tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26167968847128524042024-02-07T14:21:08.273-08:00listen to the girl as she takes on half the worldIT IS WHAT IT IS.justlikehoneyyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15566919841887276596noreply@blogger.comBlogger228125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616796884712852404.post-79939967920002198312014-06-25T09:16:00.000-07:002014-06-25T09:24:13.461-07:00Problem solving and the problem I have with design<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">
I don't know why I never cared about science or politics before. I always really thought history was more interesting, and I guess if I'm being honest, it was more FUN to remember stories than to solve problems. That probably has something to do with why I went to art school… it seemed to somewhat align with my outlook on just staying out of the business of serious, hopeless & frustrating problem-solving. Then there was the rude awakening when I realized that doing design IS just problem-solving... the same problem over and over again. They try to tell you at school that each design challenge is unique, but that's kind of the scam. Generally speaking, most people (and therefore clients) really just want to look good in the market and be on-trend with their demo. There's nothing wrong with that at all -- in fact, that really makes a lot of sense. It's how I feel about my own brand as well. </div>
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My point is… I am disappointed in myself for holding so much interest for so long in something that can actually be quite dull and simplistic at its core. I sometimes catch myself wishing that I was working on a different problem -- maybe one that mattered to more people. It's okay to do design for a living, but I just think there are more interesting problems to solve. I'll let you know if I change my mind on all of this 4 years from now. Stay tuned.</div>
justlikehoneyyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15566919841887276596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616796884712852404.post-30041418052002900332013-04-14T15:48:00.001-07:002013-04-14T15:49:35.331-07:00Things that need to remain prioritiesKeep your life in perspective, future-self.<br />
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1. Spend a week in a place I've never been (mega-trip) at least once every 2 years.<br />
2. Camp out, at least 1 night per year.<br />
3. Convertible (or sun roof) before kids.<br />
4. Live in a place where it's year-round beautiful.<br />
5. Get a screened-in porch or patio + GRILL!<br />
6. Keep making wine.<br />
7. Grow and use more herbs.<br />
8. Read at least 3 great books [preferably classics] each year.<br />
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to be continued.justlikehoneyyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15566919841887276596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616796884712852404.post-66080030591981639202012-08-01T17:58:00.001-07:002012-08-01T17:58:51.203-07:00Abandonment of the Current "Reality"Sometimes I think my reality is merely a long-sustained illusion.<br />
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The relationships that I cultivate and nourish, the walls I construct around myself, the boxes that I move myself to and from day after day, the images I have of myself, and the problems that I envision with their solutions. Am I always just a slight mind-slip away from seeing them as nothing more than a fiction? How important is it to them that I continue to believe and "progress" and shape them? What if I called them out and question their validity? Would they sustain or collapse? How hard would it be to wake up and be a completely different person-- with a different personality, face, and life? Do I want to? Is this what I am, or is this merely what my path has made me into?<br />
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Thoughts feel like a swarm of insects tonight. Hot and infectious, and there seems to be no escape.justlikehoneyyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15566919841887276596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616796884712852404.post-76104003701070051412012-05-14T09:29:00.002-07:002012-05-14T09:43:09.695-07:00Mini-Meditations for May<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">See the glass already broken:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Every rock is formed and every rock will vanish. It is only a matter of when. Use perspective. And instead of thinking, "Oh my God!," find yourself thinking, "Ah, there it goes..."</span><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Search for the grain of truth in other's opinions: </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When you judge someone else's opinion, it doesn't say <i>anything</i> about the other person, but it does say something about your need to be judgmental.</span><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Seek first to understand: </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Become more interested in understanding the other person, rather than being understood.</span><br />
<br />justlikehoneyyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15566919841887276596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616796884712852404.post-10400109049086496142012-05-09T12:21:00.004-07:002012-05-09T12:23:00.642-07:005/9/12:: Here is the upside: a lesson in being aloneRead this as slowly and as carefully as I wrote it:<br />
