Be the Change you wish to see in the World

We all have a voice, thats what my whole blog is about. Getting your voice heard, speaking out about the things that impact you, things you want to change. Its all about what we do with our voice, that determines the result we get. In saying that, have you ever played the silent game with someone? I absolutely hate that game, i lose almost every time. I either bust out laughing, or i get bored.  Now, if you have ever been that person to walk into a silent game, you feel like a fool. You walk in the room and everyone just looks at you, some smile, some do the lame finger over the mouth thing. No  matter what you do, the other people dont say anything. And if your like me, and cant figure out what is wrong with them, you begin to get angry. Why can you not talk? Are you special? Whats wrong with you? I personally get very annoyed with these people. Its a game for crying out loud, not your life.  But to get where im going with this, silence can make a statement, but sometimes it becomes irrelevant. Not only are you too stubborn to lose this one time to tell the unlucky person who walked in on your game what your doing, but you make the person horribly annoyed with you, and you realize once its over how ridiculous you were being. That you were that persistent to not lose, to not utter one word for the sake of this one person.

To turn the tables, what if you never stopped talking? And not in a very a annoying "This soung gets on everybody's nerve" way, but in the way that you never gave up. You were so persistent in winning, in getting the final result accomplished that you had your voice herd loud and clear. You shouted your vision for the world to hear and didn't stop until the world listened.

I believe its time to get our voices heard. The days are dawning a new light, a new hope, a new plan. And we are the messengers, we are the mouthpiece that can change the world. So to leave you hanging, what do you want to say? What is it that you want to change? You are the light in the dark places, the light that shines when all others go out, what are you shining for?

A dear friend of mine is shining for a cause known as charity:water, this blog post was not to publicize her efforts, but to show you that people are speaking out. That we are doing something. We are changing the world, for her, its changing the world one drop of water at a time. 

What are you doing?

Here is a link to her website, and where you can see how her voice is heard. Its easy to join a crowd of voices, but what if your the only one screaming? Will you stand your ground, or wait for someone else to cry for our generation? Its your choice, take it.

www.mycharitywater.org/thepurelife

A Sassy Signature

Everyone seems to be looking for something, something to buy, something to give, to receive, something to live for. Im always looking for something that makes my life interesting, that makes it an every-day adventure, so this post is a little different than my last ones, because im in an artsy fartsy mood, and i feel like expressing myself, you are about to witness the inner thoughts and feelings of myself at midnight, on the night before i have to work all day. Enjoy.

My freshly painted fingernails fly away at the keys on my keyboard, as I'm letting La Ley, a total nobody band fill my ears, and scowling at my mice because they make ungodly noises on their exercise wheel at night. Ive been thinking lately, and if you know me at all, i have this face that i have on when i think. Its this very lost in translation spaced out look that normally accompanies me biting my lip or playing with one of my like 5 rings that occupy my hands. And as i sit and twirl my freshly dyed pink highlights around my finger i begin to get that feeling that i used to get randomly in high school. No its not gas, if you were wondering. It's that feeling of dreamy-ness, the one where i used to pick up my pencil in math class and doodle random things and fill up my algebra test with unicorns and stick figures of my teachers. That feeling where you close your eyes and just wish you had a convertible to jump into and throw your hands up and let the wind whip through your hair and over your face as you laugh with some Aerosmith song playing, or maybe im just actually recalling that one Aerosmith music video, but whichever it is, it is the feeling of being ultimately free. That feeling that makes your bones ache, that makes everything in side you feel like a neon light show, that your just waiting for someone to turn off the light so you can light up the sky with your neon colors. Its the feeling of an Andy Warhol picture, you know, the ones that are like eight different colors, probably one that is most famous is his one of Marilyn Monroe, its like blue, yellow, green and red or something, if you still have no idea what im talking about, Google that junk. But thats my life right now, a random mix of colors and pictures that when you look at it, it looks slightly odd, but if your step back, squint your left eye and tilt your head to the left you can figure out what the picture is. Its a great feeling discovering something in the chaos of life, of finding something to live for.

