The Real Power of Social Media pt.2

Dear Berners,

I’m typically one of those strange people who prefers actual human contact versus liking statuses on facebook and retweeting posts on twitter. My overall view of social media has been, up to this point – rather bleak. I’ve viewed it more as a disconnection than a connection.

That is, until this election process begun.

All of the sudden, I find myself inclined to open these apps and within are profound discoveries in human emotion, mass connection under a righteous cause, and I have found such immense beauty in being a part of this machine that has been the most honest form of media out there. Imagine that?!

There are people fighting hard to keep it honest, too! The Young Turks, and Huffpost, as well as average everyday users like you and me – we want the truth to be heard, read, and understood!

So, whereas the first part to my blog about the power of social media painted this picture of it being a destructive force, I am literally confounded to find myself with an intense sense of purpose, and of joy when I connect with like minded people who share a common interest in something much greater than ourselves. Something worth believing in.

I say, “something,” and not “someone,” because to me, it’s bigger than Bernie Sanders. To me the revolution is YUUUUGE! United we stand, divided we fall. So the fact that you don’t know me, but you know I’m behind this revolution, fighting and hoping that the revolution includes Bernie Sanders as the POTUS – you immediately identify with me. You know, somehow, that we are kindred spirits and we unite under this cause that, upon an actual battlefield, I could look you in the eye, you look at me, we instinctively know that we’ve got each others’ backs.

It’s also evolution. Because what I just described ‘on a battlefield,’ there’s a trust there that resonates with my heart and soul. I believe other Berners feel it too. How beautiful it is to be a part of something… Something real, and tangible. Something so incredible that if we succeed in getting Bernie Sanders into the White House – we can all tack that up among one of the greatest accomplishments in our lifetime. The first day that “good” won. It wouldn’t be because we accomplished it in the traditional way, but rather, because as a whole, we chose love over fear.

I’m actually proud to be an American, maybe for the first time in a decade. When Bush dropped bombs on Baghdad, I started to lose hope. I began to feel like no matter what – the cards were never in the peoples’ favor. I wrote a song about the “same ol’ people bringing us down.”

Along comes this man whose been saying virtually the same thing his entire career – and yet I’d never heard of him. This wonderful man gave us all a reason to stand in solidarity, united under a single undiluted cause, and with that, hope is reborn!

There is a very palpable awakening happening within the souls of millions of people. We’ve hijacked social media. Wherever you find ignorance flourishing, you find berners vanquishing that ignorance with sound reason and best of all – a sense of empathy and compassion.

All of the sudden, inspiration is born again within me to relearn my old protest songs, to write new ones, and to engage in this social media machine that has brought so many of us together.

I hit “add friend” and “follow” now when I see someone like me out there fighting for truth and justice. Nine times out of ten, the invite is accepted. Pretty soon, my feed is peppered with the fires Berning in the hearts of so many beautiful people whom I can feasibly call my brothers and sisters and they would agree.

I don’t think I could have anticipated that this would happen in my lifetime. I was there paying attention to my twitter feed for hours upon hours after the shooting of Michael Brown in Ferguson. I watched in horror as the area eroded into a police state and took it as a sign of our country eroding into stagnation. I took part in the moral outrage felt by the people of Ferguson and felt such empathy as the cop, the representative of the law, was exonerated and no charges were brought upon him.

So, we arrive at today where kindled flames have been brought to blazing fire, berning. Finally, a man for the people. Finally, a man with honesty and integrity! What a beautiful opportunity we have, in that our generation has the privilege of taking part in this – knowing WE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE! We’re already doing it!

I’m going to let this fire Bern within me no matter what. Come what may! If the “elite” chooses to rig this thing in favor of the establishment, we will continue on the path of bringing this revolution to fruition. I am proud to be a part of something, I am excited that people everywhere have found profound meaning in partaking in social media and (for all intents and purposes) winning the internet.

I chalk this up as a positive affirmation that “good” still exists out there and I trust with my whole heart in this movement taking place within our culture in favor of love, empathy, compassion, life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

We CAN and WILL continue to embrace these values and with every turn of the crank – we gain wisdom to share with future generations to make corruption accountable for its involvement in undermining the authority of the people, and distorting democracy.

We are the revolution that countless modern prophets, artists, musicians and other respectable humans have foreseen for decades now. It’s no longer just a pipe dream, or a seemingly unachievable goal. It’s within our reach to truly make a difference and inspire others to embark upon the same path leading towards a better future for us all.

