There are so many distractions. They assault my senses daily; overwhelming and over stimulating sights and sounds that leave me feeling numb.
And I'm tired of it.
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Showing posts with label real talk. Show all posts
One Liner Wednesday 014
Just a few little funny quotes from the kids this week.
"Ms. Samantha, you look more prettier today than yesterday!" -Chondra, 1st grade
"I sound like a horse." -Eric, 1st grade
"They're so old that they're dead." -Lizzy, 3rd grade
"I face planted." -Annie, 1st grade
"Ms. Samantha, you look more prettier today than yesterday!" -Chondra, 1st grade
"I sound like a horse." -Eric, 1st grade
"They're so old that they're dead." -Lizzy, 3rd grade
"I face planted." -Annie, 1st grade
Thanks guys, till next time.
Love, Little Mouse
Back to Reality
Today was the first day of school where I live, which made it the first day of work for me. This was the first summer break that I really felt was far too short. As much I enjoyed my time off thoroughly, it felt as if the summer was packed with more things to do than the rest of the entire year was.
Some Updates on My Move Into Minimalism
Hey there! Sorry it's been a while. I've had quite a bit going on, let me tell you a little about it...actually, it's a bit of a story, so I hope you're in for the long-read.
What's In My Bag...
I have always enjoyed seeing what other people choose to carry around with them and consider essential. So of course, I love "What's In My Bag" videos and blog posts. It's a way to be nosy without really being nosy. So without further ado, here's a look at what I carry around in my everyday bag.
6 Life Lessons I've Learned Through My 20's
I have been thinking a lot lately about the experiences I've had over the years and what I've learned, and how those things have shaped me as an adult. It feels a bit surreal to reflect on the past in comparison to the present. I view situations and solutions so differently now than I once did. I am still in my 20's, 28 to be exact; still, I feel as though I've had to grow so much in the last ten years and I feel like I'm a completely different person than I who I once was and who I thought I would be.
These things may sound cliché, but I felt like sharing some of the things I've learned through my 20's that may seem like common-sense, but are surprisingly not...as I have learned whether through my own mistakes or those of others.
These things may sound cliché, but I felt like sharing some of the things I've learned through my 20's that may seem like common-sense, but are surprisingly not...as I have learned whether through my own mistakes or those of others.
Blogging Fail
So...
I disappeared from my blog. For pretty much the entire month of July.
It wasn't intentional by any means, but it was necessary. July was insanely packed with things that I had to prepare for, be present for, or patiently put up with. There were moments of extreme stress, and moments of complete calm. Regardless of what specifically was going on in my life, being actively engaged in work on my blog just was not a priority for me during this past month.
I have missed blogging though, so I'm looking forward to getting back on the wagon again. I have lots I'd like to try to talk about in a short amount of time, so *hopefully* there will be more frequent posts up here. I'm a work in progress, don't give up on me yet!
Thank you so very much to those that have stuck around and for those that have newly subscribed via Bloglovin'; I really and truly appreciate your support and interest. I will do my best not to disappoint!
I disappeared from my blog. For pretty much the entire month of July.
It wasn't intentional by any means, but it was necessary. July was insanely packed with things that I had to prepare for, be present for, or patiently put up with. There were moments of extreme stress, and moments of complete calm. Regardless of what specifically was going on in my life, being actively engaged in work on my blog just was not a priority for me during this past month.
I have missed blogging though, so I'm looking forward to getting back on the wagon again. I have lots I'd like to try to talk about in a short amount of time, so *hopefully* there will be more frequent posts up here. I'm a work in progress, don't give up on me yet!
Thank you so very much to those that have stuck around and for those that have newly subscribed via Bloglovin'; I really and truly appreciate your support and interest. I will do my best not to disappoint!
Thank you and till next time!
Love, Little Mouse
Is It Worth the Price? (Nails Inc Gel Effect vs Sinful Colors)
OHMYWORD! What happened to me this last week?! I failed. But I am here now to redeem myself. Let's talk about some nail polishes, specifically a $15 nail polish versus a $2 nail polish.
I mentioned in the haul I posted last week that I went on a bender with the Nails Inc Gel Effect polishes. I had tried the color Porchester Square and had loved the way it wore throughout the week so much that I thought it would be worth investing in a few more shades.
When my order arrived, I realized that the color Baker St. is an exact match for the Sinful Colors nail polish in Endless Blue; which I already owned. This was the perfect opportunity to compare the two brands to see how they stacked against each other.
