Showing posts with label Nostalgia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nostalgia. Show all posts

Monday, May 18, 2020

+ Ten of Swords +

I am not by any means huge into Tarot or Astrology. I am not an expert. That being said I've dabbled since I was teenager. I've always been surface level interested and done my own readings and readings for friends. Though, mostly just for fun. As well as it's easy to read for people that you know, you can look at a card and knowing the meaning apply it more directly and concretely to what you know about the situation or person. Still, for me, it's something fun and a way to clear my own head.

 My mom bought me my first tarot deck (well, actually decks... but one of them wasn't a traditional tarot deck but one of those fairy decks that don't use the major or minor arcana, but like... their own kind of deck schematic) when I was a freshman in high school because I discovered my favorite modern artist at the time by pure accident. I was browsing Hot Topic like the little goth girl I was - and in the clearance section was a beautifully illustrated book illustrated by and collaboratively written by Joseph Vargo. Besides writing Tales from the Dark Tower, he had a lot of different things with his art on it. One being a deck of Tarot cards he illustrated. To this day, it's one of my most prized possessions. Not just because it was a gift from my mother or the work from my favorite artist, but because it is beautiful. It's made many moves with me and despite a ton of use, the cards still look like new. 

That was perhaps some unnecessary background for the point of this post, but I figured it'd explain the title a bit better than without that quick info. 

Today my card is the Ten of Swords. 

It feels fitting with what is going on in the world as a whole and within my own life and head space currently. It could be indicating a great many things on a personal level. 

It is rock bottom, closure, finished, or giving up. It's accepting the end of something and moving on. It indicates that something new is waiting for you. 

It is saying you can only go up from here. Self-pity and martyrdom is not serving you so you should stop the feelings of being weighted down and help yourself. Learn from your mistakes and continue to improve yourself. The time for pity is over. 

As a whole, the world today has this aura everywhere we go. With Covid-19, everyone is feeling stuck, restless, unhappy, and they are feeling sorry for themselves with the idea of being contained or having their freedom stripped away. Sheltering in place, for many, is the worst it's going to get. Yes, isolation can be crippling. Yes, it's hard to feel connected with your loved ones when you're not able to see them or hold them. However, if that's the worst it gets for you, you're lucky. It's about being selfless for a little while so you can protect the vulnerable. I would hope that when I am at the point I'm vulnerable others would be willing to do the same for me. It's pointless to hold on to the illusion that you're sacrificing or a martyr by staying inside your home and watching Netflix all day. 

It's important to remember this isn't going to be forever. 

On a personal note, this card could be indicating a good deal more. 

It's almost a year since my mother died. We didn't see it coming. There was no sign we could have looked out for. She'd just gotten her battery changed in her pace maker and it went perfectly. She was feeling good and had energy. I didn't for a moment think it would happen so soon. I honestly believed there would be another decade or more with her. It sunk me into a pretty good sadness. I'm still not sure I've coped with everything involving her death. Then, I'm not always the best at reading myself. Or worse, I think I am reading myself and it'll be completely wrong. So, honestly, your guess is as good as mine on whether I've effectively mourned or not. I know there were a good many days where it felt like I could barely work and come home and want to do nothing. I didn't wish to die, but you know "Birches" by Robert Frost? It says he'd like to get away for a while, but may no one half understand and grant death to him. That. That is what I was feeling. I wanted to just not be for a little bit. Other times I cried and it would hit me out of nowhere. Now, I don't cry much... sometimes I block it out of my mind entirely. Others I feel numb about it. 

I also go through spurts of feeling incredibly lonely. Being quarantined has definitely made that a bit more difficult and more prevalent. Yet, I know I don't even have it as bad as some. I am an essential worker so I go to work everyday and get human interaction. Though, most of it is certainly not positive. Mostly I deal with people yelling about wait times and just wanting to yell at strangers in general. Still, it could be worse. I am working and getting paid so it's hard to really complain. 

I also am back in a long distance relationship with my boyfriend which is a struggle. It's hard only being able to talk on the phone and with all this going on... well, there's a lot less to talk about. We're both doing the same thing every day so the conversation gets stale at times. It can be frustrating. We've had disagreements on finances and about precise word choice lately. Which adds to the fuel. So that's been a struggle. 

