Self-Appreciation Saturdays

SAS: Friends Who “Ghost”. (3/31/18)

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I hope those who are on Spring break get as much rest as they need, and I hope those who celebrate Passover or Easter have a great holiday weekend!

It’s been a hot minute since a Self-Appreciation Saturday came out, and half of that reason was that I simply had nothing to discuss. It wasn’t until I went to school this past week and found some inspiration.

This past week, I bumped into an old friend of mine who I had a couple of classes with during my undergrad years. It’s never common for me to bump into anyone while I’m on campus because 85% of the people who go to CSI are out for the day by the time my class starts at 6:30pm. This day, I was on campus earlier than usual for a thesis meeting, and I was surrounded by the majority of students who attend CSI, so it wasn’t a surprise that I was going to see someone I know. So whatever, we had a brief conversation and when I asked this person if they keep in touch with anyone else from our old classes and she simply said no. I pretty much said the same thing with the exception of my college best friend who I keep in contact with frequently. Although it was very sweet to see this old friend, it made me think about my life during the time where I had friends that I thought were going to be my friends forever. Some of these people were the legit reasons why that particular year was amazing. I sometimes have to tell myself that life happens and that people got lives to live, and I can totally respect that. So, I don’t hold anything against that group of people I was once friends with. What we all had was great, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.

This is where the inspiration for this post comes in…

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Voiceless Rant: The Series

A Voiceless Rant: March 2018 Edition.

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First and foremost, thank you for coming back after I spent the past month away from the blog and social media. This isn’t an official return and my return during Spring Break probably won’t be permanent either, but I am ready to occasionally come back to the blog and write whatever may be on my mind. I mean, this is a creative outlet away from my grad studies.

With that being said: it’s that time of the month where I like to write a little something called…

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This has been one hell of a month. Within the past month, I’ve dealt with some personal things, I’ve done what possibly feels like 9 different projects for school, and I’ve been going through my own personal mental battles as I begin to finish up these last 2 months of my grad studies. Nevertheless, I feel like I had no time for myself or for others, and because of that, I feel the way I feel. But that’s not what we are talking about… well we kinda are.

You see, I’ve realized that although I’ve been begging for a break with school ever since its start back in January, I find myself being sort of afraid to not be busy with it. Lemme explain: when I say I had something to complete for my classes every single week, I mean I had something due for my classes every single week. It literally started with a class presentation I had to do on the first day of the month and I had to fight through what I was personally going through in order to efficiently get my part of the presentation done. Since then, I feel like I’ve been burying myself in schoolwork so that I’m able to focus on everything else besides what’s going on with me. In a sense, I’m not really allowing myself to fully be aware of my emotions and thoughts because I’m tired of being self-aware, and being me at the moment is honestly even stressful for me to handle.

And the sad part is I know that there are many people in my situation who are doing this to themselves without even noticing.

I started to realize this whenever I was taking breaks from writing my papers for my classes. It’d be nice to relax and watch some YouTube videos and wind down for the night, but then I began to self-indulge in some negativity with myself. I started to think about all the negative shit that I punish myself with whenever my mind is relaxing and it just becomes too much at times. I purposely worked on my Master’s Thesis for 12 hours straight just so my mind didn’t wander in insecurities and other shit it didn’t need to be thinking about. I planned almost every day during Spring Break to write up a different assignment for class when I really should be taking a well-needed break from the work. In a sense, working on grad school assignments is all that I know now, and I don’t know how I am going to cope when I finally graduate and there’s no more work left to do.

It’s a shame that there are people out there who would rather keep their minds busy so that negativity doesn’t ruin their day. It’s sad that we are thrown so much work that at one point we use doing the work as a mechanism to avoid our problems and issues with ourselves and the world. I always say this, but we are a generation of people who are very fast-paced and quick; we work extremely hard to get where we wanna be and when we do, we try to keep it up in a world full of thousands of people doing the same thing. I’ve seen people my age work themselves sick because they are continuously working to build their empire and their brand.

