When I'm tired with a little bit MORE

I originally entitled this blog…when I’m tired because I honestly began writing and putting up posts late one Sunday night when I was tired. I was feeling wild and crazy and so I put on a bright red hat and began shooting out energy into the Universe. It was wonderful I let my fingers gracefully move across the key pad while my heart sang a song of Creative fulfillment. However, I have recently come to the realization that perhaps my blog might be a little bit more useful if I used it to stay in touch with family and friends. Of course my random blogs about pants, beagles, and rain are not going to stop but will simply be the beginning of the wonderful adventures yet to be sent out into the Universe.

Everyone puts their pants on the same way in the morning.

When I came out to Boston to go to school, I began to be bombarded with new ways of looking at the world. I began to feel extremely inadequate about many of my own views and talents I let my self become intimidated by almost everyone and everything, I was overwhelmed with the intelligence the talent and the incredible people I began to associate with and I began to start doubting my own ability to thrive in such a young and passionate city. It was then that I found my self falling into what Truman Capote’s fictional character Holly Golightly in Breakfast at Tiffany’s calls the “mean reds” which is simply “being afraid, yet not knowing what you are afraid of.”
Filled with the horrible mean reds at the beginning of my freshman year at the Conservatory I sat on the floor of my bathroom and talked and talked and talked to my mom until she was probably ready to explode, after talking for a good hour my mom finally interrupted me and said, “Katie, everyone puts their pants on the same way in the morning. You put on your pants in the same way that the President of the United States does as well as Michael Jordan and Miss Peggy Sue who lives around the corner does.” I did not know how to react at first so I laughed, because it is funny, but after listening to my mother I realized just how true that statement really is, “everyone puts their pants on the same way in the morning.” we are ALL Children of GOD and we all have the ability to do whatever righteous desire we wish to do with the talents that God has blessed us with. As we are all members of the human race adding our thread to the beautiful tapestry of humanity we may all choose to wear different pair of pants to express our individuality, culture and style but in the end we all put pants on the exact same way because we are ALL human and in the end “Everyone puts their pants on the same way in the morning.”

The People I see in Boston

The Beagle Men



Nearly every week I run into the “Beagle Men” walking the streets of Boston. It is always in a different location, whether it be in front of Whole Foods, my School or randomly on Boylston St. I almost always with out fail I run into the, “Beagle Men” weekly. Now you may be asking your self, who are the “Beagle Men” well yes indeed, who are the “Beagle Men?” In many cases, it is still a mystery to me who these men are, but this much I do know...The “Beagle Men” are these two wonderful oddly old shaped men that walk the streets of Boston with their fat sausage like beagles, it’s as simple as that, and they make me laugh, and they make me wonder, WHY? Why do they own beagles, are they brothers, best friends, acquaintances, partners, who knows? The thing is I have never talked to either of them and yet I feel distinctly connected to these two funny sweater-wearing old men. They are a part of Boston that makes it magical. So next time you come to Boston be on the lookout for these two oddly shaped old men and their fat sausage like beagles I am positive that they will brighten you day!

Get lost in a Gigantic omelet

Several months ago, January to be precise, my friend Maya and I could not figure out what to do with ourselves on a freezing Saturday night. After missing the movie that we had set out to go see we dejectedly began walking back to a place of warmth, or at least a place that could spark some new ideas for a brilliant Saturday evening excursion, one slightly frost bitten nose and several tingly toes later we finally arrived at Maya’s apartment and began brainstorming what we could do with the rest of our evening that would be simply unforgettable.
We looked up clubs on line and then realized that neither one of us was old enough to get into a club. We looked up local events but most of the events had already passed and so that left us back to square one. After a good ½ hour of research we began to get hungry and so we headed over to the kitchen to see what we could whip up. As we looked into Maya’s seemingly empty cupboards, we decided to resort to the refrigerator, finding eggs and an assortment of varied vegetables we decided that we would make ourselves a GIGANTIC omelet! As we began chopping the onions and tomatoes for our dinner, we started listening to some African music and by the time, we sat down for dinner we were both entranced by the music. One of us would take a bite of the omelet and then do some sort of dance movement, we continued with this game back and forth for several minutes until it turned into a full out improve jam in Maya’s living room! The omelet was delicious and it was as though we were feeding ourselves something magical letting us move to the inspiring African drums. As we danced into the dark January night, our food disappeared filling not only our bellies but also our souls.
So next time you are sitting around on a Saturday night without anything to do make your self an omelet and let the magic of the moment take over you.

Have your self a Pillow Fight

The people who live above me have parties, frequently. The people who live below me have parties, frequently, this means I often times find myself listening to the banging of drums or the sweet strumming of the guitar late into the night, right now the tenants above me in apartment 33 are strumming their guitars and it makes me feel like I really belong in Boston.

It’s funny how these weird things make me feel more apart of Boston. In fact it was just the other day that I found myself singing Spice Girls inappropriately loud and smacking people with pillows in a massive pillow fight in Copley square, Oh man was it fun!! singing the songs of my childhood and releasing energy into the Universe by randomly smacking people with down feather pillows. Something about this experience helped me release stored up energy into the universe and it was wonderful!

When I got back home and I was so happy and I kept laughing at my self for getting so much joy out of whacking people with a feather pillow. And I suppose when I really come to think of it, a pillow fight is a rather funny situation because in a normal environment I would not be so inclined to simply whack a random individual, but I suppose when its done with a feather filled pillow it seems a little less like you need to enroll in an anger management course and a little bit more like a healthy release of energy.

So…next time you feel a certain level of built up energy make a date to have a pillow fight. Call a good friend grab a pillow and turn on some good music, sing laugh and release – have a pillow fight.

The Fellowship of the Unashamed

I am part of the fellowship of the unashamed. The dye has been cast! I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made; I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I won't look back, let up, slow down, or be still. My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, and my future is secure. I'm finished and done with low living, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tainted visions, worldly talking, cheap giving, and dwarfed goals. I no longer need pre-eminence, positions, promotions, plaudits or popularity. I now live by faith, lean on His
presence, walk with patience, am uplifted by prayer, and labor with power. My face is set, my gait is fast, and my goal is Heaven. My road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions are few, my guide is reliable, my mission is clear! I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, divided or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of the adversary, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity. I won't give up, shut up, or let up, until I have stayed up stored up, and paid up of the cause of Christ. I must go till He comes, give till I drop, preach till I know, and work till He stops me. And when He returns for His own, He will have no problem recognizing me. My banner will be clear.
Henry b. Eyring

 
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