Anna's Get-well-soon smoothie

So,  you know how you know you're sick when you feel like youv'e had a love tap from a compact car? I got that feeling approximately an hour before my shift ended. Naturally, I got home and wanted nothing more than to go to bed. But by this time my stomach was hurting from lack of  food, so I figured I should eat something.

So, you know how when you have a sore throat you don't feel like eating anything that isn't cold and of a silky-smooth creaminess reminiscent of a baby's behind? So I thought, "smoothie!"

It was a good idea for my brain being so congested it felt approximately the consistency of cotton fluff. It was also good, for having it made up on the spot of sick foods and whatever sounded good. 

So I'm sharing!

1 vanilla greek yogurt (has all the protein to make up for the food you don't want to eat, plus happy tummy enzymes)

1 bannana (because you can fix most ailments with a bannana, including the one where your smoothie lacks creaminess and thickness)

1/2 to 1 cup oragne juice (vitamin C, use to preference)

10 ice cubes (for coldness)

1 tbsp honey (honey = good for sore throats)

1 cup brewed ginger tea (ancient chinese secret for delicious that somehow makes you feel better)

Makes about 2-3

Blend all ingredients until they are the desired aforementioned creaminess. 

PS: Airborne or somesuch could be added for extra immunity. Or, dredge up an Odwalla C monster. So much vitamin C you won't be sick for a month. 

Gold star for slightly inappropriate metaphors. 

Resoluting

Hey, I'm a writer, I can make up words can't I?

About being a writer....

I need to do it. I've been in retail a year now and I still like my job, but I'm beginning to look around me, see all my friends with big girl/boy jobs, and want that. And I'm beginning consistently have days where I just don't want to go to work, and that is something I got a degree to avoid. So, even though its a month early, I'm making some changes. I even bought  a book on freelancing.

And this book -- to be reviewed when i finish it -- advises a business plan. Not necessarily the official bound and suit kind, but some sort of plan, written on blog, beer coaster, napkin .... Oh hay, I have a blog....

Anna's plan

1.) Write here once a week. I have tons of tutorials and ideas planned, I just need to get them down
2.) Finally do the illustrations for the header.
3.) Reach out to other blogs and contact bloggers for advice.
4.) Finish my surprise yet to be revealed....
5.) Write one professional article per month.
6.) Write/record my fiction. Stories of people and fantasy lands are my constant companion -- I might as well put them down and get some use out of them.


Gold Star to those who believe in resolutions all year round.

Peter Pan Complex

There's probably some truth to saying I'm afraid to grow up. Not that I'm in danger of going into some  creepy Neverland, but let's face it, so far my adult life has consisted of getting a job amongst sparkles at a children's clothing store. And using my employee discount waaaay too liberally for someone childless.

Mostly I just buy the Mario T-shirts, promise. And sparkly headbands.

But really, my mom is rather correct in her attempts to launch me. I left college burnt out and not even being able to think about grad school or a job, so I moved home and got a day job. Now I've been in that job almost a year, and I keep saying I'll look at grad schools but not doing so, I haven't even looked at my senior thesis in more than a year, and with the ending of my internship, it seems all I do is fold sparkly T-shirts. I can't even remember the last time my room was clean.

Maybe its just this moment, with the need to look for Grad programs actually approaching (because the thought of getting a job just now would be too much growing up), that I feel my childhood longings. But let's face it, grownups clean their rooms, and do grown-up jobs, and at 22 I'm in that world more solidly than I like to think sometimes. I also need to start actually managing my life (so I can give you guys posts of what I've been doing).

Now, off to spend a week with high-school band nerds. (what a great way to grow up).

When I get back I may just have a grown-up tea party where we all dress up and eat fancy desserts and sip tea not like childish buffoons.

Not so much to grow up, but because I want to have a tea-party. And a sudden longing for a teapot tattoo.

Gold Star to the Wendys who have to go back to reality.

Leaving my beloved...

That is right, I am going camping, and leaving my computer home. Even though the McDonald's, with its tempting wireless is right next door to the campground, I am resisting. Is it bad that I desperately want to take my computer CAMPING? It says addict to me...

This is step three of my plan. Take time off the internet.

