone our driveway.
I learned a lot about patriotism. We put up our flag. There was a memorial program on TV with music and flags and speakers. It aired on EVERY CHANNEL. Well, all except one. That was an education channel and had a math program with a hand writing on a whiteboard, which I thought was funny. I thought it was incredible though that everyone would be playing the same thing, and flipped through the channels when my parents left the room.
I was sad. I was sad for the people who had died on the planes. I was sad for the people I found out didn't make it out of the buildings. I was sad the buildings had collapsed. I drew a picture on the computer of the planes hitting each location. I don't know if that file still exists. If it does, I don't currently have access to it. It somehow helped me to cope. Even years later.
This was also when I started paying attention to politics. I remember watching President Bush talking about the terrorists. I remember hearing about going to war. I thought that World War III was going to start. My uncle was deployed. Some friends moved in a couple years later whose dad was deployed.
I heard about all of these bad things, but I also heard the good stories. That the plane that crashed in Pennsylvania was supposed to crash into another building, but the people on board didn't let that happen. That people were coming together to help the families, the people in New York, and they found survivors in the rubble. People didn't go to work that day for whatever reason, and they were safe.
I still hear stories of good things that happened. One of my favorites is of the people in Gander, Newfoundland, Canada that were so hospitable to the people who were stranded in Gander because their flights were grounded there. I'd only hear that one in the past few years, after having visited Gander several times and talking about it often.
Why is it that so often it is tragedy that brings us together? It doesn't have to be something world changing like 9/11, it could be something like a timely death in the family, wildfires threatening cities, as is currently happening in my state, a person going missing.
How do we instead come together before tragedy strikes? I don't know the answer, but I have some ideas of things that I've seen bring people together for happy reasons. The arrival of a new baby, a wedding, the return of someone living away for an extended time, a weekly book or game group, a friendly sporting activity (cough, cough, including swordfighting), a graduation, a birthday or anniversary.
I hope that we can begin to bring each other together more. This world needs it, especially as it tries to pull itself apart. I know that with the right mindset we can begin to make a difference in small ways.
Monday, September 17, 2018
Monday, September 3, 2018
How Will You Tell Your Story?
Something that has really stood out to me lately are stories. I've run into more writers lately, just by happenstance, but I've also talked to a number of people that wouldn't call themselves writers, but have a story to share and are trying to find a way to do so.
My opinion is that everyone has a story to share. The way they share that story however, will not always be the same as anyone else. Some people, like myself, write stories. We take principles and situations and put it in a fictional setting. We take the things that we have learned through the school of hard knocks and put it in a format for people to read, while disguising some of the details and/or names. The joke goes around to not get on the bad side of a writer, they will find a way to put you in a book and kill you. While there hasn't been anyone in real life I've wanted to kill off in a story, there have been hard situations I've been in that I want to include in my writing so that others can learn from them and not have to go through the same thing.
Other people are verbal storytellers. They love to be in front of an audience and tell their stories. They use gestures, actions, and facial cues to help show what they want to share. Oftentimes they will record these stories, whether on an audio or actually filming themselves telling their stories.
Another fairly common way people tell the story inside of them is through acting. Whether through movies or the stage, people love to tell stories through acting, and people love to watch. Personally, this is another one off my favorites, and I have actually written a play. I just can't decide which role in it I'd want to play!
Some other storytelling methods seem more abstract. Music is often used to tell a story. How many songs do you love because you relate to them so much? The music doesn't even have to have lyrics. Think of movie soundtracks, think of the great composers. I know that I've created pictures in my head while listening to Beethoven's fifth symphony, even before seeing Fantasia do it.
Speaking of pictures, that can be another way stories are told. Whether actual photographs, or other modes, such as painting or drawing. This weekend I helped at an event, which I knew some of the storyline, but seeing the pictures afterwards (I was only there for a few hours on the second day of the event) a whole new portion of the storyline came to light, and it was epic! It made me sad I hadn't been there for all of it!
One of my favorites that is a little less common is role playing. Much like acting in a play, but where there is no script, or you are given a lot of leeway on how to get to a plot point. The event I was helping with this weekend was a simulation, where I was a captain in the villain army. I knew that in the end I would end up dead on the battlefield, but I also knew that in the meantime I would provide a formidable roadblock for the heroines (little girls in this case) in achieving their goals of saving their king, and I had a bit of leeway in how I did that. Other role playing things I have done are tabletop games (RPGs such as Dungeons and Dragons) where you have a character working with others to complete quests that an overseeing player gives them, and live action role play (or LARP) which is similar to a simulation, but doesn't necessarily have a specific way it will end, but with the character and cooperation aspect of RPGs.
Other modes I'm thinking of at the moment that tell stories: Sculpture (including clay, composite, carving, smithing, origami, etc.), dance, architecture, gardening and landscaping, cooking, blogging (which can combine several of these methods), board and video games, and I know there are others.
Which method is your favorite? What have I not covered that deserves a mention?
Monday, August 13, 2018
Lessons from a Duel
So, I challenged a friend to a duel last weekend, or an honor battle as we call it in our swordfighting group. I never expected to learn so many lessons from what some might consider silly or unwise.
