This morning, I awoke to the sound of a mockingbird making a horrible racket. The series of loud chirps, tweets and whistles could not be stopped and made one heck of an alarm clock sound. You see, the woodland creatures have come up with clever ways of startling me and my peaceful states. The birds enjoy chirping early in the morning on weekends (don’t they know it’s Sunday?!) or just get restless on their perches in branches just a stone’s throw away from my eardrums. Mind you, I do not mind relative daily chirping if, of course it’s kept to a minimum. But just as I thought no other creature could disturb me, alas, I was wrong. The photographic proof is here. On two occasions (on the same day no less) both a Squirrel and Creepy Cat were on two separate parts of my roof (the West and North sides respectively). You’ll note in the photo just how Creepy this cat is…staring at you and lurking in the bushes. As for the squirrel, well let’s just say he’s stealthy and sneaky…besides, he is from the rodent family so…yeah.
But how can one stop the overall attack on all sides? Birds from the air, cats and squirrels on the ground from blocking my only exits from the building! I guess I’ll just have to wait things out and hope that these were isolated incidents…at least until next time…mwahahahahaha!
Creepy Cat in the bushes
Creepy Cat on the Roof
Can anyone really and truly be lost in this world? It’s a rhetorical question, I know. Part of the fun used to be getting lost in a new place and then having to rely on myself to find my way out but over the years, I’d become complacent and allowed the known world to pervade the unknown one. Further, I’ve had to face a mild form of anxiety while navigating the unfamiliar places that used to be like such fun!
How did I manage before all of this? How did I face every challenge in my life thus far with seeming ease? Well, I have to be honest with myself: I didn’t. I was more adventurous for a time, but as the years went by, I found myself gravitating to a world I already knew. I don’t think I was ready to really face the reality that comfort and convenience are two of my favorite things. That’s not to say that this is a bad thing, or an unhealthy thing. I don’t believe that. I know that certain ways of life don’t apply to everyone and that if certain avenues of my life were supposed to “be”, they would’ve been.
Silly Rabbit, Why Panick?
I ventured outside of my comfort zone and found myself in SoHo. Now, some may say “Big Deal”, “So what?”–but for me, this part of NYC I haven’t exactly conquered yet. The “downtown” part of NYC (where all the “cool” kids go) is known for its eclectic, artsy, bohemian, hep-cat, laid-back, Hipster vibe. I love that. But as a youngster who was introduced to the mid-town experience by both circumstance and necessity (I used to work off of 53rd St and 6th), I knew that another NYC existed…but I was too frightened to explore it.
Disclaimer: Again, I own these feelings and do not think (as some folks do) that one MUST conquer every obstacle. I don’t think that that’s realistic because it is a personal response to growth and comes to everyone in its own time and at its own pace. It’s kinda like learning to swim by being forced into the deep end of the pool or finally deciding for yourself that a) you don’t wanna learn b) I can do it, but I gotta do it slowly. Contrary to popular belief, I believe that either choice is completely fine and depends on WHO YOU ARE. You’ll know when it’s right or whether it’s not for you at all.
So there I was trying to complete a task of retrieving my recently purchased (and expensive) cell phone. I had no other choice than to go back and get it which
pissed me off brought me to the unwanted challenge of having to get there by myself and back home…on a week day…during rush hour. Ugh! So again, fate had planned it and the writing was LITERALLY on the billboards:
Conquer Your Heart Out
Anyhow, I want to stress how the gods were trying to tell me something…not only did I have no choice but to go, but after retrieving my cell phone (did I mention it was brand-spanky-new?) but then it died as I was navigating back…and da-da-DAH! NO CHARGER!!!! (Homer Simpson says, “D’oh!” and Stewey Griffin says, “Blast!”)
So I got lost. As much as anyone can get lost in a sea of smartphones and helpful people and navigation maps. So…not really THAT lost, but panick did set in and I almost cried…almost.
