I gave Aidan some kisses today and he wiped his cheeks afterward. I said to him "Aidan, don't wipe off mommy's kisses because it breaks my heart." So he smiled and asked "What if I told you that you were my bestest friend?" So I said... "Well then it would un-break my heart and it would be better again." Then he asked in a serious and curious tone..."But how do you fix a broken heart mom?" All I could say was "I wish I knew."
Oh look at how she listens She says nothing of what she thinks She just goes stumbling through her memories Staring out on to Grey Street.
She thinks, "Hey, how did I come to this?" I dream myself a million times around the world But I can't get out of this place.
Oh There's an lonliness inside her And she'll do anything to fill it in But all the colors mix together - to grey And it breaks her heart
How she wishes it was different She prays to God most every night And though she knows well he doesn't listen There's still a hope in her he might
She says "I pray! Oh but my prayers fall on deaf ears, am I supposed to take it on myself? To get out of this place? "
Oh There's an emptiness inside her And she'd do anything to fill it in And though it's red blood bleeding from her now It feels like cold blue ice in her heart
She feels like kicking out all the windows
and setting fire to this life she would change
Everything about her
Using colors bold and bright
But all the colors mix together - to grey And it breaks her heart
"Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves." ~Henry David Thoreau
"The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself." ~Anais Nin
“He who knows others is wise. He who knows himself is enlightened.” ~Lao Tzu
“My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness.” ~Dalai Lama
"The awareness begins with a feeling of restlessness - an inner urging to find more meaning in life. As we respond to this inner prompting we begin to notice the "chance coincidences" - strange synchronistic events in our life. We begin to realize that some underlying process is operating our life." ~James Redfield
This blog is probably the deepest blog I have ever written. I've been on a journey of self-discovery lately that has raised a lot of questions and I've been searching for answers. I've been keeping a journal, but thought I would take this a step further and share my feelings with all of you. I came to a point where I felt my spiritual cup was empty and once I opened my mind and heart in search of something more meaningful, it also opened the doors for many realizations. A light bulb has clicked on. In order for me to be true to myself, I can't hold anything back. I am who I am. My heart is an open book for all to read. Read it or don't. Reply or don't. This is a personal reflection and I hope to gain more insight into myself by writing it down.
There comes a time in most everyone's life where they begin to question things. Things that are much deeper than our daily routines and of the material world. Some of us search for understanding and ask questions. What is my purpose? Who am I really? What do I want out of life? What do I believe? Am I being true to myself? You know, all those lighthearted things that are easily answered? ;) Universally, I believe we are all seeking the same thing in life...meaning. Some more than others, of course. ;)
Recently, I feel like the flood gates have opened, a fog has lifted and I have mental clarity that I haven't had in a very long time. This is a cycle that I find I go through from time to time. It usually occurs when my soul becomes quiet and I am still enough to listen. Let's go back a bit so that I can explain better....
My father was a very spiritual man. He was also 1/8th Cherokee and if you saw him, you would know. He looked very different from me. He had black hair, tan skin, a strong native-American nose, high cheek-bones (which I also have) and all knowing green eyes. Growing up, my father always tried to make every occasion a lesson. When you're a kid, this is annoying. He would say things such as "Always look within when you have a question, you have all the answers." or "Appreciate the beauty of nature and never take 'her' for granted." I would nod, then run off to play with my barbies, but somehow all of these tiny lessons sunk in and opened my young eyes to everything around me, without even being consciously aware of it.
My dad and I would sit atop our hill and watch sunsets together and have 'quiet time'. I watched him ride our horses across the field and admire how they became one. (Yes, I thought this at a very young age) He always tended the garden and fruit trees with care and I always thought we had the prettiest gardens I had ever seen. In the morning he would pick blueberries for our cereal and in the evening he would make fresh salads that tasted better than any salad I'd ever had. I loved how connected he was with nature, animals and other people. He had many friends and many parties with VERY different types of folks. Eclectics, hippies, rowdy neighbors, ministers, yuppies, pretty women (wink), and cowboys. I overheard many interesting discussions on a wide array of topics; philosophy, horse training, politics, religion, wine making and sometimes UK BASKETBALL! I had a nice uncle who made homemade wine. He had a huge cellar that I loved to spend time in because he had a bunch of pretty glass bottles and he would always let me bottle wine in my favorite one. On Wednesday nights we would have dinner with them and my dad would always allow me a small glass. It was delicious! If my mom ever found out, she would have killed him. Ha!