In my case, I see how hard my mother works to support my family. You never see how hard your mom or your dad works until you finally start to see them as actual human beings. I can see the gear in my mom’s head turn whenever an issue comes up. I see how she instantly tries to keep herself busy to balance out the stress she’s feeling. I see how much she tries to tune the world out for the sake of her own happiness and health. I see it, and it a way I find myself mimicking it. I’m not saying it’s my mom’s fault that I’m now this way, I’m saying that this isn’t just something that happens to workaholics, overachievers, and perfectionists. This happens to everyone. This happens to even the people who clock out from a 9-to-5 job. This happens to part-time/full-time students. This happens to stay-at-home parents. This happens to any living creature capable of self-destruction.

The bright side of it all is that yeah, we do get work done this way. I am now in a comfortable position where most of my major assignments are in the process of either being written or in the process of being outlined; nothing that I have to work on is not carefully thought out already. I realize that since starting grad school, this has been the only way I’ve been able to handle school stress and anxiety, and it’s worked but at what cost? Is it really worth disconnecting myself to everyone and the world? Is it really worth me not even wanting to take my own feelings and emotions seriously? Is it really worth me not knowing who I am anymore?

This sounds quite depressing and I’m aware that readers may read this as like a cry for help, trust me that I’m fine and I’m learning ways to cope with the workload. I’ve accepted the fact that whatever this is right now is my life until I graduate. I’ve accepted the fact that grad school doesn’t last forever and once I actually graduate, things in my life are going to change like my coping mechanisms. Just because I’m not able to balance out work and myself right now doesn’t mean it’s not possible. I know I’m horrible under pressure and I can’t juggle twenty different things at the same time; but, there are people who are able to work their asses off and still have a good head on their shoulders. If you’re anything like me, finding ways to break the habit of running away from yourself is your closest answer to happiness. Find ways to celebrate yourself. Take out the time to look at yourself in the mirror and ask yourself if what you’re doing now will pay off. Is you running to your work a result of inspiration and passion, or are you just running away from yourself? Running to your work and ignoring your basic self-care needs isn’t the answer, and it isn’t always going to equal success.

Think of it this way: will the success feel good after months of destroying yourself in the process?

 

-Liz. (:

Self-Appreciation Saturdays

SAS: How Bullet Journaling Helps Me Balance my “Controlling” Habit. (2/24/18)

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Let’s jump right into it: I bought a blank journal at the beginning of May 2017 and decided that with that journal, I would start bullet journaling. Bullet journaling– in a nutshell– is pretty much a decorative planner that you create yourself. Depending on the type of person you are, the pages in your bullet journal are made according to relevance for you and only you. In other words, it’s a planner that is unique to you and you only.

After sharing the many decorative mini to-do lists and monthly goals poster on my social media platforms, many people suggested that I look into bullet journaling. I knew just the concept of it by seeing artists create them and posting theirs online, but I never knew that after watching a couple of girls with their bullet journals that it would make me want to be about the bullet journaling life.

I’ve been an active bullet journal user and I now feel like bullet journaling keeps the order in my current hectic life.

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Voiceless Rant: The Series

A Voiceless Rant: February 2018 Edition.

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I feel like it’s been forever and a day since I got the chance to write and post another one of these for this series, but finally we are at this month’s installment of:

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February is a weird month for me. February is the month where my family and I experienced a lot of loss in the month the last couple of years. Two years ago, my childhood pet passed away and a year ago we lost my uncle unexpectedly. I’ve accepted my dog’s death because he was 15 years old and slowly becoming ill, but the way that my uncle left us has really put a scar on me, even after a year passing by.

Also, today marks a year since the last time I physically saw my uncle, at his funeral.

Before his passing, he was temporarily living with my family and me and when he unexpectedly died from a heart attack at 54, it was hard not having him around the house. His authentic Puerto-Rican personality, his cologne smelling up the entire house before he went out for the night, and his crazy stories he would come home and tell my parents are truly missed. It’s those little things I wish I cherished when he was still around.