It all started when I updated my cover photo on Facebook to a picture of my friend Jarom and I swordfighting. Another friend made a comment about the event we were at, and eventually Jarom claimed I couldn't and hadn't beat him at all (His persona at this event was a barbarian god-king).
I posted a picture that I took at the event after I had defeated him, which he claimed was photoshopped. I posted a second picture I took as a second witness, which he also claimed I edited. (Lesson #1, don't argue with trollers 😂)
So, since he wasn't dropping it, I decided to actually edit a photo so not only was he defeated, I was in a victorious stance. We bantered back and forth, and I finally challenged him to an honor battle. He had besmirched my honor. We both knew who was right, and that I could defeat him. He readily accepted.
We took it off of Facebook at that point. I realized that we'd need to agree on weapons, since we both know multiple rules on them. I thought I remembered that the person challenged got to choose weapons, and looked up the rules on dueling. Sure enough, he got to pick. I also learned a lot more details on dueling, those will be useful to me as an author...
In my research I learned more about a couple of people on our currency. I had already known that Alexander Hamilton (on the $10 bill) was killed in a duel, but what I didn't know was that Andrew Jackson (on the $20 bill) was a bit of a duelist himself. No one knows for sure, but it is estimated he participated anywhere from 10 to 100 duels. I connected myself more to Jackson, since he had won duels. I felt more of a connection to both of them as this experience went on.
The feelings and emotions soon started to hit.
Fear
Could I really beat him in a duel in front of a bunch of people? (He was kind enough to plant that one) Was I making a terrible mistake? What would happen if I lost? What would happen if I won?
Anger
Who did he think he was, posting untruths on my Facebook page? (Granted, it was only in the comments) Why wouldn't he drop it? He and I are actually fantastic friends, and I knew he was doing it in jest, and I was egging him on as well, so this feeling didn't last long at all. I think most of it came from the character I was playing, who was mad at the god-king of the barbarians anyway.
Confidence
Heck yeah I could beat him! I had killed him with my limp arm that day! How many times had I beaten him one on one? About 50%! If nothing else, we had agreed to fight twice! I knew he saw me as a formidable opponent. I was in the right, that meant that I had truth on my side as well!
Embarrassment
What was I doing? Anyone watching must have thought I was crazy! Why was I telling people about this? Should I call it off? But what would that say about me?
Sadness
This one really started to hit the day before and the day of the duel. Why did I feel like I had to fight one of my best friends? Would this hurt our friendship? Things seemed funny at work sometimes (no duh?).
I was grateful to recognize each of these as they came. It was valuable to see how they affected me, and what triggered them. I try to study my emotions not only for myself, but to make me a better writer and author. There was one other extremely important one, but I'll address that later.
I knew that I needed to visualize a positive outcome, victory! As this all was happening we were actually working at an event that teaches positive mindset. I tried to see myself striking the winning blow, and what would happen afterwards, but my writer brain wanted to see all the possibilities. "Thank you brain, I will file that for future use in a story . . . That one too, but let's focus on this outcome please." I have some work to do there...
My manager helped me with this by posing a figure in a victorious stance and labeling it:
Jarom actually suggested that I hire a skilled fighter in our group to train me, because he already had. My pride rejected the idea (I didn't need that!), but I seriously considered it. I knew it would be valuable, and I had previously considered hiring this person anyway. I contacted him that night, and we arranged to meet the next day. (I challenged Jarom on Thursday, the fight was on Tuesday)
The morning we were going to train I was feeling a bit nervous about the whole thing as I was doing my daily declarations, statements of who I am. My first one is "I am good enough." That one had actually been getting me down lately because I wanted to be more than good enough. As I said it that morning though, it took on a new meaning. "I am good enough. . . to beat Jarom!" I knew my mindset needed to be positive, and this was going to help immensely with it. It also helped me with that declaration in general.
Training proved to be incredibly valuable. Not only did I learn shots to throw, I learned swordfighting mindset. I had figured some stuff out on my own over the almost two years I've done swordfighting, and picked up some tips here and there from others, but having a mentor or teacher really makes a difference. Just by the outcome of our spars I could tell I was improving. On top of that, he gave me some specific pointers to fight Jarom. Talk about a confidence boost!
Talking to Jarom the next day, he mentioned he hadn't decided yet if he was going to win or not, how hard he was going to fight. I wasn't about to tell him to go all out, though I decided I could still beat him if he did. That had an effect on my mindset, scaring me, giving me hope, and making me more determined all at the same time.
One thing I was grateful for, was though we would talk trash up until the duel, we could still work together effectively, and we were still friends. I had an issue I needed to solve at work, and he helped me find a solution as if nothing had ever happened. I tried to do the same. This reinforced a skill I already have been working on as a writer, separating stories from real life. There are principles to learn from stories for sure, but you can't live inside of them. You have to separate yourself from a character you are connected to, whether that is someone in a book you are reading (or writing), or a role-playing character, as was the case here.
The ironic part? The day of the fight as we were playing games before our duel Jarom and I ended up on the same team most of the time. At one point when we were both waiting to jump back into a game he said something that really got me thinking. "You know there won't be a winner, right?"