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Take each step lightly, with balance, in the moment, guided solely by internal values and passions, WITH HONESTY-- rather than trying to formulate plans and strive for certain outcomes. Don't <i>seek</i> perspective. <b>Listen</b>. And above ALL ELSE, be kind.</div>justlikehoneyyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15566919841887276596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616796884712852404.post-43565043335300948002012-03-22T13:47:00.005-07:002012-03-22T13:56:30.441-07:003/22/12:: Really not surprisedI feel like a completely different person. My insides are clearing out.<div><br /></div><div>But there's this one thing... </div><div><br /></div><div>On really nice afternoons like today, when the sun is warm and the trees are blossomed, as I'm getting off the bus after work-- I sometimes get this overwhelming feeling that I'm going to turn my head... and you're going to be sitting on my front step waiting for me. You never are, of course. And you never would be. </div><div><br /></div><div>But it really strikes me down with the same intense blow, every single time. </div>justlikehoneyyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15566919841887276596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616796884712852404.post-5390613887773239222011-12-14T08:35:00.002-08:002012-04-15T11:48:59.565-07:0012/14/11:: no more spider, no more leaf.<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; color: #287181"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; color: #287181">I've been aware of sadness, apathy, joy, the weather, my friends, my body. I've been aware of my job and tasks and sleep. I've played things out. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; color: #287181; min-height: 16.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; color: #287181">But to actually feel something. To cry. Be warm with anger. To miss someone. To worry.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; color: #287181">These things are strange islands to me. Vacation spots that I pass by on my boat, but never stop at. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; color: #287181">I have postcards to these emotions from my past. I look at them and tell myself I've been there.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; color: #287181">It's been so long though that they seem just like stories.</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; color: #287181"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; color: #287181"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; color: #287181"><br /></p>justlikehoneyyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15566919841887276596noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616796884712852404.post-76445045787189457562011-10-19T13:04:00.000-07:002011-10-19T13:11:36.398-07:0010/19/11:: Alone in StationI want, of course, many things. I don't need to list all of them because I am sure you can figure out for yourself most of them: good health, financial stability, etc etc. <div><br /></div><div>What I want (not <i>most of all</i>, but on a high priority) right now is the company I keep to be on <b>my level</b>. And I don't mean that in a condescending way, though I know it really sounds like it. I just tend to surround myself with people that are in a totally different place in their lives. Not going to school, in school, starting their own business... </div><div><br /></div><div>Fine.</div><div><br /></div><div>But on some selfish surface level, I need someone like me. Who is doing what I'm doing. Who wants/likes/hates/affords/aspires toward/knows the things that I do. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Which shouldn't be so hard to find... because I'm pretty ordinary. And yet... I don't have that person in my life.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>justlikehoneyyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15566919841887276596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616796884712852404.post-56647852986072181832011-09-24T15:40:00.000-07:002011-09-24T15:45:02.711-07:009/24/11:: Sometimes<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;">Every so often, I am forced to wake up... realize my room is trashed and clean it up. Realize I've been lazy... get productive. Realize I've been sloppy with my emotions... reign it in.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;">I've been making a lot happen. On paper, I must look pretty good. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;">But internally, there is much work to be done. Much to be re-packaged, re-organized, rearranged...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;">And not just for the sake of rearranging. But because it's important to know where you are [in the present moment], so you have an accurate view of where you are going [in the future]. The past is the past, and we can look at it from any angle, but the brutal honesty of NOW is the demon to be reckoned with.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;">Patience</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;">Selflessness</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;">Jealousy</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;">Stress</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;">Self-consciousness</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">Honesty</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">Projects. </span></div>justlikehoneyyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15566919841887276596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616796884712852404.post-4605163993834273772011-08-22T19:55:00.000-07:002011-08-22T20:21:03.103-07:008/22/11:: Your Unbearable Lightness<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">When some people feel love in a memory, they write songs about it, full of intricate, affected metaphors. Great chefs write recipes, ones with the flavors that arouse the same emotions or sensations. Dancers and athletes move their bodies, flex their muscles, and feel energy in places that before perhaps felt lifeless.
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<br />My energy, however, just spins. Feeling swirls around. Collects in the atmosphere. Fills entire rooms and goes spilling out into hallways, tumbling down stairs, and avalanching into the neighbor's yard.
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<br />There are moments that as they are happening, you know belong only to you. You know that you're the only one noticing that the sun is peeking in the window just right, or that the room is the perfect temperature for touching. I replay these in my head while I'm on the bus or while I'm walking from the coffee shop to my desk.