So, this month’s rant is all around the little things in life, and why they matter the most.

I tend to forget about the little things, and I fall victim to the infamous saying: “you don’t know what you got until it’s gone.” It’s not that I’m ungrateful, it’s mainly the fact that we live in a world where we constantly have to be moving forward in order to make it somewhere in life, and as a 24-year-old woman trying to prove to herself and to the world that she could make it with solely passion, I tend to become absent-minded and very distracted. I tend to be oblivious to half of the things around me, and people tend to get frustrated when I don’t catch on quickly.

As I get older and those around me get older as well, I realize that I am fearing death more than I usually do. Is that a weird thing to admit? I mean, I’m afraid that there’s going to be a time in my life where I potentially go through something and a family member of mine isn’t around because of old age. That frightens the crap outta me. Technically, that’s what happened with my uncle. He constantly told me how he was proud of me being the first Baez in the family to graduate college and attend grad school, and that I was going places in the future. Whenever I do think about it, it saddens me knowing that he’s physically not here to see me graduate in a couple of months after physically seeing me come home late nights from class all exhausted and drained.

I’m a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. I believe that because my tendency to not appreciate the little things in life, I lose more and more I don’t do so. I feel like it’s some of punishment life gives me; that one time a loved one annoy me for eating their food one way could easily become the thing I wished I heard every single day at the dinner table. I’m not saying that you have to appreciate the things that simply annoy you or the things that are toxic for your well being, but the things that make a person unique will always reign as a “little thing” about them. You might remember a person for their life journey and accomplishments, but the things that we seem to remember the most are the tiny details about a person. Something that made them, them.

This doesn’t apply to only people who’ve passed on. This goes by saying that I believe we should appreciate the little things when people are alive and present. I know there are a lot of things about my family and my partner that I tend to overlook because it’s second nature to them.

It’s second nature that my mother plays her Amazon Kindle games at every given chance she has during the day.

It’s second nature for my sister to have our cat sleeping on top of her every time she lays down.

It’s second mature for my father to play the same seven salsa songs on the speakers every Thursday and/or Sunday night.

It’s second nature for my friend Tori to text me “BITCH” and instantly knowing she has some major gossip to talk about even if she’s in a completely different state.

It’s second nature for my partner to call me at 10 o’clock in the morning while he gets ready for work and it’s also second nature for him to play his favorite song that changes every 3-4 months on the radio and blast it while dancing his heart out and it’s also second nature for my partner to do the little personal things that only he and I know about.

It’s all these little things that the people around me do that could easily go underappreciated, and if you are any of these above people reading this post: please know that I notice the little things about you. I appreciate these unique quirks and habits that you may not even know you’re showcasing to the world, and if I don’t voice these little things out enough, just know that these are some of just the endless little things I notice, especially towards the man I’m in love with.

The little things in life are what makes a person unique and special. The little things about my uncle are what people remember the most about him and what they miss the most about him. Not his mistakes. Not where he was in life. The little things that made him, him. I just hope that the little things about me, whether I know what they are or not, are some of the things people I love appreciate about me the most.

While I’m here, and when I’m gone.

-Liz. (:

Self-Appreciation Saturdays

SAS: People *do* & *can* Change, Despite Popular Disbelief. (2/17/18)

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I’ve always been a firm believer that no matter what in life, you should always be yourself. Sometimes, you’ll find yourself being someone completely different in order to feel accepted or you’ll believe the environment you’re in isn’t going to accept you for who you are. I still believe, in any circumstance, you should tend to always be yourself.

Even if you don’t know who you are exactly (I mean, who really does?), at this age, you should have a decent idea on who you are and the things that make you, you.

But, what happens if you change? What happens if the band you liked a couple of years ago isn’t your cup of tea anymore? What happens if your beliefs as a teenager change when you become a young adult? Are you considered fake or dishonest? People often think that those who “change” is always for the worse, and never the better. Like, everyone’s favorite negative thing to say to another person is “you changed.”

