Monday, 30 April 2012
Time has Passed whoops
HI,
so I've been so busy these last few days I'd don't know heads from tails anymore. I've started my own online magazine. its called Fire & Ice. I was originally going to name it after this blog but I didn't think that title would market well. I fully intend to make money off of this magazine and get it printed.
I've poached this next bit off of my about section in the paper, but it is relevant to this blog too.
"Trying to start a magazine at 20 years old is hard. I am working my but off to make it the best I can. Growing up I never once dreamed of making a magazine. I hadn't thought about it at all before I sat down and made the site. I've begun something awesome. www.fireicemagazine.com is my baby. It's my heart, my soul, my blood sweat and tears.
I want so badly for this to work, I sure I'll be able to will it into life even if I have to do it with my own two hands. I've had some stellar help so far, and great responses to the website but I'm hoping for more. I need more. The life blood of an online magazine is its relevance and turn around for posts. You need to keep up the posts and make them amazing or else no one will come back.
I've looked for artists, I have one. I've looked for writers, I have some. I am writer so I've generated a lot of the content myself so far but this summer I'm hoping big things will happen for the site.
I believe there are voices out there in this world just waiting to be heard. Each writer I've come across for the magazine like Sabrina and Emily have a voice. They speak from the heart and aren't afraid of what that means.
I look at magazines today and see ad after ad and yes, that is how you can afford to sell magazines, but far to often have I seen the voice of the writers disappear. It is so rare anymore that I or anyone else I know picks up a magazine to see what's written in it.
They sell sex, and clothing like there is nothing else in the world, but that is not what Fire and Ice is about. Yes eventually we will have ads like any one else but I'll be damned if I let the writers and artists disappear to make way for the ads. The voice is more important then the money it makes.
The voice of our generation is so lost in technology ...Its time someone found it again, so I'm here everyday trying."
I hope I'm ready for what I've gotten myself into. Like i said I never dreamed of making a magazine, before I sat down and started making one. So far so good.
How many of you have tried something completely out of the blue and found out your good at it?
I feel like I've stepped up to the plate and am finally ready to swing the bat. I hope this will be as good for me as it seems to be so far.
Monday, 16 April 2012
The Best Speach I've Ever Heard
Keith Scott's words to Jimmy Edwards in One Tree Hill Season 3 episode 16
He tells him it gets better.....
"It does Jimmy. That pain in your stomach, that pain in your heart, it goes away. That voice in your head thats saying there's no way out, it's wrong Jimmy. Would you please, please just believe me. It gets better. "
I does, I know it does. For those of you who read this and are thinking that no one cares about you, please know this. I do care about you. Just leave me a comment with your email and I'll email you, and we can talk. It does get better I promise you. I may only be in my twenties but I know it does. I was in that dark place and I got through it so let someone help you because. Once you realize you can be saved and there is a way out it will get better. You just have to let it.
Love you
Chelsea
He tells him it gets better.....
"It does Jimmy. That pain in your stomach, that pain in your heart, it goes away. That voice in your head thats saying there's no way out, it's wrong Jimmy. Would you please, please just believe me. It gets better. "
I does, I know it does. For those of you who read this and are thinking that no one cares about you, please know this. I do care about you. Just leave me a comment with your email and I'll email you, and we can talk. It does get better I promise you. I may only be in my twenties but I know it does. I was in that dark place and I got through it so let someone help you because. Once you realize you can be saved and there is a way out it will get better. You just have to let it.
Love you
Chelsea
Wish List
Have you ever heard of a bucket list? I have, they made a movie about making one. Well, for those of you who don’t know what it is. It’s a list of all things you want to do before you die. Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about what I want to do with my life. I’m happier now than I have been in a very long time. I’ve learned a lot in the last few months and I’m all the better for it. I’m finally involved doing things I love, I’m trying to start a business for myself. I’m finally enjoying my life; I’m starting to want things for myself that I’d never thought of before. So instead of a bucket list I am making a list of wishes for myself. Ones I fully intend on making them come true. Things I am determined to make it happen.
My List ----
1.Graduate College
2.Shoot and Edit my own film
3.Get my book published
4.Start my own business
5.Stick my feet in the pacific ocean
6.Get my nose pierced
7.See Mount Rushmore
8.See Paris
9.Drink a beer in Ireland, a real Irish Pub
10.Get on a gondola
11.See Greece
12.Get in shape
13.Read the Bible
14.See Asia
15.Ride a motorcycle
16.Speak fluently in a different language
17.Fall in Love
18.Have kids
19.Be a great mom
20.Save a Life
What do you wish for yourself?
My List ----
1.Graduate College
2.Shoot and Edit my own film
3.Get my book published
4.Start my own business
5.Stick my feet in the pacific ocean
6.Get my nose pierced
7.See Mount Rushmore
8.See Paris
9.Drink a beer in Ireland, a real Irish Pub
10.Get on a gondola
11.See Greece
12.Get in shape
13.Read the Bible
14.See Asia
15.Ride a motorcycle
16.Speak fluently in a different language
17.Fall in Love
18.Have kids
19.Be a great mom
20.Save a Life
What do you wish for yourself?