One day my dad told me he was taking my sisters and I on a short trip. He took us to an airport and let us take a ride in my uncles small prop plane. As we were flying around, my dad kept pointing out just how small we really are in the World. Another lesson? Probably. :) Because of my dad's constant (annoying) teachings, I always felt much older than I really was and much more observant than other kids around me. While they were talking about stuff other kids talk about, I was (again subconsciously) assessing the environment and the people in it. It made me feel a little different and I didn't like it, so I pushed it away and tried to be ignorant and shallow like all my other friends. LOL (kidding)
For the most part, I was as normal as any other kid, but I always felt like I knew something more and a lot of that was because my dad was always showing me things, point out things I would have never noticed on my own. Don't get me wrong, my dad was a fun-loving guy, but for the most part he was like a sponge, absorbing life and truly appreciating it. I always recognized these beautiful qualities in him, even if I never let him know it. He died when I was 14. He was 46.
After my father passed away, I questioned things a lot. Life, death, and what it all meant. I was confused. Death is a heavy burden for a young teenage girl. I felt a little lost, so I turned to religion for the answers. I became very involved with my church and felt a sense of belonging that I hadn't felt anywhere else. I was a good-church going girl and even use to preach God's word to my siblings. lol I would write scriptures on post-its and stick them all over my walls to remind myself that I am loved. It was a sense of solace and filled something in me that I lost when my dad died. Religion gave me a focus and the peace of mind I really needed at the time. In retrospect, I was always seeking a higher meaning in life, even from a very young age.
As time went on the church became more....evangelical. It was the place to see and be seen. I would watch as people were touched by the Holy Ghost and they would pass out in rows like dominoes. Even at 14, I knew that was a little much. Too showy for my tastes. I had a hard time believing it. I loved God just as much as they did, but I wasn't falling on the floor or speaking in tongues to prove it. I also saw a lot of judgement pass around when there were new members and towards others who didn't believe as strongly as they did and it left a bad impression on me. God is my only judge and anyone who judges and uses him as their tool is NOT living His word. In fact, I dislike anyone who uses God as a crutch for bad behavior and blames The Devil for their sins. I got tired of seeing God used as weapon to attack. It didn't ring true to me. God is supposed to be love, forgiveness and open arms. Judgement was everywhere, it was disgusting. I also realized that how you feel about God is personal and that it wasn't necessary for me to go to a place of worship to honor Him. After the minister was caught cavorting with his secretary, I left that church for good.
At about 18-24 my life was completely different. At that age is when people REALLY search for who they are, want to be and will be. It's a confusing time, I believe. I also was surrounded by people who were like minded (open minded) and who I felt I could be my true self around. I had never felt more beautiful as a human being as I did at that time. I know this may sound bizarre, but I felt like a flower who was beginning to bloom. I was coming into my own and felt so alive and open to the universe. I felt very connected and the more I opened my heart to this "new spirituality" the more things opened up for me in my life. I could almost feel a bright light around me guiding me in a new direction. I felt awakened, open, honest and enlightened and I couldn't explain it or understand it. It was an overwhelming feeling of happiness. Real f*ing happiness! The kind of happiness that you can't get from anyone but yourself. It was pure and I had never felt more like, like...me. It wasn't religion, it was bigger than that. It was bigger than everything. It was a higher power.