What’s so wrong about maturing, growing up, and changing?

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Topic Tuesdays: Raw & Personal

“I Miss Your Colored Hair Days!”: A Confession.

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This post was inspired by a YouTuber I follow on Twitter named Tasha Leelyn. Her YouTube channel boomed when she was the face of semi-permanent hair dyes and pastel hair; she had bleached and dyed her hair crazy, funky colors for the last three years and as of last year, she dyed it back to dark brown. For obvious reasons, her hair was extremely damaged from the constant bleach that even gave her chemical burn during one bleach job. Many of her old-time viewers began writing in her comments, “I miss Old Tasha!”, “I miss the pastel hair!”, and “I miss watching your hair videos!” On the outside, it’s easy to say that to a person without personally knowing them and it’s also very common for people to be subscribed to a person for a specific type of content and when that person doesn’t do it anymore, they ultimately unsubscribe. Watching her as “Dark Brown Hair Tasha” for the past year and looking back at her videos from her pastel days, I can see why she chose to change her hair color, and I can see just how doing something as simple as that could be the answer to true happiness. I experienced this for myself in the last 6 years.

The first major hair change I had was during my senior year in high-school. I went completely blonde after having dark-brown hair all my life. It gave me the attention and confidence that I thought was going to make me feel better. In a way, the blonde hair made people notice me. I was seen and people liked me better with my blonde hair. But, the blonde hair was a cover-up since the beginning. I only went completely blonde because I wanted to be unrecognizable. I wanted to be a completely different person because I hated who I was, and who I’ve become. Even with all of the compliments and people liking me with blonde hair, I wasn’t getting better. I wasn’t feeling better, and people didn’t notice that because my bright, blonde hair masked my depression.

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People have this assumption that when women dye their hair darker (i.e from blonde to dark brown or black), that’s usually the sign to notice their depression or sadness going on in their lives. Dark hair usually blends in with the crowd; you don’t notice someone so quickly when most of the world is brunette or generally dark haired. Many of the people who’ve experimented with bright/pastel hair color can tell you that one of the main reasons they decided to do an unnatural hair color is to literally become different people. In a way, they want to reintroduce themselves as a new person, hence why they choose hair colors that are different and that stand-out.

I kept my hair blonde for months, despite it becoming brittle and damaged after touching up my roots once a month. Once I had to give up the blonde, my new addition was hair dye, both natural and unnatural, because I already knew that I was able to change myself after every bad event in my life. For most of 2012 and 2013, I constantly changed the color and cut off my hair whenever I got the chance to. People deemed me this hair goddess that could do no wrong to my hair, and my hair suddenly became my only source of identity. People called me eccentric and different, and I tried to hold on to that identity for as long as I could.

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Every now and then, I will look back and notice how I would use my hair as a security blanket. My hair had to be long, my hair had to be some sort of blonde, whether all over or in an ombre, and my hair had to change frequently. I went through a lot of variations to find the color I felt like myself in, and that’s okay to go through that stage to find what hair color and hairstyle makes you feel the most like you. But with every change came a new thing that I wasn’t happy about in life. I knew as a young adult that life happens, but I couldn’t comprehend that changing my hair meant that those unresolved issues would just disappear. I just kept piling more and more baggage into my hair changes and at a certain point, the damage was irreversible.

On March 22nd, 2016, I decided that I was going to stop bleaching and coloring my hair to let my hair grow long and healthy. I picked up a box of black hair dye, a color that I ultimately avoided using knowing the difficulty of removing it from hair altogether, dyed my hair that night, and thus started almost two years of revelation. 

