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Back in 2012, I answered 21 deep and random questions I found online. The plan— then — was to  answer them again in 10 years.  Just to preface this little social experiment, upon trying to answer said questions again, I did not read what I had written 10 years ago. Going in BLIND--social science at it finest!! Each question will get its own blog post. Not sure how, but it's 2022. SO prepare yourself for the first blog in this experiment titled - "On: Question ONE" SECONDARY  DISCLAIMER: I care very much about reaching my potential, whatever that may be, and learning from my mistakes. So these are my most honest answers.     For context, read :)   On: 21 questions (blog) What is the meaning of life? Ok , coming in hot then? Great question albeit one of life’s mysteries.   I can’t imagine one simple answer can solve this query for the billions of people currently fuddling through life and the human existence.   This is a case by case thing; some people don’t care to kno

Two-years-ago, I willingly signed up for this ‘demanding’ training course; one of those … learn-as-much-information-as-humanly-possible situations. This condensed exposure assignment was  publicly  known as “motherhood,” and as of 2017, I left my enjoyable, selfish comfort bubble and became a card-carrying-trainee – FOR LIFE. Advertising said there was the equivalent of a second birthday, a whole holiday dedicated to these women where they were showered with gifts and could relax and revel in their parenting accomplishments and hard work; so much love – they said – one might explode.   They didn’t say there would be 1000 extra loads of laundry or diapers so offensive there might be tears, they didn’t mention any one of a million moments that would bring you to your knees looking frantically for a white flag to wave or some a manual to consult. Nonetheless, my whole being is invested forever. I am a lifetime card-carrying member of the mom club. I’m proud. It is a privilege to

If you read anything this year, let it be the blog post, The Tail End by: Tim Urban. (I’ll include the link at the bottom.) If afterwards you don’t feel sentimental (or all-out sob hysterically -- like I have) ... congratulations, because it's a heavy one.  Furthermore, the most remarkable thing I have watched in the name of entertainment or education is the TED talk, Do Schools Kill Creativity by: Sir Ken Robinson (link also at bottom). I watch it each year since I discovered it. Because of my own chosen career path, I have many friends who work in the performing arts and if any of you are reading this post (which I have shared on Facebook and Instagram)… please know that the assessments supported in both of these works will make your heart sing and your optimism float! They are both so valuable and confirming in a world that moves faster than ever before. READ THE BLOG, WATCH THE LINK, you’ll thank me later. “ I can’t tell you how wonderful it was, we walked in

Disclaimer: I didn't vote for President Trump, but he is the President and a huge part of me wants desperately for him to succeed... not to break a mold or to shove it to corrupt politics but because if he does, then the people and nation will be succeeding to a certain degree too.  Dear Mr. President  Elect , You have been elected, the majority has spoken … and now you have asked us to rally behind you, regardless of where our individual votes were cast; I genuinely agree that it’s our part of the deal, in a free democratic election, we should rally behind the victor. So Mr. Trump, I’m rallying; but please don’t forget your part of the deal. You promised us we’d never be forgotten again and that you’d lead each and every one of us. You may not personally value or place import on the things I do, but your end of the bargain revolves around listening to our voices. To start, this is what (our voices) are saying: 1.      RESPECT is RECIPROCAL I have always been upse

Don’t be fooled, you can never know what having your own wedding day would be like until it’s happening to you. I had attended quite a few weddings in my lifetime, and I let myself believe I didn’t need one. I told myself that chair coverings and table cloth colors should never be something to focus my energy on. I let myself be fine with not spending so much money on one day, and I allowed myself think that a wedding was a vain, tradition I could live without—I was wrong, I was - oh so very wrong. I never was the little girl who dreamt of her wedding day, I used to dream of pink skies, walking across laser beams and about what clouds tasted like. My mind was a wonderland of curiosity and I could lose myself there for hours. It never occurred to me to imagine something common, I didn't think to obsess about something that seemed rather expected of us. I am a hopeless romantic, but I’m unconventional to the core, my fantasies revolved around fabulous unknowns. If you d

I was feeling a bit emotional and frantic the days and minutes leading up to an event we will, from here on out, call #cheesgate. When one has too much time to think, unfortunately that thinking can -- and often does -- go sour. And after these ideas turn to worry; they birth a variety of other negatives which wouldn’t have been possible if not for the superfluous thinking to begin with. Sometimes you hear people talking about planting those good mental seeds; think positive – they say cheerfully…. and look on the bright side. Time after time, articles, blogs, papers, quotes, and books proclaim that being positive is the way forward. I’ve read that being positive will help you have mostly positive experiences. This is probably true and we all know it. Getting out of bed to whine about the cold floor or the bad dream, surely becomes the stubbed toe and burnt toast, traffic, spill, trip, arrrggghhhhh! Even though I believe this idea and for the most part try to live by it, som