Let's meet again, for the first time. If you could introduce yourself to strangers by another name for just one day, what would it be and why?
I feel as if I have been introducing myself by a new name for the last three or four months. I started a new job back in August, and, for some reason, more than one of my clients has mistakenly called me by my last name, Viola.
This phenomenon is not occurring because I've wanted it to. I always introduce myself clearly as EMILY Viola. I end my e-mails with EMILY Viola, Independent Living Coach. I leave messages stating, "Hi, this is EMILY Viola". Yet, in several face to face meetings, e-mails, and phone calls people have responded with, "Hi, Viola".
This irks me for several reasons. First of all, how much sense would it make for my name to be switched around? "Emily" is generally not a last name. Secondly, how am I being misunderstood so many times to be introducing myself as "Viola"? Especially in an e-mail where it can be clearly read as being a last name?
And finally, this irks simply because my first name is Emily, and I am proud of it. Emily means "industrious" and industrious I am. I work hard and I am successful. I am not a flower, or an instrument, or a character from a children's novel. In a profession where I am regularly under appreciated, I want to at least be recognized for who I REALLY am.
Therefore, if I had a chance to introduce myself by a different name I wouldn't give out anything new. I would simply say, "My name is Emily. Get it right."
Ever heard that saying "Get your ass in the door and your head will follow"? That's what this blog is about.
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Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
I don't believe in the word "should"
What should you have done this year but didn’t because you were too scared, worried, unsure, busy or otherwise deterred from doing? (Bonus: Will you do it?)
I resent the word "should". It implies that there is a task that, if I'm not accomplishing it, I am doing something wrong or I am inadequate. I have lived a lifetime of "shoulds" and this has led to nothing but guilt.
Usually, when I begin to believe that I "should" be doing something it's because of others' expectations, either real or imagined. I'm led to believe that I "should" be going to church or exercising more or donating more money or dressing a certain way. And when I don't do these things, either because it's not practical or healthy or I just plain don't want to, I feel guilty.
If I avoided anything this year it's simply because I wasn't ready to face it. Maybe I wasn't as social as I "should" have been, but that's because I was spending more time taking care of myself. Maybe I didn't exercise as much as I "should" have, but that's because I was spending more time writing or making presents for other people. Maybe I didn't deal with an aspect of my life that "should" be changed, but that's because I'm preoccupied with taking care of other aspects of my life.
I refuse to give in to the idea that I avoided some sort of obligation this year. I did the best that I could, and that was pretty damn awesome.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Travel
How did you travel in 2010? How and/or where would you like to travel next year?
Most of my travel this year took place within Tucson. I was a tourist in my own town! Paul and I like to discover new things in Tucson, and recently we've taken up trying to visit everything on The Best of Tucson 2010 list. So, within Tucson, I've traveled to:
- The Botanical Gardens
- the Rattlesnake Bridge
- Meet Me at Maynard's
- Mt. Lemmon
- The Museum of Art
- Tucson Meet Yourself
- 4th Ave Street Fair
- All Soul's Procession
- Sabino Canyon
- Gates Pass
- The Ostrich Ranch
I love being a tourist in my own town and I plan on continuing to visit all of the fun places in Tucson.
I was lucky enough this year to also be able to visit my family for two weeks over the summer. Cape Cod and Boston were freakin' awesome. And for the first time since I moved away, I truly enjoyed visiting Rochester. I almost didn't want to go back to Tucson! That says a lot about how much I've grown and healed over the past year.
In 2011 Paul and I are planning to visit Europe. FINALLY! I will be going abroad for please and adventure. We're going to Couch Surf and explore and have FUN! We've slowly been saving enough for air fare and we'll be buying our tickets at the end of January.
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I am a Bea-U-tiful butterfly!
Sift through all the photos of you from the past year. Choose one that best captures you; either who you are, or who you strive to be. Find the shot of you that is worth a thousand words. Share the image, who shot it, where, and what it best reveals about you.
