Some things just bother me. One thing that bothers me is when something like avocado toast is being called the breakfast food of millennials. I'm a millennial and I have not had this... still. It also bothers me that this is making the news again. One billionaire decides that he has an opinion that is truth and suddenly we all look like poor, glutinous idiots.
I look at that picture above and I actually get a little hungry. I love avocados. I admit that I am new to this food, but I believe it was a good addition to my diet. I love standard breakfasts. Eggs, bacon, sausage, and tomato are my favorite breakfast foods. I hear toast and I get really nervous.
I also get nervous from over generalizations. My average breakfast is fruit and yogurt with water and a green tea. It doesn't cost a lot of green to get your healthy dose of greens. Also remember that a full avocado would cost around a dollar at the store. Toast maybe $.15 a slice. If you are spending ungodly amounts of money on food, it better be chocolate covered chocolate with a steak on the side.
Aside from the gluten, this seems to be a fairly healthy breakfast. Possibly our billionaire friend was just a little green because millennials are making better food choices and are more creative. You find me this toast and I will try it. Until that day, I will be enjoying my guacamole.
I recently started multiple small diets that I thought would be collectively amazing. For large portions of my life, I never had to diet. I was very skinny and I could anything I wanted. The only exceptions to this were 6 years ago and now. Last time I was heavy, we blamed my thyroid. I wasn't getting enough iodine, my thyroid wasn't working, my metabolism caught up with me, and I just had major life changes. I would love to pretend that I am a super healthy, skinny girl still, but alas I am not. I am a 30 year old who has had shingles, who has had stress fractures from walking, who suffers from severe depression and anxiety, who has had to evict her gallbladder, who has multiple food allergies, who has severe migraines, and who had random seizures 10 years ago.
I am going on a diet. I am almost 200lbs. I feel miserable all of the time, mentally, physically and self consciously. Let me tell you what I am doing.
Part of me feels like a fraud doing this. I think we should all love ourselves and not care about hat others think, but I obviously care some about what others think. More importantly, I don't like what I have become. I hate it when my asthma is worse because I'm carrying around an extra 70lbs. I hate avoiding the sun because I'm so hot and overweight. I hate feeling uncomfortable in everything that I wear.
The reality is, I am not just doing this for my weight. I could happily drink coke and eat DeBrand's chocolate every day forever. WIll I? No. I'm not an idiot. I have some self respect. Not much with DeBrand's, but some! I want to feel well. I honestly don't remember what it feels like. I remember always getting strep and tonsilitis in elementary school. In 6th grade I got mono and pnemonia. I was good friends with pnemonia and bronchitis, as well as ear and sinus infections. I had a bum knee in my early teens that seemed to get better. Now? It throbs when I climb stairs. I don't want to lose weight to be skinny. I want to be me again. I want to be happy and healthy. I'm not doing it to get a guy. No guy will put up with my cat obsession even if I am skinny. I want to feel good for me.
If you are ever looking for something simple yet rewarding to do with your life, get a little brother or sister. Obviously I am not saying you should convince your grown parents to re-start their lives with new children. You need to take some of your precious time and donate it to a child that is in need.
This past year, I somehow came to the conclusion that I didn't volunteer enough. I honestly don't know how I came to that conclusion, but I did. I just went to the Big Brothers Big Sisters website and signed up! Forewarning, this is not a quick process. If you are in this for praise and accolades, go look somewhere else. It takes weeks to get your application processed and even longer to get placed with a child that is compatible with you. It is worth the wait.
I was placed with the most hilarious girl. I expected the worst because I quite literally said I would take anyone. I didn't care about handicaps or any problems. My little was pretty darn perfect to me. She had a sassy sense of humor, a little attitude, and we liked a ton of the same things. Her friends were always dying to hang out with me, but alas they couldn't. I brought crafts to do during lunch, we played board games (unsuccessfully), and we chatted.
I couldn't believe that the school year was almost over. She asked if I would come for the last week of school and of course I had to come. I went out to recess for the first time, lunch had open seating, and I had my first ever junk food lunch to enjoy and celebrate there. At recess, a line of girls at recess gave me weeds (they thought they were flowers). At lunch, all of the girls crowded around me while we talked about summer, cats, school, and friends. They wanted to see pictures of me when I was younger and show me their fidget spinners. One of the girls even said she wished I was her big sister. My heart broke. My little and I have a blast. These other girls and boys want the same thing.
This is the most exceptional program. Thank you Big Brothers Big Sisters for giving me the opportunity to impact these children in a positive way.
Hello. My name is Victoria. I have a problem with being impulsive. It may be part of my anxiety, depression, and bipolar tendencies, but I think I may need supervision.