I’ve often referenced my two year old son – in that I have been saddened at the thought of my beautiful boy growing up in a world where there are so many ridiculous social distinctions separating us – an agenda forced upon us to keep us fighting each other instead of the top 1%, who have repeatedly brainwashed thousands, if not MILLIONS of people into submitting to distraction.

Now, we’ve taken that tool of distraction and turned it on them! The result is unity! The result is standing, in unison, screaming, “ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!”

To know that you, Berners, are out there fighting the good fight and never giving up, never surrendering – I am inspired. I want to thank you all for showing me that it’s possible! But not only that – for showing me that I am not alone here. We are all in this together. You are my brothers and sisters! You are the embodiment of Ghandi’s quote, “Be the change you want to see in the world.”

Never lose hope! If you find yourself burdened with sadness over the overwhelming negativity we encounter on a daily basis, I urge you to change the lens you’re viewing it through. Everything boils down to perspective and as Tony Robbins says “You have to ask yourself a few rudimentary questions. Is this the end, or is it the beginning?” If it’s not the end, then it still must be the beginning. The beginning of a better and brighter future for ourselves and our children. We can and will accomplish this!

With much love and gratitude,

Andi

 

 

The Truth is…

The truth is… I’m tired of debating politics. I think, sometimes, people forget we are all human beings here. Further – we’re souls traversing dimensions most of us can’t even imagine.

I have thought about who I will vote for, but I’m not sure it matters. There’s a deeper issue – an underlying problem that has NOTHING to do with who sits in the oval office come January of 2017. This problem pervades any and all opinions hinging on biases and personal fears. The problem isn’t Donald Trump, Hillary Clinton, or Bernie Sanders.

The problem is us.

We let our fears consume us, as a culture. Even to a point where we spew venom at any who oppose what we believe in. Every one of us is so bent on being “right” – that we forget to look in the mirror.

We’ve been conditioned to believe that the evils in this world exist “out there.”

The truth is… The evil exists within us, too. We are just too blinded by our own integrated belief systems to see it.

We’ve been conditioned to believe that the only way we can achieve any form of fulfillment in life is to give of ourselves only within the realm of the tangible.

The truth is… The most beautiful things we can do for others exist within the same realm as God – within the intangible.

Money is another form of energy we can give and receive. But it’s not the only form of currency we have to offer. So much of our existence is based upon money.

The truth is… Money, in the grand scheme of things, only has value to those who don’t take it for granted. That is to say, our feelings about it – when it is given to us, how we obtain it, where it comes from – are more important than the tangible aspect as it exists in our world.

We have the best of ourselves tucked away behind this facade of fear and personal turmoil, believing that God is “out there,” too. Why haven’t we discovered that God is “in here” as well?

The truth is… We are the universe experiencing itself, and we all have God within us to guide us. When “our will” alligns with “his will,” we see how the world around us flourishes and we inherently recognize the beauty in others, regardless of our differences.

“Someone who knows God has dropped the knife. They have dropped the cruel knife that so many use upon their tender self, and others.” -Hafiz

(I use a quote by a Muslim intentionally here.)

When we are blinded by fear – we hurt others, and disregard their feelings, entirely. I could almost quote Yoda here – “fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering…”

If we consider ourselves to be relatively spiritually fine tuned – then we understand that forgiveness is something needed more by the giver than the receiver. It doesn’t serve us to hold on to that negativity, in the end – it hurts us more than it could ever hurt them.

The same is true of our fears. If we let them fester and boil into anger, we are the ones who suffer more for our own hatred than those we inflict with our hate. We turn the knife on ourselves, as well as others.

I can’t say that I agree with racism, sexism, homophobia, xenophobia, or the bullying of entire groups of people based on their religion, class, sexual preference, or gender identity. But the truth is… to “hate” them (the racists, the homophobes, the xenophobes, and the misogynists)  – even to berate them, belittle them, and call them on their ignorance is essentially reinforcing the ideology that what they are doing is OK – because we lead by example. Hating them is the exact same thing as them hating me, or anyone else, for any reason… It’s still hate.

The truth is…  I don’t want to fight anymore. I’m tired of looking at the world around me and thinking it could crumble at any given moment. I’m choosing not to be afraid anymore.

I’m not afraid of Trump becoming president – because I know God is within me, and so long as I keep putting one foot in front of the other, I do so knowing that I am not alone. Good will triumph over evil.

