Christmas blues

I would love a Christmas that exuded that which we see in films. This is what comes to me as I sit watching Scrooge this evening (the version with Patrick Steward) and contemplating how nice it would be if those who have caused pain in life had to wear chains in purgatory. As they do in this version of the movie, Scrooge is a timeless classic which my family and I watch every year together

But the happy ending, is life ever that perfect? Is it just that we expect too much from a culture that nourishes the extreme? It seems as though everyone around me either loves or hates this time of year. Christmas exudes a passion in people that can either be their best or their worst. Is it possible that we expect too much from one day? I think so. Although Christmas is normally my favorite time of year, traditions are set in place that if I don’t make I get quite upset by. I always remember that one interview with Frank Skinner where he admitted that while he was addicted to alcohol, he sat alone on Christmas day in his pajamas and masturbated.

For example, this year I was asked to work on Christmas Eve. I was really upset by the possibility of spending my Christmas eve in a bar, earning money instead of stuffing my face by the fire surrounded by family in my usual Christmas tradition. I think change can be unsettling. However, this is a very ungrateful attitude to life. Although of course I would prefer not to work my favorite time of year, it is obnoxious to identify this as a problem when a lot of people would love this opportunity to work, or get the hours or even be with such a loving family. But it is around this time when a look back at the previous year can lead many people to feel down trotted and lonely. Christmas can lead to many suicidal thoughts which can be enhanced by the weather at this time of year. It is a time to thank God when you have a loving family. And if you don’t and feel alone, seek some companionship through attending church and various voluntary groups such as SVP.

I think that Christmas can lead us to think about the past year and whether it has been a good one. I always see it as a time of creativity, Where with money I get for Christmas I emerge myself in some project for a number of weeks. Last year I enveloped myself in abstract art for the holidays, two years before I learned how to play the guitar and this year I have been writing daily. When I go to college, I agonize over grades until the end of term tests, Christmas and Summer are the only times I can relax and rediscover passions. And although it is a horrible time for a lot of people, it just makes me feel blessed.

The Success of every woman is an inspiration for another- Diane Von Furstenburg

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The theme outlines this week by fellow bloggers gave the title ‘Heroes’. It made me consider aspects of my life and left me deep in thought for the remainder of the morning. The first name that came to my mind was undoubtedly Diane Von Furstenburg. However I realized that there is a tall differential between those that I admire and am inspired by and between those I would call ‘My Hero’ . Inspiration is defined in theology as adivineinfluencedirectlyandimmediatelyexerteduponthemindor soul. Someone I have definitely admire is Diane. I am currently reading her book “The woman I wanted to be”. I can honestly say I support anyone that supports the rights of women. More and more people are becoming better aware of the real meaning of feminism. Years ago, when I was younger, I read an article in ‘Stellar’ magazine describing…

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The Success of every woman is an inspiration for another- Diane Von Furstenburg

The theme outlines this week by fellow bloggers gave the title ‘Heroes’. It made me consider aspects of my life and left me deep in thought for the remainder of the morning. The first name that came to my mind was undoubtedly Diane Von Furstenburg. However I realized that there is a tall differential between those that I admire and am inspired by and between those I would call ‘My Hero’ . Inspiration is defined in theology as a divine influence directly and immediately exerted upon the mind or soul. Someone I have definitely admire is Diane. I am currently reading her book “The woman I wanted to be”. I can honestly say I support anyone that supports the rights of women. More and more people are becoming better aware of the real meaning of feminism. Years ago, when I was younger, I read an article in ‘Stellar’ magazine describing how misconstrued feminism was. I have always been passionate about this simple topic; women supporting other women.

Can your hero really be someone you don’t know? Undoubtedly not, as you are aspiring to someone you don’t know. With this came the appreciation of my mother, and her mother before her. Two women whom are equally strong but in different ways. My grandmother is the face of elegance. When younger she looked like an icon from Hollywood and had the most amazing singing voice. However when her husband died, she gave up her dreams to raise three young children alone. Independent. Beautiful. Strong.

My mother is more outspoken. She rarely holds her tongue but has a heart of gold, as if she feels like when someone else is in pain, she can feel it too.

I feel that thinking about this exercise is enlightening. When I asked my friend who she would call her hero she replied automatically “Gigi Hadid”. There is a difference. Hopefully this rage in feminism is not just a trend.

I think that it would be fair to say that I’m not the most patient person. Admittedly, there are a couple of things in my life that I could have handled better, but there are also problems I could have dealt with worse. I have the occasional sprout of anxiety, anger and random moodiness but there was a time not so long ago when I felt that my life was riddled by these problems. They consumed my life on a daily basis and tainted my happiness.
It was then that I found Mindfulness.

 

Mindfulness is, to an extent, grounding yourself in the present moment. I actually find it quite spiritual. It is no something you ‘do’ but a meditation in which you practise.

Since wondering upon the class ‘Mindfulness for Daily Living’ I think that my life has completely changed, my attitude towards life certainly has. It is helping me through some though situations.

In a way, practising mindfulness is trying to be aware of your five senses– touch, sight, smell, taste and hearing. According to the teacher this is because “our thoughts are not reality”. She explains that many people live in their regrets and the ‘what ifs’ of their past or worry about their future. By noticing our senses we are more present as individuals in the moment, instead of with the mindset of always thinking of what you have to do next. I find this theory interesting, you can’t enjoy the life on autopilot.

 

For example, let’s imagine its my birthday tomorrow. I’m so excited that I can’t sleep. I imagine waking up, the excitement, the present and presuming there will be the yearly family meal. In a sense, I am setting myself up for disappointment because I have already lived through tomorrow in my mind. Things probably will not be exactly as I imagined them and even if they are, I will more than likely be really tired on top of everything.

 

Another lesson that my instructor has shared, that has particularly struck me is that regrets are pointless. You did all you could at the time. If you had a better option, you would have taken it! Now obviously that doesn’t apply to extreme cases -crimes committed- but in general a person can only do what they believe is best at a moment in time.

 

Life can be very overwhelming. I think that having learnt at eighteen that you can at least take five minutes out of the day for yourself to relax and breathe is an important lesson. It helps a person to grow a healthy attitude towards life.

 

The whole idea of meditation is to see the world afresh. If you can try and see the beauty in the small things in life and surround yourself with kindness, I believe that things can only get better.
Hell It worked for me.

Channeling Bridget Jones

Currently in that very hopeful and positive mood wherest thou is undergoing a complete make over. Have decided to go from blond, curvy and cheerful to dark, natural woman. Has unfortunately ended up looking like a strange mix between Billy Ray Cyrus’ mullet and Alice Cooper’s black mains. Cannot let this undo good work! In search of this new sex goddess I am about to become have finally lost seven pounds for inspiration in new image and have also decided to make a style board to keep me on motivational route. Will post this inspiration board as soon as I am finished!

 

Unfortunately I do this approximately every six months when I inevitably get sick of the way I look. However this time will be different as I am going to become one of those girls who are beautifully elite, who never have a hair out of place and who you look at and think “ God, that girl has her sh** together“. I will be one of those people who decide to do something and then do it! For Example, I have wanted to give up meat in support of Peta.org and suffering animals. My diet will no longer include fizzy drinks, jellies, Taytos and fructose syrup.

 

Ha ha! Now that this is on line, i will have to stick to these resolutions. Am trying to be confident, relaxing, Zen like woman where I treat my body as a temple. Have ultimately decided to get my life back on track as you do when your relationship ends and your friend is a bitch.Time to be a strong independent woman who don’t need no negativity. #becomingcleansed