January First, Two Thousand and Ten

It is the first day of the new year, and the first thing I want to send out is Love, Happiness, Wealth and Health to all those I know and all those I love.

2009 was a year in which my personal and creative life sort of switched rounds. I have always been blessed with the gift of creativity, but prior to 2009 I have squandered those talents away with years of meek ambition to go the traditional/safe route. Though I chose Creative Writing as my major in college, I can’t say that I have been very aggressive in my approach to anything really creative. But I made the decision to do more last year with the creative talents that I was blessed with. I was also very fortunate to have those in my life who supported me and help me nurture these talents. And in my personal life, I was never really a Don Juana (lol), but 2009 was the first year in which I can say I made decisions in relationships that I am ashamed of (though I’ve learned a lot from them). But 2010 proves to be a great year. Not only am I in this new realm of my life where the creative gods are being gracious to me, but 2009 has allowed me to grow and prioritize through those personal experiences.

This the turn of a new year as well as the turn of a decade, and I reflect on things, good and bad.

1. I will never have to say “what if” when it comes to those bad decisions.
2. I have learned about my capabilities as well as weaknesses within a relationship.
3. I have met new people who are very supportive as well as nurturing to my creative talents.
4. I have acquired knowledge of myself in terms of my needs and wants, both creatively and personally.
5. I am grateful for my continuously supportive family.
6. I recognize even more, the friends who are nearest and dearest to me.
7. And though this is selfish, what’s more important to me is that in the bit of creative growth that I have attained in 2009, I have set goals on ambitions for 2010 that I used to tuck away for the sake of safety.

2010 proves to be “the best year yet” (as I have been wished through mass New Year texts). It will be a year of chances and a year of continual growth and steadfast ambition. I’ll keep you up to date on the progress!

MY NEW DIVOGA

So, in talking about MY NEW DIVOGA (chair), there are a three things that I must talk about, because I think they are all related.

1. Procrastination
2. Motivation
3. The new FENG SHUI of my room

They say the road to recovery is admittance of a problem. So here goes.

Hello, I am a Procrastinator! Things that I want to achieve in the long run come second to things that I want to do right now.

This story of procrastination starts with me deciding on a whim to rearrange my room. Of course you can’t picture it if you haven’t seen my room, but that doesn’t matter. I came home and I just had to move my bed from the middle of my room to the corner. What matters is that this move caused another problem to further my procrastination. There was now a huge empty space where my bed used to be, and I was stuck on how to resolve this space. Rugs, new curtains, paint…Ikea, Home Depot, Office Max, Bed Bath and Beyond. I couldn’t think of anything that I felt secure about.

So bam! Fast forward to the following Sunday’s voice lesson with Mary Elizabeth Micari and she hands me a book. FENG SHUI IN 10 SIMPLE LESSONS by jANE bUTLER-bIGGS.

Now I didn’t read the book from cover to cover, but I took away a few simple helpful tips.

1. Colors matter.
2. Materials matter (what your furniture is made of).
3. It all comes down to the balance of chi/energy in your living space.

What this book really did for me was show me where the chi lied within my living space. I wanted my space to be motivational as well as calming. It turns out that my metal frame bed was suited for the northwest corner of my room (according to the Ba Gua chart this corner of my room governs guardian angels, helpful people and mentors and the late evening…I know, I know, Feng Shui is deep!)

So I decided that I wanted a red chair for my workspace/desk. Red, within the color range of Fire (one of the five elements including Water, Wood, Earth and Metal), motivates Action, Enlightenment, Self-esteem and Public status. And in being a procrastinator, I was hoping this red would light a fire under my a** to get some writing done. So I purchased MY NEW DIVOGA today and assembled it as soon as I got home.

MY NEW DIVOGA

Beaut ain’t he? Yes, he’s a he. 🙂 He even has a chrome base which, in the chart of elements, is supposed to motivate Order, Structure, Leisure and pleasure as well as Creativity. Did I pick a perfect chair, or did I pick a perfect chair? Now all I need is a green plant in the southeast corner of my room for prosperity! 😛

Now, so far, this has proven to be a good investment, because it is 1am, I have a 16 hour day tomorrow and I’m still up writing. Let’s hope this is a sign of good stories, poems, blogging to come.

Validation

What it means to be “qualified” in life? Is it just this one person, or is the whole universe a judge as to whether or not your even qualified to survive? Are you the real person who validates your own being? They say “make your own destiny,” but I’ve also been taught about fate as well as what it means to do what is safe and where is the validation in that?

