Tag: philosophy

#228; to battle seasonal affective disorder (SAD)

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I love the idea of BATTLING THE SAD (by SAD, of course, I mean seasonal affective disorder, but it still sounds pretty great) and in this sudden turn for the grey, dismal, and freezing here in Boston (seriously, Labor Day hit and it was like the actual, physical end of summer instead of the arbitrary, social end) I seem to be surrounded by SAD (my own included). But SAD is not what we do here at The Luckiest, we do the opposite, and so in my effort to BATTLE THE SAD (I swear, every time I write/read that in caps, it’s He-Man shouting it), I bring you ways to carry a little sunshine and attitude around with you (inspired by the Tips of the Week Wednesday over at The Happiness Project).

↳ I cannot help but hit up tumblr when I’m feeling emo (and no, I’m not secretly fifteen years old). Something about being curled up cozy, checking out awesome homemade art and fell0w Harry Potter obsessed crazies just cheers me up. And if that doesn’t work? I can always take my mind off the SAD by practicing some graphic design of my own. Also, reading celeb sighting sites (Just Jared and GoFugYourself being my favorites) or advice columns (you should all be reading Dear Wendy, she’s brilliant and fun).

↳ It sounds silly, but spending a rainy afternoon watching Family Guy/Archer/The Simpsons/Bob’s Burgers/American Dad (so many silly-fantastic cartoons out there these days!) re-runs always does the trick. Hulu is a beautiful thing. If cartoons aren’t your thing, youtube some =3 or old school Steve Martin stand up.

↳ Putting my favorite Broadway/show-tunes on, loud, and dancing around our bedroom singing along. Uh, yeah. This. (You can’t be in a bad mood singing La Vie Boheme or You Gotta Get a Gimmick).

↳ Going for a run. Or, if I’m at work, I hit one of the back stairwells and run up and down a few flights of stairs. It gets my blood pumping, warms me up (I’m a cold person, nearly always), wakes me up, and gets me out of my desk chair for a few minutes!

↳ Call a long distance friend. Someone you have hilarious inside jokes with and haven’t seen in months (someone who’s voice makes you grin, because it’s not the same via facebook!). Get some belly-holding, rolling on the floor laughing in rehashing ridiculous nights out, catching up on the insanity of your current lives, and remind yourself that there are people out there who love you, and whom you love. I can’t imagine feeling blue when that’s at the forefront of my mind.

Tell me: What do you do to BATTLE THE SAD?

#225; blogging is –

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It’s Friday, and today I’m in love with, you guessed it, Blogging! It’s been too long since I’ve been active at writing of any sort, and this is my (hopeful) launch back into it.

This morning in my Trove email was a link to AZSpot’s post about what blogging is to him. I thought I’d give it a go, too. Let’s have at it: why do you blog? Why do you read blogs? What are you favorite blogs and why? I love going straight to a site (I’m a typography and coding dork deep down) and have never been able to get into a reader (what else are bookmarks for, right?) – what about you? Do you use an RSS feed? An e-reader with wifi? How do you read blogs? Why do you love them? (And is anyone out there still using Trove?)

For me… Blogging is connection. Blogging is keeping up with friends, family, favorite authors, and fun celebrities. Blogging is organized thought. Blogging is artistic and emotional release. Blogging is challenging. Blogging is design and coding bliss. Blogging is practicing my crafts (journalism, design, photography, prose and poetry) as often and openly as possible. Blogging is asking tough questions. Blogging is participation. Blogging is exploration. Blogging is new technology and happy hours. Blogging is getting to know a city and a community. Blogging is thinking about complex topics, personal growth, and totally rad pop culture. Blogging is gabbing away with you all.
Blogging is fun! 
What is it for you…?

#223; sunny side of the street

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So, folks, it’s Monday morning. And worse, it’s raining. And I had to wake up early. Not the best start to the week, right? Especially after the last couple of weeks. August has been a rough month of transition and summer colds. And yet, I sit here today with a purpose, which is more than I could say last week. I decided this morning, I’m going to be more positive. I’m going to smile more. I’m going to be friendlier. I’m going to be proud of my work and helpful toward my friends (and the strangers who happen into my sphere of social influence, as well!).