Was it God? Was it the moon and stars and planets aligning perfectly for me at the time in my life? Suddenly I began to see God and love in everything and everyone. It dawned on me that God isn't one thing...but all things. I felt like I was making discoveries that no man had ever known and it was without any ego. I had no control over it. I just knew what I knew and was wondering why I was the one to KNOW IT! LOL It's almost as if I had all the answers to life and the universe. Funny huh? I know! I thought so too. In fact, it was so much that I was a little afraid of it and it made me uncomfortable. Now, please don't think I was suffering from mental illness. lol I wasn't. I had never felt more clear headed in my life. I think It was just the right time in my life for me to experience this. My mind and heart were opened and once I completely gave all my trust in it, it felt as though the sun was shining down on me. I felt a magnetic energy like I had never known. The law of attraction? I got everything I wanted and everything I thought of came to me so easily. I even fell in love.....hard. An all encompassing love that was without ego or expectations. It was unconditional, mutual, perfect and beautiful. To this day I know that this was because I was naked and bare to the universe. I layed down all of my defences and when I did nothing but good things came to me. Not that new loves that came later weren't perfect for me at that time of my life, but they are different because I was different. Make sense? At that time everyone who came into my life taught me a lesson, good or bad and I learned the lessons. I knew that every step I was taking and decision I was making was leading me down a path towards a higher state of being. I was fully aware...of everything.
One day, a friend and I were talking and he gave me a book and told me to read it. I don't know why he gave it to me. I hadn't really voiced all that I was feeling at the time because I wasn't even sure what it was, or how to put it onto words. I only knew that I felt an incredible energy I had never in my life felt. The book is called The Celestine Prophecy by James Redfield. I soaked this book up like gravy to a biscuit. It was me! It was my life, it was everything I was experiencing and learning and going through! I discovered that NO, it wasn't only me that felt a higher consciousness, which I never really believed I was by the way. ;) I realized that there indeed were others who experienced it as well. It spoke to me so much.I knew the secret long before it was The Secret. I was on a major spiritual journey and God was pointing things out to me in a very blatant way. "Go in this direction Christy!" It was all very obvious and maybe it's because I was so open to it. I'm not sure.
I know this is going to sound a little hocus pocus bogus, but I'll put it out there anyway....
I had all of these small things happen that seemed a lot more than mere coincidences. As if I was always in the right place at the right time. For example, one day I was not feeling well and needed a pick me up. From out of no where a stranger walks up and hand me a rose he had made out of paper, it even smelled like a real rose. He told me he gave it to me because I needed it. Then he was gone. I know this may seem like a coincidence, but I knew it wasn't. It just wasn't. Do you believe in coincidences?
Once I had lost a twenty dollar bill. I searched everywhere for it and never found it. Actually, I believe an acquaintance at the time, had stolen it. I didn't confront them because I knew that one day it would come back to me and I forgot about it. A few weeks later, I was at work and after a break I noticed an envelope on my desk and all that was written on it was "From an Angel". I opened it and inside was a one hundred dollar bill. I NEVER found out who gave that to me or why. Nor did I ever voice any financial concerns with anyone at work. It was a new job and I barely knew anyone. Little things like that happened to me all the time and over time it became more and more frequent. Everyone I met was someone I could learn something from and I attracted very positive, open minded, lovely people into my life. This is the essence of the Celestine Prophecy. There are different insights to each new level of understanding in seach of a deeper connection with God and the Universe. Visit this page for a small description of the 9 insights: Click Here! Finally, I was able to put this new 'wisdom' into a context and it too gave me a greater understanding of the laws of the universe and of nature. This book changed my life.
I had a lot of positive energy that surrounded me for a long time, from the people I encountered to new opportunities. Everything was laid out before me asking me to accept it. I wasn't consciously trying to attract things and I wasn't manipulating the 'universe' either. I think the more that positive things happened the better I felt and the more 'aware' I became until it was an avalanche of good things and experiences toppling over one another.
With all these new feelings, I also felt a sense of responsibility. Not necessarily to try to enlighten others, because I don't think that's entirely possible, but almost to be some sort of an example. I tried to live my life very honestly, toward myself and saw everything as an opportunity for growth. I did not have a God complex, if that's what you're thinking. In fact, I felt very small when I realized just how big the Divine really is. I know I am small and know nothing and I don't have all the answers, but I'm also wise enough to want to evolve into something more. In the grand scheme of things, we are just blips on the radar. I discovered that we are all made up of energy. Everything has energy in it and the more you 'nurture' those energies they become bigger. Much like negative attracts negative and vice versa. What you put out will come back, in one form or another. Where energy goes, energy flows. Karma.