I’m not afraid of anyone else’s free will. We all have a thing or two (to put it gently) to learn on our own personal walks. None will ever become an impedance on mine.

I’m not afraid of bigots and racists. I will always stand up for the oppressed, but I will do so with kindness and mercy. Give them grace – they need to learn this very valuable lesson, anyway. I’m going to show them, in the hopes that someday that seed will touch fertile ground within their souls. (I’m not the first to have this dream.)

I know I can’t fix the world around me – any more than I can expect any candidate for president to fix all of these broken, and fearful people.

The only thing any of us can really do is fix ourselves. Let that seed that someone else who showed us kindness take root in our souls and pay it forward. Embrace those around us with love and mercy. Lead by example – it’s easy to be kind to someone who is kind to us, it’s being kind to those who are not that takes extreme courage and integrity.

I implore you all to take a close look at your own fears, and examine them fully. Make the necessary effort to face those fears.

And please, drop the knife.
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To The Magistrate At My Social Security Disability Hearing

It’s Saturday, July 18th and my hearing is just under a month away. As it happens, this is one of the more troubling days that I’ve had in the past month, however, none of those days have been in what I would call my “optimum efficiency range.”

Saying “I’m in pain today” doesn’t quite cover it. I’ve tried stretching, cold packs, a hot bath, laying down, sitting up, standing up, moving, and that’s all not to mention the over-the-counter pain medicines I take almost fiendishly. Nothing has worked, nothing is working, and I’m forced to just endure. This is a typical “day in the life,” for me.

At times, the pain can make me feel nauseous or faint – it can cause vertigo as well. I couldn’t leave the house if I wanted to, or do the most basic household duties. (Please understand, that some days I can’t avoid doing certain duties because of how important they are. Examples are: Taking care of my son, washing day old dishes, cleaning up spills, vacuuming my son’s bedroom floor, preparing meals, or any other household related “emergency” that happens within the course of a day.) I have no choice but to do certain things, even under extreme circumstances within the confines of my body. Do NOT mistake my disability for “laziness.”

Today, I can’t even wear a bra, or stand up to bathe. But let’s examine the “I can’ts” a little further, since I am being examined for whether or not I will recover within a year or less.

I can’t shower more than twice a week because of the bending over, and prolonged “standing in one spot,” that is involved. Well, you could say I “would be able to take a bath” – and I do. However, it’s impractical to wash my hair in a bath due to extreme hair loss and tangles. Even if I brush my hair before I get in, it’s still too much of a problem. For this reason, at least ONE of my bathing adventures has to be a shower. Period. You could say I “need a stool.” And you’re right, I do. But who can afford something like that with no income and limited resources?

I can’t spend more than a couple of hours *on a good day* doing regular house work. This gets insane, because with a two year old, I no sooner clean it, then it gets destroyed again. I haven’t had a “good day” since around June 18th, so yesterday I forced myself to vacuum, mop, do dishes, organize things a bit, and cook dinner. I’m paying for that little escapade today in that I’m in more pain than I have been this entire month – this entire month of “bad days,” so that’s really saying a lot.

I can’t sleep for more than two hours at a time, and I dread each night as sleep time approaches because mornings are –  The. Worst. I’m stuck in a loop. I hit my peak of the day at around 8-9pm and have the energy (fatigue wanes) and as little pain as I ever have – between 8pm and midnight. That means that when everyone is sleeping, and I can’t do anything around the house – I feel ok. FINALLY.  As far as the broken sleep goes, I have multiple areas of concern in relation to pain, so it doesn’t matter which way I lay, SOMETHING hurts. This requires almost constant tossing and turning. Just “going to bed,” for me, is a two-three hour process of excruciating torture. Aaannnd then there’s the morning…

I can’t handle a pen, fork, spoon, or other small utensil in the morning, due to hand swelling and numbness. This has been the bane of my existence for well over a year already. I lose all function of my “Pincer Grip” in the morning. It has gotten so bad that I can barely move/squeeze my hand. I’ve been tested multiple times for diabetes because of this, and all has come back negative. This particular problem is one where I had thought “Maybe this is the worst it could ever get.” Then six months later, I am blindsided by something I never imagined would happen to ME. This has been consistent for the last 4 years, at least. Always pushing to get better, always achieving an entirely new “low.”