I’m So Jersey It Hurts:
When I decided not to play victim and to listen to my gut instinct, I only lost about an hour and a half (which is pretty good when you’re downtown in this post 9-11 world). Dont ask me what train I took, don’t ask me to recreate that again for your entertainment, k? But I realized something that I had almost forgotten about myself: I’m extraordinary. Oh, and smart. I’m really smart.
So I figured I’d impart this bit of wisdom (?) to my loyal readers and will now share some pretty cool pics of what I would’ve missed if I had never gone. Thankfully, that didn’t happen:
Greatest City in the World…
Many happy travels…and I hope you all get a little lost…^_^
That thing that’s beating, that thing that keeps ticking like a clock in your chest, that thing keeping rhythm like a metronome…yeah, that thing. What you missed yesterday doesn’t matter. The list of stuff you gotta do today…also doesn’t matter. But, you are ALIVE. You’re human and breathing. Your hardships, your trials and “The Story of You” isn’t who you are. You are here. A dot. You are an infinite piece of the puzzle, as necessary as a keystone in an arch, as important as a pinky in a hand. So where ever you are breathe deep. And remember who you are. You’re beautiful.
One of my fans wanted to see my bookcase after I finally got it up. Well, here it is:
Since then, I’ve also learned how to make origami paper cranes. My VERY amazing sister made two into a mobile (because she CAN!):
Learning never stops. Unlike the bookcase & paper crane mobiles, human beings are ALWAYS works in progress, never finished products. Tell me about some of the lessons you’ve learned or created recently. *Bonus points if you did it with your own two hands!
Yesterday, my mother had to get a vaccination. A young man behind the counter handed her an application and when I looked at it, it was in Spanish. Now, I am a proud Latina, but I found it funny that this man jumped to the conclusion that as a Spanish speaker a) my mom wanted the application in Spanish b) she read Spanish.
Now, I want to definitely concede that even I am not immune to this behavior. I often jump to conclusions based on assumptions without really gathering all of the information available to me at the time. But I am consciously trying to notice when I’m doing this or am about to do this so I can stop myself before I act.
I’m wondering whether this is just a condition that has been developed because of the fast pace of our world. Is it really necessary to rush to judgment, quick assessments before we’ve given ourselves a chance to shape what we want to say and do?
Recently, I was listening to a podcast where the guest speaker spoke about the immediacy of reacting negatively to new information (such as an email). Now I’ve totally done this. I admit it.
So in what ways have you jumped to conclusions only to be proven wrong?
If you “Follow” my blog, you’ll know I’m a creating fool. I’ve been working on so many things that I almost (the operative word here) forgot to post!
I joined a really great site that caters to superiorly kind, nice, creative people like myself. It’s called “Lettermo” and its like, SO AWESOME.
Ever go to your mailbox all disappointed that all you see are bills and Chinese restaurant menus? Yeah, me too. So through Lettermo, I’ve been inspired to actually take the time to write & paint & sketch & cartoon & doodle my butt off. It’s soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much fun. But in order to continue to be inspired and to exchange some inspirational thoughts & ideas, I need to keep that group growing! So if you’d like to share this artistic journey, I’d like to hear from you!
Send me ideas, write me, smoke signal, raven me (for you Game of Thrones fans), or send an owl (for you Muggles out there)!
Oh yeah and support my shop!
Have a great day!
My mom likes to add these two words when we say our goodbyes after a visit, so I’m familiar with hearing it. For some reason, I never really sat down to think about just how precious these words are. They hold a new meaning for me now much more than goodbyes ever could. I KNOW that God shapes my life and that when someone dies, they don’t really die. I know how I feel when I kiss my mom and hug my sister and how–with the passage of time-it becomes more meaningful. But these are graces that God bestows. Likewise, I look back at this year and last year…how so many life-changing events took place leading to newer events and even bigger rewards. And it’s all because of the Man Upstairs, the Head Hancho, The Big Cheese, Señor Awesome, Mister Perfect, The Great Googly Moogly…G-O-D. Thanks, Lord! (For y’know…EVERYTHING)