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While rocking this new black hair of mine, I started to realize that I was beginning to not rely on constantly changing the color whenever I needed to mask an issue I was having. I was forced to confront it in some way. I’m not going to lie and say that this urge to suddenly changed my hair disappeared after learning that you don’t need to do so to feel better about yourself. Most of last year, I fell back into the habit of bleaching and changing my hair back and forth from color to color and because of that most of my hair had to be cut off. If anything, having to have short and black hair has made me ultimately go into “Hair Rehab” as I like to call it. It’s also made me appreciate and learn more about myself as a person, not just “the girl who changes her hair a lot”. For a person who uses their hair as a security blanket, having my hair in its current state has challenged me to seek beauty in more ways than just one. Yeah, I have my moments were the comments of “I miss blonde/ombre Liz” get to me. I look back at old photos and I tell myself how pretty my hair was before. But every time I do look at these photos, I see these words on them. I see myself in that time of my life. I tell myself that I don’t want to have that hair again because I don’t want to be a depiction of who I was. And I wish that people and those around me were able to see those words in these pictures when they say, “oh my God, I like you with this hair color.” But they can’t, and so what if they don’t? I see them, and they give me the reason why I am where I am today.

Personally, my dark, black hair just fits me. It’s close to my natural hair color, and it makes me look healthy. I feel like with blonde/other colored hair, I look very pale and not healthy-looking in the face. Surprisingly, my black hair puts color on my face and suits me better than any color I ever had.

This is my signature color, and it’s the reason why every time I try to lighten my hair I feel a little weird and not myself. Life with my black hair has made me the happiest I’ve been in a really long time. My hair color, my style, and my mentality are now my own and I felt more like me than I ever did in the recent years.

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-Liz. (:

Self-Appreciation Saturdays

SAS: What a Tarot Reading Taught Me About Myself. (2/10/18)

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In all honesty, I had no idea what to write for this week’s SAS and it was frustrating because in the year I’ve been faithfully posting one, I never had a time where I didn’t know what I wanted to talk about. And I guess this is the SAS discussion: having a feeling of disconnect and uncertainty in life. But, this isn’t what ultimately inspired the writing of this post, it was a tarot card reading.

My college friend, Tori, has been known for being spooky and witchy and she’s definitely into all of the things that are deemed with a bad reputation. She just recently purchased herself a deck of tarot cards to perform readings on. Before going to my class this past week, she texted me in shock telling me how accurate her cards were in her readings were. Now, I became curious for her to do a possible reading on me via text message, and I pretty much asked her why do I feel this disconnect within myself, with my family, my personal life, and my professional environment. After following the steps she gave me, this is what the cards drew out:

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Now at first, I was terrified at the death card because that means something ultimately needed to die, but when she explained each card one by one, she ultimately said that the cards were reading more about me personally than about me in these environments in my life. Ultimately, the reading reads as follows: I tend to mourn and dwell on the negativity without noticing the things I already have in my life. Because of this feeling of disconnect, I either have to confront and change something, or ultimately end something; either way, the death card represents the anxiety I am having of confronting this disconnect and will only seek relief from it once I become aware of what I’m being disconnected with. The third card, representing balance, is the outcome or new beginning after I change what’s making me feel disconnected. Once I overcome this obstacle in my life, I’ll feel a sense of balance and relief with myself, being able to be connected with those around me again.

Now, this isn’t something completely new to me. I knew for a fact that whatever I was dealing with was a result of me. It wasn’t set off by an event or a series of events, but it was mainly just my perspective and a trait that I need to work on because I’m possibly growing out of it? It’s still very foggy and I’m still not sure what it may be about, but I still found it crazy that a deck of cards came out to say the same exact thing.

Whether you believe in tarot readings and follow the results in your own lifestyle, or you take the reading like you would do for a horoscope reading, the outcome of the cards and relevance of the reading should say something about the importance of the issue that I’m having: something within my mindset and lifestyle has to change in order to obtain balance in my life.

It taught me that we as individuals really need to become more aware of our instincts and how we’re feeling. Sometimes, it’s weird and hard to feel negative things and when we feel like we’re doing the right thing to shove them away, you might actually be giving the negative vibes more power and control of your own life. People think that it’s good to only think about the positive things and neglect the negative things but when you have to focus your energy on eliminating those negative things, you’re giving it the unnecessary power that you are trying to avoid. That’s why it’s so easy for people to forget or neglect the positive things they have because we tend to focus on getting rid of the negatives. I feel like I just said the same thing three times, but you know what I’m trying to say. 