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<br />What do you think about? I wish I knew. I hope that doesn't make me selfish. I hope it doesn't sound stupid.</span></span>justlikehoneyyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15566919841887276596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616796884712852404.post-70823973798541909562011-07-24T06:51:00.000-07:002011-07-25T06:06:17.730-07:007/24/11:: Sunday mornin' comin' downDespite last night proving to be an major, yet accidental failure on my part (fell hard asleep by 9pm even though I HAD plans...), it enabled me to wake up bright and rested this morning as early as sunrise. I had one of those blissful Sunday feelings, where you stretch in bed and look at your hair sticking up in the mirror--and think, "I have so much time to enjoy my coffee today. It won't be noon for hours."<div><br /></div><div>And after a while, while I waited for it to become a reasonable hour to text a friend, I started digging through some old files. Old video blogs that I never posted, old messages to myself back from when I started my fitness journey in January. It was really inspiring. At the end of one I wrote, "Dear future self, I bet you look awesome now... and feel awesome too. I hope you're enjoying it because your past self feels like crap and really doesn't feel like working out today. I'm going to go do it for you, though." Made me laugh. And made me realize, yeah... I do feel pretty good. And even though the past few months have felt like tires spinning, I have really accomplished a lot for myself on the inside AND outside.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've been breaking down a lot of walls I had built up for myself when I was younger and in college. Doing lots of things that I thought, "oh, that's just not me," or "i just don't function that way." Saving money, letting guards down and learning to allow myself to be vulnerable, exploring the joys of selflessness, taking on the responsibility of being another person's inspiration-- not to mention my own personal wellness goals of working out, eating right, and just generally being healthier. </div><div><br /></div><div>I've just recently become an official Independent Beachbody Coach-- it means I coach people for free, helping them to reach their own wellness goals. </div><div><br /></div><div>Profits are based off of commission on products of course, but it's truly inconsequential. It's about holding myself accountable and meeting more people like myself who care passionately about making change. </div><div><br /></div><div>"A year from now, you will wish you had started today."</div><div><br /></div><div>Making things happen.</div>justlikehoneyyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15566919841887276596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616796884712852404.post-12179330625157987772011-07-21T13:59:00.000-07:002011-07-21T15:53:16.893-07:007/21/2011:: Heat WaveThis heat is a bubble that is keeping my thoughts trapped in. Hard to breathe. Hard to think. Hard to move. Nothing escapes me except sweat. Exhaling cigarettes is displeasurable. Talking seems exhausting. The only thing that feels good is taking things in: wine, water, criticism. I'm soaking everything up like a sponge, and I'm swelling up like a god damn balloon, I swear.<div><br /></div><div>What most people don't get about me is that I'm constantly trying to communicate something. Even when alone, I'm sending out flags and messages to the outside-- usually cryptic, though painfully planned and executed with precision. This might sound pretty standard, but it's much, much worse for me than anyone realizes. I don't say a word without some sort of angle. Also, it's important to know that I am very bad at geometry.</div><div><br /></div><div>I feel like the spaces of happiness and productivity are very tiny overlapping "places" in a person's psyche. It's very possible one day to stumble into this space for a brief moment... clean your room like a madwoman with Billie Holiday on volume 27... and stumble out just as quickly, hit like a brick by your usual malaise. It's only when you're really tuned in are you able to balance on one foot in that space for a long period of time. The tiniest push from an outside force, and you could fall right out back into the abyss. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm tiptoeing around people right now, pushing off of walls and ideas to find the zone where everything feels balanced. The problem is, I keep trying to pull other people into that space with me because I've been feeling so lonely. One person in particular, if I was going to attempt to be honest about it. I'm finding, however, it's a place that only has room for one. </div>justlikehoneyyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15566919841887276596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616796884712852404.post-79415005597328907282011-07-16T17:45:00.000-07:002011-07-16T17:46:07.126-07:007/16/11:: I'm trying to outsmart my own heart.