The Reality of Dreams

My dreams lately have been curiously memorable and intense. This week alone I have shared 3 of my dreams with someone else because they stood out to me that much. I wonder if my brain is telling me something?

I've been reading a book that says some believe dreams are some alternate state of consciousness. A state in which you are free from your body and allowed perform feats, see sights, and understand ideas your physical body hinders you from.

Reading that made me think of the Matrix.

I love Evil

Evil lives in my home. Evil incarnate is my cat Slate. Slate and Fifi*would get along splendidly.

The trouble is, he's not purposely being evil, he's just mischievous.
His rambunctiousness usually leads to spilled water, fallen decor, and incessant whining at my door in the morning. Usually nothing of consequence.

Unfortunately, the fur turned.
He scratched my pup Rubble's eye...

While I sit here taking a break from mundane office work, writing my blog, my pup is sitting in a hospital kennel waiting for an ocular examination. It didn't look too bad, there was no blood and Rubble wasn't in much pain, but through internet research, it seems that the severity of the injury of a dog's eye can be easily misjudged.

So for now I await. What will happen... we shall see [or not].

*aka Lucifer [Satan]- My husband decided to give him a less frightening malicious sounding nickname.

Adonde Vienes

First, I want to say, it is my goal to blog at least each weekday (M-F) this week. I used to be a consistent blogger and miss those days. I think as of late, I have made it more complicated than it has to be comparing my blog style/skills to other greats out there. But I don't have to be them. I just have to be .me.

Yet, there is where the question lies. I've been going through a lot of changes recently in my life. And discovering me is the biggest cause of the waves.

A few things that have fallen immune to the "change" virus over the last two years:
1. Career goals
2. Hairstyle
3. Weight
4. Friendships
5. Pets

I feel that innumerable aspects of my life [and probably more than I realize] have changed over the last few years, and I don't quite get me any more. Trouble is I'm over-analytical, circumstantially requiring to make logical sense out of, well, everything.

It gets old fast and I'm trying to adapt. I want to live in the moment. Not past or present, but now. But that's a lot harder than it sounds for an precocious, pretentious, analytical, overachiever as I am.

I was on vacation in Mexico the last week and I tore myself away from [most] my worries and just was. It was a great feeling, and it was emotional to leave. I want to be able to live in that freedom everyday.

Here's to trying.

Just a few pics to satiate curiosities :)

Swing Set

I was never a child for a swing set. Don't get me wrong, I loved them, yet the pleasure I derived from what should be an exhilarating experience was inhibited by my comparison to the skills of my playmates. I am not, was not and will never be athletic. All my friends could do fancy dismounts from their swings, and make themselves swing super high. But little 'ol me had to struggle just to pull myself up on to the swing. The only time I gained swing altitude was with the assistance of a pusher, and nobody likes to push someone else for long. Thus, I always found myself negating the joy I was experiencing because it wasn't as great [or so I thought] as the what my surrounding peers were experiencing.

I thought the days of playground lore were over, yet here I am again, finding myself on a swing set. A mood one to be exact. It is no exaggeration that my emotions have been fluctuating drastically over the last few weeks. One moment I will feel elated, I'll laugh at the silliest things, and just find enjoyment in the simple things of life. The next I'll feel drained of life, the mundane is amplified, depleting the little strength I have to face each second.

I'm sure this all has to do with desperately needing a vacation. Not just from the sub-par summer weather we have been having, but also from my chronically confounding circumstances.

And so it has begun. A count down. 23 days...

In May we booked a 6 day, 5 night vacation [not sure it's going to be long enough!] to the Mexican Riviera. We will be staying in at an all-inclusive resort. I would like to use my vacation time to do something adventurous, travel and see the world. But my lack of energy and funds constrains my dreams from becoming reality. So for this vacation I will be a beach bum. I may or may not immerse myself in the local culture. I may or may not just do absolutely nothing productive for one day. We will see. But hopefully when I return, I will have successfully dismounted this histrionic swing set.

Taming of the Curl

I've accomplished something I thought was impossible. No, I did not learn to skateboard, drive a manual on a hilly-terrain, or fly on Aladdin's magic carpet*. In fact, I did something much more spectacular!

I figured out how to wear my hair curly....

AND I LIKE IT!

****Wild Applause****

Yes, yes, folks. I have accomplished the greatest feat of all feats! And here is a picture for your viewing pleasure.




Thanks to the inspiration of a fellow blogger, and a classmate who wears curly hair spectacularly, I took a 30-day au naturale challenge. I must admit there were days where I felt defeated, and overwhelmed [by frizziness!]. But I have learned to suffer through those times and have come out the other side. As to how long this will last, I'm not sure. Only time shall tell.

*I told you Disneyland has really been on my mind didn't I?

The Power of Two

I have only two more weeks until I my summer semester is completed. In hindsight, the semester has scooted on by rather quickly. However, my recollection informs me, when I started the semester, the end seemed three hundred eternities [yes... three hundred eternities!] away. I could barely fathom the end of the 4.5 hour class, let alone the end of the semester.

It's been almost as tough as riding "It's a Small World"* four times in a row. Luckily, the fact I am actually interested in what I am studying has saved the day. Along with the peace my relationship with God has given me, and my understanding husband.

I'm a couple presentations, papers, out-of-class experiences, and chapters away from the end. For now, I'll down a few more Diet Dr. Peppers and keep dreaming of the sunny beaches of my Mexican All-inclusive vacation in just a few months [August for our 5 year anniversary to be exact!], and I'm sure to get through just fine.


*Sorry, Disneyland is truly at the forefront of my daydreams as of late. Even the torturous attraction It's a Small World seems thoroughly appealing.

Chapter 27

27

Such an odd little number that, starting tomorrow, will define and haunt me for a year.

27 years ago today I began my journey [descent, ascent or transcendence: you pick] into the world. After 16 hours I arrived at my destination [planet earth] and began my pilgrimage through the odyssey called life.

Through my 27 years I have experienced Costa Rican Sunshine, Texas Storms, and Disneyland Bliss, I've done a lot more in my brevity than many have done with their lives, yet I have experienced so little in scope of the world.

I'm not who my younger-self imagined I would be at 27. I thought I would be a mother by now, not sure that I ever ascribed to a certain career as a dream, but I definitely envisioned myself as more settled than I am.

One thing I've discovered, I am a young soul trapped in adult responsibilities [not that I don't love most of the things I am tied to]. I will always dream of happily ever afters, make a wish when I see a bright star, and attempt to break the world record for biggest bubblegum bubble.

I'm far from the stuffy, mature, tired person I imagined I would be at 27, but I am happy about who I am. I hope that 27 years from now there is still a part of me that enjoys the simple childish pleasures in life.