Note to Self:

Dear Future Self,
There are some things I've been meaning to tell you...

1. Stop letting others judgment affect your decisions. It's not their life, it's yours. And you're stronger than that, okay?
2. Keep blogging. You'll thank yourself one day for chronicling these lovely sadistic angst filled years. Also, please don't start composing intense raw poetry about the angst filled darkness that is your existence. C'mon. Get over yourself, people. We're all better than that.
3. "Oh it is hard to give in! But it is worse to risk everything for stubborn pride" Ahh Creon. He said it best. Please don't let pride submit to stubbornness. You don't want to end up like Creon, and disrupt your state and kill your family. Well, I doubt you'd let things go that far... But seriously, pride is not worth compromising your happiness. Just don't let it go too far.
   
4. Figure out and accept who you are. Not to get all Sunday School on you, but the people who matter will always love you.
   
5. Don't give up on people you love. You're not very generous with the whole I love you thing. That's okay. Few people deserve your love, and if they do, you owe it to them to give 2nd, 3rd, and 4th chances. You must have loved them for a reason, right?
   
6. Take time for yourself. It's kind hard being as fabulous as you are, so you deserve that mani-pedi combo.
   
7. Know your limits. You already do, but I'm just saying, don't let yourself forget them. That's how you end up the subject of a health class video. That's not the way you want to be remembered, right?
   
8. Do what ever the hell makes you happy. ( within reason)
9. Become the person you want to be. You control you're future. So make the right choices, k?
10. I felt like I should add a tenth piece of advice. Just to make things even, but I don't really have one. Ten just seems like such a nice number, you know? But on the other hand, I feel like I shouldn't add a 10th advice, because that would mean submitting to what everyone else thinks is normal or right. Isn't that what your against, anyway?
    
11. So I'll add an eleventh, just because I can.
    

Yours,
Current Self.


ps. I love you.

Melting into Spring

After over six months of snow and gray skies, spring is incredible. Snow melts, birds chirp, bunnies hop, etc. ect... But I was disappointed as I walked home one afternoon. The sidewalk was littered with McDonalds wrappers, gum packets, and organic pizza boxes. I felt a twang of irony as I passed three Annie's organic pizza boxes. Organic food, boasting of saving the world by eliminating pesticide pollution, still ultimately became litter. Those organic pizzas sat in the same yard as their blood enemies, BicMacs.

Funny isn't it? Everything, even with the best initial intentions, can turn tragic. All the good, all the pesticides conserved, the local farmers who benefited, didn't matter. Someone pridefully overpaid to buy organic, yet that same person couldn't even dispose of the product properly. Those pizza boxes now were just another piece of ugly litter. I still had hope for the pizza boxes. Perhaps their good could be rectified, with just a little extra effort. The next day, I picked up all the litter around my block.

The winter's snow hid candy wrappers, plastic cups, and old newspapers. Snow will always melt, exposing the ugly and forgotten. Our problems and waste won't hide forever. They are always exposed.

So pick up trash, and mend the problems hidden by winter.