I can’t hold my son longer than to put him in his crib – or get him out, on “bad days.” I don’t have to describe how devastating that is. I just want to love on him, giggle with him, roll around on the floor, play with him, cuddle him, pick him up JUST to kiss his chubby cheeks, hold him up so we can see out of the window and pick out things he knows the words of… but I can’t. That doesn’t mean that on those days – or any other – that he doesn’t get the love and care that he needs. It’s just provided for by someone other than me, his mommy. This one makes me cry so hard on some days. I try not to feel sorry for myself – but this it’s hard to hold back because of how much I love him.

I can’t go up or down stairs. That doesn’t mean that I don’t. This has gotten much worse since I’ve gained weight – which brings me, swiftly, to my next point here…

I can’t exercise in the ways I should in order to lose weight. Note that I don’t say only “I can’t exercise.” This is because I LOVE TO DANCE. Dancing helps, too. I can’t do it as often as I want to, but when I do – it’s a real mood changer. I have tried multiple exercise routines/workouts and while I can do SOME of the “moves,” I find that the ones that I really can’t do are the ones that are the most effective at burning fat/calories. Even just WALKING is nearly impossible for about 1/3 out of every month. I never thought that I’d have to be selective about the days I am able to go grocery shopping – let alone do a cardio workout. (So much for a “social life.”) And what “average” person can afford a trainer???

I can’t lift anything heavier than a kitchen utensil/frying pan/pot. Again, this is not to say that I don’t… because you gotta do what you gotta do. But I pay for (in pain and fatigue) every single strenuous thing I do. And you can forget lifting ANYTHING from the floor. If it’s not waist level or higher – NOPE.

I can’t endure long periods exposed to “extremes” of hot or cold. I did away with winter altogether because every winter, it seemed, I was adding a new “symptom” to my already staggering amount of issues. Florida is my new home now, and my choice to move here was largely based on my health. Then I got here right at the cusp of summertime, and realized that extreme heat is not good either. But I’m hoping that there are “three seasons” of reasonable temperatures here where simply going outside isn’t a major concern of mine.

I can’t do my hair or make-up most days. So I’ve evolved from this sassy girl who wears extreme colors of hair dye (preceding health problems making it impossible to get a job anyway, so why not?!) and caring about how I looked when I went out – to that girl who always wears her hair in a ponytail and no make-up. Lifting my arms has, in the past year, become a problem for me. When I lift them (on moderate to bad days) my hands/arms go pins and needles. And there’s that thing about the pincer grip mentioned before.

I can’t get up from the floor without help, or something intermediary to hoist myself up with.  This one has been an issue since I was 19 or 20 right after my accident. This one will NEVER go away, not even with extensive therapy. I have an entire portion of muscle missing from my right thigh, and that means that any independent motion involving that muscle is impossible. (For readers who don’t know, I broke my right femur and it tore my front thigh muscle to about 40% efficiency.)

I can’t process my emotions effectively. Just like your internet connection has a “bandwidth,” so do I. So much of my existence is centered around trying to drown out my pain and fatigue with mind-numbing coping methods – that I can’t really even acknowledge that I HAVE emotions at all. There’s just no room in my head for them. Also, trying to take my brain out of the equation of what I feel physically = taking my brain out of feeling just about everything else. Because there’s no way to separate the physical from the emotional “feelings,” they both get indiscriminately zoned out JUST so I can get through a day without going insane. On the plus side of this one – I really don’t sweat the “small stuff.” However, this is potentially problematic during a crisis – because what typically takes a person a few weeks or months “getting over it,” takes me at least twice that time, if at all. </3

The question when determining whether or not I am disabled comes down to this. Will it last longer than a year?

In short, YES. Because it has lasted my entire adult life and inhibited my ability to feel “normal,” in every possible way I can think of. It has been steadily gaining speed and intensity every year since my car accident in 2003. Certain symptoms became debilitating around 2007, and I fought through them, and tried to work, and tried to be “normal,” and failed over and over.

I’ve had to suck up my pride because people have accused me of “faking it,” assuming I was just lazy or incompetent. I’ve had to apologize because my “good days,” are somehow misleading to others as to how genuine my illness really is. On average about 1/4 of my entire year is made up of “good days.” I only ever see people on a good day…

The emotional side to my illness is also somewhat debilitating. To not be acknowledged for something I live with every single day is basically like saying I’m invisible. And I basically am because I can’t do what “normal” people do in order to maintain friendships and relationships. I’m so wrapped up in the state of my body at any given moment that I might even come off as self-centered.

