I was chilling oneday watching a movie, and I found an urge to create a list of movies featuring car sing-along moments. Having sing-alongs in cars is one of the best things, next to karaoke. Am I the only one who feels that way?
Back in high school, I was obsessed with my agenda books. I decorated the covers, doodled all in the insides, and made note of everything I needed to keep track of. I was organized. College brought the opposite. I got lazy. Had no planner. Honestly I don’t remember how I kept track of things. Last year was the first year since high school that I bought a planner. But I couldn’t get into the swing of things and I rarely used it. Organization means a lot to me, but sometimes I really do find it hard to get into the swing of things.
Looking back on myself and the way that I grew up, I wish I could have the chance to hop on a time machine and tell myself some things to make my teens years a little easier and bearable. Especially since there’s been some instances recently in which I’ve conversed with some teens trying to give advice for how to have an easier time during those crazy hormone roller coaster years. I will always consider 13, and the years around that age to be my awkward years, but it doesn’t have to be awkward. And that why I wish I could tell my younger self to chill. I feel like I wouldn’t be so filled up with anxiety these days if 13 wasn’t so crappy.
Last year, I was on an illustration binge, seeking out indie zines to contribute artwork too. I support small and local, and I’m also try to get some work published even if I’m not getting paid. It’s a thing you have to sacrifice when you’re trying to build a client list. It’s especially easier when you have a full time job with an income, which is why I don’t mind doing art pro bono.
Over the summer of last year, my parents cleaned out my grandparent’s basement for slight renovation purposes. Their basement was full of all the knickknacks, sewing supplies, fabric, books, and tons of other flea market finds. I shared some pictures from the one day I went to help. Instead, I wasn’t too much of a help; I kinda took a lot of stuff because their fate was the trash. My dad did not hesitate to throw everything out, so I had to claim some stuff as mine to save them.
I don’t know about you but I’m happy 2018 is finally here. Last year was a weird one. A lot of things happened – both good and bad.
The weird, sucky political state we’re in right now is actually causing a positive change in a way, like a domino effect. We’re all waking up, realizing what we’ve been taking for granted along with change within our communities and industries, bringing to light a lot of issues no one wanted to speak up about before. This is the sort of revolution people were fighting for all these years. We’re not even close to a point that’s worth congratulating over, but it’s a point where we can give a gold star for acknowledging the opening of a door to better behavior.
We had to start somewhere, and 2017 was just the beginning. Let’s hope that 2018 will kick ass politically, mentally, socially, economically, and personally. 👍
With that said, here are some random photos I snapped from the past year that make me smile:
You know when you don’t have cable but you still get a few channels for free when you plug in the cable cord? Well, surprisingly, we don’t get channel 2 or any of the other basic channels. Instead, we have the LAFF channel and the Grit channel. Because we don’t have a good, wide variety of channels, we tend to only watch LAFF.
On that channel, I’ve watched a whole lot of Night Court, Roseanne, Drew Carey Show, and That ’70s Show. I’m not a big fan of That ’70s Show, but it’s growing on me. I’ve mostly been watching it for the psychedelic scene transitions, and Jackie Burkhart’s outfits.
This weekend that passed, I hopped over to San Francisco to spend Thanksgiving with my brother. After he moved out there, I joked how I would never come and visit (but I guess it turns out I lied).
Not that I hate California, I think I find it too typical when people boast about how they want to move to California. Moving to Cali is not an original idea and I’ve heard that goal from multiple people. I can’t help but kinda scoff every time I hear someone say it, but when my younger brother told me he was moving there, I thought, “ugh, not you too”. There are 49 other states – why that one? That question really goes to everyone. Maybe it’s the New Yorker in me wondering why he’d leave such a city that has everything he needs here. But then I think to myself, after leaving Portland, I fell victim to the east coast versus west coast rivalry. Being an east coast gal, I much prefer my coast.
Anywho, I started off the trip with a smidge of a stuck up attitude – not intentionally. But I snapped myself out of it because I obviously wanted to have a good time, especially with my brother. It was only the two of us spending Thanksgiving together from my whole family, so I didn’t wanna make things sour.
Every so often I get hit with the “freelance bug”. Like, I think “man I need some more income, let me take a stab at freelancing”. And every time I try to become more and more prepared. Seeing what other professionals do gives me motivation and inspiration to keep trying, especially when it comes to necessary “promotional tools” to better my “brand”. It’s hard out there to stand out but I believe it’s possible.