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Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Getting busier all the time
I've always loved being busy. I get antsy whenever things get too quiet, too easy and mellow. Don't get me wrong, I love relaxing, kicking back as much as the next person. But since I started my blogs, and a few months later my vlogs, and then my lets plays, along with the running, gardening, my homelife, my life is getting busier all the time, and I love it.
I started working with other people through my Youtube as I cross paths with people who share various interests of mine, and I have a few collaborations currently in the works. I created a playlist on my Youtube that links out to a few of them, and then I started a new playlist based on a new series I'm currently working on, teamed up with a new friend of mine and a fellow Youtuber.
By way of explanation, Deb invited me to team up with her in this season's minecraft hardcore, now in its sixth season, and as we started out, we find we're hitting it off great, and that we think along the same lines when it comes to surviving such a competition, and plotting out a gameplan on how we will survive the horrors our moderator intends to throw at us.
I will post the link below for those of you who are interested in checking out the series. I hope you enjoy it as much as we are!
Friday, October 9, 2015
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Monday, September 21, 2015
sometimes- a drabble from my blog
Sometimes, you just want to let yourself believe that it’s worth something. Any of it, all of it. All of the time you spend, all of the effort you pour into it.
Sometimes you want to feel that it’s all for a reason. Even if you have to lie to yourself, to let yourself believe it.
To tell yourself the lie so that just for one second in the span of eternity you feel like you’re worth something. And to know for just one brief second in time that it was real. That you existed. That you were wholly alive and that you and who you are and what you did meant something.
Even if it was only to you, and that’s all that it would ever be.
And sometimes—just sometimes-- even the lie is enough.
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Inspiration- a drabble by avsongbird
You never know when inspiration will hit you, or where it
will come from. It just hits you, like lightning. And it catches your soul on
fire.
I’ve
always considered myself a kind of lightning rod. I never really understood
why. Was it my imagination, my open mind, my sensitive and caring nature?
All I
know is, that lightning struck me for the first time when I was young, and it’s
found me ever since.
It
strikes me anywhere, at any time it pleases.
It sends me searching for napkins
in restaurants, begging for pens….
It has
me tearing out of bed, nearly falling on my face before I find myself running
to my computer….
It wakes
me in the night from my deepest of dreams, brings me back from the innermost
reaches of my mind.
It
terrifies me… invigorates me… it excites me.
It makes
my blood hum in my veins and makes my nerves tingle.
It makes
every inch of me come alive as I feel the inspiration burning in my skin.
It makes me feel more alive than I've ever felt.
It makes me feel more alive than I've ever felt.
It’s a
scary feeling sometimes—wild, uncontrollable—but it’s exciting just the same.
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Friday, September 11, 2015
Thursday, September 10, 2015
minecrafting - into the wild- exploring hubby's server
Sorry the vid's a little choppy, I'm working on my little laptop and I'm still working a few kinks out with the recording, and smoothing things out lag-wise. I finally got my map working on hubby's server, and wanted to take you guys out into the wild with me :-)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i2ynk2-ejUQ&feature=youtu.be
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i2ynk2-ejUQ&feature=youtu.be
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
my newest let's play series addition from my youtube- as requested by viewers
I had quite a few people asking me to play more of this game, including my two youngest stepsons. Part of me wonders if they don't just want to laugh at me being a total wuss and jumping at every little bitty jumpscare that pops up. What do you think?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCuI-FYkobg
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCuI-FYkobg
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
another side of my youtube channel
At first, I thought I'd keep my blog and my youtube separate when it came to my let's plays, figuring my readers wouldn't be interested in any of my let's plays or whatever games I'm playing to entertain my youtube viewers, but then I realized some of my viewers have followed me here the way some of my readers followed me over to youtube. I thought I'd offer links to one of my let's plays here, so you guys could go check it out if you like, those of you who are into games and gaming and let's plays. I'm in the middle of this series now, and I'm having a lot of fun with it. I hope it makes you laugh, if you do watch, and if you're having a bad day and are badly in need of a laugh, I hope it helps! If you're not into this sort of thing don't worry-- I'm still doing the rest of my writing alongside my let's plays. This is just another facet of my personality and just one of my newest hobbies.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aeqa6yluWlM&list=PLS9sffjV1AAsuhllT-9Tj8aYOLR8p9UUm&index=1
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aeqa6yluWlM&list=PLS9sffjV1AAsuhllT-9Tj8aYOLR8p9UUm&index=1
Monday, September 7, 2015
Friday, September 4, 2015
Had a really rough day today but I didn't forget about you guys
Got some hard news this afternoon, and it's gonna a couple of days for me to process. I didn't want you guys to think I forgot about posting today, but I wanted to be honest with you about what happened, and where my head was.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BLMjkYxXIcQ&feature=youtu.be
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BLMjkYxXIcQ&feature=youtu.be
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
How it feels- a drabble by avsongbird
It’s so strange for me, to be accepted for my writing, my vlogs, for the
vids I’m putting out, and to have people get back to me. I’m not used to being
so openly accepted. I’ve always been more or less socially awkward, and I have
to laugh—people watch my vlogs and I’ve been told I come across as confident,
well spoken.
I’ve always had a decent enough vocabulary- being in love with words and
reading and writing the way I always have been, it’s kind of hard at this point
not to have a decent enough vocabulary—and I’m annoyingly aware of my tendency
to slip into rambling when I’m nervous or scared, or feeling unsure of myself.
If you came across me on the street, and you smiled and tried to pull me
into conversation, I’d turn fifty shades of red from the get-go, with my heart
tripping over itself and everything else in my chest as I offered you a shy
smile and tried to put together something clever or witty to say in return.
Knowing me, I’d end up coming across as eager to please and trying too hard, and all the best comebacks to all your jokes wouldn’t hit me until about
an hour or two after we’d parted ways again.
It’s not that I don’t want to talk to you; it’s not that I don’t enjoy
the conversation. On the contrary.
It’s just that I’m not used to it, and working my way into being social
and having the blogging and the Youtubing and all the things I’m doing now
building my confidence, it’s taking time for me to get my confidence level even
to the point it’s at now.