Personally, I feel like it’s harmless to go for a tarot card reading. It simply tells you what to expect in the future, whether you chose to believe the reading or not. Personally, I took my reading as a sign of immediate change. This disconnection I’ve been feeling in my life could simply mean that there is this trait about me that I’m growing out of. I feel like it’s a good way to get some guidance on a thing in your life that you feel stuck in or uncomfortable dealing with. Again, this isn’t meant to solve all of your problems and it doesn’t provide you with a guideline of things to do to overcome your obstacle, but it does give you some perspective on how you dealing with things and what needs to happen in order to get a positive and content outcome.

Give it a try!

-Liz. (:

Creative Pieces

How My Imaginary Friends Became Characters.

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I wanted to share a story that I feel like I never expressed to the outside world because I always thought that people would look at me weirdly and think I’m awkward and not normal, but I realize that I wouldn’t be the person I am today if this didn’t happen when I was younger.

Long story short: I was one of those kids that had imaginary friends, but not in the way you may think. You see, kids interact with their imaginary friends; they would have tea parties with them, conversations with them, and everyone around them knew that their imaginary friends were present in that child’s life. Those imaginary friends would then vanish once that child began going to school and started making real friends of their own. I always had friends when I was younger, yet I would come home and still imagine these people that I created in my head. My “imaginary friends” never interacted with me, they would interact with each other, like characters in a story. When I got older, I began drawing these characters in notebooks. I started to draw out their everyday lives and began putting them in scenarios that were compelling to my child/teenager self. I mean, granted many of these scenarios involve people being secretly in love with each other because that’s pretty much the gist of a teenage girl, but they still kept me creative and entertained. There wasn’t a moment that I remember where I wasn’t thinking about characters in my head.

 

As I got older, these characters and their stories began to become more developed and complex because I began to learn more about life and what it really meant to live in it. It wasn’t all about lovey-dovey crushes anymore, but it was about real life situations and butterfly effects. It was psychological damage due to the events of their past. It was going through enough heartbreak in their lives for them to realize what was right in front of their faces. It was divorce, it was marriage, it was about all these different things that can happen in life, and as I got older, they’ve gotten older with me.

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At first, many of my “imaginary friends” were characters from my favorite television shows. They had the same traits as the canon ones, but I began to make them my own to fit into the universe that I created. For example, I used Bubbles from The Powerpuff Girls a lot when I was younger. In my universe, she was just a regular girl within a regular family, being the oldest of 4. Nowadays, she resides on the outskirts of the tri-state area with her boyfriend, Cody, and their (almost) three-year-old son, Max. If this still doesn’t make sense, think of it like fanfiction in an alternate, non-canon universe. In the last couple of years, I started developing my own unique characters with complex backgrounds, and one of my favorite characters to go back to and analyze some more is a young girl named Mollie. I first mentioned her in a post back in August called “Stories I’ve Been Working On.” Side note: I’m always working on her. She’s one of those characters who at first was your typical girly-girl with no dimension to her story, but when I got older and started to develop her more, she became this complex creature with layers upon layers. I’ve written my first short film about this character in her future without any of her backstory shown. I remember sharing her for the first time in my short film with my screenwriting class and the entire class had a debate on whether or not you should like Mollie as a character or not because of her background. That’s the shit I live for when creating my characters. It’s the things like that that make me love what I do, and I know I do a hell of a good job doing it.

