Wednesday, April 18
SugarSprout
Incredibly happy that they finally have Instagram for Android. :)
Very peaceful morning as I contemplate how I've changed over the years. Primarily, the childish thought that I could make major life changes overnight. Diet changes are a perfect example. If I messed up, suddenly it was all wasted, and then I would keep putting off when to "start over." The temptation of not being allowed something always made it more appealing, making it so difficult not to cheat! The difference is now I know that I am making the choice not to cheat myself- no one else's opinion is keeping me from it.
I'm a vegetarian of about 5 or so months, and if I ever slip up I go right back to strictly observing a no meat diet. I used to be so concerned with what others would say if they new I had messed up, because truthfully there are some people who feel a need to discredit the accomplishments or choices of others. Even to this day I have had a "friend" say I am not a real vegetarian, because I had a craving for meat before. Or, perhaps it is because I do not fit perfectly into any of the vegetarian categories. I do eat some dairy products, like goat cheese, but I do not drink milk or consume eggs very often. I like almond, coconut, and soy milk. I eat no meat or seafood, except shrimp on rare occasion. I try to limit fast food as much as possible for the fact I believe people should be very aware of what goes into their bodies- and no one in their right minds would consider McDonald's a legitimate nutritious option if they really thought about what goes into it. It is an indulgence, an indulgence that has become all to common place. I chose this path because I felt it was the healthiest for my body, someone else might say to be truly healthy I need to do so and so...
The truth is- no one else's opinion really matters if you have come to terms with yourself. It is similar to my last post about me being attacked for "not being religious." Life is a continuous opportunity to start over. What I was not yesterday, I can become today. What I did not do 30 minutes ago, I can do now. Do not lose the many chances in front of you by making excuses. Every decision throughout your day is an opportunity for improvement. Today, I already made the choices to wake up early, to be a more consistent blogger, and to keep my diet light and healthy (I gave in to pizza yesterday!). These are small choices on the whole of things, but the philosophy can be applied to larger choices as well. I challenge you not to give in to your past vices, to move forward, and accept bad choices when they happen. Never dwell in the past or you lose your opportunity to live in the present.
Move forward.
Monday, April 16
Something New, Something Borrowed, and Something Silent
This past weekend I decided to take a vow of silence for 3 days. It was a surprise to everyone, especially because I did it for religious purposes. This vow was an experiment in both observation and reflection, that hopefully I will be able to concisely explain with three main things: the borrowed, the new, and the silent.
What I borrowed was the inspiration to look for my own religion. It came from a little known book called Eat, Pray, Love. Maybe you've heard of it? ;) I shudder slightly at the idea of including this because at the mention of anything so mainstream people automatically tune out because now my efforts are unoriginal and generic. I love the book, however, and won't deny the role it played in helping me reevaluate who I am as an individual. In the book, Elizabeth Gilbert talks about religion being the path you take to reach God, but believes there is no one set path to finding divinity. I relished in that thought because I have always felt that religion can be a wonderfully powerful force in so many lives, yet the Catholic path was not one that I could wholeheartedly support. Catholicism, like many western religions, is so set in its rituals and stories, whereas I am more so interested in the philosophies on how best to live life. What seems to happen is that people become so dedicated the rituals that they forget the purpose. My own grandmother completely identifies with the belief that non-Catholics will not be allowed in Heaven, therefore my Aunts who visit other Christian churches must be warned that they are risking their afterlife. The examples are everywhere, but such beliefs have never made sense to me. The yogic path detailed during her time in India was so awe inspiring because Yogis believe that God will always respond (to any expression of faith) as long as the effort is sincere.
So my something borrowed are two quotes from her book: The first quote is from the Hindu Upanishads, "People follow different paths, straight or crooked, according to their temperament, depending on which they consider best, or most appropriate- and all reach You, just as rivers enter the ocean."
AND
"The Hopi Indians thought that the world's religions each contained one spiritual thread, and that these threads are always seeking each other, wanting to join. When all the threads are finally woven together they will form a rope that will pull us out of this dark cycle of history and into the next realm."