But if you mention writing… books… movies… music… or videogames…? If the
conversation steers off into one of my hobbies, I’m good. I could listen or
talk for hours about anything and everything, so long as the spotlight stays
off of me. I’ve had people I’ve met in my life where I sat up all night, just
listening to them talk about themselves, and their lives. I love hearing about
other people, and I’ve always loved listening to people.
It’s when the attention and the focus turns to me that I really get
really shy, and that includes talk of my stories, my videos, my singing, my
work. It’s really taking some adjusting to have people come to me and tell me
what they think. And I love it. Doing the blogs and now doing the Youtube,
especially now that I’m getting back into video-gaming and I’m having more Youtubers
and real let’s players draw me into collaborations and interacting with them,
I’m finding a sense of belonging and purpose that I haven’t felt in a long
time. And as busy as I am with all of it, I’m loving it.
I feel renewed as I sit here, knowing the running is getting easier
again, knowing I’m wearing clothes I haven’t fit into in years, knowing I’m
entertaining people and making people smile and laugh, and feel, knowing I’m
throwing everything I have into being the best wife, stepmom, writer, blogger,
youtuber, sister, daughter, friend that I can be, I feel alive in ways I
haven’t in a long damn time.
And it’s a euphoric feeling. There’s no other way to put it. Pure euphoria.
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Monday, August 31, 2015
Saturday, August 29, 2015
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
For those of you who want to write or vlog
I'm not going to lie and say it's
easy to record and post some of the things I post, especially the one vlog
where I broke down and cried-- that one was especially hard. It was hard to
film, hard to play back and even harder to post it, knowing others might see
it. But I knew I had to do it, no matter how hard it was for me to do so at the
time. I wanted people to see me as a human being, and to know how much it means
to me that they allow me to share my work with them. I love the people I'm
meeting who are getting back to me. It's the most incredible experience I've
ever had. And human emotions aren't always safe, they aren't always bright and
shiny and sparkly and politically correct. But they're real, they're normal,
they're healthy.
If you want to write, you should. I still go back
to pen and paper sometimes because I love the feeling of the pen in my hand,
and when I need to keep up with my head, I go to the computer. And sometimes
it's just typing whatever comes into your mind that kicks your brain into gear.
Give it a shot! Because trust me, you never know what you're capable of coming
up with until you do it! And you don't have to do it for anyone but you. Writing
is the most amazing therapy, it really is. Even if no one else ever reads it,
do it for your sake first! Make yourself laugh, make yourself cry, and rage.
Let yourself vent. Let yourself FEEL. You'll feel much better afterwards, after
you get through the drained part after going through the storm that comes along
with it. Trust me, I've been through the wringer sometimes for the sake of a
good story. And if you ever need support with it, you know where to find me :-)
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Monday, August 24, 2015
Sunday, August 23, 2015
Saturday, August 22, 2015
Thank you!
I wanted to take a moment to thank you guys, all of you who drop in to read my blogs, and those of you who are signing up to follow me on wordpress or by email, and those of you who are following the vlogs on my youtube. Not because I think I’m a big shot, but because you inspire me. The feedback and the interaction I’m getting from all of you inspires me in my writing and in the work I’m doing with the blogs and the youtube. Every day I find myself more and more driven to keep pushing myself to the next level, to keep improving the stories I share with you, and the videos I put out for you. I’m grateful for the fact that each and every one of you takes the time to stop by and to see what I’m working on. So sorry guys, no poem for today, no story, just a heartfelt thank you to each and every one of you for your time.
Friday, August 21, 2015
Lessons learned
If there’s one lesson
I’ve learned more than anything else in my life,
It’s that happiness is
something worth fighting and struggling for.
I've known intense pain
so I seek pleasure.
I've known hatred so I
seek to love and be loved.
I've known grief,
despair, loss
so I strive for and
celebrate happiness
Wherever and whenever
I find it.
With every lesson
learned,
Every hardship faced,
I find myself coming
closer and closer
to the peace and the
happiness I've always wanted
in my life.
And I'm grateful every
day that my husband and my stepsons
and my friends and now
my readers, viewers, followers,
are a part of that
journey.
Thursday, August 20, 2015
Picking up steam
It feels really good to see the way
everything is starting to fall into place in my life, now that I’m making a few
changes in my habits and to my lifestyle in general. I stepped onto the scale
this morning and found I’d dropped two more pounds over the course of the last
week, bringing my weight loss over the course of the last month or so up to
around 15 lbs, so, even with my sore legs, I’m excited to know I’m making
progress with that.
I woke up in a panic this morning,
almost falling out of bed as I reached for my phone to check the time, and my
husband watched me with bleary, “oh so not awake” eyes as I dashed for the
bathroom, to shower.
I had friends waiting on me. They’d
seen the video I shared on my youtube the day before, of me running around
being “oh so noob” at minecraft, and they’d invited me to play with them. And
there I was, tripping over myself and muttering in my still-half asleep way
that this was going to be one of those days where the coffee could never be
strong enough.
And I was already over an hour late.
I hate to be late for anything. I
always have. Growing up, my mother looked at being late as being one of the
cardinal sins in life, so even the thought of being late for anything was
pretty much understood to be out of the question.
So I texted off a quick
“sorryshowercoffeeillbethere” to my friends, and I fell/stepped into the
shower.
The
meeting went fine. Any nervous feeling I had dissipated quickly as the three of
us ran around for an hour or so and had a blast just talking, laughing, running
around killing monsters and just having a good time together.
I sat back for a moment when it was all over,
staring at my screen and just thinking to myself, how a few months ago, if I
hadn’t started my youtube— then further back still, that if I hadn’t started my
blog, that led to me being asked to start a youtube—days like today, running
around with my new friends and having so much fun wouldn’t have been possible
if I hadn’t taken that one step.
A year ago, I never would have imagined I’d be
sitting here now, juggling a youtube and a blog and vlogs, and well underway
into my running training, racing towards that goal of getting back down to my
ideal weight. It’s so many changes oh so quickly, and even the thought of how
much has changed over the course of the last few months is enough to almost
make my head spin.