Then, finally, there is my view of my job life. I've been struggling with this aspect for a while. For me to feel happy and fulfilled I need to work in a job where it feels like I'm helping people. Some in my field believe we do. Perhaps it's true, but it isn't the kind of helping that feels like it makes a difference. Especially with the negative customer interactions I end up receiving. Plus in my section I don't really do anything to help them. I do base-level interactions that are the same every day. I got bored shortly after learning the job. I've fought to move up and I would have, but instead I had to move back home to help out. I feel so unfulfilled and frustrated. When I transferred I went from feeling like I was trusted and a member of the team to this new place where I'm constantly being watched (not just me, everyone), told I'm not talking right (I'll say the same thing, but because I don't use the exact same words they would use, it's wrong), constantly micromanaged, you ask to go to the bathroom, you're not trusted to take your break correctly so you have to record it, things I was trusted to do before now require a list and signing off saying I did it, lists for everything, etc. There is no room for responsibility or growth. Granted my old job before I got into this career paid next to nothing, certainly not a living wage, I left knowing I was helping teenagers. I was teaching them not just content, but also skills to achieve in life. I was helping them up their writing skills, reading skills, I was teaching them about life through master works of literature, and I was having amazing interactions with people. I was building relationships and everyday was different. It was challenging at times, but it was rewarding. I got along with my colleagues, I was valued and trusted, and I made friends in my coworkers. People I still count as friends today. I miss those feelings. 

Which leads to why this card matters today. 

I've been trying to figure out how I can improve my life and my sense of self. I am someone that needs to help people in my core. I am an ENFJ - a teacher, a giver, and a carer. It is inherent in me to help others. I need that in order to be happy and to feel complete. 

I am under the impression that I won't get to teach. It is apparently not in the cards for me as I've been applying for over eight years and can never get hired over veteran teachers (which I mean, is fair). I am finally at a point to come to terms with that fact. Maybe teaching isn't the path I am supposed to take in life. 

There are other options to fulfill what I believe is my purpose. I'm looking into starting graduate school for Clinical Social Work. If I'm being honest, I didn't know during my undergrad studies that Social Work was more than CPS or adoption agencies. My only information about it was from A Child Called It which, admittedly, had me wanting to look into social work when I was in middle school but decided to go with my lifelong dream of being an English Teacher instead when it came time for college. I always thought maybe my interest in Social Work was fleeting, but it was before I realized what a wide array of fields and jobs it encompasses. It could lead to so many different types of helping and teaching. It sounds like it involves all the things I value and the things I've always wanted to do. Plus, if I really want to be in schools - I could be a school counselor and teacher. My teaching license hasn't lapsed. Maybe that could get me in the door to teaching or maybe I'll love being a clinical social worker and want to stay in a therapy position. I'm not sure. But it's a start to find a new path for myself - a new beginning that I feel deep inside I need for myself. 

Friday, November 1, 2013

+ What Can I Say? +

I want to take the time to say that at this point I'm pretty sure I'm more impressed with the Percy Jackson series than I ever was with the Harry Potter series.  I'm not saying that Harry Potter isn't good or that one is better than the other. Based on popularity Harry would win, but I think I have stronger feelings for the Percy series. Personally I still haven't finished the Harry Potter series yet, while percy has kept me hooked. Not killing my favorite characters and tying in my love of mythology.

I can't help but completely adore the series and always stay hooked. I have all the feels right now as I closed the book on the series. Yet I know that the Heroes of Olympia has cameos of the characters so it's not really goodbye I still just want their lives to stay still and happy. Especially knowing that Percy loses his memory in the olympia series.

I'm kind of stuck in a strange limbo currently. I don't know what book to pick up now. I don't know if my heart can handle the Heroes of Olympia series just yet...even if I already have the first three and the fourth is out...I am suffering from too many feels and that's never a good thing.

Saturday, September 28, 2013

+ 30 Day Book Challenge: Day 24 +

A Book You Wish More People Would've Read

This has got to be A Riven Runs Through It by Norman Maclean. I mean it probably only holds the special place in my heart because I am a fisher-person. I grew up, much like Norman, with a rod in my hand and the four count rhythm going through my head.