At first I thought he was saying that because we had an even number of fights planned, but he explained what I had been thinking earlier that was making me sad, that it meant one of us had to lose, which could harm our friendship, and we'd both lose.
The moment finally came. Everyone circled up around us and we explained why we were having an honor battle. In the process, he admitted that he was lying and the pictures were real, but we were still going to fight. I felt vindicated, my honor had been restored, but I still wanted to win the fight.
Everyone started chanting, the cameras started rolling, and we tapped swords. Ultimately, he won both fights (with some incredible moves I must say), but I also felt that I had fought well. I felt a bit deflated, and it really hit me the next day, but we congratulated each other and our friendship was back to normal.
Some of the other lessons I learned, but not necessarily thorough a particular instance were:
Throughout the whole experience I felt a great sense of gratitude. Gratitude that I could be learning some of these life lessons in a safe manner, that wouldn't have a drastic negative consequence, but many lasting good ones. (That's what play is for, isn't it?) I didn't actually die is a great result! Grateful that when needed, we could put aside our funny little squabble and get things done, or just have a mutual respect for one another and normal conversation. Grateful that we were both able to be quick to forgive, and give kudos to each other.
In summery, here are most of the lessons I learned:
It was a lot of fun, though I'm glad it's over and don't necessarily recommend challenging your friend to a duel. We are having fun sharing the videos and watching the footage to further improve. I've received a lot of unsolicited consolation, which has helped me continue to feel that support I felt leading up to the duel. I feel joy in the ultimate outcome: No hard feelings, lessons learned, skills increased, a good time had, and many of our friends entertained.
It all started when I updated my cover photo on Facebook to a picture of my friend Jarom and I swordfighting. Another friend made a comment about the event we were at, and eventually Jarom claimed I couldn't and hadn't beat him at all (His persona at this event was a barbarian god-king).
I posted a picture that I took at the event after I had defeated him, which he claimed was photoshopped. I posted a second picture I took as a second witness, which he also claimed I edited. (Lesson #1, don't argue with trollers 😂)
So, since he wasn't dropping it, I decided to actually edit a photo so not only was he defeated, I was in a victorious stance. We bantered back and forth, and I finally challenged him to an honor battle. He had besmirched my honor. We both knew who was right, and that I could defeat him. He readily accepted.
We took it off of Facebook at that point. I realized that we'd need to agree on weapons, since we both know multiple rules on them. I thought I remembered that the person challenged got to choose weapons, and looked up the rules on dueling. Sure enough, he got to pick. I also learned a lot more details on dueling, those will be useful to me as an author...
In my research I learned more about a couple of people on our currency. I had already known that Alexander Hamilton (on the $10 bill) was killed in a duel, but what I didn't know was that Andrew Jackson (on the $20 bill) was a bit of a duelist himself. No one knows for sure, but it is estimated he participated anywhere from 10 to 100 duels. I connected myself more to Jackson, since he had won duels. I felt more of a connection to both of them as this experience went on.
The feelings and emotions soon started to hit.
Fear
Could I really beat him in a duel in front of a bunch of people? (He was kind enough to plant that one) Was I making a terrible mistake? What would happen if I lost? What would happen if I won?
Anger
Who did he think he was, posting untruths on my Facebook page? (Granted, it was only in the comments) Why wouldn't he drop it? He and I are actually fantastic friends, and I knew he was doing it in jest, and I was egging him on as well, so this feeling didn't last long at all. I think most of it came from the character I was playing, who was mad at the god-king of the barbarians anyway.
Confidence
Heck yeah I could beat him! I had killed him with my limp arm that day! How many times had I beaten him one on one? About 50%! If nothing else, we had agreed to fight twice! I knew he saw me as a formidable opponent. I was in the right, that meant that I had truth on my side as well!
Embarrassment
What was I doing? Anyone watching must have thought I was crazy! Why was I telling people about this? Should I call it off? But what would that say about me?
Sadness
This one really started to hit the day before and the day of the duel. Why did I feel like I had to fight one of my best friends? Would this hurt our friendship? Things seemed funny at work sometimes (no duh?).
I was grateful to recognize each of these as they came. It was valuable to see how they affected me, and what triggered them. I try to study my emotions not only for myself, but to make me a better writer and author. There was one other extremely important one, but I'll address that later.
I knew that I needed to visualize a positive outcome, victory! As this all was happening we were actually working at an event that teaches positive mindset. I tried to see myself striking the winning blow, and what would happen afterwards, but my writer brain wanted to see all the possibilities. "Thank you brain, I will file that for future use in a story . . . That one too, but let's focus on this outcome please." I have some work to do there...