It’s getting easier as time passes to juggle
everything as I come to learn more about making videos and how to improve my
content on my youtube and in my blogs, and with my running, every pound I lose
means that much less weight I have to carry on those ten miles I go every day.
And every day that passes, as I find myself shedding the skin I’d sunk into
over the course of the last few years, I feel myself sinking back into myself
again, becoming more and more myself again, and with each day, I feel more and
more at peace with myself, with the world around me.
I can’t get over how good it all feels, making it
happen and then sitting back to watch it all starting to come to bear. It’s a
really good feeling. And sitting here now, a couple of months in and looking
back, I know I’d never go back to the way things were before, when I was pretty
much shut away from everything, where I hid myself and my work and the person I
am away from the world in the belief that I couldn’t make a difference, and
that people wouldn’t care or notice whether I was there or not.
It’s a really good feeling to know that your
presence and your absence matters to people—to know that the things you do and
the things you say make a difference to people. And I’m starting to realize
that there are people in my life who do value me, even when I have nothing to
offer them but myself.
And I have to admit—it’s a damned good feeling.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YYSwFm2pq90&feature=youtu.be
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YYSwFm2pq90&feature=youtu.be
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
taking control of my life
This last
May, I woke up and decided out of the blue that I was going to turn my life
around. No one pushed me, no one coached me, no one dragged me out of bed
kicking and screaming and staged any sort of intervention.
I made
the decision that I didn’t like the direction in which I was headed. Or, more
correctly, the lack of direction that my life seemed to have.
So I
decided to change. And ironically, the steps I decided to take, and the actions
I took on in the following days, weeks, months, have started me along a road
that proved not to be changing me into a new person altogether, but helping me
along the path to becoming the person I once was, before my proverbial train
derailed and went careening down into a ravine.
Taking
control over your life and deciding to take better care of yourself can start
out seeming hopeless, as you find yourself facing opposition from the people in
your life who’ve grown accustomed to the person you’ve become. Some of them
might have become comfortable with the fact of knowing that they have you under
their thumb, precisely where they want you, and they may not want you to pick
yourself up and to decide that your life is yours to live all the time, instead
of whenever and however the people in your life will allow you to live it.
I’ve been
a caring and a giving person all my life, which unfortunately has led to me
being used throughout the course of my life by people who saw my giving and
caring nature as a reason to use and abuse me in whatever ways they saw fit,
and trust me, learning to say no and to make myself unavailable to those who would
use and abuse me has not been an easy task—I’ve come to care for some of those
people a great deal over the years. The idea of saying goodbye to some of them
breaks my heart, but at the same time, those in your life who only remember
you’re alive whenever they need or want something, and who ignore you the rest
of the time, are not good people to have in your life. They’re physically and
mentally exhausting, physically and psychologically draining people, and if you
don’t stand up for yourself every once in a while and realize that you deserve
to be treated better than that, you will find yourself being treated as a
doormat by these people. And if you truly meant something to them, they would
not treat you that way.
Taking
control of your life takes time, and as I said, you’re facing opposition—not
just from other people and outside influences, but from yourself.
I used to
run every day, a couple of hours a day (I took days off every week, don’t
worry. I was driven, focused, not pathological). When my train derailed I spent
years trying to figure out who I was, and I fell into a much more sedentary
lifestyle.
Trying to
get back into that rigorous training schedule was a nightmare at first—between
finding the time, and the sore and aching muscles (Oh my God I thought my legs
were going to fall the hell off, and part of me lay there on the tile beside
the treadmill and wished they would have on more than one occasion), and your
mind telling yourself you’re fighting a losing battle, there were times I wanted
to quit, but I didn’t.
Throughout
my life, whenever I saw something I truly wanted, I went for it, and I’ve been
called things in my life, but a quitter has never been one of them. When I have
a goal in mind, I go for it, and I’m all in.
Now, I’m
three months into this new, unmapped phase in my life, and 13 lbs. lighter than
I started, down a couple of pants sizes, and my blog and my youtube are humming
along at a comfortable pace. My husband’s thrilled to death to see me working
with a goal in mind, and I couldn’t even begin to describe how good it feels
for me to know that I’m working towards something again.
With the
people watching my videos, reading my blogs, the people that are beginning to
interact with me and who are starting to recognize me as a writer—as a new youtuber
and a supportive friend-- I find myself waking up each and every day with new
ideas for directions in which I can take my blogs, my youtube channel, my
writing, my life! And I’m loving every single minute of it.
I’m
writing with renewed enthusiasm and vigor, and as my writing and my running and
my home and family life are falling back into place, each and every aspect of
my life is falling into place, and I have to admit, I’m feeling more and more
proud and more and more confident as a writer, as a wife, a stepmom, as a
woman, and a person as the days pass.
And I’m loving the hell out of
it. I can’t wait to see what’s around the corner. And it’s been far longer than
I’m ashamed to remember since I last felt that way about the direction in which
my life was going.
If your
life has gone off the rails, as mine did, if you find yourself playing the
doormat, the way I have, and you’ve wished someone would come along and get you
to change, if you’ve wanted to change yourself, do it. Don’t waste another
damned day waiting for outside help. You are all the reason and the inspiration
you need, because every day spent as a doormat for those who don’t give a damn,
every day spent not achieving your goals, your dreams, is a day wasted.
And it’s
a day you will never get back.
So let
this be the last day you wish you could change your life.
Then
tomorrow, get out there and do it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1gQqo6s1ZyA&feature=youtu.be
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1gQqo6s1ZyA&feature=youtu.be
Monday, August 17, 2015
Saturday, August 15, 2015
"owning up and being yourself"- a drabble by avsongbird- includes vlog of reading from my youtube channel
It’s so easy to say that the
circumstances that are your life were NOT your fault—that where you are and
what you are, are simply the product of others. It’s hard to stand up straight
and strong, steeling your spine against those who would judge you, and to say
“Yes, I made those decisions, and I made those mistakes, and I am the reason
that I screwed up.”
Hard, yes, but necessary in the
path to growing up.