This one took me less than 20 minutes to figure out:
Paul took this picture while we were visiting the Botanical Gardens. I love this picture because of the obvious metaphor of metamorphosis. It is such a clear picture of the transformation that I've been experiencing this year and what I hope to become.
This one took me less than 20 minutes to figure out:
Paul took this picture while we were visiting the Botanical Gardens. I love this picture because of the obvious metaphor of metamorphosis. It is such a clear picture of the transformation that I've been experiencing this year and what I hope to become.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Try or Do Not Try. There is No Bucket List: Part Two.
What do you want to try next year? Is there something you wanted to try in 2010? What happened when you did / didn’t go for it?
Like I said in Part One, I am always creating lists in my head of new things I would like to try. Here's what this list might look like:
Like I said in Part One, I am always creating lists in my head of new things I would like to try. Here's what this list might look like:
- Learn to speak Spanish fluently
- That Jamaican restaurant down the street
- An art class
- A writing class
- Performing duets with Paul
- Show a piece of artwork at a gallery
- Make a new friend
- Publish something that I wrote in a magazine or newspaper
- Getting a tattoo
- Standing up for myself
- Traveling to a new city
- Getting out more
- Creating a blog that has a purpose and reaches more people
Try or Do Not Try. There Is No Bucket List: Pt. One
What do you want to try next year? Is there something you wanted to try in 2010? What happened when you did / didn’t go for it?
This prompt sounds suspiciously like making New Year's Resolution or a Bucket List...both of which I am against. Yet I still really like this prompt because I am contstantly making lists in my head of new things I'd like to try and accomplish.
This got a little long so I'm doing it in two parts. The first is 2010:
In 2010 I tried:
Things That I Wanted to Try But Didn't
This prompt sounds suspiciously like making New Year's Resolution or a Bucket List...both of which I am against. Yet I still really like this prompt because I am contstantly making lists in my head of new things I'd like to try and accomplish.
This got a little long so I'm doing it in two parts. The first is 2010:
In 2010 I tried:
- Biking to work
- Living with my boyfriend
- Going to a real yoga class
- Literacy Tutoring
- Cactus fruit
- Geocaching
- Hosting a Girls' Night
- Maintaining a blog
- Meet Me At Maynard's
- To win an adult spelling bee
- To take more control over my emotions and attitude
- To get out of the group home where I worked
- To stop having panic attacks
- Making candy
Things That I Wanted to Try But Didn't
- Real CouchSurfing
- Reading aloud at a poetry slam
- Performing duets with Paul
- Traveling alone
- Initiating a conversation with an interesting looking stranger
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Five MInutes
Imagine you will completely lose your memory of 2010 in five minutes. Set an alarm for five minutes and capture the things you most want to remember about 2010.
Imagining that I will completely lose my memory in five minutes is a little cheesy, but I do enjoy timed free writes. So here's what spits out of my mind in five minutes without editing!
Imagining that I will completely lose my memory in five minutes is a little cheesy, but I do enjoy timed free writes. So here's what spits out of my mind in five minutes without editing!
The memory that I’d like to remember most would probably be how much self care and healing I’ve completed over the past year. My greatest accomplishment has been the amount of healing I’ve done. I learned how to be alone, how to appreciate myself, and began to be less afraid of the self-reflection that comes with loneliness.Uh, so, apparently five minutes is not very long. Good thing I'm not ACTUALLY losing my memory!
As far as actual events, this year wasn’t too exciting. I loved having my mom and brother visit, and Katrina stayed with me for a couple of weeks. It was a fun surprise to find her on my doorstep one morning at 5am!
I’ve also had two new jobs. I switched from the group home to in-home services. Several hundred panic attacks later I switched from in-home to independent living and for the first time since Heritage Christian Services I am happy!
I definitely want to remember the All Souls Procession. Moving in with Paul was pretty great. I don’t want to forget my trip home in the summer. I had a great time in Cape Cod, Boston and Rochester.
I absolutely never want to forget the poetry readings. The Ocotillo Poetry slam and the All Souls No Pants. Those were experiences that were more spiritual than any church service I’ve ever been to.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
A love letter for the internet
What’s the one thing you have come to appreciate most in the past year? How do you express gratitude for it?