I know the truth in the words that nothing is more beautiful than your river. No sight can compare to seeing the people you love do a perfect cast, or the true serenity that exists when you are in your zone on a river. The riffle that holds the perfect bull. The ripple that breaks the surface signalling the rising of a fish. The perfect cast. The moment when you truly feel like you can catch anything.

The first cast of the season. The first fly tied on your tippet for the season. The scent of the river and finding the perfect spot void of all human interaction. The green covering the world. The book captures all of this perfectly while also portraying his family and young adult life to perfection. The teacher in him. The lover of literature in him. Everything about it makes the book amazing. It's no wonder it owns my entire being.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

+ The Boys +

I've been lucky in that I have some of the greatest male friends on the planet. They can be there for me through some of my most horrible moments and make me feel not so crazy or broken. They have a way of making me feel together when I seem out of control to myself. However, not all of my boys live very close to me so seeing them is kind of difficult at times. Which totally blows, I might add.

I'm not going to lie and pretend this trip to New York was the best trip ever because we all know it wasn't all that fantastic. It had some pretty intense awful moments. Don't get me wrong some moments were great, but I still have to say that the thing that made me forget about all the insanity and suckiness of the trip were - Cerimon and Adrian. They pretty much made my whole trip back to the East Coast the best ever.

Yep, after a little over a decade we got to hang, and good gravy I didn't think I could love them anymore than I already had. However, now I have managed to find a way to love them even more. They're such adorable sweethearts and so easy to be around. I don't feel completely comfortable with just anyone, but these boys... they had me completely. The moment I saw them I just threw my arms around them and it was just...I don't know how to explain it. You know how there are some people you just know and feel safe around? People that just seeing them all your anxiety and stress in life just melts away? Having them in the same place as me was just like that. All my slight concern and annoyance of the day just immediately disappeared and I was in their arms. I was happy and all I could do was smile - huge.

Especially because these boys, specifically Cerimon, have been through so much with me. We've been pretty damn good friends since we were all about twelve. It was Cerimon I turned to when things sucked with my family throughout my teen years - I don't know how much I've told him over the years, but he probably knows way too much about my family and myself. He's the only person I've spent over half a day on the phone with straight. He's the one I turned to when I was lost and couldn't turn to anyone else because I wasn't supposed to say anything to anyone anyway. However, he's been the keeper of my secrets for more than a decade now. When I was silently pleading for my grandparents to send me the strength that I couldn't muster up within myself when our life was, once more, crumbling because of stupid choices on the part of one specific family member. He gave me the peace of mind I've needed so many times to just move on with my life. It was actually that one horrible moment that brought Cerimon and myself back into each other's lives...and because of that I got to be back in Adrian's life, too. Cerimon didn't have to be awesome and respond to my whiny  ridiculous text of weakness, but I asked him to be there for me as I needed at that moment. And he was there as he's always been. He's amazing.

Adrian, on the other hand, has always been great for some laughs. He was the one who introduced me to
Cerimon. Without him I wouldn't know any of my amazing group from the state. I do so adore them all. Besides Cerimon and Adrian, there's four others that I chat up on occasion. Adrian and I used to chat all the time as well, but after losing contact with the two of them a few years back I hadn't been the greatest at keeping in touch with him. I'm always being told I suck at keeping in touch, which is true. Really I'm only good at keeping in touch with Cerimon, Bianca, and Casanova...

I need to get better at this whole keeping in touch thing. Especially after what a prat I was to Adrian last night. And I do frackin' love him oh so very much! What should be noted is I'm hella good at being obnoxious and teasing the people I care about, but sometimes it's not so obvious it's out of love. Adrian was no exception - teasing him about telling people in my home state that he's a terrorist when he visits just to get him shot at (maybe not the best joke - in a bit bad taste!). At other times it might have seemed like Cerimon and I were double-teaming him too. Oops. He was just so easy to mess with - practically asking for it.

