Happy Planner Tells All

It’s been a week or so since I started using my Happy Planner. I don’t use it for appointments or birthdays, rather for my personal and creative life- workouts, writing time, Youtube filming/editing etc. This planner is great because it helps me micromanage my time. Days go by fast and many things slip my mind (unfortunately those things are usually things I like to do for fun.) So this year I vow for that not to happen. Enter the Happy Planner.


Happy Planner has taught me I cannot do it all, even if I break up the day an hour at a time. Something is going to have to give, and I think it will be my Youtube channel. It takes up far too much time and doesn’t really help me reach my goals of writing and reading more. Nothing ventured, nothing gained I suppose. Youtube isn’t the right outlet for me. Sure it would be nice if I could make money talking about books and sharing my photography, but it won’t happen. I think I will stick to being a Youtube viewer. It is a great outlet for learning!

Also, in order to focus on my blog, I should really stop posting the same content on my social media. Instagram makes it too easy to spit out posts to all my outlets. This will be a challenge! But having the WordPress app on my phone may help!

Well, there you have it!

 

 

 

Give Thanks For the Bad.

If having Alopecia has taught me anything, it’s that you need to change your perspective. You need to see differently.

I suppose we typically give thanks for our warm houses, the food on the table and being surrounded by family, right? I get it. I am totally with you. My insides are still aching from laughing so hard today with my family. But can we give thanks for the things that make us mad, annoyed or just plain tired?

I cringe when I see the laundry basket overflowing. Then I groan dramatically all the way to the washing machine and throughout the process of loading it and pouring the soap. I hate laundry. I try to snap myself out of it and think -WOW I have the luxury of picking out and mixing/matching all these clothes every week.

I also loathe grocery shopping. I hate spending money, I hate unloading and putting away all the bottles, cans, and freezer items. Once again, I try to snap myself out of it and think – wow I have the luxury of going to the store and buying whatever I want or more importantly whatever we need.

It seems like life is sometimes stuck in fast-motion. I often get upset that I don’t have enough time to spend with my friends, especially those who I’ve known for years.  What a luxury it is to have true, faithful friends, especially in a world where people are shallow and self-centered.

And the hardest of all – a fight with a spouse. It stings, doesn’t it? It is awkward, sticky, uncomfortable and leaves both parties feeling bad. But without that fight, we wouldn’t have the chance to make up and realize the love we take for granted everyday. We get the chance to relearn the reasons(s) we love our spouse so much (the ability to forgive and forget, anyone?!)

This Thanksgiving I am thankful for all that everyday stuff which at the time, seems like an obstacle but in actuality is a learning opportunity.

 

Chicken or the Egg?

There’s that age old question of what came first – the chicken or the egg?
My burning question however is what came first – the book or the marketing?

Here are the two books that prompted me to ask this question:

For me there’s a blurred line between memoirs and self help/inspirational books. Girl Wash Your Face is supposed to be a book about the journey to success, but reads like a memoir to me. I believe I read up to chapter nine, and I have up because it sounded like every other book on the NYT best seller list or Target shelves. She is obviously being very candid and honest but I wonder if she wrote the book that way originally, or if she wrote and the publisher or editors forced her to write another way? At some point she did mention the editors pushing her for something more risqué because no one would believe a young woman was a virgin in L.A. I WOULD HAVE FOUND THAT MORE INTERESTING AND BELIEVABLE! Why do we have to know every gory detail of people’s lives, like their sex lives? I appreciate the honesty but TMI!! This brings me to Haddish’s book.

I opted to listen to the audiobook version of The Last Black Unicorn I almost quit in the first chapter because her narration voice was TERRIBLE. She sounded like a frightened kid public speaking for the first time in front of the class – like she was reading word for word with no pause or inflection. I could not believe this public performer was this bad. But as the book went on, her real personality came out and she was VERY animated. Most of her content was pretty shocking but it was not like any other story I have heard. I think I am still in a state of shock about what she has been through, and while I cannot relate to most of it, it was worth listening to.

So I wonder – do celebrities/authors write their story and actually publish it the way it was meant to be or do these marketing people/editors/publishers wreck the original story and make it something they think will sell. So what am I really reading and how can I tell the difference? I want to read someone’s story as they feel it should be told, because if isn’t wholly theirs, than it isn’t a story to be told! As I get older, I don’t want to waste time on books that are not genuine or something I can learn from!