Saturday, May 2, 2015

20 By 20

A few days ago, I left my teen years behind forever as I hit the big two-o. And with my birthday, the blog had a birthday as well! The Dream Factory turned two on April 8th, only a couple of days after my twentieth. 

I've been reflecting a lot on my life recently, as someone who has just entered her adult years tends to do. I've been around the world, met new faces, had plenty of adventures and learned so much along the way. There are still some lessons to be learned (hopefully during my next twenty years), but I wanted to share with you what I've lived and learned so far. (Warning: This post is a long one, because I have lots to say. Make sure you take a bathroom break in the middle if you need to.) 

So, without further ado: Twenty Lessons I've Learned by My Twentieth Year. 

In list form, because lists are rad. 

1. Travel often. Travel often because it opens your eyes. You get new perspective. Your horizons are wider. And now, according to science, it makes you smarter. Even if you can only visit a new town in your state. Get out there, people.

2. Never be afraid to ask the hard questions. People may give you weird looks, they may laugh, scoff, or turn away in disdain. But don't be afraid. Sometimes these questions that others may avoid may be the ones we need to talk about. I once asked a possibly-but-I'm-not-sure sacrilegious question to my philosophy professor. Instead of brushing it off, he offered to discuss it. Of course, he's a philosopher, so that's what he does. Despite the fact that I go to a conservative Christian university.



3. Sometimes forgiveness is a daily process. When I first moved to America, I knew nobody. It was rough starting a whole new life from scratch. But soon, I had made a friend. She became one of my best friends, and was always there for me. Only a couple of years later, she stabbed me cruelly in the back, twisting her knife deep. Of course, while our friendship may be broken, we speak civilly to each other now. For years, though, every time I thought of this girl I had to mentally forgive her. Over and over again. And recently, here at college, I've had a tough situation with a couple of good friends. So I just applied the same concept. Trust me, this can take years, but it helps so much in the long term. 

4. Make your beliefs your own. I am a Christian, and I am very proud of it. My Christianity is something that makes me who I am. However, I understand that not everyone shares my beliefs. But this point is about choosing your beliefs and sticking with them. My parents are strong Christians as well, but at some point, I decided that I was going to choose to be a Christian. I could have chosen not to. But I have used my free will to remain a Christian, and my belief is my own. Use your free will wisely when it comes to your beliefs.



5. One-on-one time is important. This one may be easy for me to say because I'm an introvert. I really find merit in one-on-ones though. Sure, group time has its perks, but everyone needs this intimate setting, where they can focus solely on one other person. This is a way that many relationships can grow stronger.  

6. So are moments of peace. Another one that speaks to my introverted side. Even for extroverted types, though. Peace is to be appreciated, if only for a few minutes. It's important to give the mind breaks and let it rest. Peace helps the soul rest.



7. Never be ashamed of who you are. I am not normal. But that is something that I am slowly coming to terms with. I am called to be different. And that's okay. There is no shame in who I am, because I'm loved deeply by the One who created me. That goes for you too. Never be ashamed with who you are. You are you. That doesn't mean that you're perfect, but you're a work in progress. And there is no reason to be ashamed of that. 

8. Love can be letting go. Cheesy as it sounds, this one's still important. When we love something very much, sometimes we can obsess over it. And sometimes, that's just not healthy. We keep ourselves in a prison of our own making as we try to hold on to something that has the potential to destroy us. Don't be afraid to let something or someone go.



9. Sometimes it's okay to be angry. There is more than one type of anger. There is a sense of injustice, that all is not right, and something needs to be fixed. Now. There is bitterness. There is rage. If you are angry at injustice, you can use that anger to fuel your drive to change it. This is okay. What is not okay? Allowing your anger to destroy you. Anger will harden your heart and burn your soul. Don't give it that chance. 

10. Try new things. As a very wise science teacher once said, "Take chances, make mistakes, get messy!" Don't be afraid to try new things! Who knows? You may like it! And if you don't, then at least you gave it a shot. The plunge into newness is the hardest part, but once you're in, you'll never know what you'll find. 



11. Never shoot someone down intentionally. I'll give you something not so say in one phrase: "I don't care." When someone tells you an idea, shows you something that makes them shine, or lets you inside their walls, when you say something like "I don't care", you're stabbing them right in the gut. That's just cruel. Even if you're not interested in something, just nod politely and, if you absolutely must, change the subject when you can. 

12. Read everything. And don't give me that "But I don't LIKE reading" excuse. Do it anyway. You don't have to read books. Read something else. Newspapers, blogs, STREET SIGNS. Reading expands the mind and perspective. It enriches the vocabulary and challenges the thoughts. It helps you grow. 



13. Enjoy each little thing. Don't take moments for granted. Enjoy even the tiniest things that come your way. Treasure them and hold them close. Even the smallest shards of happiness are precious. 