The new thing in my life, as ridiculously corny as it may sound, is my devotion. It is a devotion to myself, to religion, and to others. I was surprised when I began my vow that I received strong remarks protesting because "I was not religious." Honestly, I had never strongly identified with one set religion. I never imagined I that it was impossible now for me to suddenly be taking such an interest in my faith. The fact that I was not doing this in accordance with any major holiday or observance further discredited me. It is as if I was not allowed to do this on my own, to choose my own rules. I view it in the exact opposite light. I took initiative in my life to make a change, without someone else telling me to do so. I sat idly by in my own life without working for something greater, without committing to anything. Now, here I am deciding that there is no time like the present, only to be told what I was not. What could be a greater sign of dedication to religion- searching for enlightenment on my own or waiting until I am forced to do so by a practice like Lent or confession? I do not mean to take away the significance, only to illustrate a contrast because for many of those rituals people often do little more than go through the motions.
Regardless of the religion, devotion and faith work side by side. Devotion is consistently putting forth the effort, and faith is knowing that something positive will come of it even when there is no guarantee.
Silence is probably the hardest to explain. Gilbert talks about how a vow of silence actually did not fit her personality because she was such a talkative bubbly individual. As someone who talks A LOT, I still wanted to undergo a period of silence. I felt like I never fully learned to think before I speak. In order to better communicate with myself (& everyone else!) I have to learn to control my thoughts and words. During silence I am free to focus on my thoughts without having to explain them to anyone else or mold my words around their reactions. In a time of reflection it seemed especially important for me to have this opportunity.
I know it may not all make perfect sense, but it is not a journey that can be neatly folded up into blog version. I will continue trying though!
-Monica
What I borrowed was the inspiration to look for my own religion. It came from a little known book called Eat, Pray, Love. Maybe you've heard of it? ;) I shudder slightly at the idea of including this because at the mention of anything so mainstream people automatically tune out because now my efforts are unoriginal and generic. I love the book, however, and won't deny the role it played in helping me reevaluate who I am as an individual. In the book, Elizabeth Gilbert talks about religion being the path you take to reach God, but believes there is no one set path to finding divinity. I relished in that thought because I have always felt that religion can be a wonderfully powerful force in so many lives, yet the Catholic path was not one that I could wholeheartedly support. Catholicism, like many western religions, is so set in its rituals and stories, whereas I am more so interested in the philosophies on how best to live life. What seems to happen is that people become so dedicated the rituals that they forget the purpose. My own grandmother completely identifies with the belief that non-Catholics will not be allowed in Heaven, therefore my Aunts who visit other Christian churches must be warned that they are risking their afterlife. The examples are everywhere, but such beliefs have never made sense to me. The yogic path detailed during her time in India was so awe inspiring because Yogis believe that God will always respond (to any expression of faith) as long as the effort is sincere.
So my something borrowed are two quotes from her book: The first quote is from the Hindu Upanishads, "People follow different paths, straight or crooked, according to their temperament, depending on which they consider best, or most appropriate- and all reach You, just as rivers enter the ocean."
AND
"The Hopi Indians thought that the world's religions each contained one spiritual thread, and that these threads are always seeking each other, wanting to join. When all the threads are finally woven together they will form a rope that will pull us out of this dark cycle of history and into the next realm."
The new thing in my life, as ridiculously corny as it may sound, is my devotion. It is a devotion to myself, to religion, and to others. I was surprised when I began my vow that I received strong remarks protesting because "I was not religious." Honestly, I had never strongly identified with one set religion. I never imagined I that it was impossible now for me to suddenly be taking such an interest in my faith. The fact that I was not doing this in accordance with any major holiday or observance further discredited me. It is as if I was not allowed to do this on my own, to choose my own rules. I view it in the exact opposite light. I took initiative in my life to make a change, without someone else telling me to do so. I sat idly by in my own life without working for something greater, without committing to anything. Now, here I am deciding that there is no time like the present, only to be told what I was not. What could be a greater sign of dedication to religion- searching for enlightenment on my own or waiting until I am forced to do so by a practice like Lent or confession? I do not mean to take away the significance, only to illustrate a contrast because for many of those rituals people often do little more than go through the motions.