Thursday, 12 April 2012
The Words I'd Like To Say To You!
Have you ever been in one of those moods where the words you want to say are sitting perched at the edge of your tongue? Ready, willing, and screaming at you to set them free. I have a rant sitting there ready to come out, and its been sitting there for days so much so I can almost taste the blood from holding onto them so tightly. I was taught that if you don’t have something nice to say don’t say it all but quite frankly I’ve never been very good at following that lesson. I have been called names and looked at funny because of things I’ve let out and clearly it doesn’t bother me all that much.
I am an emotional and passionate person. How else do expect me to express myself? Words are my currency and I’ve never gone bankrupt. I don’t know if I’ve ever not had something to say. If that’s a bad thing I’ve never thought of it that way. I think if you can analyze a situation verbally, proving your understanding at least then you’ve learned something in your life. Understanding is a key component of life in my world. That being said, it is astounding how often I find something I just can’t grasp or understand. More often than not it happens to me when I am dealing with other people.
It baffles me when someone I know well is doing or rather not doing something that seems to me common sense. I know that just because I see it as common sense that doesn’t mean they will , but still sometimes things are so glaringly obvious I don’t see how it goes unnoticed. For example if you let someone else dictate your life because you’re afraid of hurting their feelings its worng. You can’t put someone else before yourself like that, trust me I know, I’ve done it with almost all of my friends and I’ve learned how unhealthy that can become for you as well as them.
So my advice, though you may not be asking for it is this….Don’t let the control you, if that is what they are doing then they aren’t a good friend to have, or a friend at all in most cases. Being a friend does mean making compromises yes but sacrificing things for your friends isn’t always the best choice. I sacrificed my happiness for a ex boyfriend and for two old friends of mine on countless occasions. It broke me apart, I became someone so unlike me it was terrifying to realize.
If you are afraid of what taking charge might do to your friend, pool your recourses. If you are attending a college, go to the wellness center, they should have some sort of councilor that you can talk to. Ask them questions; ask for advice on how to handle this person or situation. It helps a lot, I mean I wouldn’t still be sitting here without the councilor I see. Its nothing to be ashamed of by any means. We all need a little help some times.
I just hope that you will be brave enough to ask for help. I believe wholeheartedly that if you are able to admit you need help and go ask for it than you are one of the bravest people in the world.
I am an emotional and passionate person. How else do expect me to express myself? Words are my currency and I’ve never gone bankrupt. I don’t know if I’ve ever not had something to say. If that’s a bad thing I’ve never thought of it that way. I think if you can analyze a situation verbally, proving your understanding at least then you’ve learned something in your life. Understanding is a key component of life in my world. That being said, it is astounding how often I find something I just can’t grasp or understand. More often than not it happens to me when I am dealing with other people.
It baffles me when someone I know well is doing or rather not doing something that seems to me common sense. I know that just because I see it as common sense that doesn’t mean they will , but still sometimes things are so glaringly obvious I don’t see how it goes unnoticed. For example if you let someone else dictate your life because you’re afraid of hurting their feelings its worng. You can’t put someone else before yourself like that, trust me I know, I’ve done it with almost all of my friends and I’ve learned how unhealthy that can become for you as well as them.
So my advice, though you may not be asking for it is this….Don’t let the control you, if that is what they are doing then they aren’t a good friend to have, or a friend at all in most cases. Being a friend does mean making compromises yes but sacrificing things for your friends isn’t always the best choice. I sacrificed my happiness for a ex boyfriend and for two old friends of mine on countless occasions. It broke me apart, I became someone so unlike me it was terrifying to realize.
If you are afraid of what taking charge might do to your friend, pool your recourses. If you are attending a college, go to the wellness center, they should have some sort of councilor that you can talk to. Ask them questions; ask for advice on how to handle this person or situation. It helps a lot, I mean I wouldn’t still be sitting here without the councilor I see. Its nothing to be ashamed of by any means. We all need a little help some times.
I just hope that you will be brave enough to ask for help. I believe wholeheartedly that if you are able to admit you need help and go ask for it than you are one of the bravest people in the world.
Bull By the Horns
Over the past few days, I've learned something about myself. I've learned that I actually like being a journalist. I'm not the best at it by any means but i like it.
When was the last time you tried something you've never done? When was the last time you surprised yourself? This world is too big for it not to happen. I've been surprised now its your turn.
Its so sad when this world sits back on its haunches waiting of something to happen. By doing that you miss whats out there. Trust me I know. I did that for far to long. Now I'm about to end my 3rd year in college and go into my fourth, and I've just now gotten involved on campus. I have just now learned that I have other passions besides writing and I can put those to work. Heck I can put all of my passions into one.