14. Sometimes we just need people to tell us that everything's going to be okay. This past school year has been my hardest yet. And, I'll admit this right now to you, dear Reader. My life is in shambles. I feel like I'm on a tiny sailboat, tossed in the mightiest hurricane in the middle of the widest, darkest ocean. Sometimes I don't even know how I'm going to survive the next five minutes, let alone the next few decades of my life. Then I have to have outside reassurance. There is a friend that I text, often at odd times of day, asking him to simply tell me that things are going to be okay. He does, and Reader, sometimes that's the most comforting thing that I can be told. 



15. Tea is important. Tea is always important. If you're not a tea person, then coffee will suffice in a pinch. There's nothing like friendship over a steaming cup of tea. 

16. It's okay to cry. Crying helps, especially if you have a pillow or a shoulder to cry on. Crying releases pressure in the body. Do not be afraid to weep when your heart is breaking. Even if you're a dude. Even guys need to cry. Let yourself cry. You'll feel much better. 



17. Laughter is from Heaven. It is truly the best medicine. Do things and spend time with people that make you laugh. If you marry, marry someone that makes you laugh. Laughing is one of the most underrated and greatest gifts. And it's universal. There's nothing like two people who can't even speak to each other being able to enjoy a laugh. 

18. Don't treat others how you want to be treated. Treat them BETTER. A short expansion on the "Golden Rule." Even just a smile to someone you don't know may brighten their day. I never said that this lesson is an easy one, but it is very important. Don't just be nice to people because they are nice to you. Treat everyone with kindness and respect, even if they hate your guts. ESPECIALLY if they hate your guts. 


19. Everyone has a story worth telling. This phrase helped me realize my passion for storytelling. Because everyone has been on all different walks of life, each of us has a different story. None of these stories are insignificant, no matter how mundane they seem. We are all valued, and each of our stories matter. A great example of this? Brandon Stanton of Humans of New York. If you're not familiar with HONY, look it up. It's worth your time, I promise. 

20. Never, ever lose your curiosity. This is one of the greatest pieces of advice from my professors. Always keep learning and asking questions. Maintain that child-like desire to discover. Make sure your curiosity doesn't lead you down some dark roads, however. But keep it alive. Try new things. Ask questions. Be willing to learn.



That's a lot of stuff right there. And if you made it all the way down here, I heartily congratulate you, dear Reader. I hope you enjoyed my journey through twenty years of life. Thank you so much for reading!

Bloggers Note: Remember, after this post, I'm going to be on hiatus for a while. I need to set some places in my life straight once more. But no worries. I'll be back soon. 

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

A Quick Update...

...Just to let you lovelies know that I'm not dead. I just wanted to say thank you for your patience on waiting for my posts. The next one, while it's a few weeks late, has been those few weeks in the making, so it's a doozy. A rather important doozy to me, so I hope you'll enjoy it. 

The post should hit the blog by the end of this week/beginning of next week. 

News part two. After the post has been published, however, I've made the executive decision to go on hiatus for a couple of months. 

What? 

Life has been getting too much for me to handle recently, and I haven't been able to keep up with you guys like I promised I would. I want to keep blogging, because I have so many stories to share with you. 

But I am unable to right now. 

I also have the future of the blog to consider. I love blogging, but I feel like I'm not getting anywhere with it. Now, this doesn't mean that I'll stop blogging forever, but it does mean that this hiatus is in order. 

If there are any major changes, I'll be sure to post them. 



Enjoy the next post my friends, and I'll see you later! 



Friday, March 27, 2015

A Conversation with my Art Professor

Now, as many of you may or may not know, I am a graphic design minor. This is my second semester with my art professor, and by now, we've formed a bit of a strange relationship. Because we sit at the same table cluster in the design studio, the snarky comments go everywhere. 

The following is a true conversation we had a week ago: 


Art Professor:  Now, Maggie. If you make three mistakes, we'll have to take you out back and stone you.

Me: Fine, fine. *makes a mistake* 

AP: I'm going to have to stone you! 

Me: You can't! I haven't made my third mistake yet! 

AP: Oh, very well. Here, what are you having trouble with? 

Me: This cut. 

AP: *helps me with challenging cut* 

Me: *procrastinates on the last cut*

AP (a few minutes later): Maggie, what are you doing? 

Me: I don't want to mess up!

AP: You're delaying the inevitable. Now, class, did you bring your stones today? We may have to take Maggie out back. 

Me: Okay, okay. I'm going. *straitens ruler to prepare for cut* 

AP: It's do or die this time, Maggie. 

Another art professor wanders in. 

Other Professor: What's going on? 

AP: This is Maggie. If she makes her third mistake, we're going to take her out back and stone her. 

OP. Well, I've got some bricks. We can use those! 

Me. HEY. 

OP; Or some cinderblock. 

Me. You would only need one of those. Just one would crush me! 

OP: It just depends on how fast you move. 

AP: Or how many we throw at you. 

Me: CAN WE NOT. 

Me: *makes perfect cut* HA.

Both professors: *approving nods*

AP: Looks like you lived today, Maggie...

Me: Until next time, when I get out the paint. 

A few minutes later. 

Classmate: Oh no! The paint! NONONONO.

AP: No worries. Just let it dry. 

Me (from across the room): I SEE HOW IT IS. 