<object width="446" height="326"><param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"> <param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/BreneBrown_2010X-medium.flv&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/BreneBrown-2010X.embed_thumbnail.jpg&vw=432&vh=240&ap=0&ti=1042&lang=&introDuration=15330&adDuration=4000&postAdDuration=830&adKeys=talk=brene_brown_on_vulnerability;year=2010;theme=how_the_mind_works;theme=what_makes_us_happy;theme=a_taste_of_tedx;event=TEDxHouston;tag=Culture;tag=communication;tag=social+change;&preAdTag=tconf.ted/embed;tile=1;sz=512x288;"><embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="446" height="326" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/BreneBrown_2010X-medium.flv&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/BreneBrown-2010X.embed_thumbnail.jpg&vw=432&vh=240&ap=0&ti=1042&lang=&introDuration=15330&adDuration=4000&postAdDuration=830&adKeys=talk=brene_brown_on_vulnerability;year=2010;theme=how_the_mind_works;theme=what_makes_us_happy;theme=a_taste_of_tedx;event=TEDxHouston;tag=Culture;tag=communication;tag=social+change;"></embed></object>justlikehoneyyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15566919841887276596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616796884712852404.post-89826844950416813422011-07-12T12:07:00.001-07:002012-04-04T16:34:28.295-07:007/12/11:: A meditation on prosophobia and dependency<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color: #333233; min-height: 15.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color:#333233;">Have you ever had to fight two opposing forces and push through to the center? (The dark center where you can't see the ground or feel the walls.) Both of my arms are stretched out in front and I'm reaching forward for something on which to stabilize, but everything is shifting and getting lost before I can grab on. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color: #333233; min-height: 15.0px"><br /></p> <p color="#333233" style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; ">I meditate on my thoughts during the afternoons. I whisper mantras to myself in the morning when I sit alone in the park before work. <span style="color:#000000;"><i>You can endure this. It can all be endured. </i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color: #333233; min-height: 15.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color:#333233;">Things were not so complicated just a short while ago. I had orientation to my surroundings– to the space between myself and other people. I've been a loner for a long time, and the only thing that puzzled me then was my general numbness and lack of emotion. Now I find feelings tucked away in every crevice. They creep up on me at the most unexpected moments, and I find myself overly sensitive to the opinions and actions of others. Say the word and I'll buy you dinner. I'll drop my plans. I'll rearrange my outlook. I'll make room for you and your needs because I don't seem to have any. Before you know it, my needs are one-in-the-same, indistinguishable from yours. I need to be needed. I need to have a clear space in <span style="color:#000000;"><i>their</i></span> territory. I need things that are irrational, illogical, immeasurable, and most importantly… incapable of being stuffed into a tiny box on my calendar. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color: #333233; min-height: 15.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color: #333233; min-height: 15.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color: #333233">What a radical left turn. </p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color: #333233">I have melted and reformed as an entirely different animal. Lack of emotion replaced with hypersensitivity and dependency on the very same people that isolated me with their poor understanding of my condition.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color: #333233"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color: #333233">Uncompromising waves and undercurrents and moodswings and fear.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color: #333233; min-height: 15.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color: #333233">Anxiety builds and goals get reprioritized and/or tossed to the wayside <b>when </b><span style="color:#000000;"><b>you</b></span><b> say the word</b>. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color: #333233; min-height: 15.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color: #333233">Come closer. But get the fuck away from me.</p>justlikehoneyyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15566919841887276596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616796884712852404.post-11295391296852451062011-06-12T18:07:00.000-07:002011-06-12T18:09:29.232-07:00And one-by-one I drowned all of the people I had been.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Things are shifting all around me. People are making drastic moves, trying to catch my attention, but I find myself even less interested and distant than before. Move away. Start a fight. Make a vow. I can't even see you anymore. Talk about tunnel vision...<br /><br />Sometimes I wonder if it's even possible for me to give any meaningful part of myself to another person anymore: lover or friend. Maybe the compliments and laughs and fucks and drinks are all that's left on the table. Even when I force myself open, I find very little is released, and usually it is only the surface wounds that I bother to lick clean. I always say that the right people will find the real me; they'll "change my mind" or crack me without my even being aware of it. I have started to ponder the possibility that everyone finds themselves approaching a closed door. Is that my problem? Or do I just continue to insist that they are just too stupid to try the knob? I'm not sure.<br /><br />Little by little, I shut down entire layers of feeling, former habits, and relationships. It seems like every other day a former version of myself dies. Pretty soon I will only be in the present, and I'll be the girl made of mirrors and glass. Reflecting everything, including the sun. Look at me and you'll only see yourself, exactly what everyone really wants to see anyway.