Archive for February, 2009

After checking like five different gossip sites and thumbing through the magazines that were piled on my desk at work this morning, I paused.

I closed the mags, the site windows and began to think about exactly how much time we spend following the lives of others. In life there seems to be the people that DO and the people that WATCH what those people do.

If we had to break down in percentage how much time per day we spend tracking the occurrences in other people’s lives what would we come up with?

How much time do we spend on making our own lives “Watchable”, interesting, exciting, lively, special?

How much time do we invest in brightening our own lights versus standing in awe of the light permeating from our “stars”, or further, in the light we award them?

I have nothing against keeping up with current events. I recommend it. But, at what point does it stop being staying abreast and turn into living vicariously while not living at all?

The accolades, the drama (omg I can’t believe they are divorcing. I KNEW he was grimey), the declines, the ups, the downs, even the day-to-days (Look! Halle Berry drinks coffee like normal people…**blank stare**)…we follow it all…Eager to get the latest juicy piece of information about the people we’ve placed in this elite alien nation.

When did us “normal folk” stop living for us. I fall victim at times. Hell, I’m in the mag industry, my access to the junk is unlimited. The mere voyeuristic excitement of looking into the lives of others and being able to quietly judge them or even live through them, is quite alluring.

But, the smut stops here. A detox is in order.

I imagine our personal lives would be so much more exciting if we stopped worrying about what is going on in everyone else’s and began concentrating on bettering our own, getting InTouch with ourselves. It’s a process but it’s worth working at.

Don’t you think you deserve all the attention you give “stars”?

Stop worrying about what she/he is wearing and look in the mirror. How do YOU look? and How much better would you feel about your life if you made every day your own personal red carpet appearance?

Be your own celebrity, cupcake. Hell, be your own paparazzi too.

Shine on,

miss cyu

I don’t know what it is. Perhaps there really is something to this whole Mercury being out of retrograde because productivity has been my middle name for the past two weeks. It happened all of a sudden as if I just snapped out of a year-long daydream and realized, oh shit, I have work to do.

The lesson I’m learning currently is how much easier things happen when you let go. It’s like the difference between relaxing and panicking when you feel as if you are about to drown. If you panic you will undoubtedly sink; when you relax, your body naturally floats. When you let go in life, things fall into place.

I’ve been perfecting my dead man’s float lol. Glad my nana taught me how to do it when I was little. Spread your arms and legs and relax every fiber of your being. You will find yourself on top of the water’s current. I can admit…now…almost…that I fight the tendency at times to be a bit of a control freak. In my mind it’s just so much easier to get something done right when you do it yourself. I still believe this to a certain extent. My problem was that I was trying to control things that were not in my power to control.

It’s like this: I recently had a convo with one of my sistergirls and later the same with a male associate. They both have the same problem; they are horrified beyond belief of flying. I mean borderline panic attack every time they board a plane. Being that I’m a nomad and can’t stay in one place too long without beginning to itch, I’ve become quite the jet-setter and can’t really relate to their ever-looming fear. (I don’t count the one episode of anxiety surrounding losing my dad). So, I explained the art of flying as such: When in a plane you have to remember that you are NOT the pilot. You have NO say in how the pilot and his crew manages the aircraft. YOU have no experience with operating an aircraft. YOU don’t know what sounds to listen for, what movements to feel through, what signs to look for. So why worry yourself?? All YOU can do is sit in your seat and pray to your God that all goes well in His sky.

The PILOT, on the other hand, has years upon years of experience under his belt (unless you’re dealing with a janky airline which then would be your fault) of doing exactly what he/she is about to do with the plane you are on. The PILOT has done this thousands of times. Let the PILOT fly the plane.

DON’T WORRY ABOUT WHAT YOU CANNOT CONTROL.

LET GO AND LET GOD.

Period.

You’ll see how different the experience is.

The same goes for your life and it reminds me of the prayer:

Lord grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

In short:

Relax and you’ll see how easily you ride above life’s currents.

- miss cyu