Though I feel like they both got the same amount of torture from me. So whatever. I was making fun of his "hobo beard" as I have dubbed it. There were lots of gay jokes all around, probably too many penis jokes, and too many inappropriate stories - so really it was exactly as it has always been between the three of us. I proved that using a bra as a purse doesn't, in fact, make your boobs look bigger. I'm not even sure how that one came up. There were many moments like that which in normal situations with normal people everyone would be like, "WTF, mate?" but because it was us I didn't bother questioning it.

Though, on an amusing note it was obvious we've all grown up. I mean we weren't always nice to each other with our joking, and sometimes we were all rather immature with our insults. We were kind of annoying and stupid to each other on occasion as kids. Now it was obvious we were all just joking around to have some laughs. At least I caught myself when I was making inappropriate jokes and said I loved them. Haha. They were just so easy to joke around with and laugh with. Amazing smiles and great personalities - such a shame it took so long to get to hang in person.

Surprisingly trustworthy, too. Adrian went out for a smoke break and Cerimon was going to stay inside with me, but I had stepped out to use the restroom. So instead they both just looked confused at my wallet and couldn't decide what to do. They debated taking it outside with them so Adrian could smoke, but then didn't want to make it look like they took my wallet and ran. I don't know why, but I thought that was the cutest thing ever. Such chivalrous gents.

We just talked about well, everything and nothing. Because what else do you do when you're at a random hotel in a town full of awful roads that are labyrinths that have no discernible pattern? Plus, it's not like any of us were all that familiar with where we were. I'm lucky they found our stupid hotel...I'm also lucky they put up with The Family. They wanted to meet my boys - and they were gracious enough to be patient, attentive, and kind to The Family. Not the easiest feat ever.

We discussed whether or not I have an accent. It was decided it was the slightest accent ever, if at all. What can I say? I grew up on the West Coast - I have the "hollywood" style speech. Weird accents were trained out of me. Adrian had a pretty fabulous accent and really I just enjoyed listening to him talk. He had one of those voices that are just soothing and some words just sounded cooler somehow. Cerimon didn't have much of an accent, like me.

We got a lot of chats out of our short amount of time to hang out. Well, it was more than a few hours, but it still felt too short to me.

I'm surprised they don't hate me at some points I got really annoying. Cerimon was falling asleep and I was not having it. Well, mostly because I didn't want to have to say goodbye yet. Then I starting quoting Charlie the Unicorn in his ear... Especially the part where it says, "Silly sleepy head waaaaaake uuuuup!" I threatened to draw on Cerimon's face if he fell asleep which lead to him n I wrestling while he attempted to get my pen. Adrian kept pushing him over and tossing him on the floor to keep Cerimon awake. Jesus, I can't believe Cerimon put up with the two of us!

However, not only did they put up with me they wanted me to stay forever. We joked about me either cross dressing as Cerimon's friend that's living with him to convince his family I was the guy living with them or just flat out kicking him out for me to stay. I was offered a job as a full-time pillow because apparently I'm comfortable to sleep on plus it was an excuse to keep me. They were fabulous.

They didn't really believe in personal bubble space, which I really didn't mind. Cerimon kept putting his head on my shoulder while we were chatting and trying to fall asleep. Adrian sat next to me with his arm touching mine. I was perfectly, cozily sandwiched between the two of them most of the time which was fine by me.

The best thing about Adrian and Cerimon is how they didn't want to leave me as much as I didn't want to leave them. I walked them out to the car and they kept talking and trying to find excuses to not leave yet despite the fact Cerimon was shivering like crazy. They probably hugged me about ten times for minutes at a time. They were probably the best hugs ever because I almost never felt so loved in all my life. They genuinely seemed to be sad to go, and that was very sweet. They gave me the best goodbye ever, and in waiting so long to leave they forwent a lot of sleep despite having to work today. They were even already talking about wanting to see me again soon - Adrian suggesting they really need to road trip to see me, Seriously. Like this Summer. It was touching that they really wanted to be around me.

One of the things that make them so awesome is that I had texts from both of them today telling me to have a  safe flight and tell them when I got home safe. They told me how they kept saying after they left they should turn around and come back. Those kinds of things are what made me feel genuinely cared about and they didn't have to be so damn friendly and amazing. But they are and they're already talking about wanting to see me again, so score.