I know that for a long time I was
guilty of passing the buck to others. I kept telling myself that it wasn’t my
fault—that I was as I was because of genetics, because of my sheltered
upbringing, or because I wasn’t allowed to do otherwise.
The truth was—I liked where I
was. I was loved, I was sheltered, I was safe, and that sanctuary was always a
strongpoint for me. It is all at once my springboard and my safe-haven—the
place I always start from and come back to, my alpha and omega.
Genetics? My line is a line of
strong men and women, all of which I am proud to call my ancestry, and of which
I am proud to be a descendent. Whatever problems I ever claimed to have with my
genetics was simply a cop-out—a scape-goat- a way for me to explain away those
times when I raged, when I felt weak.
The weakness was never in them—in
the ones who came before-- it was in me that it resided, and always has been.
Do you want to know the truth?
The honest, complete, black-and-white truth?
I was afraid, though I would
never admit it.
I was always afraid that I would
not be accepted for who I was, loved for who I was. I spent most of my life
working as hard as I could to please people, to bend and twist myself into what
I believed they wanted me to be. And I was losing myself continuously in the
process.
How can you ever hope to find who
you truly are if you do that? The simple fact is, I couldn’t. The fact is—you
have to free yourself to be who you ARE, and be true to your nature, in order
to find real happiness in this world. Otherwise, no one can ever really know
you, or touch you, or hope to really connect with you any deeper than your
inner walls allow.
That can lead to a solitary life.
Believe me—I know. I kept myself isolated for a long time—a prisoner in my own
mind, and I do not recommend it to anyone.
Friday, August 14, 2015
link to "Where am I" - short story excerpt by avsongbird (includes audiobook style reading from my youtube)
http://avsongbirdshortstories.blogspot.com/2015/08/where-am-i-short-story-excerpt-by.html
Thursday, August 13, 2015
it's been a long week - drabble by avsongbird- in word form and read aloud for those of you who prefer it
It’s been a long week. A productive one, don’t get me wrong, but still a long week.
The running training is going well—I’m doing the ten miles on my treadmill, five on a slow day, or when I’m just not quite feeling up to the ten. I’m taking two days off a week, just to let my body recharge before I start into it the following week, all over again.
I’m still crocheting—I just put down a half-finished green scarf I’m a little more than halfway done with, and then there’s the writing, the youtube, the family, the garden.
I’m tired, but it’s a good kind of tired, you know? Like the tired you feel after a good long run. The kind where you can take a step back and see everything you’ve accomplished so far, before you turn to see how much you have left to do.
It’s so important to take the time to do that from time to time—to take the step back and to not look at how much you have left to do (because that’ll leave you feeling tired, drained), but to look at what you have done, and how far you’ve come.
It may not be any huge milestone to anyone else, or even to you, but any progress is better than none at all.
Take me—I’m tickled shitless over ten miles a day, and five on slow days. Career runners and Olympic athletes wouldn’t think twice of such things. But I’m not doing this for the athletes. I’m not trying to win any medals.
I do it for my husband, for my stepsons, for myself. So that my family can see me pushing towards something, instead of always staying in the same place.
Goals keep you moving, keep you productive, healthy. And I figured it was about time I got working on mine.
My husband says he’s thrilled to see me working towards something I believe in—something I love—and we both agree that it’s important for the boys to see us both pursuing the things we love. And even if we fail at some point down the road, at least we can say we tried.
And even trying to pursue your goals and failing is better than being haunted by the “what if” for the rest of your life.
The running training is going well—I’m doing the ten miles on my treadmill, five on a slow day, or when I’m just not quite feeling up to the ten. I’m taking two days off a week, just to let my body recharge before I start into it the following week, all over again.
I’m still crocheting—I just put down a half-finished green scarf I’m a little more than halfway done with, and then there’s the writing, the youtube, the family, the garden.
I’m tired, but it’s a good kind of tired, you know? Like the tired you feel after a good long run. The kind where you can take a step back and see everything you’ve accomplished so far, before you turn to see how much you have left to do.
It’s so important to take the time to do that from time to time—to take the step back and to not look at how much you have left to do (because that’ll leave you feeling tired, drained), but to look at what you have done, and how far you’ve come.
It may not be any huge milestone to anyone else, or even to you, but any progress is better than none at all.
Take me—I’m tickled shitless over ten miles a day, and five on slow days. Career runners and Olympic athletes wouldn’t think twice of such things. But I’m not doing this for the athletes. I’m not trying to win any medals.
I do it for my husband, for my stepsons, for myself. So that my family can see me pushing towards something, instead of always staying in the same place.
Goals keep you moving, keep you productive, healthy. And I figured it was about time I got working on mine.
My husband says he’s thrilled to see me working towards something I believe in—something I love—and we both agree that it’s important for the boys to see us both pursuing the things we love. And even if we fail at some point down the road, at least we can say we tried.
And even trying to pursue your goals and failing is better than being haunted by the “what if” for the rest of your life.
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
"Finding Jesse"- a side note to "Run Jesse" by avsongbird
(posted the wrong version of this video, and the other version didn't have the same sort of feel as the rest of the series had, so I'm posting the true version now. I hope you enjoy it.)
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Monday, August 10, 2015
Sunday, August 9, 2015
Friday, August 7, 2015
Thursday, August 6, 2015
1000 views on youtube!
I'm still under the weather today, but I couldn't wait to thank all of my viewers, and all of my readers, because you guys are making this a truly amazing experience for me, as a person and certainly as a writer. And with the more time that passes, the less afraid I'm becoming of sharing my work with all of you because you guys have been absolutely amazing in your support of me and of my work. Thank you!
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Monday, August 3, 2015
"Nurse! Help! I think I sprained my everything!"
"Nurse! Help! I think I sprained my everything!"
One of
the things I've decided to devote myself to, in my course to get back to
finding myself again, is getting back into my running training. And I'm not
gonna lie to you. After taking the last few years off, learning how to be a
wife and a stepmom and getting into the swing of things and how busy my life is
now? Getting back into running after so many years without it is pure hell.
