Thursday, February 3, 2011
New (well, for me) chicklit: The Friday Night Kniting Club by Kate Jacobs
Her writing is great, the stories of each of the women are entertaining, and although it's not the most thought-provoking read, its humor, honesty, and sense of friendship among the ladies are equally as important to gain after finishing a book. I chuckled out loud at times, smiled lots, and even cried a little bit at the end. And in between it all, I couldn't stop turning the pages.
I'd also like to add that I picked up my copy of Knitting Club from a new bookstore/coffee shop near Beckley, in its used book section. I had to have it, not only for a new book to read (its colorful cover was so enticing too!), but I wanted to support this new business. This place is adorable! And I'm so happy it's come to town.
I can't stop reading: Review of The Politican by Andrew Young
A few highlights (or perhaps more appropriate for John Edwards's life, the lowlights):
--Edwards would drive a beat-up American-made car to the courthouse for trials, but sitting in his driveway at home were luxury cars such as Lexuses, Benzes, etc.
--During his '08 campaign, he was scheduled to speak before a group of union workers. Anticipating only hours before the scheduled appearance that they might ask him where his clothes were made (Was he really a working man's man?), he made Andrew Young take Edwards's Italian-made suit to a local tailor so that he could have the "Made in the USA" tag out of Young's own suit switched and sewn into Edwards's.
--He paid anywhere from $300-$400 per haircut. Although making this little fact public knowledge about any public official would be damaging to him or her, it was even worse for Edwards, as Young points out, because his whole platform was based on fighting poverty.
This is just a bland taste of the rest of John Edwards and his so-called life. His idiocy in thinking he could get away with all the things he did is simply appalling.
Then there's Elizabeth Edwards. Yikes. I'd love to have dissected her brain (oh wait, maybe I can. . .I know, I know. . .I'm sorry!) about everything. Here was this incredibly talented woman and she turned a blind eye and lived in the land of denial for God knows how long.
On the flip side, that all being said, I suppose I can rant and rave about their situation and especially about John Edwards and his jazz, but at the end of the day, I didn't live in their home. I didn't live in their very public life. I haven't endured the various hardships they did that spiraled into their own mini-hells within a large monster one. Had I gotten to for even a glimpse, perhaps I could better understand, if even for a fleeting moment, why they made the decisions they made. Even still, even after all that, it shouldn't be their concern as to what my opinions are of them in their family life. What I'd hope is their largest concern is not what America and the world think of them, but rather, how this has impacted their children's lives.
I'm curious to read Elizabeth Edwards's books (Saving Graces and Resilience) now. http://news.yahoo.com/s/ac/20101208/pl_ac/7359504_elizabeth_edwards_books_resilience_and_saving_graces_talk_about_life_struggles
Now, on to The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls!
Friday, October 22, 2010
Writing Exercise to exercise your mind :)
As you write, continually ask yourself "What if?" It's also helpful to think in terms of a small unit of time: the time it takes for water to boil, to walk to the store, to take a bus, and so forth.
Mark paused, then nervously walked into the dim, smoky pub.
It had been years since he had gone sober.
But tonight he felt he needed to drink.
It was his birthday and nobody remembered.
He sat down at the bar.
"Your ID?" asked the bartender.
He contemplated his poison.
"Happy birthday, man.
Whatcha want?"
"Coffee."
Unplugging for Mindfulness
Friday, October 15, 2010
Don't sweat the small stuff, really!
I made plans to go out with a friend from work to watch the WVU game. We decided on meeting there around 7. Then I was reminded by another friend, via text message, that we were playing tennis that afternoon in a town about 20 minutes away from me. I decided to be able to do both things, knowing that I could always go a little later than 7 to meet friends for the game.
Well, even in knowing all this, I still felt stressed out in leaving my apartment to drive to Oak Hill for tennis! I found myself feeling harried at the gas pump, rushed on the road, holding my breath in wondering if I'd get to meet Anita early enough for us to play some and for me to get back to Beckley in decent time to head out. It wasn't good for my chi! Once I caught myself doing this, I had to chuckle. But still--this is something I've realized I'll do when it comes to making things on time. It wasn't good--I remember how I felt changing at my apartment, at the pump, and on the road. I was putting unnecessary stress on myself.
Luckily, by the time I got to the tennis courts, I'd calmed down. I'd like to challenge myself the next time I notice myself doing this. I'd like to step back sooner and realize, hey! Everything will be okay! Football games last forever (and it's not like I really even watch them anyway; I'm more there for the company) and feeling stressed out about something that's happening for the next 20 minutes (i.e., driving) isn't going to help any situation that isn't going to occur for the next few hours. RELAX! I will take a deep breath and ask myself, "Hey, why are you feeling stressed right now?"