After time, I became more and more uncomfortable for some reason. Maybe I didn't want to know it all, not that I did by any means, but I felt myself headed in a direction of knowing myself better than ever before and I wasn't sure I was completely ready for that. Assessing yourself, REALLLY looking at yourself is difficult and I learned I have many flaws. The more conscious I became of the World and myself, the more I wanted to hide. I wasn't prepared for all that was being revealed to me. As I said, a spiritual journey is a journey to find your true self. That isn't always a good time, ya know? I felt myself back away bit by bit. After resisting my feelings for a while, I slipped back into the material world of routine monotony and allowed clutter to cloud over me. I wanted ignorance again, because it was more comfortable.
Years later, after many trials and tribulations I am back at square one again. Life is a cycle. I remember waking up one morning to discover that I didn't have a reason to get up. Sure I have my kids, but what was in my soul was dry. I felt empty and let down. I felt no inspiration or real purpose in life other than to perform the duties that are expected of me, but I wanted more. I felt lost. I had lost who I was in all the mumbo jumbo of life. School, kids, work, husband, family, money....it all became a routine and lost it's real meaning. Other people are ok with this and that's great if they find happiness in it. But knowing how much more there is out there that can nourish my soul, I have a hard time ignoring that and I can't.
I'm not certain how to get back to that place where I felt complete, but I feel myself getting more intuned with nature and it's blessings again. There has been a recent energy shift and I can feel it and it's growing. I sometimes wonder if other feel this way too? Maybe it's because I'm ready to take back my power regardless of my circumstances and situations. Maybe I've once again come to realize that the real answers really do lie in myself. I am the ruler of my destiny and my thoughts and actions will dictate the outcome of my life.
In trying to find my way back, I've been doing a lot of reading of different religious and spiritual teachings and doctrines lately and it's eye opening. I won't get into religion now, it's a whole other can of worms. However I do feel very connected to religions that are much older than Christianity. All religions stem from the same seed however,...kindness, compassion, respect, love, trust, faith etc. The one place I know where I can find the purest form of solace is right smack dab in the middle of my chest. How can what you feel in your heart ever be wrong? For now, I am still seaching for that greater meaning and purpose and I imagine I always will be. This time, I will not turn my back on it, but embrace it with trust and openess. I thank God for all my blessings everyday, but I don't just want to be a taker. I want to give back what I've been given and be the best human being I can be. I hope I can once again find that magic that I once discovered in myself. It was the most beautiful and peaceful thing I had ever experienced. I wish this for everyone.
I wonder...have you had similar experiences? What has your spiritual journey with yourself taught you? Do you think that the World is in a state of higher consciousness?
There was a movie based on James Refield's book. I haven't watched it yet, but I plan to.
Work went really well and ran pretty smoothly today. Maybe it was karmic payback for the insanity that was last week. ;) First of all...they wanted me in Peds, but to work the med-surg overflow. When I arrived at 3, I had one patient. One. Why they had me come to work for that I will never ever know. He was young and a drug seeker and NO I am not judging, it is what it is. His drug screen came back negative, even though he was given multiple doses of dilaudid and several lortabs hours before. (He complained of severe abdominal pain). He went outside to smoke a lot (even if he said his pain was a 10). Someone provided some piss, it's not a mystery. Sigh. Anyway.....I felt bad for them. His teeth were rotten and it was clear he had a drug problem. The family were very verbal about it. I felt sorry for them, and him. I wanted to hug him and slap him at the same time. Whatever....lessons are always learned the hard way dontcha know?
After he was discharged I was pulled to Neuro to work as a tech for 4 hours. It was eazy peezy. Vital signs, I's and O's. I was glad I didn't have to use my brain tonight because it was somewhere else anyway (read further). It was the easiest money I ever made. It just goes to show that once you're down there's no where to go but up.