 

These imaginary friends I had when I was younger are the reason why I am a writer today. Characters have lived inside of my head for over a decade, their stories have been written down in various different forms such as scripts, musicals, scenes, short-stories and graphic novels. This detail about myself is one that I rarely share because it’s been something that has been a part of me for so long that I forget to mention that this is the way my mind works. If I could write every single story out on paper to remember it, I definitely would (I mean, I remember coming up with some sick ass stories when I was younger and I wish I documented them more efficiently back then). There is simply no time (especially not now) to do so, but I keep a mental note on what and where everyone is at this point in time. I am currently working on a story involving two of my dearest characters I’ve been working with for possibly over a decade (you can read more about them here in this post). The thing I love most about my characters is that they all most likely connect to each other one way or another. They all live in the same universe (besides one set of characters who I created solely for my feature-length film script, The Fire Remains). None of them are supernaturally special or sci-fi related, they are all normal people living normal lives. Those are the type of stories I want to tell: compelling stories about people that you can relate to because they’re realistic. As I developed more and more on these characters, I see just how realistic their lives are and how worthy they are becoming more future scripts and short stories. Maybe this is where my passion for storytelling is going, who knows? What I do know is that this creative outlet I made for myself at a young age is what made me want to study English and writing in college and grad school and make a living off of it.

Who would’ve known a couple of imaginary friends would seal my fate of passion?

 

-Liz. (:

Self-Appreciation Saturdays

SAS: Stop Limiting Yourself. (2/3/18)

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As a student in college or in grad school, we sometimes go to family gatherings and one of the most common questions that your extended family will ask you is “so what do you want to do after you graduate?” During my undergrad career, I had that question asked to me as early on as my sophomore year, and as a student with many years to go, it creates unnecessary worry about your future.

When I started college, I knew from the start that I wanted to study English. English was the subject that I loved the most in public school, and most importantly – I wanted to write. Many people thought that I wanted to study English to become an English teacher, which is honestly the last thing I want to do. I would continuously joke how teaching was my “plan Z”; if all else fails, I would settle with teaching. With the many highs of my English major career, there were many lows, and every time I expressed those lows with those around me, their first suggestion would be to go into teaching. At first, I would ignore those comments, but as I’ve gotten into grad school and almost completing it, the comment frustrates me. It makes me feel like the degree that I worked hard for and earned was all for nothing if I’m not using it to go after my dreams. I don’t have anything against teachers; my college friend and my partner are both teachers within their respected field and I commend them for what they do.

I’m simply saying stop trying to “box me in”, as a colleague of mine expressed once.

And it’s the truth. As college and grad students, we are expected to know what we want to do, how we are going to do it, and how bad we are willing to work for it. Just because a classmate of mine wants to teach ESL to third grade students and is getting her degree in English Linguistics doesn’t mean she has her shit together more than a student who doesn’t have a plan. Plans are nice to have — trust me I use to be that type of student — but what happens when your life takes another direction? What happens if you can’t do what you want to do because life happens? Do you just give up and say “well, screw it” because you’re not going to do what you planned on doing? Why put yourself in that box in the first place?

I went through most of my undergrad career wanting to be a scriptwriter. I took two courses to help further prepare me for the industry and instantly fell in love with it. When I was applying for grad school, I specifically wanted to apply to a film school to get my MFA in Screenwriting. The reality of getting accepted into such a competitive industry (especially for women) are slim to none, and sadly I got rejected from the school I applied for. The college I did my undergrad studies accepted me into their Masters program and being in it for almost two years have taught me a lot about how life really works.

Plans are great to have, but goals are even better. Plans don’t have any sort of direction leading to them; essentially they are ideas that we want. “my plan is to move out of my parent’s place by the time I turn 22.” After that, what else do you have in order to follow up on that plan? Yeah, it sounds nice and it may be what you want, but by planning to move out by 22 puts yourself in this box that you HAVE to be out of the house by 22. Setting minor goals like getting a job and finding friends who may want to be roommates of yours are steps to take in order to achieve that “plan”. There’s a reason why people say that it’s easier said than done.

Going back to education: telling yourself that you want to do a particular thing when you graduate sets you on a path where you ignore everything that’s around you and only focus on what you want. Meanwhile, on your journey towards this “plan”, you could be encountering opportunities that you might find yourself wanting to do. While being close-minded to everything else around you, you could’ve lost the opportunity to do that one thing that you actually like doing.