I really need your help. I’m so tired of trying to do this on my own. I need guidance. I need financial security. I need to feel the pleasure of knowing I’m FINALLY self-sufficient MORE than I need to feel the full weight of my physical problems resting firmly on my own (already overburdened and sore) shoulders.

Invisible illnesses are real, and we hide from the world so as not to be guilty in the court of public opinion. It’s hard enough having to deal with all of this (and more!) without being illegitimized by just about everyone.

I don’t know how I could convince you more, so here’s to hoping I win my case.

The Real Power Of Social Media

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Yesterday, my husband and I had an hour long conversation about the pros and cons of social media. We agreed that never before have our lives been under more scrutiny than in this age of what I’d like to refer to as the “technological underpinning of our society.”

It’s everywhere, and we know it. We stare at our phones as the screen illuminates our faces and pacifies our intellect – and with such vehemency – that we are forgetting to have normal human interaction.

We forget to deal with our own problems and inadequacies.

Now, let’s talk about what that really means, because all life is a cycle. What does this entail for the future of our lives?

To start with, we have children who don’t get enough love and attention because parents are too busy pining over a smartphone or tablet. We have those same children whose parents blindly hand them their phones to lull them, too, into the same sort of subservience. Obviously, that means children are less likely to go out in nature, explore the world, and come to an understanding of how to behave with others. They are less likely to develop an understanding of certain social cues that make them become more emotionally healthy and stable adults.

The big thing with teenagers is texting and driving. We see more signs up on highways now about not texting while driving than we see signs about drinking and driving. It’s a real, and legitimate killer. Adults are guilty of this too, but many of those born in the age of the technological underpinning of society are now just becoming adults. Many of those same “new adults” are having babies of their own and repeating this cycle of apathy toward “real life” situations and a proclivity to forgetting to actually deal with themselves, as they are with “#nofilter.”

What’s worse is that all of this turns into blind hate and outward expressions of anger toward others. It equates to us holding other people accountable for our own personal issues that we fail to recognize or deal with. As my husband would put it, “People fear what they don’t know, and hate what they fear.” In this case, ignorance is NOT bliss. It’s a generation of ignorant and miserable people making other people miserable because they can’t handle how fundamentally broken they are inside.

Now, we’ve gone over some of the harsher aspects of the entire medium, let’s get a little more fine grained…

What exactly keeps us so attached to our phones while the whole world keeps on spinning around us?

“The Id” – noun: The part of the psyche, residing in the unconscious, that is the source of instinctive impulses that seek satisfaction in accordance with the pleasure principle and are modified by the ego and the superego before they are given overt expression.

We have a monster to feed, that’s what. The id demands immediate satisfaction and when this happens, we experience pleasure, when the adverse happens, we experience pain. Repetitive stimuli causes us to have conditioned reactions to things. When our stimuli consists of a high percentage of social media – we need more of THAT thing in order to satisfy our id. And not unlike any addiction, too much of quite literally anything is really unhealthy for you – as it teaches you to become psychologically dependent upon it. Also, even things we don’t think are so good are in reality not all that terrible – in MODERATION.

It’s in our very nature to look outside of ourselves to find the evil “out there.” We watch videos, read posts, and read articles about countless horrifying events and we wallow in it. And as much as we’d like to think that all of this human drama is the opposite of what we want – we keep on placing the bet and buying in.

Then all of the sudden, as if a miracle appears in our newsfeeds, we relish in the rare occurrence of a post, video, or article about someone helping a homeless person, a GoFundMe account set up for wounded Iraqi war veterans, a funny animal doing something silly and wonderful, a baby who survived something we can only imagine in our dizziest daydreams, or anyone standing up for something that we know to be “right.”

Let me use a somewhat vulgar analogy here: Sugar added to a shit cake will not make it taste any better, it’s still a shit cake.

We can cycle through this vast array of negative emotions brought on by countless awful stories, and feel absolved a little – even given a ray of hope in this sad world by something so profound that it brings us to tears – but we still aren’t really working on what kind of person WE are, where we fit in, why we are here, and all that is in store for OUR lives.

Furthermore, is this world really so depraved and vile? Why are we being led to believe that there is more hate than there is love around us?