Aidan was to have his routine chemo and lumbar puncture today, but the anesthesiologist detected and irregular rhythm and his heart rate was in the 50's. Of course I was at home, gearing to go to work, so I couldn't be there. Story of my life! Anyhow...EKG was clear, Echo was clear and he's wearing a halter monitor for 24 hours. I hope and pray it's nothing. My poor baby. There is nothing worse than a mother or father worrying about their child and watching them suffer. I'll never understand why my baby has to go through all of this. I'll update on the findings.
I got called in to work Peds this evening from 3-11. This should be interesting. NEVER worked in PEDS BEFORE! Hopefully I'll just get the med-surg overflow. ;/
I was floated to the Hospital's main campus today and it was HORRIBLE. First of all, my brain is beyong the ability to compute. It's mush. I'm having to work really hard to have my thoughts reach my fingertips right now. Bear with me.
I don't think I should have been floated to an entirely different hospital right out of the gate, but whatever. I never oriented there, so I think it's really shitty and I was not happy about it whatsoever. It's very irresponsible on their part, IMO! But I was just a warm body to fill a spot, a body to produce enough work that would be equivalent to slave labor in some places.
There is no way to describe today except to say that every patient was either completely dependant or near death. To give you an idea of the circumstances I was placed in I will say that I most of the reports I recieved (via phone, which I hate) left out huge, MAJOR bits information and I had to play super sleuth all day on top of super nurse ( and believe me...today I was NOT). The highlight of my day was walking into a pt's room to assess them only to discover that a)they had a peg tube I wasn't told about b) they also had a super-pubic catheter I was unaware of c) they were a quadrapalegic (which I knew about) AND d)they had more holes in them than swiss cheese. To top it all off, I come out of the room bewildered wondering if maybe I had the wrong pt entirely only to get a phone call from Infetion Control, informing me the pt has some sort of bacteria that my tired brain can't remember, but I was told it was worse than C-diff and MRSA combined. LOVELY! Oh and they were dx with this on 5/15 and we're just learning about this because....?
I was so pissed I thought my head would explode. Who is running that damn circus anyway? I told the charge nurse I was filling out an incident report. I think it's totally unacceptable. She just shrugged. OH and can you believe that that person with all the holes, and I do mean, GAPING, Gangrenous wounds, didn't even have a wound nurse consultation?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't even have words, but 'dispicable' comes to mind.
The day only got worse. I had a young female pt (early 20's)yell at me because I would't let her get up to the bedside commode and suggested she use a bedpan....she had 2 broken legs for God's sake! Did she think I actually enjoyed cleaning out her bedpan? Seriously? As if my day needed all of her whiney, petty bullshit complaints. "My butt cheeks are squished together on the bedpan!" "Those diet people forgot my chocolate milk!" WAH! Geezus. She was on that call bell like white on rice. "I'm a patient too!" She said at one point. I took a deep breath, smiled and just walked out. I had so many sick people that her whiney butt just about made me loose my cool. I don't think I've ever come so close to mouthing off to a patient in my life. Her complaints weren't related to being sick. She thought she was at the damn Hilton and I was her maid and that's the bottom line.
My phone rang off the hook. At one point I was so overwhelmed with orders, giving blood, running my ass off looking for HELP, that I actually considered tossing the phone into a nearby toilet and saying F*CK IT ALL. I idn't get a lunch, not that that's nothing new, but no one even offered for me to go, Hell, the only person I really saw all day was my assistant and GOD BLESS HER! If it wasn't for her, I think I would have started acting a fool like Tom Cruise in Jerry McGuire.
I kept getting calls from telemetry about a pt who's HR was jumping from 170's-190's all day. Talk about NERVE WRACKING! I felt helpless as I was basically waiting for her to go into a-fib. Not to mention the poor woman was in the middle of a meltdown and I was about to go there with her, oh and I had to transfuse 2 units of blood to her as well. Another pt was being transferred to a skilled facility, paperwork galore... It was just too much today. Much too much.