I used to have a social life...in real life. I used to go out for lunch or spend Saturday night in a bar or have friends over to play board games. I used to throw fun parties and cook dinners and a good number of people would attend because I'd lived in the same place for 22 years and I knew everyone.
Then I moved to the other side of the country to a city where I didn't know anyone. Not a single person. For some strange reason, I thought it would be easy to continue to have a real social life, with regular face to face interactions. I thought I would still go out on Saturday nights and meet lots of new people and invite them over for dinner and drinks.
What was I thinking?
Meeting new people is NOT easy. I discovered that I am actually painfully shy and that regular face to face interactions with strangers causes me to shrivel into a small pile of anxiety. I began to lose my ability to form complete sentences...unless I was talking to the stray cat that I had recently adopted.
For this reason, I learned to greatly appreciate the internet. The internet saved me from becoming a complete recluse who has no contact with the outside human world. (Again, I'm great with cats.) Facebook helped me to stay connected to family and friends on the other side of the country. Many times, these electronic chats saved me from sinking into lonely despair.
I also used the internet to connect with strangers. I used to discount this form of communication, thinking that speaking with someone I don't know who I can't see or actually hear isn't a valid way to communicate. I feel differently now. Of course, talking to someone face to face is always preferred. But when that's not possible, communicating with like minded people through online communities (like #reverb10 !) can be valuable.
I have found so much inspiration through the internet! Ideas, prompts, tutorials, new knowledge...creative motivators abound. Without the internet, I probably would not have learned about art journaling and if I had, I probably would have been limited in my ideas for what to create. I have read countless inspirational stories about people following their artistic dreams and this has been helping me to slowly move in that same direction.
So I have grown to appreciate the internet for it's ability to connect me with the outside world when I felt so isolated and bored. Those of us who spend this much time on the web sometimes get a reputation for being hermits with a lack of social skills and few contributions to society. But I argue that the resources, knowledge, and relationships I've gained through this portal have been well worth the hours of sunlight I didn't soak up, the bars I haven't visited, and the parties I haven't thrown.
I used to have a social life...in real life. I used to go out for lunch or spend Saturday night in a bar or have friends over to play board games. I used to throw fun parties and cook dinners and a good number of people would attend because I'd lived in the same place for 22 years and I knew everyone.
Then I moved to the other side of the country to a city where I didn't know anyone. Not a single person. For some strange reason, I thought it would be easy to continue to have a real social life, with regular face to face interactions. I thought I would still go out on Saturday nights and meet lots of new people and invite them over for dinner and drinks.
What was I thinking?
Meeting new people is NOT easy. I discovered that I am actually painfully shy and that regular face to face interactions with strangers causes me to shrivel into a small pile of anxiety. I began to lose my ability to form complete sentences...unless I was talking to the stray cat that I had recently adopted.
For this reason, I learned to greatly appreciate the internet. The internet saved me from becoming a complete recluse who has no contact with the outside human world. (Again, I'm great with cats.) Facebook helped me to stay connected to family and friends on the other side of the country. Many times, these electronic chats saved me from sinking into lonely despair.
I also used the internet to connect with strangers. I used to discount this form of communication, thinking that speaking with someone I don't know who I can't see or actually hear isn't a valid way to communicate. I feel differently now. Of course, talking to someone face to face is always preferred. But when that's not possible, communicating with like minded people through online communities (like #reverb10 !) can be valuable.
I have found so much inspiration through the internet! Ideas, prompts, tutorials, new knowledge...creative motivators abound. Without the internet, I probably would not have learned about art journaling and if I had, I probably would have been limited in my ideas for what to create. I have read countless inspirational stories about people following their artistic dreams and this has been helping me to slowly move in that same direction.
So I have grown to appreciate the internet for it's ability to connect me with the outside world when I felt so isolated and bored. Those of us who spend this much time on the web sometimes get a reputation for being hermits with a lack of social skills and few contributions to society. But I argue that the resources, knowledge, and relationships I've gained through this portal have been well worth the hours of sunlight I didn't soak up, the bars I haven't visited, and the parties I haven't thrown.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Great, I voted. Now what?