When life seems to be running on low fuel and you're only in your twenties, I think that is a sign you've missed an opportunity, or one is out there in reach and waiting for you. I've finally reached out and grabbed a hold of my passions, found some new ones and now am as I type putting them to work.
Now, my friend.
Its your turn
When was the last time you tried something you've never done? When was the last time you surprised yourself? This world is too big for it not to happen. I've been surprised now its your turn.
Its so sad when this world sits back on its haunches waiting of something to happen. By doing that you miss whats out there. Trust me I know. I did that for far to long. Now I'm about to end my 3rd year in college and go into my fourth, and I've just now gotten involved on campus. I have just now learned that I have other passions besides writing and I can put those to work. Heck I can put all of my passions into one.
When life seems to be running on low fuel and you're only in your twenties, I think that is a sign you've missed an opportunity, or one is out there in reach and waiting for you. I've finally reached out and grabbed a hold of my passions, found some new ones and now am as I type putting them to work.
Now, my friend.
Its your turn
Saturday, 7 April 2012
Dark Side
The world is full of people, and many would have you believe that we are different. But I believe underneath it all we are fundamentally the same. We live, we breathe, we love, we learn, and in the end we pass away.
None of these commonalities, however are relevant for the moment, or for my purposes. What i want to talk about is the line from Kelly Clarkson's song "Dark Side". She sings "Everybody's got a dark side."
Lately those words have rung so true with me, you wouldn't believe it. Dark sides can be both good in bad. They can help you truly get to know who you are. There are many sides to one person all of them make you who you are. I have fun, I can be a party person on occasion. I can be the reader, who stays in on weekends with a drink and a book. I can be the friend. I can be the sister, I can be the cousin. I can be the helping hand. But more important I can also be dark. I can lose my self in sadness. I can let it swallow me, and creep into my world with out even meaning to.
Everyone has a dark side. A part of ourselves that rubs everyone the wrong way. A part that sometimes we wish we could hide from the world. I know I wish i could hide it. I have a dark side, I won't discuss it, and i wont lay it out on the table. That isn't the point of this blog. The point is I have a dark side. I can admit it. Can you? Can you face it? Can you even see it?
The past can hold a lot of sadness of darkness. It is unfortunate that the things we want to forget always lurk in the shadows and appear when we least expect it or want it. I was falling in love when it happened for me.
But having a dark side is normal. You can't run from it. The only way I see to deal with it, is to face it. To walk right up to the monster and face it. So here I am facing mine. I've talked it through and for the first time in a very long time I feel like my eyes are open, and i feel like I am happy again. I can't remember the last time I felt this much like myself.
Know this though, if someone, a boyfriend for example can't get past and accept your dark side, then they are not meant for you. We would not be here, as us, functioning like we do if we weren't meant to.
Don't worry I'm not starting to spew religious psychobabble. I mean we allowed things to affect us for a reason. Some part of us made a choice to be a certain way.
So look at yourself, not that I've had you look at the world and open your eyes to it, it might be time to look inward.
Until tomorrow, well until later I guess, I its two am and time for me to rest my head.
None of these commonalities, however are relevant for the moment, or for my purposes. What i want to talk about is the line from Kelly Clarkson's song "Dark Side". She sings "Everybody's got a dark side."
Lately those words have rung so true with me, you wouldn't believe it. Dark sides can be both good in bad. They can help you truly get to know who you are. There are many sides to one person all of them make you who you are. I have fun, I can be a party person on occasion. I can be the reader, who stays in on weekends with a drink and a book. I can be the friend. I can be the sister, I can be the cousin. I can be the helping hand. But more important I can also be dark. I can lose my self in sadness. I can let it swallow me, and creep into my world with out even meaning to.
Everyone has a dark side. A part of ourselves that rubs everyone the wrong way. A part that sometimes we wish we could hide from the world. I know I wish i could hide it. I have a dark side, I won't discuss it, and i wont lay it out on the table. That isn't the point of this blog. The point is I have a dark side. I can admit it. Can you? Can you face it? Can you even see it?
The past can hold a lot of sadness of darkness. It is unfortunate that the things we want to forget always lurk in the shadows and appear when we least expect it or want it. I was falling in love when it happened for me.
But having a dark side is normal. You can't run from it. The only way I see to deal with it, is to face it. To walk right up to the monster and face it. So here I am facing mine. I've talked it through and for the first time in a very long time I feel like my eyes are open, and i feel like I am happy again. I can't remember the last time I felt this much like myself.
Know this though, if someone, a boyfriend for example can't get past and accept your dark side, then they are not meant for you. We would not be here, as us, functioning like we do if we weren't meant to.
Don't worry I'm not starting to spew religious psychobabble. I mean we allowed things to affect us for a reason. Some part of us made a choice to be a certain way.
So look at yourself, not that I've had you look at the world and open your eyes to it, it might be time to look inward.
Until tomorrow, well until later I guess, I its two am and time for me to rest my head.
