The first day back on campus can be kinda rough, however it can also be “excceeellllennttt.”
Here are a few perks and downsides to the dreaded day back as told by one of the wackiest movies ever:
2. When you walk into class and the first words to escape the professor’s shriveled up mouth are: “Attendance is mandatory and late entry won’t be tolerated.” (Honestly, I would prefer a severed head over this).
3. School=The Suck Kut.
4. But theres nothing like the glorious feeling of linking back up with the squad…
5. Seeing your “Stacy” on campus like:
6. The rush of happiness when the one hot guy picks the seat next to you:
7. Your reaction (hopefully) when someone asks how your first day back went:
Sure, we’ve all heard it: “New Year, New Me!”
(In fact, I heard recently that gyms rent equipment in the first two months of the new year to be able to supply to the people with that mindset).
…I’m doing something a little different- and I’m going to challenge you to do it with me.
Instead of focusing on dramatic changes in our lifestyle, we’re going to focus on our happiness.
Over the course of this month (January), I’ve made a commitment to my mind and my body that I will apply these 15 techniques (at least once) to further my happiness through self-love.
Here we go:
2. Have a favorite candle? Burn it
3. Get a manicure, massage, or new haircut
4. Buy yourself a bouquet of flowers
5. Set some goals
6. Write some loving and peaceful affirmations
7. Go out with your girlfriends
8. Start taking a class
9. Have a night in for yourself (or with a close friend)
10. Brew some tea or coffee and drink it outside
11. Create something
12. Put together a positivity playlist
13. Write a letter to yourself
14. Watch your go-to chick flick with no shame
15. Bubble bath
The great thing about this list is that not only are these fun, but they’re good for you. I know this semester (personally) is going to be a rough one- so having these small and blissful activities will be a great way to keep me grounded. And honestly, they aren’t hard- It’s just a matter of sprinkling them into my month!
Anyways…Happy New Year, Guys!
Stay fabulous, and don’t forget to subscribe in the sidebar!
Being loved conveniently is hard. It’s a nasty, unbearable mix of emotion. One moment, (s)he is crazy for, and all about you, but eventually you’ll realize that fire is only around during the easiest of times for that person.
Basically, you catch on that…
…and it sucks.
At first, that is.
You’ll let go, in the most self-loving way. And you’ll be freaking devastated because:
But you need to realize that feeling is not devastation…Its shock. I mean, you’re awesome, right? What the heck is (s)he doing with his life if s(he) isn’t STRIVING to have someone as dope as you?
But that’s the thing.
S(h)e never STRIVED to have you. Basically, all s(he) was striving for was convenience.
(^LIVE BY THIS)
I’ve learned so much from my history of dating in high school and college, and I wouldn’t change it for the world. Dating around may not be for everyone, but I now know what I want, deserve and look forward to…
…And I’ll have it when it’s right because *I-
One day (if not already) you’re going to find yourself in a dreadful position.
A group assignment.
Remember the children’s song from Sunday School?
“When we all pull together, together, together,
When we all pull together, how happy we’ll be.”
The professor will disguise this awful task with pretty words such as: “Collaborative,” and “easy.”
If you’re lucky, you’ll have one other person in the group to help you with the coffee-filled-and-sleep-lacking nights…but most likely you will do everything on your own.
You’re the guy who will show up the day of the presentation (after you’ve done each part) saying something like:
When all you really wanted was:
At this point I can’t help but contemplate on which side of this sits the more intelligent human. The person who is actually working, or the person who somehow smarted their way out of doing any work what-so-ever..?
AS SOMEONE WHO IS ACTIVELY AVOIDING FAILURE-
No more group assignments.
At least let me take full credit for everything I did as an individual and ding them for being absolutely lazy.
Recently got the opportunity to shoot some neat photos on the beach of a friend. Surfers will never stop amazing me with their natural ability to almost shift into a piece of the ocean. I was so sad when I couldn’t get the rear cap off of my 300 lens because of how sick it would’ve been to catch that dynamic relationship between a person, a board, and the waves. Oh well, next time.
For now, my distant action shot will have to do.
The time of year is approaching where Walmarts around the nation will be newly supplied with freshman-dorm necessities and back-to-school check-lists. But along with these lists and uncomfortable futons, this time of year brings on a shift in everyone’s life.
For some reason, I’ve always held a grudge with Autumn. Whether it’s because I have to watch my friends leave for school, throw on an unflattering sweater, or readjust to a new schedule, I always seem to blame it on the time of year.