The truth is that it’s really not. Statistics show that we are living in the most peaceful times right now. We’ve never had it so good! With homicide and violence rates plummeting to record lows, we are embarking upon a real enlightenment period! *Note – Click links for inspiration.*

In 1976, a movie came out that was truly inspiring. It was called, “The Network.” In it, Howard Beale (who never knew at that time what the internet or social media was) was talking about news and television and how it effected and afflicted people. For the sake of my article, I’m going to replace any “television” references with references having to do with my primary content here. He said:

“So, you listen to me. Listen to me! Your newsfeed is not the truth! The internet is a god-damned amusement park. Social media is a circus, a carnival, a traveling troupe of acrobats, storytellers, dancers, singers, jugglers, sideshow freaks, lion tamers, and football players. We’re in the Boredom Killing business. So if you want the TRUTH, go to GOD! Go to your gurus. Go to yourselves! Because THAT’s the only place you’re ever going to find any real TRUTH. But, man, you’re never going to get any truth from us! We’ll tell you anything you wanna hear! We lie like hell! We’ll tell you that, uh, Kojak always gets the killer and that nobody ever gets cancer at Archie Bunker’s house. And no matter how much trouble the hero is in, don’t worry. Just look at your watch – at the end of the hour, he’s going to win! We’ll tell you any shit you want to hear!

We are the illusions, man. None of it is true! But you people sit there day after day, night after night, all ages, all colors, creeds. We’re all you know! You’re beginning to BELIEVE the illusions we’re spinning here! You’re beginning to think that social media is the reality and that your own lives are unreal!

You do whatever social media tells you. You dress like social media, you eat like social media, you raise your children like social media. You even THINK like social media.

This is MASS MADNESS, YOU MANIACS!

In God’s name, you people are the real thing! WE are the ILLUSION!”

…and in another part of the movie he said:

“What is finished is the idea that this great country is dedicated to the freedom and flourishing of every individual in it. It’s the individual that’s finished. It’s every single one of you out there that’s finished. Because this is no longer a nation of independent individuals. It’s a nation of two hundred some odd million transistorized, deodorized, whiter-than-white, steel-belted bodies, totally unnecessary as human beings and as replaceable as piston rods. Well, the time has come to say is ‘dehumanization’ really such a bad word? Whether it’s good or bad, that’s what it is. So, the world is becoming humanoid, creatures that look human, but aren’t. The whole world, not just us. We’re just the most advanced country, so we’re getting there first. The whole world’s people are becoming mass-produced, programmed, numbered, insensate things.”

Stop believing everything you read on the internet. I don’t even want you to believe me. You’ve got to make a decision for yourself to become better and do better. Because – it’s certainly not that the world is crumbling around us. It’s that we are crumbling within ourselves. If we deal with the raw “who we are inside,” we learn how to treat others with the same respect and honor. We learn that we, in fact, don’t want others to hurt – because we know exactly what that feels like and we wouldn’t wish it on anyone.

Maybe instead of reading about those miracles, get out and DO it, BECOME the miracle. You are a bright shining light in this world, and the possibilities are endless for you if you do that footwork.

You’ll discover the wonder within yourself. Our own true beauty isn’t realized by others’ observation of it – it’s realized when we, ourselves, understand and participate in it’s fruition.

Remember, take everything in moderation. Everything. Learn how to put your phone down, sometimes and experience the world in all of its splendor. There is SO MUCH to be inspired by in the world around us. All we have to do is look up.

The Best Place To Start Is The Beginning

Hello!

My name is Andi. I’ve never been good with introductions – but I’ll do my best here to make your acquaintance.

I was born in a small town in Ohio and I don’t really ever want to go back. I now live in Florida – which has been something of a dream of mine for many years.

I created this blog to be an avenue for my emotions to flow freely. For that reason, I am going to let it take whatever shape it wants and will know more as I go along and until then – you can expect some rambling and stories of things from my past, aspirations for the future, and just about everything I am thinking about right now.

Life is a journey we can only understand by moving forward and overcoming whatever hurdles and obstacles we face. Our attitudes and reactions to those challenges is what builds our character and helps us determine not only how others feel about us – but how we feel about ourselves.

The most thrilling thing in life – for me – is having the opportunity to be a part of serendipitous situations in other peoples’ lives, as well as my own. I mean, I am always present in my own life, completely. But bearing witness to the tiny miracles around me have been my direct channel to “god.” You never have to feel small if you come to that understanding that you’re a part of the “bigger picture.”

And so, I’ve been relentless in my endeavors to achieve my own definition of enlightenment through random acts of kindness and getting out of my own way so that I’m doing what comes most naturally and it’s completely from my heart.

This is me.
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I hope we become great friends.