When I pulled that treadmill out early this week and hopped up on it, turned a
show on (seriously, if there's any show out there that will make you feel
guilty sitting on your ass eating popcorn while watching it, it's "the Walking
Dead".), and I turned that treadmill on and power-walked ten miles? I
thought my legs were going to fall the hell off.
Coming
down after such a long run, having a pick me up wind-down snack after burning
so many calories, my eyelids drooping, I heard voices in my head as I lay
there. Voices telling me I was too old for this crap, that I was too far out of
practice and shape for this crap, that I'm a wife now, a mom now, that I don't
have to worry about this kind of crap. And with my legs aching and every bit of
me feeling like it weighed a million pounds-- feeling weak-- my hair soaking
wet, my body drenched in sweat, the smallest part of my brain might have
believed it. But then I reminded myself that I'd just gone ten miles, even
after so many years off. And that yeah, I was tired (let's be honest, I was
beyond tired), and I knew I'd be sore the next day (Oh God, so unbelievably
sore haha), but I'd done it. No one else had coached me, no one else nagged me.
I did it, on my own, because I wanted to do it.
And I
slept better that night than I had in years. Which, as a chronic insomniac,
meant a hell of a lot to me. I woke up in the morning feeling incredible. Sore
as hell, in need of ice packs and wanting to put my feet up, but I felt
accomplished. And yeah, it was only ten miles, but it was something. And even a
little something is far better than nothing.
That
night, I queued up the blu ray again, and I was back up on the treadmill again,
telling myself I'd walk another ten miles. Not running, not out to give myself
a heart attack or asthma attack, just walking, decent conversational-type pace,
and see how I felt (At my size, there's no way in hell I'm gonna hop up there
and start running. I'm driven, goal-oriented, not crazy.)
I got so
caught up in what I was watching that after awhile, I stopped watching the
digital readout on my treadmill, and when I found myself looking down, I was
surprised when I realized how far I'd walked without realizing it. The ten
miles I'd done the previous night felt like nothing now as I stood there,
staring down at those numbers, still walking, and yeah, I was sweating from the
pace I'd kept, yeah I power-walked the whole way, but I knew I wasn't done yet.
I went
another mile that night before I stopped. And it felt good. It felt like
progress.
I've been
at it for over a week now, just power-walking, not trying to outdo Olympians or
professional athletes, just going by how I feel and making sure I don't push
too hard. I'm in it for the long haul. If I overdo it, looking for the quick
fix, and I hurt myself, I won't be doing myself any favors.
I've lost
weight already this week, and my pants are getting looser. And I'm sleeping
better than I've slept in years. And yes, it means less time at the keyboard,
working on my writing, and it means getting even more creative with my
scheduling between looking after my family, my household, my pets, sleeping,
writing, running, blogging and youtubing, but as I find myself now beginning to
find balance between all the aspects of my life, and as I find myself
recovering more of who I am now, I find myself finding peace more and more
easily in each and every aspect of my life, which in turn lends peace and
balance in all the other aspects of my life in ways that I haven't found in a very
long time.
It feels
good. It feels like control, empowerment, accomplishment. It feels like
cresting that damnable mountain and picking up speed as I find myself coming
down the other side.
And damn,
does it feel good.
Sunday, August 2, 2015
Saturday, August 1, 2015
Friday, July 31, 2015
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Wednesday, July 29, 2015
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Monday, July 27, 2015
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Friday, July 24, 2015
I'm not a fake person
I'm not a
fake person. I never have been. And I've always despised fake people, or the
thought of being fake. Faking smiles, faking laughter, pretending to be or to
feel or to think any other way than the way you really are.
It isn't
me, and it never has been.
I can
think of a million things I'd rather be doing than having to pretend to be
anything other than what or who I am for the sake of anything. Most especially
for the sake of appearance or acceptance.
We
shouldn't have to be fake. We shouldn't have to pretend. But we do. Because we
feel we have to. We live in a world full of beauty magazines and makeup and
plastic surgery, of diet pills and bulk up powders and drugs, where we're
judged on an almost constant basis by how we look, how we dress, who we're seen
with, who we're sleeping with, our politics, our religion. We are judged on
anything and everything about our lives from the moment we're born until we
breathe our last.
So we
fake. We smile. We laugh. We pretend. And we judge ourselves by unattainable
goals and ideals of perfection, and we put fake images on pedestals to give
ourselves images to strive for.
And even
the ones we dream of becoming are not all that they seem.
And as
the years pass, younger and younger people in our society are becoming caught
up in our obsession with perfection, and the unattainable, and they're killing
themselves trying to become something to be fawned over, something to be
admired, because they mistakenly believe that they're not already there, and
that they always were.
We're
born, we smile, we laugh, we pretend. We open our eyes to the world only to
close them against what offends our senses or what we believe to be
unattractive by our cosmetic and scale-judging standards because it's easier
than facing the truth about what we're becoming, and what we allow to continue.
So we
fake.
Thursday, July 23, 2015
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Tuesday, July 21, 2015
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Thursday, July 2, 2015
Writing should never be "Safe"
Writing
should never be "safe". It's not meant to be. It doesn't have to be
perfect, cookie-cutter. It's meant to break the rules, to elicit emotions.
To change
someone else's viewpoint, to open their eyes, to reach out through that page as
a writer and to grab the attention and the heart of your reader, it can never
be anything less, or you risk something vital being lost in the translation
that happens between the person who first dreamed up the writing, then
translated it from what they saw in their head onto paper (or computer), and
the interpretation of the reader when they read it.
And
that's of course, not taking into account those of us who have to go through
editing, publishing, republishing before the work gets out to whomever you
choose to share it with.
It all
begins with a thought, an idea-- a flash in the dark that catches the writer's
attention and holds it for a second.
That
second is all it takes to spark an idea in our minds, and suddenly, worlds are
born, heroes are born, grow up, go to battle, marry, have children, and die old
men and women.
And it
all happens in the flash of a second.
Each and
every story you write shines a spotlight on the characters that inhabit your
mental stage-- whether they're human, cyborg, robot, hybrids, aliens, animals,
rocks with wings that fart rainbow-colored sparkles.