When it comes to aspirations, it’s not about ideas. It’s about making ideas happen. What’s your next step?
Hey, here's another topic that I've been wanting to write about for a while but have been struggling to put it into words. Thanks, reverb!
I was spurred into thinking about this after election day this year. I felt proud and satisfied that I had taken the action to vote (and voted early, too!)
I felt this way until I saw the results on election night. Not only was the governer I had purposefully voted against elected, but the proposition to legalize medical marijuana had been rejected, so I couldn't even take anything to ease the pain.*** I realized at this time how little voting actually does.
My dissapointment, however, goes beyond just election results. It is a pervasive feeling that grows every time I listen to the news and hear about how little is accomplished by the government. I regularly feel that problems and issues continue to grow for the majority of American citizens while the small group of people who represent us fight like children and accomplish very little.
I feel helpless. I feel that I should be able to have more power to change those issues that affect me. So, since election day, I've been searching for options. What can I do to have greater political power? How can I change my city and my country for the better? How can I bring about the positive change that I want to see?
I haven't yet found a clear answer. There is always protesting, petitioning, and writing letters to senators. But I want more! What can I do directly?
*This was a joke. I do not actually smoke marijuana.
**The proposition later passed by 300 votes.
***I still can't smoke marijuana because I don't have a medical condition that causes chronic pain. So I'm back to "square 1."
Hey, here's another topic that I've been wanting to write about for a while but have been struggling to put it into words. Thanks, reverb!
I was spurred into thinking about this after election day this year. I felt proud and satisfied that I had taken the action to vote (and voted early, too!)
I felt this way until I saw the results on election night. Not only was the governer I had purposefully voted against elected, but the proposition to legalize medical marijuana had been rejected, so I couldn't even take anything to ease the pain.*** I realized at this time how little voting actually does.
My dissapointment, however, goes beyond just election results. It is a pervasive feeling that grows every time I listen to the news and hear about how little is accomplished by the government. I regularly feel that problems and issues continue to grow for the majority of American citizens while the small group of people who represent us fight like children and accomplish very little.
I feel helpless. I feel that I should be able to have more power to change those issues that affect me. So, since election day, I've been searching for options. What can I do to have greater political power? How can I change my city and my country for the better? How can I bring about the positive change that I want to see?
I haven't yet found a clear answer. There is always protesting, petitioning, and writing letters to senators. But I want more! What can I do directly?
*This was a joke. I do not actually smoke marijuana.
**The proposition later passed by 300 votes.
***I still can't smoke marijuana because I don't have a medical condition that causes chronic pain. So I'm back to "square 1."
Sunday, December 12, 2010
22 Things
What are 11 things your life doesn’t need in 2011? How will you go about eliminating them? How will getting rid of these 11 things change your life?
I'm not entirely in love with this prompt but I've been thinking about it ever since it hit by inbox so I have to write about it.
11 Things I Don't Need in My Life:
I'm not entirely in love with this prompt but I've been thinking about it ever since it hit by inbox so I have to write about it.
11 Things I Don't Need in My Life:
- Panic attacks: I've been soooo over these since high school. Yet they're so hard to get rid of.
- Quite so much e-mail: I've been in a habit lately of signing up for e-mail updates from all of my favorite websites. It's fun having new e-mails all the time, but it's also starting to become information overload.
- Twitter: Twitter has been great for connecting with people for this reverb project, but I just do NOT understand the purpose of this website. Expressing thoughts in 140 characters or less is also turning out to be kind of annoying.
- Worry: Obviously, this is not productive and has led to many a wasted night.
- Guilt: I've got this feeling down to a science. A ridculous, harmful science. There is a time and a place for guilt. Every second of every day is not that time or place.
- Allergies: I'm currently fighting them with a combination of a nettle supplement, locally produced honey, and a saline spray. It's feels nice to be able to breathe freely for a few hours a day.