My manager helped me with this by posing a figure in a victorious stance and labeling it:
Rebecca
Victory
over Jarom
Jarom actually suggested that I hire a skilled fighter in our group to train me, because he already had. My pride rejected the idea (I didn't need that!), but I seriously considered it. I knew it would be valuable, and I had previously considered hiring this person anyway. I contacted him that night, and we arranged to meet the next day. (I challenged Jarom on Thursday, the fight was on Tuesday)
The morning we were going to train I was feeling a bit nervous about the whole thing as I was doing my daily declarations, statements of who I am. My first one is "I am good enough." That one had actually been getting me down lately because I wanted to be more than good enough. As I said it that morning though, it took on a new meaning. "I am good enough. . . to beat Jarom!" I knew my mindset needed to be positive, and this was going to help immensely with it. It also helped me with that declaration in general.
Training proved to be incredibly valuable. Not only did I learn shots to throw, I learned swordfighting mindset. I had figured some stuff out on my own over the almost two years I've done swordfighting, and picked up some tips here and there from others, but having a mentor or teacher really makes a difference. Just by the outcome of our spars I could tell I was improving. On top of that, he gave me some specific pointers to fight Jarom. Talk about a confidence boost!
Talking to Jarom the next day, he mentioned he hadn't decided yet if he was going to win or not, how hard he was going to fight. I wasn't about to tell him to go all out, though I decided I could still beat him if he did. That had an effect on my mindset, scaring me, giving me hope, and making me more determined all at the same time.
One thing I was grateful for, was though we would talk trash up until the duel, we could still work together effectively, and we were still friends. I had an issue I needed to solve at work, and he helped me find a solution as if nothing had ever happened. I tried to do the same. This reinforced a skill I already have been working on as a writer, separating stories from real life. There are principles to learn from stories for sure, but you can't live inside of them. You have to separate yourself from a character you are connected to, whether that is someone in a book you are reading (or writing), or a role-playing character, as was the case here.
The ironic part? The day of the fight as we were playing games before our duel Jarom and I ended up on the same team most of the time. At one point when we were both waiting to jump back into a game he said something that really got me thinking. "You know there won't be a winner, right?"
At first I thought he was saying that because we had an even number of fights planned, but he explained what I had been thinking earlier that was making me sad, that it meant one of us had to lose, which could harm our friendship, and we'd both lose.
The moment finally came. Everyone circled up around us and we explained why we were having an honor battle. In the process, he admitted that he was lying and the pictures were real, but we were still going to fight. I felt vindicated, my honor had been restored, but I still wanted to win the fight.
Everyone started chanting, the cameras started rolling, and we tapped swords. Ultimately, he won both fights (with some incredible moves I must say), but I also felt that I had fought well. I felt a bit deflated, and it really hit me the next day, but we congratulated each other and our friendship was back to normal.
Some of the other lessons I learned, but not necessarily thorough a particular instance were:
- The importance of integrity: Because I knew that I had been truthful (other than the third image I actually edited) I knew I had a footing to stand on. I also realized that the one falsified image, though done in fun, weakened my position. I was still fully truthful after that, but it tainted my argument and I had to be careful about how I worded things to make sure what I was saying was true.
- The importance of support: Though at times I felt ridiculous, I kept telling people about the adventure I was on. I was pleasantly surprised about the amount of support I was receiving, and I even had someone tell me "you'd better win!" I felt that nearly everyone was on my side, they had sympathy, but no matter the outcome they would support me. Even Jarom was supportive!
- The importance of humility: Had I practiced a bit more humility to begin with this whole thing wouldn't have even happened. I could have just dropped the conversation. There are much better ways to resolve things than by a physical fight, and I think a lot of the world today forgets that. We don't have duels like we used to, but we still have violence for a lot of the same seemingly petty reasons. The violent way things are often resolved now can often catch others in the crossfire. Also, had I not practiced humility and gotten some training I would not have the skills I do now, nor would I have fared as well in our battle.
Throughout the whole experience I felt a great sense of gratitude. Gratitude that I could be learning some of these life lessons in a safe manner, that wouldn't have a drastic negative consequence, but many lasting good ones. (That's what play is for, isn't it?) I didn't actually die is a great result! Grateful that when needed, we could put aside our funny little squabble and get things done, or just have a mutual respect for one another and normal conversation. Grateful that we were both able to be quick to forgive, and give kudos to each other.
In summery, here are most of the lessons I learned:
- Don't argue with trollers
- How duels work(ed)
- History on some founding fathers
- The impact of emotions
- Positive visualization
- Positive mindset (I am good enough, etc.)
- Swordfighting skills
- Separation of story from real life
- Importance of practice (I practiced a lot with my siblings up to the battle)
- How valuable friendship is
- Better ways to resolve things
- Importance of integrity
- Importance of support
- Importance of humility
It was a lot of fun, though I'm glad it's over and don't necessarily recommend challenging your friend to a duel. We are having fun sharing the videos and watching the footage to further improve. I've received a lot of unsolicited consolation, which has helped me continue to feel that support I felt leading up to the duel. I feel joy in the ultimate outcome: No hard feelings, lessons learned, skills increased, a good time had, and many of our friends entertained.
Sunday, August 5, 2018
Passions
What are you passionate about? This can be an interesting question because in can be interpreted a lot of different ways. I'm not talking about things you're interested in or just like doing, I'm talking about things that stir your soul.