<br /><br />This all sounds very bad I'm sure, but it's not.<br /><br />It is what it is.</span></span>justlikehoneyyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15566919841887276596noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616796884712852404.post-70067905857365966682011-04-25T17:34:00.000-07:002011-05-10T16:53:44.648-07:004/25/11:: Insanity<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Where is the center? Find it if you can. Lock eyes with it. Own it.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The body: it is my most prized possession and my greatest conquest.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sculpt the temple which houses your brain and heart, and their strength expounds exponentially upon itself.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Euphoria! -- I am a baby again. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Babies enter this world without fear despite being on their own. </span></span></div>justlikehoneyyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15566919841887276596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616796884712852404.post-70764519995832892192011-03-21T19:14:00.000-07:002011-03-21T19:20:55.810-07:003/21/11:: Velvet Curtains<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In case any of you were worried, I am not dead... nor is this blog. We are merely preparing for a grand reveal, which is still a month away.<br /><br />It involves a new body, new attitude, and maybe even a new l o c a t i o n.<br /><br />A lot less white noise these days-- more ukuleles.</span></span></span>justlikehoneyyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15566919841887276596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616796884712852404.post-8914779565443784972011-03-02T19:45:00.000-08:002011-03-02T16:52:56.772-08:003/2/11:: Just to see what is<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div>This video/song pretty much embodies my entire [mental] life right now:</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><div><br /></div><div><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="360" height="260" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cfOa1a8hYP8" frameborder="0"></iframe></div></div>justlikehoneyyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15566919841887276596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616796884712852404.post-38791408816960571022011-02-02T19:05:00.000-08:002011-03-21T19:26:13.183-07:002/2/11:: I will survive this winter<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">via:</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Cocorosie - Animals</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Bon Iver - Flume</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Rufus Wainwright - Sad With What I Have</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Patrick Wolf - This Weather</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">The Radio Dept. - Pulling Our Weight</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Red House Painters - Revelation Big Sur</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Bright Eyes - Messenger Bird Song</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Bon Iver - Blood Bank</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">The Smiths - I Know It's Over</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Bright Eyes - A Song To Pass The Time</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">I don't usually reveal such private matters.</span></span></div><div><br /></div>justlikehoneyyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15566919841887276596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616796884712852404.post-61622147923887852312011-01-02T17:19:00.000-08:002011-07-03T11:09:34.506-07:001/2/11:: Oh... by the way...<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Things I've </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">been</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> and </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">will be</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> doing:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Re-reading </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Walden</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> by Thoreau (in its entirety this time)</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through; ">**Completing P90x (in other words, getting in serious shape)</span></span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">*Rounding off the 6 month marker (January 2011) on being Smoke Free</span></span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Getting to #300 with my </span></span><a href="http://www.filmrevival.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">1001 Films To See Before I Die</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> project </span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">*Reaching 12k in my savings account</span></span></span></li></ul></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">**Progress update on April 21, 2011</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">*Progress update on February 2, 2011</span></div>justlikehoneyyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15566919841887276596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616796884712852404.post-28908838082607847682010-12-12T18:44:00.000-08:002010-12-12T18:55:11.052-08:0012/12/10 :: See you when I resurfaceYou don't have to keep track of anyone else to keep track of yourself. There are no deadlines for introspection, and you only have yourself to hold accountable when you fall behind. You can't get jealous at someone else for doing it better, and you can't be embarrassed about anything (because no one will ever know).