Archive for December, 2010
I have been stuck in the hotel bed all day…I finally gave up and made the decision to go downstairs to find food (hotel food looks delicioso but tastes. . .not so much).
Well, I rolled out of bed and my sister says with surprise,”Look at you with your diamond star necklace and diamond earrings…you DO want to be a housewife!”
No, big sister…I want to be a well-educated TROPHY housewife. . .who knows how to cook a mean tortilla at the end of the day while talking about the media’s impact on politics with the hubby.
Sift through all the photos of you from the past year. Choose one that best captures you; either who you are, or who you strive to be. Find the shot of you that is worth a thousand words. Share the image, who shot it, where, and what it best reveals about you.
I have waited to post this Reverb because it has been the hardest one so far. I cannot just pick one photograph that epitomizes who I am or strive to be. . .it’s so hard. . .and I’m usually the one behind the lens. I’m not a simple person so what I engulf myself in definitely isn’t simple either. I only have a few facets of myself, but they are all so distinct. . .that “one” photograph only speaks a hundred words of me. . .but the following speaking thousands of me.
What’s the thing you most want to achieve next year? How do you imagine you’ll feel when you get it? Free? Happy? Complete? Blissful? Write that feeling down. Then, brainstorm 10 things you can do, or 10 new thoughts you can think, in order to experience that feeling today.
There are two things I want to achieve in 2011
- April 30 – Graduation
- Hopefully some time before then – Acceptance letter to the University of Miami . . . with them wanting to pay me to be educated by them
Once I earn those two things you better believe I’ll feel free. . .blissful. . .complete. . .happy. . .It will be my self-actualization, well, at least for being 21. I’ve dedicated sleepless nights. . .my health because of poor eating habits because I was always stuck in the Southern Office and by ignoring the headaches I get to complete assignment. . .I’ve given up weekends of rest to gain two steps on competition. . .and sacrificed relationships (but, the ones with the people who do love me the most are still here). . .all for wanting to go into journalism. . .when those two things become reality. . .then all I’ll be able to do is cry. . .’cause that’s what I do.