Friday, 6 April 2012
A Poweroutage and Keats
All because of an accident I'm stuck with out light, and now way to charge my computer. Gerr, so instead of waiting for tomorrow to go home, i'm going home tonight!!!
Here is a poem I Chelsea wrote after watching Bright Star!
Keats
My heart beats ever steady
in cold unflinching hands
ere I touch a page. My pen
yearns to brush wide across
the empty white of paper.
Attempting to clear the cagéd
brain I do hold aloft, forever
gaining naught but failure.
The amorous moon adulterous in her shine
does gleam across the land that is
your pale and naked flesh, dancing in and out
the valleys of your face. She makes
once bright pallor sick and green.
Should envy paint your cheeks,
you would seem a hideous creature
gruesome as the world would
dare imagine.
But I, you humbled love, who daily
surrenders to your steerage, knows
that beneath the skin, within the eyes,
and mixing with thy soul, hides a truth
an honest beauty I dare not cut
from my mind.
Should we part by some untimely means
forget to speak or move I shall, and only give
practice and patience to breath and memory.
All so that I may ever live reliving
the sights and sounds of you welded so
within my breast.
Aye to remain within the alms of love is best.
Else love allow, swoon always away from death,
and live steadfast in sweet unrest.
Bright star rise ever in thy east
and settle in my west.
Here is a poem I Chelsea wrote after watching Bright Star!
Keats
My heart beats ever steady
in cold unflinching hands
ere I touch a page. My pen
yearns to brush wide across
the empty white of paper.
Attempting to clear the cagéd
brain I do hold aloft, forever
gaining naught but failure.
The amorous moon adulterous in her shine
does gleam across the land that is
your pale and naked flesh, dancing in and out
the valleys of your face. She makes
once bright pallor sick and green.
Should envy paint your cheeks,
you would seem a hideous creature
gruesome as the world would
dare imagine.
But I, you humbled love, who daily
surrenders to your steerage, knows
that beneath the skin, within the eyes,
and mixing with thy soul, hides a truth
an honest beauty I dare not cut
from my mind.
Should we part by some untimely means
forget to speak or move I shall, and only give
practice and patience to breath and memory.
All so that I may ever live reliving
the sights and sounds of you welded so
within my breast.
Aye to remain within the alms of love is best.
Else love allow, swoon always away from death,
and live steadfast in sweet unrest.
Bright star rise ever in thy east
and settle in my west.
Whiskey and Lace
This probably should have been my first entry on this blog, but it wasn't, I was otherwise inspired as you can tell by the three posts, and the video that are up, below this entry.
Whiskey and Lace, is obviously a new blog, but the writer of it isn't. I've been blogging off and on for a few years now, but i realized recently that my old blog said things, but never really said anything. If you know what I mean.
The world is full of words, people are speaking constantly. We are surrounded by spoken languages, visual languages, emotional, textual, and ecological. Everything is speaking to us. But when we open our mouths to say something are we really saying anything?
When I was deciding what to call this space, I wanted it to be something cool. My last blog was called "You Cant Measure Dreams". Which I thought at the time was awesome. I loved it. I'd heard the words off of the TV show One Tree Hill. But nothing I wrote or spoke about really had any value. Yeah, I had a few gems thrown in there but all of it was basically crap. In the sense that nothing i wrote really was me, or my thoughts.
"The mind is a reflex organ." - Soc from Peacful warrior movie.
Those words are very true and that is what I did with YCMD. I reacted to things I never absorbed them, and evaluated life. My eyes weren't really open. My bubble was too tight to truly grasp what it meant every time i opened my mouth.
So thinking about Whiskey and Lace I realized that I needed something that was both Strong willed and unafraid to show the delicacy of life. I needed something that could be at once Badass and Gentle. The world is a mix of contradictions after all.
So I spent hours looking for words that embodied that concept and thus was born Whiskey and Lace.
Whiskey and Lace, is obviously a new blog, but the writer of it isn't. I've been blogging off and on for a few years now, but i realized recently that my old blog said things, but never really said anything. If you know what I mean.
The world is full of words, people are speaking constantly. We are surrounded by spoken languages, visual languages, emotional, textual, and ecological. Everything is speaking to us. But when we open our mouths to say something are we really saying anything?
When I was deciding what to call this space, I wanted it to be something cool. My last blog was called "You Cant Measure Dreams". Which I thought at the time was awesome. I loved it. I'd heard the words off of the TV show One Tree Hill. But nothing I wrote or spoke about really had any value. Yeah, I had a few gems thrown in there but all of it was basically crap. In the sense that nothing i wrote really was me, or my thoughts.
"The mind is a reflex organ." - Soc from Peacful warrior movie.
Those words are very true and that is what I did with YCMD. I reacted to things I never absorbed them, and evaluated life. My eyes weren't really open. My bubble was too tight to truly grasp what it meant every time i opened my mouth.