- Chemicals: I going through a slow, slow process of weaning myself off of my psych medications and replacing them with natural rememdies. I despise what the medications do to my body in the name of sanity.
- Fear: The world is kind of a scary place. It'd be nice if that changed.
- Hair: I really want to shave my head again. That was so comfortable.
- Taxes: Honestly, Tucson, 9.1%? And you wanted to raise them? Also, can I please remind you of how little money I ALREADY make before you eviscerate my paycheck?
- Mental noise: No, I'm not hearing things. I just need to stop arguing with myself and over thinking things!
- Art: Done by me and others. More creating art and more observing and interacting with art.
- Books: I need to spend much more time reading.
- Women: I am starting to really feel the lack of female friends in my life. Also, my boyfriend Paul is a terrible judge of fashion and no help when I am shopping or getting dressed in the morning.
- Adventure: We are planning a trip to Europe and that is a big adventure. I'd also like more small, daily adventures like following the man wearing the banana suit at the street fair and traveling down an unmarked road to visit a client who has 3 pet emus.
- Assertiveness: DAMN- standing up for myself is one of the greatest highs I'll ever experience.
- Biking: My day always starts off better when I ride my bike. It's another natural high and it feels great to be out of my car.
- Snail mail!!: I absolutely love getting letters and cards in the mail. It always makes my day.
- Money: Yup. I work for pennies. It'd be nice to get some quarters once in a while.
- Paul: My lover has been taken from me by school, work and guitar. We live together and I still don't get a lot of time with him.
- Travel: "I was not made for just one corner of the world"
- Depth: I've been feeling a little shallow and less than intellectual while writing some of these posts. I'd like to be able to express myself in more depth and maybe even use some big words.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Tipsy Self Love
Beautifully different. Think about what makes you different and what you do that lights people up. Reflect on all the things that make you different - you'll find they're what make you beautiful.
I am excited about this prompt! I love to talk about myself.
I also often think about how different I am from other people.
Because I am. I'm strange.
I don't often think about how being strange makes me beautiful. So here goes:
I love that I don't wear make-up and I'm still HOT! For most of my life I haven't had a problem getting dates. The natural me is beautiful. I don't have to cover up imperfections in order to step out in public.
Sometimes I wear strange outfits, too. I stand out at the office a lot because we have such a causal dress code and I like to dress up. I'm comfortable in skirts and bright colors. I'm beautiful because I stand out.
I'm not just about my looks. I've been known to not care much about the way I look. In fact, once I shaved my head just because it's damn hot here in the summer and I wanted to be comfortable. I was NOT any less beautiful. I think I might have actually been more beautiful due to how much more often I smiled.
These things seem so minor compared to what I feel like is a glaringly obvious difference between me and the rest of the world: I feel weak. For most of my life as I struggle with depression the struggle seems so public and obvious. I've always felt like I can't handle myself or my emotions or my problems as well as anyone else because I always seem to be publicly falling apart in one way or another: getting sad for no apparent reason, having panic attacks, talking too fast because I'm nervous, or calling in sick because I'm overwhelmed.
What I've realized over the years is that I'm not actually weaker than anyone else. Everyone is weak in one way or another. The beautiful difference between me and everyone else is that I show my weakness. Showing weakness takes bravery, and bravery is beautiful.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Why I felt so alive while honoring the dead:
"Moment. Pick one moment during which you felt most alive this year. Describe it in vivid detail (texture, smells, voices, noises, colors)."
This is actually a topic I've been meaning to write about for a month or so but haven't been able to find the words. Let's see if I can accurately express my experience today.
Ironically, the moment when I felt most alive occurred during the All Souls Procession this November, a huge celebration meant to honor "departed ancestors". In order to explain why this moment made me feel so alive, I have to give you a background story involving The Hospital Visit of 2009.