Regardless of the religion, devotion and faith work side by side. Devotion is consistently putting forth the effort, and faith is knowing that something positive will come of it even when there is no guarantee.
Silence is probably the hardest to explain. Gilbert talks about how a vow of silence actually did not fit her personality because she was such a talkative bubbly individual. As someone who talks A LOT, I still wanted to undergo a period of silence. I felt like I never fully learned to think before I speak. In order to better communicate with myself (& everyone else!) I have to learn to control my thoughts and words. During silence I am free to focus on my thoughts without having to explain them to anyone else or mold my words around their reactions. In a time of reflection it seemed especially important for me to have this opportunity.
I know it may not all make perfect sense, but it is not a journey that can be neatly folded up into blog version. I will continue trying though!
-Monica
Friday, April 6
Crazed and Confused
Our generation’s preoccupation with “being crazy” and the stigma around seeking help that goes along with it are two things our society could do without.
This mad preoccupation is not defined by our oddities, but rather
our obsession with them. Until recently, I never put much thought into
just how common the fear of being truly diagnosed or seen as “crazy” really is.
Crazy is of course defined as anything
less than the standard for “normal” that
has been set by others.
Ronson emphasizes the media is constantly exploiting the madness
in our society, it therefore controls conformity as well. By showing us
what we should not be, it is consequently telling us what we should be. What is
most insane of all in today’s society is that recent generations are so caught
up in fitting in that the fear of being anything but normal is making them feel
insane.
Society so often negatively defines individuals by their flaws. It
should be no surprise therefore that now one must hide anything that could be
viewed as a flaw, turning normal experiences, human emotions, into something
unhealthy. A 2007 survey conducted by the Center for Disease Control and
Prevention, on non-institutionalized civilians in US population across 35
states, showed that 40% of persons in those states were experiencing serious
psychological distress, and of those 53.4% were not receiving any treatment.
Whether the need to conform is creating or exacerbating issues in mental health
is unclear.
Anyone who has every taken an introductory psychology course has
most likely heard a warning: not to self-diagnose or diagnose others. It is
easy to draw connections from classroom knowledge to their own personality
characteristic and of those around them. It would be nearly impossible to
not have at least some of the qualities from the extensive Diagnostic and
Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM IV), but just one overwhelming case
of anxiety during finals week does not make an anxiety
disorder. These self-diagnostics are exactly what cause the distress,
more so than any actual condition.
Sunday, February 19
Darling everything's on fire
Sometimes I just need to hear someone say "Just close your eyes, you'll be alright."
P.S. So excited for The Hunger Games.
P.S. So excited for The Hunger Games.
Wednesday, February 8
Give 'em a hand
Current Obession: Nails. Top two are images from nylon, and the bottom ones are my own cotton candy themed nails. Needless to say I spend more time picking out glitter than reading the lab reports I need to.
-M
Thursday, January 5
Lunch & Love
One of the best parts about being home for the holidays is not having to fight over a poorly stocked dorm kitchen. Cooking is a passion, a complete sensory experience. Unfortunately, I am largely deprived of it while at school making my vegetarian diet boring. Needless to say, my winter break has been filled with many new dishes. My new year included something entirely unexpected however- a newly single me. That means focusing on all the things (like cooking) that make me happy if I want to get through a less than ideal situation. Cheers to a new year and new recipes <3
My cookbook recommendation: The Healthy College Cookbook, expanded edition with Rachel Holcomb.
Movie/Book for my mood: Como Agua Para Chocolate
Friday, December 30
A New Year
A favorite inspiration of mine is Tom Ford on his New Years resolution, he said "I don't have one. I believe in living life the way that you want to live it every day, and if you do that you don't really need to have a New Year's resolutions." Therefore, it is best not to expect some long laundry list of promises from me, instead I have daily goals. I believe in constantly improving. The unrealistic idea of a butterfly rebirth appeals to me as much as the next girl, however years of never being quite thin enough have taught me that it is hard work being the version of myself that I am happiest with. Progress happens over night, every time a change is made. Results take time, do not be discouraged in whatever your goals are. That said, I always appreciate a good party. Have some champagne, share a midnight kiss, and never miss the magic of today by focusing on the promises of tomorrow.
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