The point
is, for a moment, you're shining a spotlight on something, on someone. When
you're writing a story, poem, song, making a painting, a sculpture, taking a
photograph--
You found
something that caught your attention long enough for you to want to draw someone
else's attention to it, so that you can turn around and share in that moment,
and that subject matter with someone else in turn, so you pour your heart and
soul into your craft, putting in time and effort and work-- sweating, bleeding,
creating-- and all the while feeling this underlying need to share your work
with others.
For a
moment, when it's seen, read, viewed, listened to, you're sharing that moment in
time with another human being, and whether they're standing in the room with
you and you can see the expression on their face, or whether they're half a
world away, seeing your work on the television, hearing it on the radio, seeing
it on the computer or in a magazine, in a book-- they are sharing that moment
with you.
And it
all began with that spark of inspiration that ignited a spark of creation in
your brain.
It began
in excitement and epiphany and panic as you ran headlong to find paper, to find
drawing tools, a camera, your laptop-- whatever tools you use to create
whatever form of expression you use to express how you feel.
It began
with feeling. And no matter how many filters and layers and edits it goes
through, it should never become anything less.
I didn't blow off posting today... let me tell you about my day...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cF4-Rex92sE
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Scars
Scars
It's not that I don't mind your scars.
I love you for them.
For knowing that whatever left those mars on your flesh
Wasn't stronger than you were.
You shy away whenever they're mentioned,
Whenever they're bared before the eyes of others,
Unaware that I stand there, fighting the urge to bend and to press my lips softly against them,
To visit them with tender affection for the way they remind me of the fact
That I'm blessed to still have you with me.
That I haven't lost you, even as they continually remind me that I very easily could have.
I love your scars, as I love each and every incredible part of unforgettable you.
And I anxiously await the day you stop shying away whenever my fingertips brush across them,
Knowing as you watch me anoint them with tender kisses,
That with each and every press of my lips,
I'm thanking them for granting me the unforgettable pleasure
Of such tender and merciful moments with you.
It's not that I don't mind your scars.
I love you for them.
For knowing that whatever left those mars on your flesh
Wasn't stronger than you were.
You shy away whenever they're mentioned,
Whenever they're bared before the eyes of others,
Unaware that I stand there, fighting the urge to bend and to press my lips softly against them,
To visit them with tender affection for the way they remind me of the fact
That I'm blessed to still have you with me.
That I haven't lost you, even as they continually remind me that I very easily could have.
I love your scars, as I love each and every incredible part of unforgettable you.
And I anxiously await the day you stop shying away whenever my fingertips brush across them,
Knowing as you watch me anoint them with tender kisses,
That with each and every press of my lips,
I'm thanking them for granting me the unforgettable pleasure
Of such tender and merciful moments with you.
Monday, June 29, 2015
Sunday, June 28, 2015
Some don't get it, and some never will.
It's hard when the people
in your life don't get it. When they see you throwing yourself headlong into
something you're passionate about, and they flat out don't get it. They see the
hours you put in (some of them), they see your work (some of it), your passion,
and they turn and go about their day like they didn't see it. Like it didn't
matter.
And it's not that they're selfish, it's not that they don't care about you. You may be a vital part of their life.
They just don't get it.
They don't look at whatever it is your working on and see it the way you see it-- not just for what it is or what it will or won't be, but for what it could be, for the sheer possibility of what your work and your time and dedication and effort and passion could bring into your life.
Maybe you'll make it, maybe you won't, but as long as you find yourself pursuing your passion-- following that star that only you can see-- there will always be people in your life that flat out won't get what you're doing, and every time you try to explain it to them they'll sit there and their eyes may glaze over or they may look at you like you have a third eye.
Or like there's something they'd rather be doing than listening to you talk at any sort of length about whatever it is you're passionate about.
And that's okay. Because there are people out there who will get it, and if you push long enough, hard enough, far enough, you may find those people, and suddenly you'll be glad for all those times you kept pushing even when you were the only person in your life who did "get it".
And for all those times you ignored the voices of the people who never will.
And it's not that they're selfish, it's not that they don't care about you. You may be a vital part of their life.
They just don't get it.
They don't look at whatever it is your working on and see it the way you see it-- not just for what it is or what it will or won't be, but for what it could be, for the sheer possibility of what your work and your time and dedication and effort and passion could bring into your life.
Maybe you'll make it, maybe you won't, but as long as you find yourself pursuing your passion-- following that star that only you can see-- there will always be people in your life that flat out won't get what you're doing, and every time you try to explain it to them they'll sit there and their eyes may glaze over or they may look at you like you have a third eye.
Or like there's something they'd rather be doing than listening to you talk at any sort of length about whatever it is you're passionate about.
And that's okay. Because there are people out there who will get it, and if you push long enough, hard enough, far enough, you may find those people, and suddenly you'll be glad for all those times you kept pushing even when you were the only person in your life who did "get it".
And for all those times you ignored the voices of the people who never will.
Saturday, June 27, 2015
You Shouldn't Be Here- short story excerpt
http://avsongbirdshortstories.blogspot.com/2015/06/you-shouldnt-be-here.html
Friday, June 26, 2015
Thursday, June 25, 2015
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
AVSongbird blog #7 playlist updates, upcoming song vids, drabbles, poetry
I've added vids of me reading examples of my work on my youtube, for those of you who'd like to see me doing that, and for those of you who like your reading in more of an audio format because a few of you have been asking me for that. I hope you like the changes. I posted quite a bit of everything, didn't want to put all the links on here and inundate you guys with links.
Thanks guys,
Jen K. (Avsongbird)
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Monday, June 22, 2015
Sunday, June 21, 2015
thank you!
You know something guys, I've been working with my Youtube, going through my social media, watching all the new people following me, and the people signing up for email updates on my blog, and I've been talking with people who've liked or followed my work over the course of the last month or so, and there's no words to describe just how it feels to be sitting here, taking all of this in.