So thinking about Whiskey and Lace I realized that I needed something that was both Strong willed and unafraid to show the delicacy of life. I needed something that could be at once Badass and Gentle. The world is a mix of contradictions after all.
So I spent hours looking for words that embodied that concept and thus was born Whiskey and Lace.
Thursday, 5 April 2012
Dolce Far Niente
"I'm so tired of saying no, and waking up in the morning and recalling every calorie i ate the day before, so i know how much self loathing to take into the shower with me" - Liz Gilbert, Eat Pray Love.
That movie spoke to me in ways you wouldn't believe. I know everyone has their opinions about everything including this and a lot of them weren't good but I love the lessons it breathes in every second.
Dolce Far Niente, the sweetness of doing nothing. Such a concept. Are you working so hard that when you finally have time off you don't have the energy to enjoy it? I used to wonder where my appetite for life went. I used to love writing, I wanted to be a teacher, I loved to dance, I loved to sing. I had fun. Up until very recently I'd lost that.
I let my priorities swallow me. Have you done that? What do you marvel at? Where is your appetite? What did you have for lunch today?
"If you could clear out all that space in your mind.... you'd have a doorway, and you know what the universe would do with that doorway? Rush in, God Rush in. Fill you with more love than you've ever dreamed of."-- Eat Pray Love.
We all take so much of the world up into our heads, and let it rattle around, when it doesn't need to. The past is the past, let it go. If you miss something, fine then miss it, as they say in the movie, send it some light and love every time it comes to your mind and drop it.
The mind can only take so much, after awhile the world around us will seem to push us down into the ground, to the point where we can't breathe. Burning yourself out is no way to live. To quote Luca Spaghetti "American's, you work to hard, you get burned out, then you come home and spend the whole weekend in your pajamas in front of the TV. But you don't know pleasure."
So,my thoughts are, strip away the access. Remove the things in your life that aren't worth the worries. De-clutter it all. Change something, one thing or more and make sure you are truly living.
Find your passion and revive it. Marvel at something. I may not know much of the world, but i know that you at least have to live in it, and I mean really live , to be happy.
See the beauty, see the positive, surrender to the power.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nx3zU6CVpz4&feature=BFa&list=PL1DB04AFEB964C92C&lf=autoplay
That movie spoke to me in ways you wouldn't believe. I know everyone has their opinions about everything including this and a lot of them weren't good but I love the lessons it breathes in every second.
Dolce Far Niente, the sweetness of doing nothing. Such a concept. Are you working so hard that when you finally have time off you don't have the energy to enjoy it? I used to wonder where my appetite for life went. I used to love writing, I wanted to be a teacher, I loved to dance, I loved to sing. I had fun. Up until very recently I'd lost that.
I let my priorities swallow me. Have you done that? What do you marvel at? Where is your appetite? What did you have for lunch today?
"If you could clear out all that space in your mind.... you'd have a doorway, and you know what the universe would do with that doorway? Rush in, God Rush in. Fill you with more love than you've ever dreamed of."-- Eat Pray Love.
We all take so much of the world up into our heads, and let it rattle around, when it doesn't need to. The past is the past, let it go. If you miss something, fine then miss it, as they say in the movie, send it some light and love every time it comes to your mind and drop it.
The mind can only take so much, after awhile the world around us will seem to push us down into the ground, to the point where we can't breathe. Burning yourself out is no way to live. To quote Luca Spaghetti "American's, you work to hard, you get burned out, then you come home and spend the whole weekend in your pajamas in front of the TV. But you don't know pleasure."
So,my thoughts are, strip away the access. Remove the things in your life that aren't worth the worries. De-clutter it all. Change something, one thing or more and make sure you are truly living.
Find your passion and revive it. Marvel at something. I may not know much of the world, but i know that you at least have to live in it, and I mean really live , to be happy.
See the beauty, see the positive, surrender to the power.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nx3zU6CVpz4&feature=BFa&list=PL1DB04AFEB964C92C&lf=autoplay
Eyes open against the looking glass
Today, I’m sitting in Lower Wismer. It’s relatively quiet for the moment. The lunch rush is gone. I have a third of my computer battery left.
I just finished an interview for something and now am sitting here, tired, waiting for my next class, at 3. Looking around here, like any given day, there are people eating, people studying, doing homework, listening to music, chatting.
Lower is the hub of life here at UC, but have you ever wondered about those people around you? Have you ever stopped to wonder if the person across lower with their arms thrust up in there, like a victory cheer is actually happy or if they are just stretching?Have you ever wondered what subject the person sitting at the booth next to you is studying? Have you ever opened your eyes to what is around you?
Sitting here I can see at least four people with ear buds in their ears, a friend getting food, I can see two guys talking, and I can see someone cleaning their work station. Are we all so different and so unobservant that we can’t notice each other?
The thrum of music is pumping in my ears but I like to think for right now, this moment my eyes are open, taking it all in. When was the last time you did that?