<div><br /></div><div>Do I think having the $70 shower curtain will make me a freer spirit? Not really. But I guess it's always been in my imaginary bathroom– the one that I imagine myself having <i>when I'm happier</i>. The details of my future life are more real to me than the reality of the one I'm living now. Sometimes that terrifies me, and other times I rationalize that as ambition. I'm not clear on which is wise and which is delusion. (Your opinion is as useless as mine by the way.)</div><div><br /></div><div>I spend so much time alone that I am working so much out in my head. Without making contact with people, I've sorted out and/or dissolved friendships, cleared messes, and put to rest issues. Imagine spring garage cleaning without ever stepping foot into the garage. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm learning to depend on myself, and while I've strived for this for so long– it's starting to scare me a little too. Where is the balance? Why is there never a balance of socialization versus isolation? Why am I always plummeting headfirst into dark oceans when it comes to decisions and states-of-mind?</div><div><br /></div><div>I will resurface. But I'm not sure when. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>justlikehoneyyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15566919841887276596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616796884712852404.post-36645245572777319342010-11-30T18:06:00.000-08:002010-11-30T18:15:08.768-08:0011/30/10:: Concentration<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Guess what? When it comes right down to it, wherever you go, there you are. Whatever you wind up doing, that's what you've wound up doing. Whatever you are thinking right now, </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">that's</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> what's on your mind. Whatever has happened to you, it has already happened. The important question is, how are you going to handle it? In other words, "Now what?"</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Like it or not, this moment is all we really have to work with. Yet we all too easily conduct our lives as if forgetting momentarily that we are </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">here</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, where we already are, and that are </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">in</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> what we are already in. In every moment, we find ourselves at the crossroad of here and now. But when the cloud of forgetfulness over where we are now sets in, in that very moment we get lost. "Now what?" becomes a real problem.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">By lost, I mean that we momentarily lose touch with ourselves and with the full extent of our possibilities. Instead, we fall into a robotlike way of seeing and thinking and doing. In those moments, we break contact with what is deepest in ourselves and affords us perhaps our greatest opportunities for creativity, learning, and growing. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">If we are not careful, those clouded moments can stretch out and become most of our lives.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">-jon kabat-zinn</span></span></span></div>justlikehoneyyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15566919841887276596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616796884712852404.post-9573773757023526292010-11-09T16:58:00.001-08:002010-11-09T17:12:53.337-08:0011/9/10:: 3rd Nature - Detroit Creative Awareness<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3nhkTnvm821gzwXWiP0cYFw6v3m727dM2Ta7Uxpzf-0DWHJUuyZ5QSBs1P2Vf9CNNGr6-fgGcGd_CSosZIuLBOHZ-3OEseEYiOWCWvNsoqA66NeB7HN6e2CkBY1iIzaERFcE0tj7M8a-J/s1600/logo.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 99px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3nhkTnvm821gzwXWiP0cYFw6v3m727dM2Ta7Uxpzf-0DWHJUuyZ5QSBs1P2Vf9CNNGr6-fgGcGd_CSosZIuLBOHZ-3OEseEYiOWCWvNsoqA66NeB7HN6e2CkBY1iIzaERFcE0tj7M8a-J/s320/logo.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537721840855681074" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>SO, seeing as I posted earlier about the DetroitLives project, I must come tell you about something else that is super awesome in Detroit right now. A very good friend of mine from my time at College for Creative Studies, Haley Querro, is working on a project/movement in Detroit called <b>3rd Nature: Detroit Creative Awareness</b>.<div><br /></div><div>Basically, this is a new organization/collective/movement that is shedding light on the creatives of Detroit-- attempting to bring people together to share with one another and hopefully result in a larger impact on the Detroit community. </div><div><br /></div><div>There are all sorts of exciting things going on like a proposal to <a href="http://detroitsoup.com/home/about/">Detroit Soup</a>, an upcoming event featuring the band <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Deadbeat-Beat/145939352105300?v=wall">Deadbeat Beat</a>, and an <a href="http://3rdnaturedetroit.com/submit-artwork/">opportunity</a> to be a part of a Detroit-positive-themed art show.</div><div><br /></div><div>Information on all of those things are available in the links above or at 3rd Nature's homepage:</div><div><a href="http://3rdnaturedetroit.com/">http://3rdnaturedetroit.com/</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Or you can follow them on <b>Twitter</b> for the latest news:</div><div><a href="http://twitter.com/3rdnaturedet">http://twitter.com/3rdnaturedet</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Yes please! </div><div>Be a part of the positivity!