Nah. I’m good. It has taken me years to realize that I have a stubborn off switch and an easy on switch. My mom always blames herself for teaching me bad habits, but honestly, I don’t think that is it at all. My siblings are all more restrained and level headed than myself. I may have super work drive, but I can switch gears faster than an Indy Car driver.
Pros of being impulsive
Don’t spoil the movie for me! I haven’t seen it yet! Wonder Woman is being applauded for being a true representation of what women should look up to in the realm of super heroes. I personally don’t like DC comics, but I will say it looks intriguing. I love Black Widow, but she isn’t necessarily a role model.
Once upon a time, I was a huge celebrity follower, movie lover, and entertainment enthusiast. As we get older and realize that the world is being enveloped by more Kardashians and Kardashian wannabes, we start to look for something real. We want real stories of heroism. We want real stories of people who make a difference without having to sell their soul.
I am going to introduce you to 5 modern day wonder women that will inspire you to be a better person. Look them up. Follow them. Aspire to be them.
2. Jenny Lawson
If you asked me who my hero was on a personal level, I would hands down say Jenny Lawson. Jenny Lawson is journalist, author and blogger. She is the author of The Bloggess website, co-authored Good Mom/Bad Mom on the Houston Chronicle and was a columnist for SexIs magazine. She has two books, “Let’s Pretend This Never Happened” and my persona favorite, “Furiously Happy,” a powerful look into the psyche of a person with mental illness and everyday struggles. She is well known for her humorous and off the wall writing style. She suffers from rheumatoid arthritis, depression, anxiety, avoidant personality disorder, trichotillomania and mild obsessive-compulsive disorder.
3. Park Yeon-mi
A few months ago I saw this video making its rounds on Facebook. It was a girl who I thought was a teenager, speaking on human rights and trafficking. She was older and she was wise beyond her years. We think we know pain, but she knows real pain. Park Yeon-mi is a North Korean defector and human rights activist who escaped to China in 2007 and settled in South Korea in 2009. After her father was sent to a labor camp for smuggling, her family faced starvation. They fled to China, where Park and her mother fell into the hands of human traffickers before escaping to Mongolia. She is now an advocate for victims of human trafficking in China due to PTSD and works to promote human rights in North Korea and around the globe.
4. Razia Jan
Razia Jan, has worked for many years to forge connections between Afghans and Americans. Razia is the founder of Razia’s Ray of Hope Foundation, a nonprofit organization dedicated to improving the lives of women and children in Afghanistan through community-based education. She was nominated as a Top 10 CNN Hero of 2012 for her work on the Zabuli Education Center, a school that she founded in rural Afghanistan that provides a free education to about 350 girls.
5. Graça Machel
Graça Machel DBE is a Mozambican politician and humanitarian. She is the widow of former South African president Nelson Mandela and of Mozambican president Samora Machel. Machel is an international advocate for women’s and children’s rights and in 1997 was made a British dame for her humanitarian work. Now that is power and passion.
“Heroes are made by the paths they choose, not the powers they are graced with.”
― Brodi Ashton, Everneath
It is sad when you realize that everything is eventually final. We spend our whole lives fighting to make every moment worth it, and if we are lucky it was.
Recently, I have seen so many things become final. It was understandably difficult when my grandfather passed away last January 24. I remember this day because I found out after I was walking out of the My City Summit by YLNI. The funeral was on my birthday. He was my favorite grandparent certainly, but it was hard because he was the last. Somehow I feel as if 30 years old is to young to have no grandparents. I guess I should be lucky because I have friends with no parents. When he passed away, I was lucky enough to be preparing the presentation for the previous two years. He liked to tango on the edge. He learned how to be stubborn from my grandmother. I had the unfortunate pleasure to have the flu that day, but I knew the message I wanted portrayed. My grandfather was a 32nd degree mason and a veteran. He worked his ass off and he deserved an award for surviving with my grandmother. I love her, but you would need to meet her to understand.
Yesterday, I had two circumstances that made things a little more final. My sister arrived at my parents house to give these certificates to all of the grandparents that were in honor of my grandfather. My uncle thought it would be something we would all cherish. The memories were enough to be cherished, but this was good.
The more humorous part of the day was when my little nephew Cal was riding home with me. We were having one of those philosophical debates that only a highly gifted 4 year old and a history nerd could have. My other nephew decided that my mom’s car was now named Mario Yoshi. This made sense because his mom’s car was Blue Yoshi. I remind you that Cal is from a family of transportation gurus. Every man in my family has a certain mode of transportation that they are mildly obsessed over. Cal’s dad work’s for Honda so he can get defensive about cars (even though he is secretly a train guy). Cal was absolutely appalled that these cars had names. It didn’t make sense. Car’s don’t have names because they aren’t real and they aren’t people. I opened my big mouth and said my car is named Marquis de Lafayette. He was a real person and my car is named after him. He didn’t believe that such a stupid name was real. Good old Wikipedia proved him wrong. He was shocked. He went on and on asking me about Lafayette’s life and death. I was very perplexed by this. Why was he so interested in the bad day that he died? My mom informed me after that, that Cal had been obsessed with death since great grandpa died. Great. I changed the subject. Nope. An hour later, he brought it up again. I told him it was a bad day because he had a premonition Justin Bieber would exist in the future. He believed that. He need some proof, but overall it was a save.