With life we all go through stages. Each of these stages are saturated with the idea of validation. “Am I qualified to be the leader of this team?” “Am I qualified to serve donuts?” “Am I qualified to attend this school?” “I am qualified to be your lover?” “I am qualified to be your friend?” “I am qualified to be whatever you want me to be?” But who is really the judge of this “valid” feeling/option/quality? Your boss? The guy across the room? Your mother? Your father? Your wife’s parents? The manager of Chuck E. Cheese?

I don’t want to live a life where I feel as though I need to be “validated.” Being free of that word is being free from the fear of judgment which makes one question one’s adequacy. My fear is to live an ordinary life because I do not feel as though I am “ordinary.”

I want to made a valid part of society. I want to be a valid part of a valid relationship. I want to be of the echelon, but it starts within my own mind. And in viewing myself as of the echelon does not disqualify anyone else from such a ranking. It only takes determination, courage and a fearless way of life, without being careless.

Defend Myself Against the World

My perception is skewed by my constant need to prove that no one else can validate me.
Only I have the power to validate my feelings or my actions.
But still I cry as the turmoil fights inside (I know that sounds cliché, but fuck it).
I painfully see the errors in my ways and it will take a force of nature for me to change.
None will pass my way, as I defend myself against the world.

I will never play the role of the weak.
I will always prove that I am no meeker than the strongest of beings.
My mind runs over me and tramples emotions that lay helplessly before my path towards emotional growth.
I don’t know what to do, and I stumble through uncharted territories.

All I know is my mind is wide and my heart is deep.
And my eyes betray me when I react shallowly, defending myself against the world.

Normally I Wouldn't

It was the dead of winter in New York City and we were blessed with a 50 degree night. So it was wonderfully ironic that Simon had invited Lauren and I to one of his shows. We emerged from our den in Brooklyn and headed to the city to take advantage of this gift. The breeze by the East river was crisp, but we were happy enough that we only had to wear one extra layer of clothing. We stopped off to drink hot chocolate, catching up on lost time and debriefing on the upcoming activities. After a few hours of standing around and chatting, watching Simon do his thing on the dance floor, we decided to leave and head out to a club. There, we met with Chris, an old colleague, and smoozed before he let us in. We headed straight to the bar for margaritas, and the music was bumping! We advanced onto the non-dance floor and got it started, dancing the night away until I am approached by you. I have a new dance partner. Automatically, we vibe and enjoy every hip rock and back thrust. You make comments on my choice of dance songs and I refute. “You are so cute,” I think to myself. I tell my friend. You are less aggressive than I would have hoped as you didn’t ask for my number, which I guess worked out for the best. I’m about to leave. “That’s it,” you ask, and make appoint to get an alternative connection going. I get your full name, and I am sure to remember it until I get home. I request, you accept. I’m interested, I can’t lie to myself.

What Acting Means to Me

Acting class teaches me how to approach life. I realize that I’m timid when it comes to apporaching situations within my life, and acting teachs me to always take center stage. It means having the courage to step out of myself to be someone else, and allow myself to enjoy it, and be good at it. I lack the courage to be great, as many people do, because we settle for being just at par, when we have the potential to be so much more. So I guess acting is teaching me courage. I fear being wrong, being judged, failing, which causes me to not take situations into my own hands. With acting, I fumble a lot in the beginning, and I am criticized and directed, but I still have to take a role, or a monologue and make it into something that’s worth watching and being.

My David

His long stringy hair fell to his shoulders. The ends created little waves that reminded me of the torrent falls of Kaieteur. He had an interested look on his face, focused on the professor’s point of view on male female interactions and society’s view. He looked like a David, except for the turquoise gem that created a little sparkle on the center or his right nostril; this of course didn’t seem like an action of a man of 1504. I imagined him as a laid back, open-minded person, whose hunger for knowledge and spiritual connections couldn’t be satiated. His eyes were big and active with curiosity. He wore beads that hung like little colorful waves under his white t-shirt, and I imagined my tongue swimming through the still ripples. “So, what’s the purpose of society’s opinion in a world where individuality is praised,” he asked. His lips seemed like they were chanting a prayer the way they moved with such veracity. Moments like these are when I wished I paid attention to what the professor spoke about, because then I could respond to his question. We’d be dancing, making love with our words and our minds in front of everyone. But then again, I’ve never been and exhibitionist.