I’ve been spending a lot of time on random graphic design projects, having joined an online art challenge community on Livejournal (yes, there are still those of us out there who LJ, millions as a matter of fact). This, though, has forced to me to practice on the regular, moving around within my comfort zone and pushing myself beyond its limits. It’s felt wonderful. I’m also challenging myself intellectually, having signed up for a graduate level open course at Northeastern for this fall. For the first time in years I’ll be engaged in an academic environment, discussing the role of government in the 21st Century with experts, practitioners, and other students. I truly cannot wait. To prepare myself, I’ve tackled some of that reading list I built last month, and have taken part in a massive The West Wing marathon with my boyfriend for the last two weeks (we’re on the third season already).

I’ve been in search of new music that might tickle my fancy, nostalgic for 90′s pop-rock and foot-stomping country-western. I’ve been keeping in touch with friends and letting myself sleep in on the weekends. I’ve been karaoke-ing.

I think taking stock like this, every so often, is important. It allows you a moment to see where you are, where you want to go, and how you hope to get there. It gives you the energy and the ability to maybe help others on their paths, as well. So tell me, it’s Monday morning – what are your outrageous dreams for this week? Your moderate goals? What do you hope to have accomplished even by the end of the day? And can I help?

#221; a rose by any other name

I few weeks ago, I got a pretty big deal haircut, chopping off nearly all of my shoulder-length blond hair in favor of a darker pixie cut. When I did this, I decided it was a great time to bare a bit of my soul as well and wrote an entry telling the cosmos more about me and my life. I loved writing that entry, even if certain parts were difficult or personal, and so coupled with the inspiration of working on my personal ‘elevator pitch’ (thanks to helping a friend edit their own), I’ve decided to do another round.

When I was born, my father wanted to name me Mercerdes. Despite the awesome power of the name (and the car, naturally), I cannot picture myself being called Mercedes. What would my nickname be? Mere? Desi? I don’t seem like a Desi, I don’t think. Then again, I’ve never seen myself much as a Tina-Marie, either (my mother won the ‘naming the daughter’ debate and I was named for a dear friend of hers, hyphen and all, sans middle name).

I spent 13 years as a student and teacher at a dance academy. I’ve studied so many forms of dance, I’ve probably forgotten a few. My specialty (and what I taught to the little kids’ classes) was tap (Broadway, to be specific). I also studied ballet through advanced (pointe), choreography in ‘hip hop’, jazz, and modern styles, and musical theater. I was also a gymnast and Varsity cheerleader in high school.

I don’t like Shakespeare’s romances. I’m not going to fall for it if you’re quoting Romeo & Juliet, despite the title of this post. Quote Henry V‘s St. Crispen’s Day speech, then maybe we’ll talk.

I’m obsessed with history: American, personal, religious, fictional, it doesn’t matter. I can sit around arguing dates and facts with my father for literally hours. I will never tire of reading my own old diaries and journals and middle school class notes. My life has been one religious contradiction after another and I love studying how all of those forces came to be. And re-imagined history is absolutely one of my favorite genres of literature (Philip Roth’s Plot Against America is my favorite example).

If I could go back and do college again, I’d take a second major and get a second BA in environmental sciences rather than graduate early (possibly having to graduate late!). I’d keep my Poli Sci major and my American Literature minor. I have learned more about myself in the six years since I graduated than I ever knew before or during college. I have seen changes in myself – some for the better, some unfortunately for the worse – but this is one of the greatest. I never imagined life outside of policy and campaigning. Suitcase living, mobile offices, twenty hour car trips – these were what I wanted for my norm. As I’ve grown I’ve found there is more that I want, and a background in sciences, green technology, and immediate global climate issues would have been a great start.

#216; what’s in a [haircut]?

Those of you who have been reading The Luckiest/Atlimbo for a while may remember my rock and roll infatuation with a fauxhawk, pictured above.

Today, I went back to my roots, nearly literally.

I’m inspired to show you this, my favorite of hair cuts, by a meme seemingly making the rounds of person blogs. The meme is something along the lines of “What I Wish You Knew About Me” and I’ve seen examples here, here, and here among others. So, here we go, after the cut: what I wish you knew about me.