I always saw myself as a nobody from the middle of nowhere, and I always asked myself why anyone would ever want to read my work. Sitting here, getting all the feedback, having people tell me that my work touches them, that they enjoy it, hearing that they find inspiration in it? I can't imagine a better feeling of contentment and acceptance and happiness than I feel as I sit back and take it all in. And I wouldn't trade it for anything.
For those of you I've talked with, thank you, from the bottom of my heart thank you, for your time, for your dedication, for giving me a chance. For those who are new here, those I haven't talked to, I look forward to talking with you.
Jen K.
avsongbird
I always saw myself as a nobody from the middle of nowhere, and I always asked myself why anyone would ever want to read my work. Sitting here, getting all the feedback, having people tell me that my work touches them, that they enjoy it, hearing that they find inspiration in it? I can't imagine a better feeling of contentment and acceptance and happiness than I feel as I sit back and take it all in. And I wouldn't trade it for anything.
For those of you I've talked with, thank you, from the bottom of my heart thank you, for your time, for your dedication, for giving me a chance. For those who are new here, those I haven't talked to, I look forward to talking with you.
Jen K.
avsongbird
Keep moving forward
It's incredible when you take the leap of faith and start putting yourself out there, and you find yourself meeting people from all over-- people who came across whatever work it was you put out there, whether it's a song, a poem, a story, a painting, a sculpture, any form of work of art or form of expression you chose to share.
I can think of no more suitable word than the word incredible for such a feeling as I find myself in that position. Here I am, just a housewife, a thirty-something nobody from the middle of nowhere posting whatever comes to mind, and I've met the most interesting people over the course of the last month or so-- some of them writers, poets, readers. Some of them would-be bloggers, people who wanted to put their work out there in some form, but were nervous about the thought of taking that one big step that would put them in the public eye.
I tell them the same thing I told myself a little over a month ago-- "Don't ask yourself why, because you'll find a million reasons why you shouldn't do it. Ask yourself 'why the hell not'?"
Dare to be yourself in this life, dare yourself to push yourself to the next level, to always be reaching, striving, pushing!
Don't talk yourself out of it or logic yourself out of it, because you'll cheat yourself out of incredible things-- things you couldn't even dream of.
Sitting here now, knowing how I feel as I read through my emails, my texts, my tweets, my facebook, reading notes and emails and comments from the people I've always known in my life, reading others from people I've never met (some I've talked to in one form or another, others I look forward to talking to)-- I'll never forget that feeling. It's a feeling I never thought I'd know in my life. Because however often I dreamed of sharing my writing with others, of putting myself out there and finding acceptance, of finding people who enjoyed what I do, I always found myself talking myself out of it-- telling myself I was a nobody from nowhere, that there was no way anyone would ever want to read anything that came out of my head.
I was having a conversation with someone tonight, a friend of mine from the past who just recently got back in touch with me, and we got talking about blogging, and what inspires us.
She told me she enjoys talking with me, and she said I was a "fountain of inspiration".
I almost cried when I read it. All my life, I've found inspiration everywhere-- in everything and everyone I've ever met. I've always hoped I would inspire other people, and I've always tried to do whatever I could to help others.
Hearing from someone that I inspire them? That touched me deeply, because it's something I've always wanted to do.
Sitting here a little over a month into the next phase in my life, hopefully the first phase in my life as a writer, I'm grateful for the past month-- for the nerves, and the fears I've come across, for the people I've met, and the friends I'm making, for the creative and inspiring and positive people I'm now coming into contact with in the knowledge that none of any of this would have been possible if I hadn't taken that first step on my own.
Have you taken yours? Don't ask yourself why you shouldn't take it, because you'll find a million reasons why you shouldn't take it, and you'll think of the people who are going to laugh at you, who will ridicule and mock you, who will hold their breath waiting for you to fail, and who may laugh if you do.
Don't tell yourself you're no one from nowhere, that your opinions and your talents don't matter, that no one will ever find merit in them. Because the truth is? You don't know that.
There may be someone out there somewhere who's sitting there, just like you-- who feels as you feel, who dreams as you dream, who fears just as you fear.
And they may be waiting for your influence, for your bravery, to inspire them.
Don't ask yourself why you should do it. Ask yourself "Why the hell not?"
And take that step.
Saturday, June 20, 2015
The Downward Spiral and the Uphill Climb-- Reclaiming Yourself
If there's one thing I've learned over the course of the last few years of my life, it's that you can't live someone else's version of what your life is supposed to be (or what you think they think your life is supposed to be) and be happy.
We've all done it-- thinking we had to act a certain way, talk or look or be a certain way in order to be accepted, to be successful, to feel loved.
It's so stressful, living your life that way. It's stressful and frustrating and draining.
And the longer you go on that way, the more you find yourself getting comfortable with it.
The more comfortable you get, the harder it is to change it.
And it's a downward spiral. The more you become who they think you should be (or who you think they think you should be) the less "yourself" you become, and with each passing day, week, month, more and more of the real you is left along the wayside.
If you're lucky, something or someone will step into your path, grab onto you with both arms and shake you till you wake up.
It could be your kids, your family, a close friend, a significant other.
It could be a total stranger on the street who just happened to be passing you by at the time.
Be grateful for that person. Because even a day spent living someone else's version of your life, is a day too much. And the longer you live your life that way-- the further down the spiral carries you-- the harder it is to claw your way back up to the top again.
But it's worth the climb, and all of the work and effort and frustration that you'll find yourself facing on the way back to reclaiming yourself again, because once you get back to the top?
The view is incredible. And when you get there? You'll realize you never want to live your life any other way.
We've all done it-- thinking we had to act a certain way, talk or look or be a certain way in order to be accepted, to be successful, to feel loved.
It's so stressful, living your life that way. It's stressful and frustrating and draining.
And the longer you go on that way, the more you find yourself getting comfortable with it.
The more comfortable you get, the harder it is to change it.
And it's a downward spiral. The more you become who they think you should be (or who you think they think you should be) the less "yourself" you become, and with each passing day, week, month, more and more of the real you is left along the wayside.
If you're lucky, something or someone will step into your path, grab onto you with both arms and shake you till you wake up.