This particular round, though, I may be facing some crazy changes myself. I’m incredibly excited, but along with this I’m also quite nervous. From transferring to a new university, to traveling alone, there are many things in stock. But, just like any other year that I go through this, I’m reminding myself of the constants in my life.
Well, these are the nouns (people, places, or things, for those of you who don’t remember) in my life that always stay put and help me remain grounded.
My constants include my family, God, my close friends, and the ocean.
While the ocean may seem like such an obscure constant, let me tell you:
There is no where else in this world that I can go, be silent, and soak up such an untouchable amount of joy.
Truthfully, I find that it’s almost a cleansing experience.
“Get yourself grounded and you can navigate even the stormiest roads in peace.”
― Steve Goodier
So, throughout all of the upcoming alterations in my life (which hopefully includes a sum total of zero futons) I will hold my constants near.
Growing up, I’ve never understood how people sat still. How they just allowed every thought in their mind to trip over the barriers placed up by their busy minds. How they could allow their minds to be anything but busy.
“Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our minds!” -Marcus Garvey
While sure, this quote sounds courageous, I’m not quite sure if my worn mind can fall for it. “…none but ourselves can free our minds!…” Bah!
My worn mind, though?
Let me explain.
Nearly two weeks ago, I took one of the wisest steps I’ve taken in the three years I’ve noticeably faced issues with anxiety and depression: I decided I was done feeling enslaved.
Sure, after time spent learning and studying from online resources I found ways to cope and get along in my day-to-day activities, but things were becoming much too difficult on my own.
I was simply mastering the art of distraction.
Personally, when I’m more stressed than usual, a huge indicator that my issues are worsening is what I do with my life and where my time is spent. If I’m constantly busying myself, and only home long enough to sleep, more often that not I’m trying to escape any chance of sitting still long enough for my thoughts to consume me. I’m busying my mind.
“‘Amusement’ is appealing because we don’t have to think; it spares us the fear and anxiety that might otherwise prey on our thoughts.” -John Ortberg
My so-called “enslaved” mind craved the emancipation that Marcus Garvey’s quote mentions. Why couldn’t I just deal with it and set myself free? I figured if I kept myself amused, and away from my thoughts, I was fixing the issue.
Sadly, though, in the process of distracting myself long enough see a blurry glimpse of freedom, I was missing simple experiences like moments spent at home with my family, opportunities to read, or even write here on this blog.
In reality, my slave had been screaming so loudly that it wasn’t able to hear anything else. Not even the nagging sense that something isn’t -wasn’t- right.
So for the first time, I confronted my screaming slave and made it quiet long enough to hear the opinion of a doctor.
After this quick interaction, and a brutally honest discussion on my spiraling feelings and thoughts, I was suggested to start on a simple medication that would level some hormones in my brain to make everything a little more doable.
Throughout the appointment, my nervous mind was growing more and more excited. “Tina,” my Dr., was so reassuring. I wasn’t crazy, or abnormal in her eyes! In fact, I reminded her of her daughter who has the same medication.
Mental health is nothing you should have to rely on yourself to cure. You shouldn’t try and “free” yourself, and especially not through distraction.
So how do I feel now?
Well, it’s been two weeks of taking a regular dose of my meds, and I can honestly say I’ve never felt so relieved. When I come home from work at night, I don’t spend hours sitting up in bed thinking of whatever might plague me that night. Instead, I close my eyes and I’m quickly carried off. Peacefully.
My mind doesn’t feel tethered to my emotions any more. Instead, I choose what I want to focus on and think about.
Now I get it: How people just sit there.
Because now, I’m able to sit still, too.
To some degree, I hold the belief that people are simply characters in a story. It’s not as if there is any sort of plot, or climax, or even a catalyst to said story. In fact: some of us are just floating. A few, it seems, lack any depth what-so-ever. But, sometimes, these little characters are blessed with the hideously raw experience of growth.
What am I talking about when I say, “Growth”?
Well, to explain, I’d start with the idea that maybe we aren’t all contributing to the same story. Perhaps, we as humans, are feeding into multiple happy endings. Or, more realistically, dreadful let downs, depending on the POV (point of view).
Being the type of person to love easily, my heart has been let down countless times. In some moments, these disappointments lead to the hollowing sense that the particular novel of my time spent with someone left my character with the rotten bit of the ending. But, really, this isn’t the case. Rather, my character has seen and felt more than most. Truthfully, my Author has simply given me depth: Something that has to happen for a character to be likable.
Though it hurt, and I’ve spiraled in the most cliche way possible, my persona has been developed and pushed further than it ever has before.
It has grown.
*I* have grown.