Concealer Compulsion
Finding the right concealer is one of those things that you wouldn't imagine to be a challenge. The funny thing is, I was never overly concerned with my dark, under-eye circles until getting hooked on Youtube beauty channels. I used to just buy either one of two concealers that I felt worked well for me. Suddenly I found myself looking critically at every spot, speck, and shadow on my face; deciding that all those imperfections were too imperfect, and that every product I had been using was not good enough to make my skin look absolutely flawless. The dark circles under my eyes became a particular fixation. I began exploring different brands, colors, and formulations of concealers, abandoning the ones I had trusted for so long.
Ultimately I have learned that I never should have strayed from what I knew worked for me before.
What a Week
This week has been rather hectic, to say the least. Between car problems to celebrating my five year wedding anniversary, along with other schedule interruptions, it feels like I never had a moment to really stop and catch my breath until today. I had several posts planned for the week, but seeing as I got none of them up, I thought it would be nice to play a little catch up.
Setting Small Goals
So many changes have come about in the last few months. To be honest, I became completely derailed from a good schedule and disenchanted in all the things I had been working towards and the goals I had set. I keep hearing that it's normal to experience that after going through a traumatic loss. Whether it's "normal" or not, it is what I've been going through.
I've been allowing myself to grieve and feel hurt or numb. It's gotten to the point now that I'm tired of spending unproductive hours binge watching Youtube and on Pinterest, using the excuse that "I'm sad, so I can't do anything." Doing this leaves me feeling more anxious and unfulfilled than if I were to just get up and do something. I cannot be happy with myself unless I'm doing something, anything, that is forward momentum and I think it's a healthier way to deal with grief than to give up on everything. So it's time that I get back into a consistent schedule and set some new realistic goals for myself.
Let Me Tell You a Story...
It was a rainy, autumn night. I was going over to my grandparents' home with my tiny, sea foam green Hello Kitty sewing machine, a bag brimming full with royal blue, corduroy material, and my sewing kit in tow. I was looking forward to my evening: my grandmother was going to teach me how to properly use my new sewing machine, a wedding gift, to make the full skirt of my dreams.
I thought it was going to be the easiest thing. Ever.
I thought it was going to be the easiest thing. Ever.
Brief Update
This past weekend, I lost a very dear and important family member in death. I have been grieving and supporting my family at this time, and as a result probably won't get back into a blogging schedule for a little while. I am hoping to start posting regularly again soon, as writing, for me at least, is quite therapeutic. However I can't currently think of anything worth writing about.
I appreciate the continued support during my absence. All the best to those of you reading this. Please tell the people you love how much you care about them EVERY DAY, make every moment you have with them happy, and cherish those moments. Please.
I appreciate the continued support during my absence. All the best to those of you reading this. Please tell the people you love how much you care about them EVERY DAY, make every moment you have with them happy, and cherish those moments. Please.
Love, Little Mouse
It's a Bad Habit, Babe
Let's talk about a bad habit I have.
Like most people these days, I have a lot of anxiety. I'm not unique, I know. And like most people who suffer from anxiety, I have little nervous habits that are a sure tell. Restless legs, lip or nail biting, skin picking, hair twisting, finger tapping, ect.
So, I Had a Bad Week...
Sometimes I feel silly for having a blog and writing about such frivolous things as makeup and fashion, when there are so many issues in the world today, so many ideas to share, so many worthwhile things to create or write about. It seems a bit shallow to focus a lot of my time and energy on trivial matters.
The thing is, I feel too much. Every instance of injustice I hear of or witness, every hurt, loss, or struggle that comes to my attention, strikes deep at my heart. I'm extremely sensitive to the feelings of others, to their life stories. I love hearing about what others have experienced, overcome, and learned from. However, no matter how many "success" stories I hear, I am acutely reminded that the issues plaguing mankind remain. For every triumphant story, there are three or four tragic ones, stories without a happy ending, or with any ending. I am constantly reminded of how much pain every human being faces in their life.
And I'm tired of feeling so much pain.
So I talk about things that seem shallow, trivial, frivolous. Because those things hurt far less to talk about than deep social issues. Saying that may make me sound shallow, but I sincerely am not a shallow person. I have a very active imagination, and am constantly thinking of new ways to solve problems, songs to write, battles to be won, innovative things to create. I love art, literature, music, science, and psychology. I want to learn as much as I possibly can for as long as I live.