Last year I was in the hospital when Tucson's magical All Soul's Procession occurred. A friend came to visit me in the hospital and described her experience of being involved in the procession. Her story made me cry: it sounded beautiful and I missed it because I had stupidly gotten myself trapped in the hospital. Later that night there were images and video of the Procession shown on the news that we watched while working on jigsaw puzzles to pass the time. The Procession looked as beautiful as my friend had made it sound.
This year the Procession became a celebration to me not only of my departed ancestors but of the fact that I didn't depart. I wrestled with self hatred and despair and lived to tell about it. I realized how much I wanted to be and stay alive.
So when I came to the edge of the Procession and saw the costumes and floats I began to cry. I felt free...and I was reminded that I am alive. To follow today's prompt, here is that moment in detail:
The sun was beginning to set, so the sky was orange and yellow and white. The air was perfectly cool and fresh. Hundreds of people were milling about Fourth Avenue, wearing an array of incredible costumes that represented people who had passed away who they'd like to honor. People wore black and painted their faces like skeletons, or they wore elaborate dresses and glittery, homemade masks. Personally, I was wearing my Great Grandma Herzog's flannel skirt that she's given me and one of her brooches. I was also wearing a halter top- between the warm weather and the constant walking through a crowd it was warm enough for this outfit all night.
Everyone was occupied with a task, whether it was painting their faces, putting the finishing touches on their float, or taking pictures of the sights around them. I was somewhat preoccupied with the third option. There were so many sights that I wanted to remember and I wanted to be able to describe the experience to people after I left.
I think what was so magical about it was that so many strangers gathered for the same purpose: to honor people who had died before them and to remind themselves that death is never far; that their own lives are precious and short. This idea was represented and repeated in hundreds of different ways.
I'm rambling; I'm having difficulty describing the reality of the night. This is why I haven't written about it before! Let me leave you with a few pictures from the night and maybe in the future I'll be able to do a better job of explaining myself.
This is actually a topic I've been meaning to write about for a month or so but haven't been able to find the words. Let's see if I can accurately express my experience today.
Ironically, the moment when I felt most alive occurred during the All Souls Procession this November, a huge celebration meant to honor "departed ancestors". In order to explain why this moment made me feel so alive, I have to give you a background story involving The Hospital Visit of 2009.
Last year I was in the hospital when Tucson's magical All Soul's Procession occurred. A friend came to visit me in the hospital and described her experience of being involved in the procession. Her story made me cry: it sounded beautiful and I missed it because I had stupidly gotten myself trapped in the hospital. Later that night there were images and video of the Procession shown on the news that we watched while working on jigsaw puzzles to pass the time. The Procession looked as beautiful as my friend had made it sound.
This year the Procession became a celebration to me not only of my departed ancestors but of the fact that I didn't depart. I wrestled with self hatred and despair and lived to tell about it. I realized how much I wanted to be and stay alive.
So when I came to the edge of the Procession and saw the costumes and floats I began to cry. I felt free...and I was reminded that I am alive. To follow today's prompt, here is that moment in detail:
The sun was beginning to set, so the sky was orange and yellow and white. The air was perfectly cool and fresh. Hundreds of people were milling about Fourth Avenue, wearing an array of incredible costumes that represented people who had passed away who they'd like to honor. People wore black and painted their faces like skeletons, or they wore elaborate dresses and glittery, homemade masks. Personally, I was wearing my Great Grandma Herzog's flannel skirt that she's given me and one of her brooches. I was also wearing a halter top- between the warm weather and the constant walking through a crowd it was warm enough for this outfit all night.
Everyone was occupied with a task, whether it was painting their faces, putting the finishing touches on their float, or taking pictures of the sights around them. I was somewhat preoccupied with the third option. There were so many sights that I wanted to remember and I wanted to be able to describe the experience to people after I left.
I think what was so magical about it was that so many strangers gathered for the same purpose: to honor people who had died before them and to remind themselves that death is never far; that their own lives are precious and short. This idea was represented and repeated in hundreds of different ways.
I'm rambling; I'm having difficulty describing the reality of the night. This is why I haven't written about it before! Let me leave you with a few pictures from the night and maybe in the future I'll be able to do a better job of explaining myself.
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