‘Tis the season for Christmas lights! We put our tree up this past weekend but not before having a little fun with the tree lights.
Well, Thanksgiving passed as quickly as it arrived and we’re already on to Christmas. But before I forget, I want to share a few things I learned from Thanksgiving this year:
1) Homemade pies > store bought pies
If you can help it, try making a pie one year instead of buying one. This was the first Thanksgiving we made an apple pie from scratch and it turned out great thanks to an easy Pinterest recipe. I plan on making this a yearly tradition!
2) Naps are essential!
I definitely stuffed myself with delicious food this year but I didn’t really go overboard. And yet, I still found myself yawning uncontrollably as my eyes started to close. So instead of fighting it, I plopped myself down on the couch for a mini nap before dessert. You wake up feeling so refreshed and ready for some more turkey!
3) Sometimes simple is better.
My family and I usually spend Thanksgiving with other friends and family whether we travel to their houses or they come here. But this year we kept it simple with just the 5 of us and ya know what? It was kind of nice! Staying in your pajamas until 1pm and eating whenever you feel like it is so relaxing.
I’m looking forward to lots of leftovers and Christmas tree decorating this weekend! It’s officially Christmas season
I needed this.
It wasn’t much,
it was just enough.
is so much
I needed this.
I found this gal perched on a bench outside of a local bakery a few weeks ago. I’m not 100% sure but it looks like some sort of angry witch mermaid. (And yes, I’m aware of how ridiculous that sounds.) What do you think it is?
It’s definitely a little unexpected but this city just wouldn’t be the same without all of its quirky art pieces scattered throughout.
good day to
and to love
to be light, and be
Yesterday was heavy.
So now, it’s
a good day
to shed the weight,
but keep the fat.
It was only put there to be loved,
So I’d been wondering how to incorporate current events into my posts, because I feel like everything is easier to relate to when it touches on something that is really happening, when it has something else to back it up. And I started thinking about issues relevant to my age group. Having just started high school in August, a really big problem in my school and all over the country is body image and bullying. Especially for girls, though it definitely happens to guys too. People feel vulnerable at this stage in their lives, and unsure about every aspect of themselves both physically and in personality, and these things are such easy targets for bullies to pinpoint and manipulate.
I’ve always felt like the reason the bullying issue among American teens right now is so bad not only because the words these bullies use are so hurting and hateful, but because the victims feel so helpless. You can’t predict a bullies next move. Are their threats legitimate, or empty? A person who is so obviously filled with rage (often the result of a problem at home) is beyond difficult to deal with because they don’t feel as though they need to respect your limits. Once you become the target, you can never know whether they will turn to violence, take your life, or worse– drive you to taking your own.
But the saddest part is that it is never helpless. People get scared of building the reputation of a snitch, so they tell no one. But that is where these victims go wrong. That is letting your oppressors win. In lots of issues, not just bullying, Communication is such a powerful defense against so many problems, and yet, we are afraid to use it. And though I’ve never been subject to the kind of bullying you read, see, and hear about in the news, I can understand that it is hard to speak. It is really, really hard. But that doesn’t make it any less urgent.
I know this blog is supposed to be about the things that make us happy, and I totally acknowledge that this is a really heavy topic. But in a way, this post has its place in the mix. Because this is something that needs to be addressed. People shy away from the tough stuff, but that’s no way to solve anything. So I’ll end my piece with a poem, that also goes with the daily prompt about power (though I think I interpreted a little but differently than what was asked for. Oh well).
When they push you down,
they give you a whistle
and I know,
I know, it’s getting harder to breathe
but you wrong your lungs too much
they may fail on the first try
but they can only get stronger
blow the whistle
and the power is yours again.
Though we are only 13 months apart and people often assume you are the older sister, you will always be my LITTLE sister. Happy Birthday, M! I hope you enjoy your special day. Now, let’s eat some cake!!
p.s. Throwback birthday pictures are my absolute favorite! Check out those 90′s outfits!
a million hands are pulling me at once
I’m strong and choose my own direction.
a million hands are pulling too hard
my willpower is too soft.
I’m stretched so far I just
e v a p o r a t e
I’m reaching for the answer
but once think I’m
all I can feel is the
cold, hard glass of the mirror
and all I can think is: I’ll never,
never find what
is on the other side.