</div><div>Submit artwork, communicate, party, and celebrate Detroit!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>justlikehoneyyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15566919841887276596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616796884712852404.post-83979099458313100652010-11-02T11:17:00.001-07:002010-11-02T11:18:11.951-07:0011/2/10:: Started recently:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMfVl22S83wwGD_AfRy9AFvUQ0hhlO0Ve8bqChhOjaUdTlQuD6nHHVUAchX6yISn944_uMYPukLUXp81B3jq7aogiAYupguj43MuJnYNxSG7rKmD0Y7k55CTfMyBgC3jVMuHGmt7ABPc07/s1600/wherever_you_go_there_you_are_cover_p3x1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMfVl22S83wwGD_AfRy9AFvUQ0hhlO0Ve8bqChhOjaUdTlQuD6nHHVUAchX6yISn944_uMYPukLUXp81B3jq7aogiAYupguj43MuJnYNxSG7rKmD0Y7k55CTfMyBgC3jVMuHGmt7ABPc07/s320/wherever_you_go_there_you_are_cover_p3x1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535018334804165250" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCptq9PW_IfB2TXkXOSBigqywVX95NoGqcIgfHaC9Zy0b8lJHIJD689_r8kE30qsoobG6_RZBcOuKu7Mg375yzAZgDTNbpdfawuk0RhvI2BUwW7uqk715Qrm8-RTtTMSbyuSl-TPotmrIC/s1600/434.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCptq9PW_IfB2TXkXOSBigqywVX95NoGqcIgfHaC9Zy0b8lJHIJD689_r8kE30qsoobG6_RZBcOuKu7Mg375yzAZgDTNbpdfawuk0RhvI2BUwW7uqk715Qrm8-RTtTMSbyuSl-TPotmrIC/s320/434.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535018330229147570" /></a><br /></div>justlikehoneyyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15566919841887276596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616796884712852404.post-14134631245675869982010-10-30T20:12:00.000-07:002010-10-30T20:44:19.058-07:0010/30/10:: Rumination<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Rumination is comprised of two separate variables -- reflection and brooding. The reflection part of rumination can actually be somewhat helpful -- reflecting on a problem can lead you to a solution. Also, reflecting on certain events can help you process strong emotions associated with the issue. However, rumination in general, and brooding in particular, are associated with less proactive behavior and more of a negative mood. Co-rumination, where you rehash a situation with friends until you’ve talked it to death, also brings more stress to both parties. In short, if you find yourself constantly replaying something in your mind and dwelling on the injustice of it all, thinking about what you should have said or done, without taking any corresponding action, you’r</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">e likely making yourself feel more stressed. And you are also likely experiencing some of the negative effects of rumination.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:11px;">From About.com: Stress Management - By Elizabeth Scott, M.S.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Ruminating is a style of thinking in which, like a hamster in a cage, you run in tight circles on a treadmill in your </span></span><a href="http://www.psychologytoday.com/basics/neuroscience" title="Psychology Today looks at Neuroscience" class="pt-basics-link" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">brain</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">. It means obsessing about problems, about a loss, about any kind of a setback or ambiguity without moving past thought into the realm of action.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">The trouble with rumination is at least twofold. As you ruminate, you deepen the grooves in the brain, intensifying levels of anxiety and </span></span><a href="http://www.psychologytoday.com/basics/depression/symptoms" title="Psychology Today looks at Symptoms of Depression" class="pt-basics-link" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">depression</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">. And your problems remain unsolved, and are perhaps even exacerbated by the failure to move on them. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">W</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">omen are predisposed to rumination, largely because they value relationships and thus devote a great deal of time and mental energy to processing the often-ambiguous content of them.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size:11px;">From Psychology Today - By <a href="http://www.psychologytoday.com/articles/authors/ellen-mcgrath" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-decoration: none; ">Ellen McGrath</a>, published on April 11, 2003</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;">Symptoms and Effects include:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;">*Stress </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><b>*Extreme or Crippling Negativity/Pessimism</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><b>*Binge-eating</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><b>*Self-sabotaging</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><b>*Hypertension</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><b>*Heart palpitations/Anxiety attacks</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "> </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;">Stay tuned for mindfulness/meditative solutions.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>justlikehoneyyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15566919841887276596noreply@blogger.com0