Upon looking up the word "passionate" in the dictionary this is the first result I receive: "Showing or expressing strong beliefs, interest, or enthusiasm." (There are other uses for this word that are related, but my focus today is using this definition.) Some things that I have determined I am passionate about are first and foremost my relationship with my Heavenly Father as well as my Savior, writing, and music. There are others, but these are the ones in my mind that mean the most to me right now.
The one that I'll focus on most is writing, which I think in large portion really comes down to storytelling for me. I've been telling stories for as long as I can remember, whether verbally, through acting, through daydreaming, or thorough writing. I remember writing my first "book" when I was about three years old. I drew the pictures, stapled them together, and had my parents transcribe my description. It was about a dinosaur named Harry who was sad because while all the other dinosaurs were hairy, he hadn't had a single hair come in yet (My three year old self probably knew dinosaurs didn't grow hair, but my imagination grasped the idea of "what if?"). By the end of the book he was starting to grow hair and was so excited. I even wrote a sequel!
The interesting thing about the fact that I love writing is that my spelling used to be terrible. Even though I've loved stories and reading from a very young age the actual writing aspect was a struggle for a long time. Spellcheck was my best friend, and even then it sometimes couldn't figure out the word I was trying to spell. In the three times I participated in the spelling bee I went out in the first round twice. It wasn't until I was fourteen that I had much confidence in my ability to spell. That was the last year that I could do the spelling bee, and I lost the tiebreaker for third place, taking fourth! The really funny part? The words I missed were "falsetto" and "vibrato," both music related words.
Did I let my struggling spelling skills hold me back? No! I continued to create stories, whether I actually wrote them or not. I went to events at my local library with guest authors and wished that there was even a chance for aspiring writers to earn enough money to make a living. The idea of being an author greatly appealed to me, but I thought it was impractical. (Did I bother asking the guest authors? Er, no.)
I pushed away the idea for years. I just didn't see it as possible. I was still a kid, and I was letting stigmas crush my dreams, though I didn't see it at the time. Do. Not. Let. Your. Dreams. Be. Crushed. Had I truly believed in my passion (though I didn't realize then that's what it was) at the time I could be leaps and bounds ahead of where I am in my current skill level. I'm grateful for where I am, and for how I got here, but now I know that I want my children to grow up knowing that it is okay to follow their wholesome passions. The most important thing though is that I didn't let the idea die. There was still a part of me that longed to write and create.
Part of what makes it a passion to me is the fulfillment I feel when I am doing it. I feel so much myself. It brings me great joy, not just fleeting happiness. Especially when I can look back at a finished project, or even just a project that I've worked on a lot. The fact that I created something so cool, even when it is a collaborative effort, brings me great joy and satisfaction.
I could go on and on, but let's look at another passion of mine, music. What about music makes it a passion? I think the biggest thing is they way it makes me feel, much like writing. I feel so much joy when I sing, or play my violin, or listen to wholesome music. Sometimes I'm not as focused on the words or the notes as I would like, but I still love what I am doing.
Another thing that brings the joy into my passions is the connection that I feel to my Heavenly Father. In music I can sing His praises, or remember that He is always there for me. I feel His power even when listening to music that might be considered secular, because it relates to my life. This is one reason I am very selective of the music that I listen to, because I can feel it when the song drives away the Spirit. When that happens that song gets deleted or skipped, even if I previously really enjoyed the song, though I tend to keep those a bit longer to make sure it wasn't just my mood that day or misunderstanding the lyrics (it usually isn't, but it has been in a few cases).
In my writing, I feel connected to my Heavenly Father because I am using the creative powers He has given me, creating worlds like He has, though on a much, much smaller scale. I learn the importance of agency as I allow my characters to make mistakes. When I let them go through hard things because I know the growth they will go through I better see how God does the same thing for me, and it makes my trials a little bit easier to bear.
My passions bring me joy. More so than other things that are more of an interest. Does that mean those things can't become passions? No, but as of right now they are hobbies, not passions. Does the fact that I'm passionate about something mean it's always easy or I always want to work on it? No! Sometimes I really don't want to work on it, even though I know that it will help me, or something needs to get done. But it is in those times that I go through the most growth, even if I don't see it for a while.
What are you passionate about? What brings you the most joy? How does it better connect you with heaven?
Upon looking up the word "passionate" in the dictionary this is the first result I receive: "Showing or expressing strong beliefs, interest, or enthusiasm." (There are other uses for this word that are related, but my focus today is using this definition.) Some things that I have determined I am passionate about are first and foremost my relationship with my Heavenly Father as well as my Savior, writing, and music. There are others, but these are the ones in my mind that mean the most to me right now.
The one that I'll focus on most is writing, which I think in large portion really comes down to storytelling for me. I've been telling stories for as long as I can remember, whether verbally, through acting, through daydreaming, or thorough writing. I remember writing my first "book" when I was about three years old. I drew the pictures, stapled them together, and had my parents transcribe my description. It was about a dinosaur named Harry who was sad because while all the other dinosaurs were hairy, he hadn't had a single hair come in yet (My three year old self probably knew dinosaurs didn't grow hair, but my imagination grasped the idea of "what if?"). By the end of the book he was starting to grow hair and was so excited. I even wrote a sequel!