I enjoy my 2D Design class very much. Although it's tough, I like the challenge and learning about new ways to express myself. My skill is nowhere near those of my classmates, but I'm learning something new every day, and in the end, that's what really counts! 

Friday, March 20, 2015

Twenty Days Too Long

...since I last posted. And I was trying to hard for consistency. So today, I'd like to begin with a couple of serious things, then leave that behind to move onto some happy stuff.

First of all, I seem to be at a crossroads. And a rather large one, in fact. It's completely normal for a college student to be at this stage, but I'm at a place in my life where I don't even know what to do with myself. This affects much of what I do, my outlook on life, and how I spend my time.

HALP.

Second, concerning the blog. NOPE. I'M NOT DELETING THIS THING. Scared you, didn't I? Anyways, I'm not sure about the direction that my blogging will take. There's so much I want to write about, but this particular blog doesn't seem to have a niche. I know it's just a simple starting blog for a beginner blogger, but where do I go from here? There's so many things I love to do! Photography, acting, writing, movie reviewing...I'm a pretty artsy character, and my blogging, or whatever I choose to do, should reflect that lifestyle.

BUTBUTBUT.

Serious ramblings aside, let's get out of that nasty cloud. Happy First Day of Spring! Tulips are starting to bloom all around campus, and I love love LOVE walking by them on my way to class. They help a little with the fact that spring break is over and done with. It's always wonderful to go home and see my family and some of my high school buds.

I creeped on some fishermen. Got some great portraits. I also got to fly a plane. That was pretty cool. And I got to celebrate my brother's eighteenth birthday.

Even cooler. Because he's old. And is so much taller than me.

Nonsense.




Blogger's Note: Look for the complete scoop on how I got to fly a plane in the next post!

Sunday, March 1, 2015

My Room is a Mess

That's the problem with having a creative mind. Sometimes I put off straightening things up, because my mind is elsewhere, deep inside some cesspool of creativity. 

The dorm room is a mix of two worlds. My neat, organized roommate, and my crazy explosion of organized chaos. 

My part of the room has gotten messier ever since I started taking up painting. Now, I'm not very good yet, mind you. I've just begun, so my brushstrokes are zigzagging everywhere and my paintings are simplistic. 

But it's been helping me. 

Many of you know (and as I've hinted in earlier posts), I'm currently in a dark, rough season of my life, and sometimes it's hard to function. Sometimes I can't even function. 

But when I stick a brush in my hand and swirl it through the paint on my palette, everything seems okay, if only for a little while. 

I enjoy all forms of art: dance, written word, drawing, photography (especially the last one), but right now, painting holds a special place in my heart, mind, and soul. It's the peaceful part of me, the part that's buried deep. 

You could almost say it keeps me sane. 


Friday, February 20, 2015

Light at the End of the Tunnel

And this past week has been a tunnel, my friends. A long and dark one, like the ones that we're supposed to travel down when we die.

Last Monday started out with a bang. Bedbugs. Everywhere. Our neighbors had an infestation and my roommate and I were forced to pack up our belongings and evacuate the room for 24 hours. After that, it seemed like both our lives seeped through our fingers like water, our cupped hands outstretched trying to catch at least a drop of happiness.

But this past week, our hands were dry.

The room after about two hours of cleaning. 


Everything that could go wrong, did. We were behind on everything that week. We skipped classes and work. Panic was rampant. We constantly encouraged each other, but each night as we laid on the floor in a room covered in a layer of white, powdery chemical residue, we knew we were slipping, and something was going to change.

And it did.

I cannot speak fully for my roommate, but I had a wonderful weekend. The light at the end of the tunnel, you could say.

-I helped successfully plan and execute a surprise birthday party for a sweet friend
-I finally got the right poster board for my art class.
-The chemical residue is gone from the room. My roommate and I are snoozing easily in our own beds.
-I went on a date on Valentine's Day. No, we're not a couple. And it's only been the third that I've ever been on. (My first was Valentine's last year. Go figure, right?) Dates make me nervous, and this one went pretty well.
-Got my laundry done. A bit overdue, but now I have clean clothes! YES.
-Friends. Just all the friends I got to see this weekend. They brought comfort to my soul.

I don't know what tomorrow brings. This could be another hard week. But I'm thankful for the good memories I was given, and the friends and family that God has blessed me with.

It's not champagne I swear.





Friday, February 6, 2015

Just Weary

I wish I could describe to you just how tired I am, friends. I went into this semester feeling burnt out and weary to the bone, and it doesn't seem to go away.

But every day I try even harder to catch every ray of light, seek out every moment of beauty, and breath every breath of air I can, because I'm alive.

I'm alive.

Life has been a bit like a storm at sea lately. Some times I think that I've hit my mid life crisis already, even though I don't turn twenty until April.

But I haven't given up hope yet friends. I'm exhausted, but not dead.

I'm alive, and I have so many more stories to share.


Blogger's Note: As you can tell, I've hit a bit of a rough patch. I'll share more about that later, but I wanted to let you all know how I was feeling at the moment. Sorry this post is so short!