Because I've discovered something -- there is a big difference between getting inspired by the internet, and being inspired by yourself. Both have their plusses, but you need a balance of both. Right now, all my inspiration comes from being too poor to buy the pretty clothes I want. I spend my internet time not creating, but viewing others' creations and being jealous. And I'm not entirely sure I'm all right with that.

Perhaps that is why, even though I have restarted my blog, have tons of brand-new ideas, and am generally revamped in my motivation, nothing has really happened here. My inspiration all comes by way of copy. My inspiration is all from other peoples' things, and there are plenty of places on the internet to share things that aren't my blog. Sharing things is not bad, but I want my to live MY inspiration, and make my internet space what I make my world -- not how I copy  others because I like what they did. Plus, thats skeevy. Even though I don't copy so much as interpret, as a journalist, I find this unacceptable. In writing and in life, you need to create your own material -- and there is no problem being inspired by others, but you need to make it your own.

I have been working on stuff, and original stuff. I promise. I have FINISHED stuff, just waiting for a photo shoot. But I need time to plan and to be inspired by my inspirations, not others'. And I am going to take this week off to plan, to ruminate on how to make my blog MINE. And when I come back I will have lots for you.

Gold Star to the brave ones fighting internet addiction. They should make PSAs about that stuff.

Comfort

So, tip number two from A Beautiful Mess is to not feel you need to do it all.

This is definitely a problem I struggle with. I have so many interests and like writing about so many things that my blog could be a mess. But part of my craft is also writing, which shouldn't be confined to just crafting. So, partially inspired by Little Chief Honeybee's "Honest to Blog" feature, i plan to write weekly over something I think about. It will mostly be about creativity and writing and struggles and successes, but I can't promise it always will be. Because I am a writer, who is creative. So that should be foremost in my re-envisioning of my ventures.

So without further ado, here is Things I Think About number one.

I was reading an article about the "10 Things Most Americans Don't Know About America" Brutally honest, yes, but he does it in the way brutally honest with someone you love.

The one that really struck me was about how Americans confuse comfort with happiness. This probably sums up my biggest problem with my life right now. Let me start by saying my life doesn't often have things I consider problems. But this is a problem.

I am happy when I am busy. I know this inside and out. And in school, being busy came naturally to me. I was involved in music, in theater, in jobs. At home, living with my parents, it does not. And I try to be busier, but home is comfortable. It has my comfy sofa, and comfy Nintendo games, and comfy internet distractions.

But when I'm busy, I feel true happiness at my accomplishments, I love that I get more done, and though there are more stressors, unless I have overloaded myself with busy, I actually have fewer anxiety problems than when I am comfortable. Comfort does not give me that -- which was part of this article's point, or the part of the point that applied to me. The other part about traveling and seeing things that challenge your viewpoints is a large part of my happiness too. But that is not the part that is imminently relevant.

Happiness isn't easy. It takes work to maintain, to fill your life up to the point where you transcend comfort. And its something I need to work on (especially with my mother's not so subtle attempts at "launching" me). Its more work than you'd think, finding things to do and keep you inspired. But I know its worth it not to fall into the comfort rut.

I am happy to report I have been busy this last week. I worked a lot, crafted a lot, and the two days where I did relatively nothing were actually a little strange-feeling.  So progress made :)

Gold Star to the busy bees

Dear 17-year-old me

So, it really doesn't get much more personal than this. I'm not going to spill my life's story all over the internet here, but in the spirit of re-introduction and reflection, here's a piece I wrote a while ago, based on Seventeen magazine's "Letters to the seventeen-year-old me" pieces they'd have in the back of their magazines.

Dear Anna,

So, this birthday was a lot better than the last one! Though I would never say it was fun spending it (and the weeks to come) recuperating from getting T-boned that morning, know that you are blessed with an incredible optimism that will blossom even further. Not many people would look back and say they were blessed to spend their sweet sixteen in a hospital, but you will continue to view it as so. Blessed you survived, and grew to know your own strength. You also lost 20 pounds and have kept it off, which you don't fully appreciate right now, but its pretty boss in a shallow way. Hey, we're human.

You just got back from Europe. You're missing your daily hit of fresh bread (heads up -- when you come back from Italy, it will, unbelievably, be the tomatoes you yearn for), beautiful castles, and the wonderful friends you made. You've met some of the loves of your young life (and no, not the friends -- who are no less wonderful and necessary even though you will find you've drifted from them). These loves go by names like The Thrill of Embarking to a New Place, The View from a Bus Window, and The Weird Ways Humans of All Cultures Are Oddly the Same.