The interesting thing about the fact that I love writing is that my spelling used to be terrible. Even though I've loved stories and reading from a very young age the actual writing aspect was a struggle for a long time. Spellcheck was my best friend, and even then it sometimes couldn't figure out the word I was trying to spell. In the three times I participated in the spelling bee I went out in the first round twice. It wasn't until I was fourteen that I had much confidence in my ability to spell. That was the last year that I could do the spelling bee, and I lost the tiebreaker for third place, taking fourth! The really funny part? The words I missed were "falsetto" and "vibrato," both music related words.
Did I let my struggling spelling skills hold me back? No! I continued to create stories, whether I actually wrote them or not. I went to events at my local library with guest authors and wished that there was even a chance for aspiring writers to earn enough money to make a living. The idea of being an author greatly appealed to me, but I thought it was impractical. (Did I bother asking the guest authors? Er, no.)
I pushed away the idea for years. I just didn't see it as possible. I was still a kid, and I was letting stigmas crush my dreams, though I didn't see it at the time. Do. Not. Let. Your. Dreams. Be. Crushed. Had I truly believed in my passion (though I didn't realize then that's what it was) at the time I could be leaps and bounds ahead of where I am in my current skill level. I'm grateful for where I am, and for how I got here, but now I know that I want my children to grow up knowing that it is okay to follow their wholesome passions. The most important thing though is that I didn't let the idea die. There was still a part of me that longed to write and create.
Part of what makes it a passion to me is the fulfillment I feel when I am doing it. I feel so much myself. It brings me great joy, not just fleeting happiness. Especially when I can look back at a finished project, or even just a project that I've worked on a lot. The fact that I created something so cool, even when it is a collaborative effort, brings me great joy and satisfaction.
I could go on and on, but let's look at another passion of mine, music. What about music makes it a passion? I think the biggest thing is they way it makes me feel, much like writing. I feel so much joy when I sing, or play my violin, or listen to wholesome music. Sometimes I'm not as focused on the words or the notes as I would like, but I still love what I am doing.
Another thing that brings the joy into my passions is the connection that I feel to my Heavenly Father. In music I can sing His praises, or remember that He is always there for me. I feel His power even when listening to music that might be considered secular, because it relates to my life. This is one reason I am very selective of the music that I listen to, because I can feel it when the song drives away the Spirit. When that happens that song gets deleted or skipped, even if I previously really enjoyed the song, though I tend to keep those a bit longer to make sure it wasn't just my mood that day or misunderstanding the lyrics (it usually isn't, but it has been in a few cases).
In my writing, I feel connected to my Heavenly Father because I am using the creative powers He has given me, creating worlds like He has, though on a much, much smaller scale. I learn the importance of agency as I allow my characters to make mistakes. When I let them go through hard things because I know the growth they will go through I better see how God does the same thing for me, and it makes my trials a little bit easier to bear.
My passions bring me joy. More so than other things that are more of an interest. Does that mean those things can't become passions? No, but as of right now they are hobbies, not passions. Does the fact that I'm passionate about something mean it's always easy or I always want to work on it? No! Sometimes I really don't want to work on it, even though I know that it will help me, or something needs to get done. But it is in those times that I go through the most growth, even if I don't see it for a while.
What are you passionate about? What brings you the most joy? How does it better connect you with heaven?
Wednesday, July 19, 2017
Do I Have a Comfort Zone?
I’m back! Since I last posted I’ve served
a mission, gotten an amazing job with an amazing company, and have learned a
lot of things about being an adult. It has had its ups and downs, but on a whole,
it has been wonderful. These things considered, I’ve decided to rename my blog.
While I may still be young, most would not consider me a “youth” anymore. (Though
in elf years, I’m yet a wee one!)
It remains to be seen with this rebranding
how much the content will change. I know I have gone through several
transformations in the almost three and a half years it’s been since I last
wrote here. I know for sure some of the changes, but I’ll let you as the reader
discover them.
Now the title of this post. “Do I have a
comfort zone?” It seems an odd question. Most people would say “Of course I do.
And I don't go outside of it often enough. Don’t you?” One of the greatest
compliments someone has given me is that I am always outside my comfort zone.
At first, I wasn't sure if it was a compliment or not. Then he explained that I
am constantly pushing myself and am almost never in my comfort zone.
That was over two years ago. I have taken
that in stride and realized that has been the case through much of my life. I
was talking to my dad about comfort zones yesterday and asked him, “Is it odd
that I feel most comfortable outside my comfort zone?” An awesome conversation
ensued, and I felt like I gained some knowledge about myself.
I don’t like the feeling I get when I am
stagnant. When you think about a stagnant pool of water not only is it not
moving, it is allowing bacteria and other harmful organisms to grow. When we stop
learning, growing, and progressing we allow harmful things to grow and fester
within ourselves. These could be emotions, ideas, or thoughts about ourselves.
I want to do what I can to not only prevent these from growing, but getting rid
of what I’ve already acquired. I have been so much happier since I’ve started
taking steps towards that.