By chasing our dreams of a degree, do we sacrifice the little moments? The answer should be no, but sadly, we often don’t look around us and see what’s really there.
I know I sound like I’m spewing out sunshine and rainbows, but I’m not trying to. My point isn’t that that we should be happy and see the beauty in the world because it’s just so great.
My point is that if we don’t look around and take in the world around us, it will pass us by. We will miss the not so ordinary moments that fill our day. Just because we may be having a boring day, doesn’t mean the day is boring or wasted. Someone nearby might have just gotten an email that told them they got a job, another student may be suffering from a break up, a baby might have been born back home.
Everything is in the same world, we live to much in our on tight, tiny, little bubbles. The safety of a bubble can be fun, and keep us happy but we may not ever realize that it’s keeping us form truly living. I myself had my little bubbles burst not too long ago.
The friends I made freshman year and the connections I made, at first made me feel safe. I thought that it was what I wanted from life, to be surrounded by the same people every day. But when that bubble burst, I realized I haven’t really lived at all. That bubble kept me from doing anything on this campus.
So I’ve taken steps to change it. I’m finally pulling out of my hole. I’ve joined a club, started writing for the paper, and started my own radio show. I’m working much harder to be involved on this campus and I’m planning do the same next semester.
There is so much out there to experience, so much that could excite and thrill you. Think about it, what have you given up that excites you? What have you passed over in the name of a confining bubble?
Don’t get me wrong I’m not saying break your bubbles or maybe I am, we need to join together, we need to work as whole to function as a whole.
So, your mission, should you choose to accept it ….
Go out and find something new to try, or find something you haven’t done in ages and do it. Remind yourself what your passionate about and hold onto it this time.
You might surprise yourself, I know I did.
I just finished an interview for something and now am sitting here, tired, waiting for my next class, at 3. Looking around here, like any given day, there are people eating, people studying, doing homework, listening to music, chatting.
Lower is the hub of life here at UC, but have you ever wondered about those people around you? Have you ever stopped to wonder if the person across lower with their arms thrust up in there, like a victory cheer is actually happy or if they are just stretching?Have you ever wondered what subject the person sitting at the booth next to you is studying? Have you ever opened your eyes to what is around you?
Sitting here I can see at least four people with ear buds in their ears, a friend getting food, I can see two guys talking, and I can see someone cleaning their work station. Are we all so different and so unobservant that we can’t notice each other?
The thrum of music is pumping in my ears but I like to think for right now, this moment my eyes are open, taking it all in. When was the last time you did that?
By chasing our dreams of a degree, do we sacrifice the little moments? The answer should be no, but sadly, we often don’t look around us and see what’s really there.
I know I sound like I’m spewing out sunshine and rainbows, but I’m not trying to. My point isn’t that that we should be happy and see the beauty in the world because it’s just so great.
My point is that if we don’t look around and take in the world around us, it will pass us by. We will miss the not so ordinary moments that fill our day. Just because we may be having a boring day, doesn’t mean the day is boring or wasted. Someone nearby might have just gotten an email that told them they got a job, another student may be suffering from a break up, a baby might have been born back home.
Everything is in the same world, we live to much in our on tight, tiny, little bubbles. The safety of a bubble can be fun, and keep us happy but we may not ever realize that it’s keeping us form truly living. I myself had my little bubbles burst not too long ago.
The friends I made freshman year and the connections I made, at first made me feel safe. I thought that it was what I wanted from life, to be surrounded by the same people every day. But when that bubble burst, I realized I haven’t really lived at all. That bubble kept me from doing anything on this campus.
So I’ve taken steps to change it. I’m finally pulling out of my hole. I’ve joined a club, started writing for the paper, and started my own radio show. I’m working much harder to be involved on this campus and I’m planning do the same next semester.
There is so much out there to experience, so much that could excite and thrill you. Think about it, what have you given up that excites you? What have you passed over in the name of a confining bubble?
Don’t get me wrong I’m not saying break your bubbles or maybe I am, we need to join together, we need to work as whole to function as a whole.
So, your mission, should you choose to accept it ….
Go out and find something new to try, or find something you haven’t done in ages and do it. Remind yourself what your passionate about and hold onto it this time.
You might surprise yourself, I know I did.
Beginnings, Endings, and the Juicy Bits
By Chelsea Callahan
Sitting here in front of my laptop, has yielded nothing over the last few hours. I’ve facebook stalked my friends, I’ve played the mindless games, I’ve checked my email a hundred times. Nothing is firing behind my eye balls. I know I should be working on my homework or my next Grizzly article, but I am just like 90 percent of college students at 10:40pm on a Wednesday night. I am tired, and just don’t feel like doing work anymore.
I could always get more writing done for my novel, but I’m not moved, no inspiration has darkened my door since lunch. Up until two hours ago I had no motivation, no umph, no drive to do anything, just the gumption-less urge to write.
What changed this you ask? Well, tonight, Wednesday April 4th 2012 the last episode, the series finale, of One Tree Hill aired on the US east coast.
