Daniel Johns, my ultimate crush. A musician I’ve been into since the tender age of 13. He was the lead singer of Silverchair, screaming his way into my preteen heart. When the band broke up in the early 2010s, he went into producing music for commercials (and was called a “cop out” for doing so). He went back in the studio last year to record his first solo album and just release his first single, a breathy and gorgeous R&Bish track with a soft EDM beat. I was thrilled to hear it. Others, not so much. The comments on his YouTube page slammed his new style, insisting that he’s better with his former band and how much they now hate him. It’s disappointing to read such negativity for an incredible talent.
For a while, I was really into kid-hop. And then, British pop. And then, singer-songwriter. And then, punk. I went through a goth phase and an emo phase and then a hipster one and then a phase filled with designer shoes and Burberry coats. I’m like most people I know, always changing. Always growing. Always learning. If there is one constant in life, it is change. So, why is change, growth, such a difficult thing to accept?
We humans are creatures of habit. It’s human’s nature to constantly want and ask for things just the way you wants them to be- we prefer the devils we know how to deal with rather than to have to face the new ones that we are not sure we can face. The reality is you can’t always have things your way and we have to understand that nothing is permanent. Accepting change is not an easy thing to do- all you can do is to look forward and find a new path around it. With that change, we are growing. We are seeing things differently and are moving beyond our comfort zone. When that comes to the territory of music, we need to remember that artists are always evolving. They want to expand and it’s only natural to do so. So, the next time a band or a musician changes he or her style, accept it. That change is a good thing.
Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. Named after Saint Valentine of Rome who was imprisoned for performing weddings for Christian soldiers in the Roman Empire, February celebrates all things mushy and gushy- true feelings of the heart.
Before you get all “Valentine’s Day sucks- it’s just Singles Awareness Day,” a day created by Hallmark and the candy companies; I want to remind you that you are loved. For a long time- even if I was in a relationship- V-Day was just blah to me. I didn’t understand why there was only one day a year we go out of our ways to express our love for someone. There was always this pressure to be perfect on V-Day, to give the perfect gift or have the perfect date planned out (and with being a perfectionist, everything needed to go right or else). If you’re with someone who loves you, why go through the excess stress? I now understand why.
As a media junkie, I watch/listen to the news every day. I hear about shootings, sick babies and other sadness. Last night as I walked to dinner, I walked by a group of homeless men, asking for handout. These things hurt my heart. I try to fill this balance of bad things vs good things with special moments between my friends and my boyfriend, making them smile. I know that I have a lot of love to share and Valentine’s Day is that universally-recognized day to share that love. If there is any day a year, I drop my anger and hate for a person and try my hardest to treat them well. I remind them all that they are loved and cherished. Sure, I should live by that mindset always but there is something about Valentine’s Day that especially brings it out of me. Whether that love is from your family, your significant other, your friends, your cat, YOURSELF – I want you recognize that you are lovable and that you’re worthy of love. You got the love.
Sending lots of love to you, dear reader- have a great Valentine’s day.
Health? What is that?
I weigh 185 pounds. I’m overweight, I know. I don’t have the healthiest eating habits. I have a gym membership but I only go once a week to work out with my trainer. Sure, I think about going and hitting the treadmill all the time but by the time I get off work, I’m exhausted and want to sleep. I take vitamins but I admittedly eat my feelings, especially when I’m bored. I do bike around but not that often. Yesterday morning, I found out that I need several cavities filled and a root canal. That’s because I don’t floss. Not flossing means an extra three minutes snuggling under covers. Eating and dining are my third favorite activity to do with my boyfriend. I gained a lot of weight since dating Steve- almost 20 pounds. I choose to eat like him; Steve is 6’3. I’m a foot shorter than him but I chose to consume as much food as he does. I avoid healthy options (I really don’t like vegetables). I think about loading up my plate with more asparagus but instead, I grab another slice of bread with lots of butter.
I know that I don’t take care of myself. For me, good health means not getting sick (which I don’t get often) and making sure my face is zit-free (and has been for a while). It’s easy to be lazy even if it means the death of my teeth. I know the steps I have to take in order to live a healthier life. I just choose not to take them. Why, I asked myself. Do you not care about your future? Your body? Not about the things you can’t see?
Change is about make the right decisions. Flossing in the morning. Choosing healthier things to eat. Saying “no” when I’m not hungry. Hitting up the gym more. Now that I have insurance, I should go to the doctor more often and get checked out. Change is also about holding yourself accountable. I’m not sure who will read this blog post but I’m announcing to the world about my change. I haven’t decided my final goals (especially when it comes to weight loss) but I’m ready to start taking care of myself. I’m ready to be healthy.
Change happens slowly but it does happen. What do you do to motivate yourself, dear reader, and what are your health tips and goals?
We both got this, SpongeBob! Keep it up!