If there is one thing I have learned by being a nurse, it's that without teamwork, your job is shit. Today, there was not a bit of it and for someone new coming to your hospital to help YOU, the least you could do was come out of hiding to offer some assistance. Anything would have been fine. Sighhhhhh. I wish I could cry. I am so frustrated at how use nurses get treated, especially the ones trying to do right by our patients. It's no use. We will continue to be overworked and underpaid because we need jobs and they need bodies. Mission accomplished. It's nothing but a breeding ground for error and it all comes back to me, us, the nurses. I'm feeling very used and abused today. Sorry.
All of the media storm right now seems to be focused on the Gosselin family. Reports of..He's cheating, she's cheating and their marriage is "falling apart". Hmmm. I've said this before...I can barely stand Kate Gosselin. I use to love the show, but as it progressed it seemed her true personality of a major control freak leaked through the cracks and in the last 2 seasons, she just couldn't hide who she really was anymore. She came across(to me) as a self important b*tch who feels entitled to everything just because she has 8 kids! Woopidy Doo! The way she constantly demeans her husband is just downright RUDE and ugly! She undermines every move he makes and everything the poor guy said. Once she even criticised the way he was breathing! She's constantly correcting his grammar because it didn't appeal to the 'little miss smarty pants'. She thinks that she is always right and he is always wrong and it just rubbed me the wrong way. You can literally see him sinking into the back of that sofa at times to avoid her evil wonky eye.
Perhaps he got sick and tired of being berated on national television. She practically emasculated him in every episode. I understand she's stressed and has to hold it together and that he's more passive and laid back, but if she would have just given up some of the decisions to him, let go of a little of that control, maybe she wouldn't be as stressed as she was. Just let loose sister! Stop trying to control every damn thing! ARGH!
As the episodes wore on, you could feel the tension and see the resentment forming on both sides, even the episode where they renewed their vows. They stated that they wanted to document their child's lives and to have videos of their growth, but I'm afraid the videos/shows were to their demise because what the kids will really see is their parents marriage falling apart. Sad. I feel so badly for those children. If they can't hold back their feelings for each other on TV, imagine what it must be like behind closed doors. Ugh.
After watching last night's episode (season 5 opener), It's apparent that the core of the issue is that Kate wanted to do the show and Jon really didn't and from that brought on a host of deeper rooted issues. She has gotten everything she's wanted...a big, beautiful new home, trips to the spa, new designer clothes, plastic surgery, book deals, meet and greets with celebs, free vacations....she seems like nothing but a greedy, self involved woman who needs to stop the damn show and focus on the family that she claims to care so much about. We know about the sextuplets now. When is it time to stop taping and get back to REAL reality?
It was said on last night's show that Jon stays home with the kids while she's gone to do book signings and talk shows. I'm sure Jon has a big hand in all of this, but for some reason, it's him and the kids I feel sorry for and I don't feel bad a bit for her. I just don't see why I should feel bad for Kate. I know it's rumored he cheated, which always sucks, but you can't help but see why he would. She's Kate-Zilla, always ready to tear him down at every opportunity. Sexy.
For the sake of their kids, I hope they are seeking counseling and can go back to why they got married in the first place and find those feelings towards one another again, but I doubt it. Too much seems to have happened. Sometimes there is no turning back, sadly. I am most concerned for the kids. In last night's episodes, one of the little girls hugged Jon and said she missed him and that she wished he wouldn't go away again. You could really feel the pain there. He seemed so beaten down. Watching someones life fall apart is always heartbreaking, especially when there are kids involved, and 8 is even worse. Sigh. It's like watching a train wreck. I take back what I said, I feel badly for all of them, even her. No one should ever suffer through divorce, but somehow, I think if anyone will come away the least wounded, I think it will be her.
I think you can only hide behind a facade for so long until eventually the facade erodes and unfortunately for them, we get to watch it happen. I hope they decide not to go further with this show, for the kids sake. Good luck to them all.