All in all, I’m saying that limiting yourself (especially in your 20’s) shouldn’t be the way you live and explore your life. You’re young, and the world is full of different things to explore; why not see what’s out there? Why lock yourself into one occupation choice if you haven’t seemed out other options? Why settle for something you aren’t sure you still want to do in a couple of years?

Don’t just do something just because everyone around you is doing something similar or if you’re in a place where you aren’t sure what to do with your life.

Use that as inspiration to find out what it will be.

-Liz. (:

Monthly Favorites

January 2018 Favorites!

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I don’t know about you, but this month has been one of the best months I had in a really long time. We entered a new year, my birthday was this month, and I spent my vacation away from school the way I wanted to. Here are some of my top favorite things that happened or I received in the month of January:

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1.) My New Coat!

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For my 24th birthday, my grandparents gifted me this amazing navy blue coat. It’s not your typical puffy coat so I’m able to wear sweaters and scarfs with it, and it’s long enough to cover the behind, which is one essential I need my winter coats to do. Since I’ve received it, I’ve been wearing it on the coldest of days (it’s one of those winters) and it’s kept me warm and toasty. I know that this coat will save me from the coldest of nights when I’m traveling home from campus after my late-night classes. I’m ready for the coldest of winters!

2.) Babygirl

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This is more so a December Favorite since we got Babygirl in early December, but she’s considered an oldie but goodie in my book. Meet Babygirl! She’s a 10-year-old black cat that was once an office cat at my mother and my sister’s job. Over the years, Babygirl has grown to obsess over my sister, so she decided to take her home where she can live permanently and be around her 24/7! Normally, I am strictly a dog person and the last time my family and I had a cat was when I was little (and she was NOT Nice), so having a cat after having dogs for most of my life was different. It definitely took her some time to get used to me (and me being her treat girl), but Babygirl is such a sweet and gentle cat, and all she wants out of life is to be fed and cuddled with. Welcome to the family, Babygirl!

3.) 24th Birthday & Poughkeepsie Trip

January is my birthday month, and as you guys may know, I turned 24 on the 9th. The day of my birthday, I went to hang out with my partner at his place with a couple of mutual friends and had an absolute blast. I like my birthdays to be extremely chill, but I also like to celebrate by going out and doing something, and to go to his place to chill and turn up was really all I ever wanted. The birthday festivities didn’t stop there! That weekend, he took me to Poughkeepsie and when I tell you that was the best weekend of my life, I really mean it. If you’ll like to read in detail about my trip to Poughkeepsie, here’s the link to that travel diary. All in all, my 24th birthday has had to of been one of the best birthdays I had in a couple of years. I’m glad; a good birthday typically means I’ll have a good year, so let’s see if 2018 still carries this great energy!

4.) “Come on, Wig!”

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Yes, I purchased a wig. Wigs are becoming more and more socially acceptable that I finally felt comfortable going on the internet to buy one to test it out. I bought a simple cheap synthetic one just to try it out, and when I say this wig slays, she slays. Now obviously the wig has its flaws and I’m still contemplating whether or not I’ll wear this outside in public, but for the price, the wig is wearable and not cheap looking. After trying on the wig and using my real hair to create the natural hairline in this picture, I realized that I want my hair to go as long as it looks in this picture. Long hair works wonders for me because not only does it make me feel more like myself, but it definitely helps frame my face a lot better than the short hair I’m rocking. I still love my short hair, but I’m ready for it to grow this long. Maybe in a couple of years? Who knows.

5.) Journal

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If you think the L stands for Liz, you’re wrong. It stands for loser. I’m kidding. My mother gifted me this journal for Christmas and since the start of the year, I’ve been using it as a daily journal. Yep, I finally got back to daily journaling! It’s a lot smaller than the one I kept back in 2016, but I forgot just how helpful and therapeutic writing in a journal is. So far, it’s been really helpful in organizing my thoughts even though I’ve missed a couple of days in the past month already. It’s the thought that counts, right?!

And that’s that! Here’s to February!

 

-Liz. (: