Willpower is a bit confusing to me, because I think I both have it and I don’t. Good work ethic, determination..I have those. One thing I’ve learned throughout my life is how to do the things you really don’t want to do, but you have to – dreadful classes, group projects, going to basketball practice, high school summer homework..the list goes on. But nothing has taught me this more than working 40 hours a week, roughly an hour commute from home, at a job that is not interesting or exciting to me in the slightest, for the past 10 months. Some days I really have to muster up every ounce of willpower I have to get myself going. I’ll be honest, some nights the thought of going to work the next morning is so utterly frustrating that it could bring me to tears because I feel so stuck. And then I feel like a spoiled, ungrateful brat, and suck it up and do the dang thing.
What are you 99% sure about?
What does that even mean?
It’s that thing that you’re almost completely sure of, but that sliver of uncertainty, doubt, whatever is enough to make you wary about saying it with complete confidence. When I thought of what I could write about, the one thing that stood out to me immediately made me shrink back in apprehension. I should write about something else…but that’s how you know it’s a true word vomit.
This week, Brian and I teamed up for a fun story. I think.
It was supposed to be part 1 on his blog and part 2 on mine, but we figured we’d save you the trouble and just give it to you all in one. Enjoy this genre we made up ourselves: sort-of sci-fi, fantasy, fairy tale, mystery. We don’t know, really.
Wesselmann’s Barrier, as they called it, was a work of art not because it could be seen or heard, but precisely because it couldn’t. Yet, it still caused latent emotions to rise in most, if not all people. Continue reading “#WVW 32 // A Story…”
// Inspired by Kobe’s “Dear Basketball” (which you should definitely read) //
You did it.
60 points in the last game of your 20-year career.
A 101-96 win to give you only your 17th win this season.
Far from playoff contention
but we all felt like world champions tonight.
To see you do the one thing you know best – winning –
one last time
was all we could have asked for. Continue reading “#WVW 31 // Dear Kobe”
Empathy (n): the ability to understand and share the feelings of another.
As we know, empathy differs from sympathy in that empathy feels and sympathy acknowledges. Sympathy sees someone else’s burden, and empathy carries it with them. Sympathy isn’t a lesser feeling than empathy nor is it the antithesis, they’re just different, and we all experience them at different times in our lives. Sometimes it’s not possible to have empathy for someone because you don’t have the capacity to understand what they’re feeling. I can’t empathize much with someone who has cancer, or someone who has gone through a divorce, or has lost a child, simply because I don’t have any relevant experience to give me an emotional understanding of those situations. All I can offer is sympathy, and that’s okay. Continue reading “#WVW 30 // Empathy”
This week, Brian gave me a fun creative task: create two characters, choose a genre, and write a dialogue between them.
Well, I was really struggling to think of characters for the drama genre so he created some for me.
*He also requested that I make it a sci-fi drama. I’m not a sci-fi person, so….I apologize in advance for the sci-fi clichés I’ve thrown in.
Hollis (37): Hollis is an extremely thoughtful person. Despite being eloquent in speech, she is barely audible above an average amount of noise. However, she has a commanding presence and people around her respect her unconditionally. She rarely lets her emotions get the better of her
Andrew (25): Wise beyond his years, but Andrew has his own sets of doubts, uncertainties, and worries. He is often overcome by these waves of emotions, greatly debilitating his ability to think on his feet under pressure. He has something to prove—somewhat of an inferiority complex. Continue reading “#WVW 29 // Sci-fi drama..?”
[Photo shot by my very talented friend, Josiah.]
This week, I was instructed to go outside and stare at the sky. Yeah, a bit strange, but it’s something I don’t do enough anyway.
What came to mind?
From my backyard in a light-polluted city, I looked up and saw stars. Not many, but enough to remind me of the vastness of the universe. I imagined all the stars I can’t see. I’m reminded of the times I have been in places dark enough to see thousands of them. The perfect & delicate balance that keeps the sun, the stars, the moon, the earth all in balance, all within who knows how many galaxies. It blows me away that there are places millions of lightyears away that we haven’t seen, depths of the ocean we haven’t explored. And somehow, everything works together to sustain life?
Certainty is a hard thing to have in a culture that preaches relativity. People say that we can’t know anything for sure, and that everything is relative..especially when it comes to religion and beliefs. Our culture loves to reject absolute truths, absolute morals, absolute anything, yet tells us that something like science, for example, is absolute. To say there are no absolutes is an absolute in itself, and therefore contradictory. Having certainty, or a “firm conviction that something is the case”, is very difficult to have when no matter what you say, someone will attack you, someone will be offended, and someone will tell you you’re wrong. It takes a strong person to have that kind of certainty.
But that’s another story for another day. (I know, sorry, I led you on and I never intended to talk about that, but it just sort of came out once I looked up the definition of ‘certainty’. This is Word Vomit Wednesday, after all.)
[Today marks 6 MONTHS of #WordVomitWednesday! Thank you for your continual support of this small and simple idea from the brains of Brian and myself – we really can’t believe we’ve made it this far.]
As most things in life, the idea of being “ashamed” has two ways of looking at it. On the one hand, there’s being ashamed, or embarrassed, about something – your family, your social status, your physical appearance, etc. On the other hand, there’s being ashamed, or guilty, of something you have done – cheating on a test, cheating on a spouse, an addiction, a crime. Sometimes it’s justified, sometimes it’s irrational; sometimes it’s something you’re able to change, and sometimes it’s not. So what does it mean to be “unashamed”? To be unembarrassed, confident, to see the worth in yourself or someone else; to be without remorse, without regret.
We were down, and time was running out. But we could win this. We had fouls to give. So of course, the instructions were, “foul her.” The ball was inbounded, and I tried to foul. I don’t remember exactly how the play ended, but clearly not favorably, because I got a scolding in the huddle. Coach was upset, I was upset, and she looked at me and yelled to remind me, and the whole team, that I was supposed to foul that girl. I knew that. I knew. And I tried, but the ref wasn’t making the call.
“I was trying, but-”
I know. I’m dumb. Who says that to a coach? A prideful person, that’s who.
“There’s no such thing as trying, just DO it!” Continue reading “#WVW 25 // Advice”