Funny the things we get stressed about (and then funny sometimes too to compare these things to things we don't feel any stress about) and the observations we make about what is occurring in our mind and happening to our body, our breath, our throat, and mindset from the onset of stress. Hmm.
I'd also like to do something purposeful for increasing my mindfulness for these last 16 days of the month. For a period of time I was highly interested in energy medicine; I have a couple of textbooks on it. There is a recommended daily exercise that purports to balance everything in your body. I never got myself started on doing it consistently, but I'd like to. Reports to come!
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Mindfulness check
Then I went to Atlanta this past weekend for a wedding and that quickly ended.
Whew! I forget sometimes how much weddings wear you out! It was incredibly fun and it was so touching and exciting for me to watch one of my best friends marry her best love, but oh my! It seemed like we had something going on at every hour of the day. I'm still recovering.
Anyway, back to mindfulness. I want to check in to this blog more with my mindful moments for a place I can come back to later for a review.
So, I spoke to my mother on the phone last night. And normally there's some sort of, "Aimee, you should do this." Or, "Aimee, why don't you do that?" And in response, I usually resort to the "Okay, Mom! I'll figure it out! Stop!!" in exasperation and helplessness.
But for whatever reason it was--I'm trying to reflect back on all the things that were going on through my mind at the time--I didn't feel the need to react like that last night. My mom was still shooting out those phrases for a couple of things she had opinions of concerning me. Maybe it was because I was so tired. Or maybe this mindfulness practice is kicking in better than I thought it would after all. Anyway, I let her go. I didn't react back like I normally have. Instead, I replied simple "Okay"s while quietly reminding myself, "You are an adult and what she's talking about isn't a significant decision to make anyway. She's just giving you her opinion, once again. If you don't want to go home this weekend until Sunday morning, then don't." (That's all it was over--when she thought I should come home for the weekend. . .while already assuming that I was planning on it!!)
I felt a peace set in after I hung up the phone with her. And that feeling made me think, "Hey! This whole thinking-before-reacting-to-your-mother (for some reason, it's a different situation when you're talking with your mother than with anyone else. . .at least, that's how I've felt--perhaps this can change now?!. . .in good ways, that is. . .a daughter's relationship with her mother will always be unique) thing turns out to work pretty well after all!"
Now I just gotta remember this the next time I speak with her. . .and in any other situation where it would be best to first hold my tongue.
(Oh, and hey! I just finished writing this without proofreading it and making any changes!! Well, except for if I saw a mistake in the line before, I did go back and change it. . .).
Friday, October 1, 2010
Pursuing Happiness...with writing?
Hello Happiness Project blog! Please excuse the late post. I know it's October now, but I did start writing this post in September, so my topic is still "Pursue your Passion."
Aimee, your post on rekindling your keyboard love was inspiring.
Unfortunately, my passion for piano far exceeds my (lack of) musical talent, so I did not pursue it. However, the passion that I pursued for the Happiness Project challenge also involves a keyboard...the one on my laptop.
This month I have committed to writing (er, typing) daily. I have always seen writing as one of the most powerful forms of expression. Whatever you are feeling, you will feel better if you just write it out. If you're tend to overthink things or be overly emotional like I am, writing can be a huge relief/release. Writing, in some ways, is better therapy than exercise, shopping, even therapy. Growing up, I used to write a lot. Poetry, stories, and a journal that I kept up with almost every day. Given how thrilling and therapeutic I thought writing was, I could never imagine that I'd stop writing outside of school. I was wrong.
Thanks, college.
There is a theory that even when you study or major in something you love, school makes you fall out of love with it. News and journalistic writing is something I'm passionate about, but it also makes work out of writing. Lately I had been catching up on my non-news reading, and it got me thinking, wishing, wanting. I would read something amazing and think, I want to do that. Or on rare occasions even, "I could do that!"
This semester, however, I decided to pursue my passion for creative writing that had been totally beaten into submission by news scripts and research papers.
It was scary at first. I struggled with writing about people who don't exist and things that never happened. I felt like I had forgotten how to write fiction, write freely, write for fun. Not only did I worry it wasn't going to be "good," I also was too caught up in the news style of writing: no grammatical errors, making this "concise and conversational", active voice, etc. Once I learned to let go of those rules, I was able to do freewrites, journal entries, poetry, and other writing exercises. Another good thing about taking this creative writing class is that we are exposed to different writing styles and types of literature, so we get a good dose of reading, as well as inspiration to write.
It's very liberating to not have to analyze or agonize over every word or phrase or piece of punctuation. News writing is very structured and specific, which is fine for its purpose, but the point of creative writing is to have fun, express yourself, use your imagination, etc. And if it's not perfect, that's fine. Call it a first draft.
As you can tell, this blog entry tends towards a freewrite, and is about as polished as a first draft. And I'm ok with that! Even it's technically non-fiction, blogging definitely counts towards pursuing a passion for writing too.