If only i could be handed a paintbrush, and dip it in some red paint and just paint all over my walls that would just be, great. why red? I have absolutely no reason why. Its just what i think of, red paint. And that to me would just tap the feeling of freedom that flows through my veins, the feeling of being handed something and people standing back and just letting you do whatever you want to with it, like a paintbrush, filled with bold, dangerous, messy red paint. And letting you paint all over their walls. Creating something.

This is the moment where you sigh a big sigh of relief because my word vomit of useless phrases and feelings is coming to an end. :) If you could live in my mind for a day, you would be engulfed with fabric all over the floor, random shoes tucked under couches and chairs, bowls of cereal and ice cream stacked high in the sink, a spilled bottle of nail polish on the carpet, and a paper towel beside it that i attempted to use to clean up, but my cat who is laying in the window seal stole my attention. And then youll find me lounged on the couch with my hair up in a messy bun, wearing sweatpants with paint stains on them, and a juicy couture jacket with a cherry coke in my hand.

:)

Next post ill be back to my usual self, posting of changing the world and being you, but tonight, i decided to let you in my world for a short moment. Maybe its all the t.v ive watched today, whatever it is, at least im done, and feel like i can finally go to sleep, as the Italians say, the sweetness of doing nothing! Goodnight!

"Il Dulce Far Niente"

Paul Mitchell Design's

  So, i went and got my hair done today, and my hair needless to say is ridiculous. It is long, curly, and thick. Like Brooke Shield's Eyebrows thick. Ick! That actually grossed me out, anyway. So my hairdresser has colored my hair, dried it and is now moving on to straightening it. I always hate this part, the straightening part. Why? Because almost every hair dresser ive ever gone too fails to straighten my hair better than i do, maybe i have too high of expectations of hair dressers? Maybe i just have ridiculous hair that God gave to me, because he knew i was the only person on the planet who could work with it (other than my fabulous mother, thanks mom. you rock)

 Anyway, no matter what the reason is to why hair dressers fail at accomplishing straight, smooth, non frizzy hair, is un-known to my knowledge. But she is straightening it, and im watching, cringing internally knowing that im going to have to re-do it at home, for 144$ im having to redo my hair. Yes, i spent that much on my hair today. That in itself is ridiculous.

 So my point being, how many times have you paid too much for something only to get a half- done job. It drives me crazy!

One day i will find the perfect hair dresser who will understand that importance of me looking my absolute best and attempt to take more than 15 minutes on my head of hair.

So wrapping up my very prolonged story, and point, i wonder if that is how we treat God. He literally paid a high price for you. He paid a ridiculous high price to save your life.

We all know the story, he sent his Son, Jesus, to come and die for us so that we could live and not be sentenced to an eternal bondage. But with this well-known story, we often miss the fact that, like my hairdresser, we can do a half-baked job.

I paid a ridiculous price for my hair, why? Because i cherish my hair, it is something that i put time, money and effort into because i want it to look the best it can, and make me look the best i can.

God put time, effort and a price in free-ing you. In making sure that you get the best result, he paid a price so you could figuratively walk out of the salon with top qaulity hair, with a top quality life.

Jesus died so you could walk a free life, full of the best quality and the best possible experiences that would be full of God.

So when someone does a half-baked, half- done task for you, it defeats the purpose of you paying a price for it. Me paying so much money for my hair to be done, then have to go home and do it myself defeats the purpose of me going to someone to do it, when they dont do it to the full measure.

God paid the ultimate price for you, dont give him results that he has to redo later. Live you life full, put time into the things God has given you, appreciate what you have and work with what you have. You dont want to be ripped off, or feel like you dont remember why you go to such lengths to do things for people when you get a crappy result.

God doesnt want a half-baked result from you either.

He wants the whole package, the color, the wash, the dry and the styling all for the the price he paid. He wants your full potential to shine through.

Live your life as a statement of excellent. 

That was all i wanted to say today.

:)

Amante Di Mia Anima