My ultra-boring life

Friday, April 29, 2011

Love

I just watched Michael Buble's music video for "I just haven't met you yet."  While it was fun, and in general I like Michael Buble, I couldn't help but be bothered by the show's premise and how much it reflects an idea of society of "the One" that we fall in love with.  I used to believe that that could happen sometimes, but I'm increasingly of the idea that that's a load of hooey.  Love isn't something that just happens.  It's not some magical power that makes you lose your faults and suddenly have a simple, easy fulfilling relationship with someone.  You have to work hard at it and work hard on yourself.  Once the initial endorphins wear off in any relationship, you have a choice -- make it work, or not.  So many people these days have been brainwashed by the idea of "the One" that they think that once you reach that stage, that they should just go and keep looking to try and find the magical "One".  That's why there's so much divorce and people just plain deciding that marriage isn't worth the trouble.  So come on, people.  TRY.  work at it.  You can do it.

Wishes and Dreams

Sorry so long without an update.  School stresses me out and puts me into a 'I can't do anything if I'm not doing my schoolwork' mode.  It's fun and great but soooooooooo stressful.

I'm doing it for a good reason, though.  Trying to fulfill that lifelong dream of being a good author.  Not necessarily a best-seller, though that would be nice, but to actually write something that makes a DIFFERENCE.  I read all this great literature, with all its layers and complexities and metaphors and symbolism, and I can't help but be overwhelmed and depressed.  How can I do it?  How can I possibly write that well?  Then the therapy-driven part of my brain tells me I'm a good writer already and cites evidence from the classes I've already had and the feedback people give me.  I just need to work at it.  And there's the rub, I guess -- work.  When I was a child, I was 'saved' from everything that was hard, which taught me I can't do it.  But I can.  I've done it before.  I can do it again.  And I'm learning more, so I can do even BETTER.  I'm really looking forward to next semester; I've heard really good things about my fiction professor, so I'm hoping it will really help. 
Right now, though, we need a new mantra.  No more 'I can't.'  Now, repeat after me: I CAN.  I CAN WORK HARD.  I CAN ACCOMPLISH THIS.  Rinse.  Repeat.