I hope everyone had a nice and relaxing Memorial weekend. I spent it attending a couple of neighborhood cookouts and drinking some ice cold beer. I've had so much BBQ that I wouldn't be surprised if I shot smoke from my behind. LOL
I need to backtrack a little bit and comment on the American Idol finale. Personally, I was hoping Adam would win, even though Kris plays more to my style of music and I love, love, love some of his performances so much. Adam is clearly the most talented of the whole bunch, in my opinion. His range is crazy good. A lot of people said that he was screaming, I disagree wholeheartedly. That pitch was so high that us humans rarely hear it, (lol) I think it may have sounded like screaming to some, when in reality he was hitting notes that most accomplished singers could never reach. Maybe we should ask out dogs what they think. Ha ha. What is so freakish about Adam's voice is that he could sing low tones and extremely high tones very, very well. He has the range of an entire scale of notes....bizarre, rare, special. It is the perfect example of a voice being used as an instrument and Lordy, did he have a fine tuned instrument!
I always got cold chills when Adam would sing, that is how I knew how gifted he truly is. Do I think that he lost because he's flamboyant at times and gay and perhaps the Christian vote went to Kris? Yes. Do I think he lost because he got Danny's votes? Yes. Do I think he lost because maybe he was just a little too much for the general public? Yes! Do I think that Kris is talented and also deserve to win? Yes. They're both so different, there is no way to compare them. Adam was far out of everyone's league and is probably out of the league of many well known artists today. He is just different and some people just don't like anything that isn't straight and narrow. I, however love all things that go against the grain, that are crooked and different, but I've always known I was an underdog, so to speak, therefore I guess I always root for them too. :)
I'm not sure how successful Kris's career will be. I hope for him that they find amazing songs that allows him to ad his own creative fingerprint. Kris is definitely creative and knows how to change up a song and make it his own. Hopefully his career is managed well and he doesn't slip down the drain like some in the past have. I'm not sure he has that "it" factor, but I look forward to hearing his new album.
Adam's career will soar through the roof. Whether it's through an album or on Broadway, that boy will be so successful it's not even funny. I think he's ready for it too. I think he's self aware enough to know the business, what he wants to do, what he likes and how to make it universal enough to draw many different types of fans. I know he has the voice of a Rock God, but I'm not sure that's his flavor of music. It will be interesting to see what they do with him. I can't wait. It's really a blessing that he didn't win, because he's going to have much more creative freedom now and I can't imagine anyone ever putting Adam in a mold.
Onto my next question....why on Earth is Opey Taylor drinkin' Goose that's got him feelin' loose in da club with Jamie Foxx? Anyone?
Hello my people. (For some reason I pictured myself giving the Queen's trademark wave just then.) How is everyone? I took a little breather from blogging and the internet for a bit and I come back a little different than I left you. What's so different, you ask? My house is much cleaner. :) A clean home makes me happy. I like order, tidiness and the domesticity of nesting. I'm a nester and I reveled in the simplicity of it, but I'm over it now. ;) Like a moth to a flame, a needle to a vein, I couldn't stay away too long. Ha!
In the midst of my 'internet vacation' I managed to read a few books, which were very good and I think everyone should read them in their lifetime. They are all the work of Miss Jane Austen, whom I admire so very much. First, I read Pride & Prejudice (for the second time). I also read Persuasion (my new fav) and Sense and Sensability. She really is a remarkable writer with such a fantastic insight on human behavior and character. I see all of her books as character studies and she seems to have been a keen observer to write the way she did. My eyes were opened by her particular perceptions of people and how they are dictated by their sense of feeling, situation and general manner. The plots are also at times very complex as every character is interwoven in the beautiful fabric of her creative writing and sharp mind. She is above and beyond her time. Bravo to her! I will revisit her books time and time again. They are simply beautiful. :)
Another way I passed my time away from the BIG, BAD INTERNET was to work. I really love my job so far. I am a little discouraged, but only by the feelings any new job brings out in someone. Insecurity and lack of confidence. It's never easy starting something new, but I am giving myself time to adapt and hope that time and experience will work out all the kinks.
My mother always taught me that if you have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all. I have had little to say as of late. I will post again when I have something worthwhile to say. I hope this finds you all well.
I am adhering to HIPPA by changing all patients names, dates, locations and exact specificity that relates to them and their condition on this here blog. No one's privacy will be violated in any way. Cheers! :) ~Christy