You've done a wonderful thing by leaving home and being brave, and know that though you will go on to graduate from two wonderful schools with high honors and accolades, know that it will be your travels you consider your greatest accomplishments.

You've also cememted your bond with music. You will be unsure whether you want to continue, but after all that work relearning to play the flute, you better not give it up. You will worry that pursuing it will be putting too much on your plate. You will ignore that worry, and your life will be harder for it, and you will overload yourself because of it, and you will never regret it. Staying connected to music will change your life. You will do things and meet people you never would have elsewise.

Speaking of that other school you're going to graduate from -- you're currently embroiled in turmoil about what that will be. You're hitting your senior year wondering why you didnt do the million college tours the bright young set you belong to typically makes. It's okay. It just means you've spotted what you want. You won't get in, but that will be okay. Because you will be getting an offer from a place you never considered, were dragged to by your mom, that will change everything. You will be thrust into indecision, you will worry many times if you are settleing at this place. You don't know this yet, but you aren't. You will know soon enough. You will know when your last words to your grandpa are that you are attending his alma mater. You will know when you see the look in your Dad's face when he realizes his daughter will graduate college without debt. And you will certainly know when you work at the school paper, carry its colors in the marching band, meet professors who will change how you think, and the day you and your roomates stand in university park with your gowns on and your little brother keeping your cap from flying into the lake (in his favorite pinstripe suit). Unlike your high school cap, you'll keep a hold of this one :)

You've done pretty well for yourself, and I'm pretty sure you know this. You're weird, quirky, sometimes socially unacceptable and you dont care. Though you don't realize it now, you avoided the majority of teen drama and made friends who are mature, supportive, and who will help you grow. One day not too far from now, you will be looking at those who didnt avoid it so well, realize how stupid it is, and be so glad you loved your life in those days. But, hey, try flirting a little -- it really won't hurt you to get a little practice in. And know that the next five years will take you on a ride.


Gold Star to the awkward ones :)

System Reboot

Howdy!

I've been gone for a while....duh.  Part of it was an insane work schedule, part of it was a trip to Korea, and part of it was just failure-to-launch, what-am-I-doing-with-my-life/blog/career lethargy. But I've sorted it out, mostly. One needs to do that regularly, reassess things, go through your wardrobe/desk/future plans and discard those things that don't work any more. And my blog was part of that, to be honest. I felt it lacked a lot of direction, the schedule I was trying to uphold wasn't accomplishing what I wanted it to, and frankly, I was kind of doing it as a chore.

Part of the reason I started this blog was as a catalog of my... well... creative endeavors.  It was a tool to motivate me to finish projects. But it wasn't doing that job. It was a way to express my writing life, but I haven't really had one recently. Either way, it was a tool, and that isn't the right reason to have a blog. I guess it all came together when I read (this) wonderful article at a Beautiful Mess (probably the most successful blog I know). You have one because you want to share your life and ideas with the world, because you have a passion you want to share.

So, Following that article, things around here are going to change. I'm not going to delete everything that came before, but I am going to (re)start my blog with a bang. Part of my lifestyle is about writing and developing as a writer, and I have done some of that on this blog. I want people to see that, and I'm not afraid that things may have been a mess before. Mistakes help us learn and they will always be valuable to me for that.

1. Pick a personal theme.
 Originally my blog was based on creativity. Which, in reality, is unrealistic. I tried to fit writing, crafting, and everything else into one blog. I still am going to write on those things, but I'm going to ground it to "living a creative life." Because I don't just continually craft, like a lot of the craft bloggers I admire. I don't have a thriving free-lancing career, so I can't just be a professional writing blogger. I'm inspired, but I don't just want to share other people's things that inspire me. So I'm going to be me. I have so many ideas and passions and interests it's ridiculous. And I'm going to share them, and my creative life, because it doesn't get any more personal than lifestyle. Enjoy the ride :)

Maybe that doesn't refine it much for you, but I feel a new direction and focus. So maybe you'll just have to watch it play out :) Maybe it won't be that much different, overall, but I believe a shift in ideas always wins out.

I'll share the other steps or the article as things take shape.

Gold star to the reassesors