God, I love these boys.

P.S. The Devils suck ... That's for Adrian, even though he'll never read this. And if he does he's either going to punch me or punch Cerimon if he feels he still can't punch me. Lulz.

Sunday, July 22, 2012

+ 30 Day Book Challenge: Day 6 +

A Book That Makes You Sad

I've been racking my brain for what feels like forever trying to think of a book that makes me sad, but usually if a book makes me sad that's only part of it. I mean, Cleopatra's Daughter makes me cry. every. single. time. I don't care that I've probably read it four or five times by this point. Tears, tears, tears. I know what happens. It still gets me. I'd tell you, but in the off chance you want to do something crazy like read the book for yourself, I won't spoil it.

White Fang also made twelve year old me cry. I think it was when White Fang was in the dog fight or something, maybe. I'm not sure. It's been a decade since I've read that book and I'm afraid to re-read it because I want it to remain amazing like it is in my head. It might not be as amazing since I'm older. I made that mistake already with some books from my childhood. I still want to name a future dog Fang in honor of White Fang.

Then there is also Where the Red Fern Grows which totally made me cry, too. I swear every time it makes me cry so much more if dogs are the ones that get hurt or die. Kind of like in movies - every time a dog (or a horse Walking Dead anyone?) dies I am about a million times more concerned for the dog than any stupid human in the movie. It might sound cold, but dogs are much more adorable and they count on humans so it's just mean letting them die.

I'm not sure if any other books made me cry. I seriously don't like this book challenge, it's too difficult.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

+ A Childhood Hero +

A Childhood Hero

Goodness there are so many to choose from! I was big on Superheroes as a kiddie. I was such a tomboy. Who am I kidding? I still am, I just don't look it because trying to be a 'professional adult' has nipped that whole thing in the bud. It is no longer appropriate for me to wear my punk chokers or spikes... which is sad for me. I'm getting old.

I wandered off the track a bit there. Goodness which hero to choose?

Rogue?
Wolverine?
Frankenstein's monster (yes, I maintain he is a hero)?
 Psylocke?
The Silver Surfer?
Basil of Baker Street?
Sherlock Holmes?
Batman?
Spider Man?

As you can tell there are a number of choices. But I think it's about time I share my unyielding affection for the quick to a fight, Wolverine.

Wolverine has always had a special place in my heart. I know that sounds silly and ridiculous. But maybe it will make more sense once I tell you the reason.

So, since I was two I've hated the idea of missing out on things. Even if there's something I really don't want to do I'll end up caving because I just don't want to miss out. I guess it was like that even when I was two because the Mom and Ajax would forever be watching ridiculous movies like Leprechaun and Nightmare on Elm Street to give some examples. One night we were watching one of the movies, not sure which one, and I saw Freddy Krueger and I didn't like it. The Mom says that I got scared, but that baffles me because to this day I can't find a single movie to really horrify me and give me nightmares... I know, I've looked. She was trying to convince two year old me to go downstairs and hang out with the Dad, but I wasn't having it because I didn't want to be left out.

That night before I went to bed I must've looked a little pale because Ajax pulled me aside and was just like, "Don't worry, Wolverine could totally rip Freddy Krueger to shreds without even thinking. Wouldn't even have to re-heal himself once." He then went to his room and got me a Wolverine action figure to take to my room to sleep next to me.

And that is where my love of Wolverine began. To this day I'm still ridiculously fond of the Marvel Hero. While at work I got into a debate on why Wolverine would totally own Freddy Krueger in a fight - neither of us won over the other one. But I still know in my heart and in my dreams Wolverine would always win - I don't care if Freddy Krueger invaded Wolverine's dreams. He still could not out due my favorite hot-headed hero.

It could also be why Wolverine still has a place on my wall. The newspaper was cool back in the day and slipped in movie posters and such. I've had one of Wolverine/Hugh Jackman on my wall since X2 went into theaters.

The funnier thing still? After that night my brother convinced me Wolverine would always win against the monsters in the night I've never had a problem with a scary movie. I never worried about monsters under my bed, or Chucky for that matter. I never had to make my parents check my closet for me. I never worried about things that go bump in the night...