My dad had heard from a friend that they
didn’t think they had a comfort zone anymore, they had been outside of it for
so long. I feel like this could be the case with me, but there is a place that
I tend to feel safe. Somewhere that I can go to regain my energy to keep doing
those things that stretch and grow me. If you stretch constantly for too long
you are going to tear. You have to give yourself a chance to regroup.
One of my favorite memes is really simple,
yet profound. In fact…
I have always wanted to be in that place
where the magic happens. Often when I face something uncomfortable I have
reminded myself about that meme, because I know what it depicts is true. Now,
if I don’t have a comfort zone, that means that the magic can happen all around
me!
My dad pointed out that as I felt, we do
need a zone to heal. That doesn’t mean that we linger there, more that we stay
there only as long as we need to because we want to get back out and discover
what the world holds in store for us. I’m excited to see what I’ll find now
that I am discovering this.
Adventure is waiting!
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Thoughts from a Stake Valentines Dance
Last night I attended a Valentines dance that my stake put on. Both youth and adults were invited so I took my younger brother since my parents weren't feeling well. Dances aren't usually my favorite as I love to ballroom dance, even though I don't know much, and not many people know any or will dance it. I prefer the slow dances because even if I don't know the song I can be talking to someone. Or at least, that's how it used to be...
While I was working out of state I learned how to loosen up and dance with my upper body, instead of just doing dance steps (not a whole lot of dance space behind a grill). This made the fast dances that I didn't know much more enjoyable. The slow dances were actually the less enjoyable part because there were not many youth at all so there was no one to dance with. (And none of them were waltzes, which I will dance by myself.) I had made the determination before I ever went to a stake dance not to ever do the jump up and down with your fist in the air dancing. Unfortunately this caused me to avoid using my arms for almost anything while dancing. I am so glad that I have been able to learn a more fun way to dance, and have gotten over my inhibitions.
I never thought that I would be selected to participate in a disco competition. They played a disco song, and after everyone had danced they had a few people select their favorite disco dancer and had a small dance off. With all the adults there who had actually lived through the disco era I didn't expect to be chosen, but one of the judges came up to me and had me go up. She mentioned that disco was a 'little' before my time, and I agreed with her. She mentioned that disco was during her high school years, and that she thought it was fun.
I came to the realization that just because it doesn't come from your era doesn't mean that it isn't fun. This can apply to people of all ages. The younger people can learn to appreciate things from eras before them, that just because they are 'old' doesn't mean they are dumb or embarrassing. The not as young people can learn to accept and perhaps enjoy some of the newer things. They aren't too strange or too difficult. There are things in every era that perhaps could/should do without, but there are also things that are worth keeping.
I was resting during one of the slow dances and had a chance to look out at all of the couples dancing on the floor. I thought it was so cute to see all of the couples dancing close to each other, it was so tender. I want to be that way with my husband whenever it might be that I get married. I wouldn't do that while I'm still single, but that is a beautiful part of marriage.
I didn't think that I could learn so much from a stake dance, but it just goes to show that if you live your life so you are always learning, any experience can teach you something unexpected.
While I was working out of state I learned how to loosen up and dance with my upper body, instead of just doing dance steps (not a whole lot of dance space behind a grill). This made the fast dances that I didn't know much more enjoyable. The slow dances were actually the less enjoyable part because there were not many youth at all so there was no one to dance with. (And none of them were waltzes, which I will dance by myself.) I had made the determination before I ever went to a stake dance not to ever do the jump up and down with your fist in the air dancing. Unfortunately this caused me to avoid using my arms for almost anything while dancing. I am so glad that I have been able to learn a more fun way to dance, and have gotten over my inhibitions.
I never thought that I would be selected to participate in a disco competition. They played a disco song, and after everyone had danced they had a few people select their favorite disco dancer and had a small dance off. With all the adults there who had actually lived through the disco era I didn't expect to be chosen, but one of the judges came up to me and had me go up. She mentioned that disco was a 'little' before my time, and I agreed with her. She mentioned that disco was during her high school years, and that she thought it was fun.
I came to the realization that just because it doesn't come from your era doesn't mean that it isn't fun. This can apply to people of all ages. The younger people can learn to appreciate things from eras before them, that just because they are 'old' doesn't mean they are dumb or embarrassing. The not as young people can learn to accept and perhaps enjoy some of the newer things. They aren't too strange or too difficult. There are things in every era that perhaps could/should do without, but there are also things that are worth keeping.
I was resting during one of the slow dances and had a chance to look out at all of the couples dancing on the floor. I thought it was so cute to see all of the couples dancing close to each other, it was so tender. I want to be that way with my husband whenever it might be that I get married. I wouldn't do that while I'm still single, but that is a beautiful part of marriage.
I didn't think that I could learn so much from a stake dance, but it just goes to show that if you live your life so you are always learning, any experience can teach you something unexpected.
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Growing Up
It's been a few months since I've posted. I've been working out of state in a commercial kitchen for three months with limited internet access, and I wouldn't have traded that experience for the world. I've learned so much about myself, about others, and about life.
I don't even know where to begin.