For those of you who don’t know what One Tree hill is or was I will tell you this, it was a show unafraid to go to the dark places, a show unafraid to yank reality out of the high school stereotypes, and one that taught its viewers it was safe to believe in themselves. It was a show willing to let the world be quite. It wasn’t bogged down by vampires and the supernatural. It was a show made by real people, telling a story that in retrospect was about us all. Basically, it was a show that changed lives, and I know that for a fact, it changed mine.
During my Radio show every Tuesday at 11 o'clock I often talk about TV shows, and there is a phrase I have noticed I use a lot. "I grew up with that..." a statement that typically for me comes across as a figure of speech. However, Mark Schwahn , the creator of One Tree Hill, and Bethany Joy Lenz, who played Haley James Scott on the show, shared some wonderful insights tonight. Ones that have made me realize, I did grow up with this show, and it has taught me so much. The story was fictional yes but the weight it carried and the lessons it taught will always be with me.
Lucas Scott, played by Chad Michael Murray, once said the words “Tree Hill is a place, and if you look close enough.. you may see someone, someone like you just trying to find their way” This statement is exactly why I felt it necessary for something to be said about One Tree Hill. I watched the finale and realized just how much it meant to me.
Lucas and Nathan Scott, Haley James, Peyton Sawyer, Brooke Davis may have just been characters in a TV show but they all went through high school with me. I didn’t realize it then, but now I know their presence has been with me every step of the way like a best friend, helping, guiding and reassuring me.
On the special that aired before the finale tonight Sophia Bush, who played Brooke Davis Said a few words that sent me leaping for a pen. She said “Its immense and its beautiful”. In context she was talking about the show and what it meant to her, but I believe she inadvertently defined the experience I had with it, and what I imagine many others had as well.
If you haven’t guess by now, I don’t think of One Tree Hill as a TV show. I think of it as my safe haven. When the show opens and that town, Tree Hill, paints itself across my television screen, or Hulu window depending upon the day, I’ve been transported somewhere safe, I’ve come home.
When the episode finished I sat for a moment taking in what it meant and what had just happened. It wasn’t long before I realized I had the urge to write. So I grabbed my laptop, created a playlist to listen to and here I am. Sitting on my bed, my computer on a lap desk, sitting Indian style with a half empty bottle of Powerade balanced on my leg, and a pen in my ear. I’m surrounded by my journal, a tattered copy of Romeo and Juliet, and my pillows finally able to do something, to write something.
So far I’ve simply stated that One Tree Hill taught me a lot, I haven’t said what yet. I was building up I guess.
The characters and their stories showed me that even though I may see Jocks, Nerds, Geeks, Loners, or the Cool kids when I look around, they may not be those things at all. Looking at someone doesn’t tell you their story; it barely shows you the cover page. Even the “Smart Girl” in high school can be guilty of judging people based on stereotypes, I admit it, but no matter how many people actually fit the group you put them in, a lot of them will not.
Peyton Sawyer was a cheerleader, and a rocker. She loved music; she loved black, and red. She wasn’t girlie, she wasn’t peppy. I knew people like her in high school. I’ve been friends with my very own Peyton Sawyer.
Brooke Davis was the sexually active cheerleader, the class president, the fashion designer, the person who seemed to have it all on the outside, but on the inside in private was totally different. She was living basically on her own, her parents didn’t have time for her, she was vulnerable, wanted love, wanted her family back and very few people got to know that. I knew Brooke Davis too. I walked the halls of my high school, no doubt feeling envious of her. Wishing I could be her, never knowing how hard her life really was.
At one point or another I myself even embodied these characters, and others from One Tree Hill, many times, yet none of their stories tell you my mine. What we see is not what we get. Looking at me now, you probably wouldn’t know I tried out for the basketball team in middle school. You probably never would guess I’ve written out two whole novels now. No one can tell by looking at me that I’ve had my heart broken, no one can tell I’ve had loved ones die.
Just like no one can tell the same things about you. Maybe you haven’t done what I have but we all have a story to tell. We all have a story no matter how boring it may seem at times, there is one there, burning fiercely just below the surface.
I named my blog “You Can’t Measure a Dream” after a line off One Tree Hill, because you truly can’t measure them. So I have one message to you. Go out into your life, now that you’ve read this, and find what excites you. Take a new look at the people around you. Make sure you’re not taking a single thing for granted. Embrace the world, and think of a dream. Once you have that dream, hold on tight, with everything you’ve got and believe in it with all your heart.
No one is perfect, but we are all bound together in this beautiful world of imperfections.
Sitting here in front of my laptop, has yielded nothing over the last few hours. I’ve facebook stalked my friends, I’ve played the mindless games, I’ve checked my email a hundred times. Nothing is firing behind my eye balls. I know I should be working on my homework or my next Grizzly article, but I am just like 90 percent of college students at 10:40pm on a Wednesday night. I am tired, and just don’t feel like doing work anymore.