But I don't want to share those things with others. Because to share my ideas, my deep, personal feelings and what I create from them or my personal thoughts on major issues is to make myself vulnerable; fragile, breakable. It means I would be willing subjecting myself to criticism; negative and disparaging remarks from those who disagree or are hostile. I simply don't want that. And I don't think that I'm a bad person for wanting to avoid that.
Some say I'm too negative and pessimistic. I am working on having a more positive attitude. I really am. But I'm not going to fool myself into thinking that anything I write is going to have any impact on society whatsoever. And I certainly am in no way going to solve issues by talking about should be done. So I'll continue to write about trivial things, because it's a hobby and a way for me to take a sensory break from so much internal chaos. Maybe one day I'll want to share the things that haunt me, the strong opinions I have regarding major issues. Personally, I feel that it's more important to do my part by actually doing something to help rather than to just write about what ought to be done, and to do it without drawing attention to myself for it. So many people talk about what should be done or brag about what they are doing, and, to me, that seems as though they've completely missed the point of bringing attention to an issue.
For now, I just want to suspend my emotions and write about things that make me forget how sad life can be. Even if doing so makes me seem like a vapid, shallow person. I know who I really am, and I don't need to prove who that person is to anyone else. And honestly, who cares if I like to talk about trivial things?! Things are not what define me, it's what I do, why I do it, and how I do it that defines me. That goes for everyone. I'm allowed to enjoy things AND still have awesome ideas.
This post probably makes me sound absolutely insane and completely self-absorbed. I've just had a really difficult week, with far too much emotional upheaval, and it's gotten me thinking about what I'm doing with my life. Hence the irrational venting. I swear, I usually write this sort of thing in a personal journal so that my venting doesn't affect anyone else. I'm feeling a lot more angst this week than usual.
The thing is, I feel too much. Every instance of injustice I hear of or witness, every hurt, loss, or struggle that comes to my attention, strikes deep at my heart. I'm extremely sensitive to the feelings of others, to their life stories. I love hearing about what others have experienced, overcome, and learned from. However, no matter how many "success" stories I hear, I am acutely reminded that the issues plaguing mankind remain. For every triumphant story, there are three or four tragic ones, stories without a happy ending, or with any ending. I am constantly reminded of how much pain every human being faces in their life.
And I'm tired of feeling so much pain.
So I talk about things that seem shallow, trivial, frivolous. Because those things hurt far less to talk about than deep social issues. Saying that may make me sound shallow, but I sincerely am not a shallow person. I have a very active imagination, and am constantly thinking of new ways to solve problems, songs to write, battles to be won, innovative things to create. I love art, literature, music, science, and psychology. I want to learn as much as I possibly can for as long as I live.
But I don't want to share those things with others. Because to share my ideas, my deep, personal feelings and what I create from them or my personal thoughts on major issues is to make myself vulnerable; fragile, breakable. It means I would be willing subjecting myself to criticism; negative and disparaging remarks from those who disagree or are hostile. I simply don't want that. And I don't think that I'm a bad person for wanting to avoid that.
Some say I'm too negative and pessimistic. I am working on having a more positive attitude. I really am. But I'm not going to fool myself into thinking that anything I write is going to have any impact on society whatsoever. And I certainly am in no way going to solve issues by talking about should be done. So I'll continue to write about trivial things, because it's a hobby and a way for me to take a sensory break from so much internal chaos. Maybe one day I'll want to share the things that haunt me, the strong opinions I have regarding major issues. Personally, I feel that it's more important to do my part by actually doing something to help rather than to just write about what ought to be done, and to do it without drawing attention to myself for it. So many people talk about what should be done or brag about what they are doing, and, to me, that seems as though they've completely missed the point of bringing attention to an issue.
For now, I just want to suspend my emotions and write about things that make me forget how sad life can be. Even if doing so makes me seem like a vapid, shallow person. I know who I really am, and I don't need to prove who that person is to anyone else. And honestly, who cares if I like to talk about trivial things?! Things are not what define me, it's what I do, why I do it, and how I do it that defines me. That goes for everyone. I'm allowed to enjoy things AND still have awesome ideas.
This post probably makes me sound absolutely insane and completely self-absorbed. I've just had a really difficult week, with far too much emotional upheaval, and it's gotten me thinking about what I'm doing with my life. Hence the irrational venting. I swear, I usually write this sort of thing in a personal journal so that my venting doesn't affect anyone else. I'm feeling a lot more angst this week than usual.
Love, Little Mouse
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