It breaks my heart that someone so young can be so confused by death and so impacted. It is my hope and dream that he is able to grow and not fear it. I hope he learns that it is a normal thing and you should live life to the fullest until you are called home.
Yesterday, I also drove past a grave I hadn’t been by in ten years. I think I was still afraid. It was like it symbolized when we all grew up too fast.
Today is like yesterday. I received a call about a wonderful person who passed. I was struck by the last line of the obituary. In keeping to the spirit of how *this person* lived her full and generous life, please consider making a charitable donation to the organization of your choice and passion.
Passion. Live every day with passion, generosity and kindness. Death will come eventually, but maybe we can protect some of that innocence around us with a little positive life.
This year has been a roller coaster. I would say that I started 2016 just like every other year of my life. I was a devout conservative, member of the Republican party, and I scoffed at the term feminism. So many things have happened since that time. Come 2017, I am chubbier, I have had at least 20 hair colors since then, and I turned 30.
I won’t go into nitty gritty details on why my opinions on feminism changed so drastically, but I can’t believe that I am one.
Once upon a time, a girl believed she was the princess of the her employers world. She genuinely believed that she would get everything in return for the effort she put in. That isn’t’ how things happen in the real world. I imagine it feels like you bought a Coach purse and got it home and realized it said Goach. You realize that the real world is a jungle and even your closest allies can be poisonous. You don’t realize why people don’t realize that you are killing yourself to be the best, but someone else who just barely gets by is the one who gets recognized.
This same story happens every day to hundreds of women. No one is unique and before you think it is me, it isn’t. Maybe this is why so many women have problems:
Data in this blog is from Lean In by Sheryl Sandberg.
Please visit http://leanin.org/ for more information on inspiring and uplifting women in your professional environment.
Some days it really is difficult to believe that all of my grandparents are gone. If I want to see them, luckily they are all right beside each other in the Marion National Cemetery. Sometimes whe. I am driving home to my parents house, I will take a quick detour and drive by just to wave. I imagine exactly what each one would say to me, how they would be acting, what they felt about me, and what they taught me.
My grandparents we from very different worlds. The Condry's were from the south. Grandpa was from a hardworking family in Arkansas that had a porch band. Grandma was from an abusive family that was often called evil. She grew up in Kentucky. The Sarjeant's were extremely different. Grandpa grew up in Michigan and was a Baptist minister, while grandma was born and raised in China as a missionary.
Each memory and lesson is unique. I guess you just have to understand the source.
You never know what is in someone else's heart. What makes you a better person, others may find bad. You need to be true to your heart.
True love lasts forever. If it can survive shock treatments and padded rooms, it is real.
Eat bacon everyday. You will live forever.
Quilts are sewn with love.
Love can be learned. Even if you weren't loved before, that doesn't mean your heart can't let it in.
Toilet bowl cleaner doesn't clean carpets.
Always wear Perfume.
Pounding things gets things done.
Nothing should interrupt a good meal. Not even a stroke.
Love at first sight is real.
Solitaire is a devil's game only if you are a child.
It is possible to have a rule for everything.
You are never to old for chocolate and back rubs.
A girl's first love is always her dad.
Stubbornness runs in the family.
You can never have too many peanut butter jars.
Bless the ones who came before us and made our lives crazy and funny.
I have been hearing a lot about mentors lately. It wasn't until I worked in higher education that this word became a part of my everyday vocabulary. Some people are uncomfortable by them and some people swear by them. I just want to know where you get them?
I have had the privilege of working with amazing people, men and women, at all of my places of employment. I looked up to these people, attempted to model myself after them, but I don't know if I could call any of them mentors. Mentors seem more like a reciprocal relationship where one person knows that they are hot stuff and the other is not. The cool guy/gal is in turn supposed to be very Yoda like and teach the young Skywalker how to be just like them.
Here is my ad:
Young perfectionist, hard worker, and who probably needs to broaden her horizons, is seeking mentor. Mentor should be friendly, yet honest and to the point. No sugar coating. Mentee may need to be reminded what life is like outside her bubble. Mentor must love volunteering ant the community so mentee and mentor and make huge strides together.
PS This is unrealistic. If so many careers are advocates and even require mentoring relationships, should this be a normal step in order for young employees to advance?
Experiencing interpersonal relationships with people who are not your direct co-workers can be very rewarding. Maybe we can learn to get to know each other and learn something new.