It could be your kids, your family, a close friend, a significant other.
It could be a total stranger on the street who just happened to be passing you by at the time.
Be grateful for that person. Because even a day spent living someone else's version of your life, is a day too much. And the longer you live your life that way-- the further down the spiral carries you-- the harder it is to claw your way back up to the top again.
But it's worth the climb, and all of the work and effort and frustration that you'll find yourself facing on the way back to reclaiming yourself again, because once you get back to the top?
The view is incredible. And when you get there? You'll realize you never want to live your life any other way.
I miss you-- a love letter
I miss you- a love letter
(This is from another love story I wrote a few years back. It's still one of my favorites, and I often find myself going back to read the story all over again. I hope you enjoy it.)
God, how I miss you.
Your innocence, your faith, your eyes.
Your fearlessness.
I miss the way your eyes light up with your smile.
I miss the feel of your lips on mine.
Your slender fingers playing whisperingly over my skin
In seeming innocence, as though you didn't know that
You set my soul on fire with just one touch, one look.
One kiss.
I catch myself saying your name at odd moments,
Just for the tingle of excitement that always passes through me
Whenever I say it aloud.
I lie in my bed in the dark and whisper your name into the darkness,
And I imagine you're there with me, your arm around me
As it once was.
I miss the way you always reached out for me while you slept,
When you were too lost to your dreams to even realize you were doing it.
I miss every second of every day we spent together.
I miss your thoughtfulness and the sound of your voice.
And more than all of this, I miss the smile you always saved
Just for me.
Friday, June 19, 2015
In those Pages
In Those Pages
By Jen K.-- 2015
I'm there, in those pages,
If you look hard enough.
Can you find me there?
Do you want to?
When you pull back the cover on my notebook,
When you click on that link,
You're foregoing the guardrails, and the safety nets.
You're leaving your world behind you, shedding it like a
discarded skin.
You're crossing over into a world entirely of my making.
And the rules of your old world-- your old life-- don't
necessarily apply to mine.
So consider yourself warned, and welcome aboard.
Don't keep your hands and arms inside the car at all times,
But I sincerely hope you enjoy the ride.
Thursday, June 18, 2015
Sounding Boards and Audio-books
Every
writer-- whether you're a poet, lyricist, novelist, short story writer, napkin
scribbler, blogger, or any combination of the above-- needs a reliable sounding
board-- someone you can read your work to who will listen with an open mind,
and give you their opinion. Someone who will ask the questions that need to be
asked, and give you a fresh view of your work, so that you can then head back
into your writing nook and correct whatever mistakes you've made.
For me,
that person has always been my mother. And ironically, it's been especially
true for the last six years. Since she and I now find ourselves living over
1000 miles apart, that means a lot of late night Skype and cell phone calls
(apparently being a night owl runs in my family).
I can't
stress enough the need for a good sounding board. It's one thing for you to
think your work is half-way decent or for you to be pleased with yourself--
that will only take you so far. To push yourself to keep reaching, to keep
improving, you really need someone else to give you a different viewpoint. I've
lost count of the number of times I've read something to her and had her come
back with a viewpoint I hadn't thought of-- some of them changed the story
completely.
I just
got off the phone with her a little while ago-- went into the kitchen to pop
myself a massive bowl of popcorn and pour myself a bathtub-sized cup of coffee
before I came into my room to curl up with my laptop, ready to get to work for
the night.
My
mother is an incredibly intelligent woman, but in the household I grew up in,
where my step-dad is a hardcore reader, my younger brother is a reader, I'm an
even harder-core reader, my mother (though a speed-reader like you wouldn't
believe) has never counted herself as much of a reader.
Granted,
when she does pick up a story that catches her interest, she can speed through
it like nobody's business. I always counted myself lucky that I'm much the same
way in that respect.
A few
weeks back, we were in the middle of me reading something or other to her (as
many projects as I've got in the works at the moment, I can't remember which
one it was at the time), she told me that my writing is one of the few
exceptions to that rule. I only knew that there's times she'll call me out of
the blue, always asking first if I'm busy (I always say I'm not, whether I am
or not. She's my mom, after all.).
Then,
she asks me to read to her. When I ask her what she'd like to hear, she always
answers "Whatever you're working on."
So I
read to her. My poetry, my lyrics, my one-shot drabbles, my epics, and she
listens, sometimes asking questions, sometimes offering an opinion on my work,
sharing memories and stories of her life that whatever I'm working on might
have brought to mind.
I called
her up today and I asked her if she'd seen the video I made for her last night
(technically I think it was sometime around 5 this morning when I finally
finished editing and posting it), and she pulled it up and watched it.
She
asked me if I'd send her a copy of the video, so I did, just as I sent the mp3
of me singing "Amazing Grace" to her a few days before (I played my
singing as the background music for the video I made for her).
Then,
she asked me if I wouldn't mind sending her other recordings-- if I wouldn't
mind recording me reading my writing and sending it to her in audio format, and
I have to admit, I'd never thought of doing such a thing before. Then again,
I've been doing a lot of things lately I never thought of doing, so I thought
about it, and I figured sure, why not?
I was
nervous about making the blog, and now it's starting to feel more comfortable,
I was nervous about making vlogs, and now I'm looking forward to it, same with
singing in public, and now, I've got two vids on my channel of me doing just
that.
I guess
what I'm wanting to ask you guys is-- is that something you guys would be
interested in? I know people read audio-books when they're busy, or don't feel
like reading, that some people find it more soothing and relaxing to hear the
words spoken instead. Are my works something you guys would like to hear in an
audio format, if I find a way to post them in such a format, or do you find the
idea of my voice akin to something like nails on a chalkboard?
If this
ends up being an idea that people are interested in, I can start looking into
it. But if you'd rather just read my words, or if you don't find my voice
suitable for the task, then at least I can say I made the effort to try
something different, which is something I'm trying to do more and more in my
everyday life.
As
always, thank you for taking the time out of your day to read my blog. I
appreciate each and every one of you who let me into your lives for a moment at
a time, and I hope you have a great night/morning.
--Jen K.
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