I learned that I really am a social person. Growing up as a child being homeschooled you hear a lot of concern for your 'socialization' and you always wonder a little bit if you fit into your peer groups, but then again, I'm sure that happens to everyone. I used to think that I didn't fit in well with people my age. I worked well with people my parents' age, I am rather mature for my age and can comfortably talk with those older than me. I worked well with people younger than me, because I am mature I realized how much of an influence I have over those younger than me, and tried to use that influence for good, being a leader. But because I am a little more mature, I felt like I didn't mesh very well with most people my age, and that therefore I wasn't a very social person. I was very worried when I left that I would go off by myself a lot, and not interact with the people around me. I was very surprised when I realized that I was spending a lot of time with other people, and hadn't even touched Les Miserables. Talking to some people, I found out that they couldn't even tell that I was homeschooled, like they could with other people they knew. They were even surprised that I, and another girl there were homeschooled. (Proof that just because you're homeschooled, doesn't mean you're awkward, there are awkward public-schoolers too). I discovered that even if I don't talk very much, I still like being around people, and once I get to know someone I really open up.
I learned that it's OK to let yourself loose. I was so uptight and shy when I got there, and it prevented me from connecting with people quickly. I thought I was up there to do a job, and I was going to do it, and do it as well as I could, which meant no goofing off whatsoever. I had a hard time even talking while working because I was concentrating on what I was doing so much. It was through some wonderful people that I learned that I can have fun while working, lighten up, and still get the job done as well or better. It can even make you go faster, which in turn gives you more time to make the job fun. "In every job that must be done there is an element of fun. You find the fun and SNAP! The job's a game!" -Mary Poppins. We had a lot of 'sneaking' dishes into the sink, refusing to get off mats because they were being 'stolen,' arguments about the dark side, and so forth. I learned that you don't have to be totally mature all of the time. Part of maturity is knowing when it is OK to be immature. "...Men are that they might have joy." -2 Nephi 2:25. It's important to be mature and do what is right, but you can still do what is right and have fun. Because I learned to loosen up I created memories that I'll have with me for a long time. I'm now also a trained ninja assassin.
I learned that even if someone bugs you, a lot, you can get over that and still be friends. There were a few people up there that when I first met them really annoyed me. I don't like the feeling of disliking someone, and so I really tried to become friends with them. And you know what? It was really hard. It took a long time, but I learned to look past the things that bugged me, and look for the positive qualities they had. I may not have become really good friends with them, but we did become friends, and even had fun together, at least I think we did... I did at least.
There is so much else I could write about, but I'd better stop now and go have some FUN!
I don't even know where to begin.
I learned that I really am a social person. Growing up as a child being homeschooled you hear a lot of concern for your 'socialization' and you always wonder a little bit if you fit into your peer groups, but then again, I'm sure that happens to everyone. I used to think that I didn't fit in well with people my age. I worked well with people my parents' age, I am rather mature for my age and can comfortably talk with those older than me. I worked well with people younger than me, because I am mature I realized how much of an influence I have over those younger than me, and tried to use that influence for good, being a leader. But because I am a little more mature, I felt like I didn't mesh very well with most people my age, and that therefore I wasn't a very social person. I was very worried when I left that I would go off by myself a lot, and not interact with the people around me. I was very surprised when I realized that I was spending a lot of time with other people, and hadn't even touched Les Miserables. Talking to some people, I found out that they couldn't even tell that I was homeschooled, like they could with other people they knew. They were even surprised that I, and another girl there were homeschooled. (Proof that just because you're homeschooled, doesn't mean you're awkward, there are awkward public-schoolers too). I discovered that even if I don't talk very much, I still like being around people, and once I get to know someone I really open up.
I learned that it's OK to let yourself loose. I was so uptight and shy when I got there, and it prevented me from connecting with people quickly. I thought I was up there to do a job, and I was going to do it, and do it as well as I could, which meant no goofing off whatsoever. I had a hard time even talking while working because I was concentrating on what I was doing so much. It was through some wonderful people that I learned that I can have fun while working, lighten up, and still get the job done as well or better. It can even make you go faster, which in turn gives you more time to make the job fun. "In every job that must be done there is an element of fun. You find the fun and SNAP! The job's a game!" -Mary Poppins. We had a lot of 'sneaking' dishes into the sink, refusing to get off mats because they were being 'stolen,' arguments about the dark side, and so forth. I learned that you don't have to be totally mature all of the time. Part of maturity is knowing when it is OK to be immature. "...Men are that they might have joy." -2 Nephi 2:25. It's important to be mature and do what is right, but you can still do what is right and have fun. Because I learned to loosen up I created memories that I'll have with me for a long time. I'm now also a trained ninja assassin.
I learned that even if someone bugs you, a lot, you can get over that and still be friends. There were a few people up there that when I first met them really annoyed me. I don't like the feeling of disliking someone, and so I really tried to become friends with them. And you know what? It was really hard. It took a long time, but I learned to look past the things that bugged me, and look for the positive qualities they had. I may not have become really good friends with them, but we did become friends, and even had fun together, at least I think we did... I did at least.
There is so much else I could write about, but I'd better stop now and go have some FUN!
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