I could always get more writing done for my novel, but I’m not moved, no inspiration has darkened my door since lunch. Up until two hours ago I had no motivation, no umph, no drive to do anything, just the gumption-less urge to write.
What changed this you ask? Well, tonight, Wednesday April 4th 2012 the last episode, the series finale, of One Tree Hill aired on the US east coast.
For those of you who don’t know what One Tree hill is or was I will tell you this, it was a show unafraid to go to the dark places, a show unafraid to yank reality out of the high school stereotypes, and one that taught its viewers it was safe to believe in themselves. It was a show willing to let the world be quite. It wasn’t bogged down by vampires and the supernatural. It was a show made by real people, telling a story that in retrospect was about us all. Basically, it was a show that changed lives, and I know that for a fact, it changed mine.
During my Radio show every Tuesday at 11 o'clock I often talk about TV shows, and there is a phrase I have noticed I use a lot. "I grew up with that..." a statement that typically for me comes across as a figure of speech. However, Mark Schwahn , the creator of One Tree Hill, and Bethany Joy Lenz, who played Haley James Scott on the show, shared some wonderful insights tonight. Ones that have made me realize, I did grow up with this show, and it has taught me so much. The story was fictional yes but the weight it carried and the lessons it taught will always be with me.
Lucas Scott, played by Chad Michael Murray, once said the words “Tree Hill is a place, and if you look close enough.. you may see someone, someone like you just trying to find their way” This statement is exactly why I felt it necessary for something to be said about One Tree Hill. I watched the finale and realized just how much it meant to me.
Lucas and Nathan Scott, Haley James, Peyton Sawyer, Brooke Davis may have just been characters in a TV show but they all went through high school with me. I didn’t realize it then, but now I know their presence has been with me every step of the way like a best friend, helping, guiding and reassuring me.
On the special that aired before the finale tonight Sophia Bush, who played Brooke Davis Said a few words that sent me leaping for a pen. She said “Its immense and its beautiful”. In context she was talking about the show and what it meant to her, but I believe she inadvertently defined the experience I had with it, and what I imagine many others had as well.
If you haven’t guess by now, I don’t think of One Tree Hill as a TV show. I think of it as my safe haven. When the show opens and that town, Tree Hill, paints itself across my television screen, or Hulu window depending upon the day, I’ve been transported somewhere safe, I’ve come home.
When the episode finished I sat for a moment taking in what it meant and what had just happened. It wasn’t long before I realized I had the urge to write. So I grabbed my laptop, created a playlist to listen to and here I am. Sitting on my bed, my computer on a lap desk, sitting Indian style with a half empty bottle of Powerade balanced on my leg, and a pen in my ear. I’m surrounded by my journal, a tattered copy of Romeo and Juliet, and my pillows finally able to do something, to write something.
So far I’ve simply stated that One Tree Hill taught me a lot, I haven’t said what yet. I was building up I guess.
The characters and their stories showed me that even though I may see Jocks, Nerds, Geeks, Loners, or the Cool kids when I look around, they may not be those things at all. Looking at someone doesn’t tell you their story; it barely shows you the cover page. Even the “Smart Girl” in high school can be guilty of judging people based on stereotypes, I admit it, but no matter how many people actually fit the group you put them in, a lot of them will not.
Peyton Sawyer was a cheerleader, and a rocker. She loved music; she loved black, and red. She wasn’t girlie, she wasn’t peppy. I knew people like her in high school. I’ve been friends with my very own Peyton Sawyer.
Brooke Davis was the sexually active cheerleader, the class president, the fashion designer, the person who seemed to have it all on the outside, but on the inside in private was totally different. She was living basically on her own, her parents didn’t have time for her, she was vulnerable, wanted love, wanted her family back and very few people got to know that. I knew Brooke Davis too. I walked the halls of my high school, no doubt feeling envious of her. Wishing I could be her, never knowing how hard her life really was.
At one point or another I myself even embodied these characters, and others from One Tree Hill, many times, yet none of their stories tell you my mine. What we see is not what we get. Looking at me now, you probably wouldn’t know I tried out for the basketball team in middle school. You probably never would guess I’ve written out two whole novels now. No one can tell by looking at me that I’ve had my heart broken, no one can tell I’ve had loved ones die.
Just like no one can tell the same things about you. Maybe you haven’t done what I have but we all have a story to tell. We all have a story no matter how boring it may seem at times, there is one there, burning fiercely just below the surface.
I named my blog “You Can’t Measure a Dream” after a line off One Tree Hill, because you truly can’t measure them. So I have one message to you. Go out into your life, now that you’ve read this, and find what excites you. Take a new look at the people around you. Make sure you’re not taking a single thing for granted. Embrace the world, and think of a dream. Once you have that dream, hold on tight, with everything you’ve got and believe in it with all your heart.
No one is perfect, but we are all bound together in this beautiful world of imperfections.
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