The importance of breathing in yoga

Honestly, I get this question a lot, way more often then you’d think. And even from people who have been doing yoga for ages. “Why is the breath important?” Or some variation of this question. Like, “you give a lot of breath cues, it takes away from the flow.” Or “Do you need to say every inhale and exhale?” Which I mean, no I really don’t need to say to inhale to table top or exhale to sit. But the breath cues play a huge role in the practice and yes I really do need those inhales and exhales for twists and other postures that you don’t just dump yourself into.

So why is it that the breathing is such an important role in your yoga practice? And while I was taught in a very active from of yoga that requires breathing cues the entire time, it’s still a key element to every practice. Look up any well loved, and respectable, yoga instructor on youtube. They take a few minutes at least to chill out before practice and come to your breath and honestly its for good reason too. 172776510.jpg

Okay so let’s break this down then. First off the very definition of yoga is literally postures to breath. A form of active meditation, and honestly the postures are just a tiny bit of the yoga. A huge part of yoga is actually the breath work, meditation and all in all a good mind set and solid focus. It’s main goal is to bring in relaxation and meditation, maybe calming someone after a stressful day or bringing the focus that they need.

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  1. a Hindu spiritual and ascetic discipline, a part of which, including breath control, simple meditation, and the adoption of specific bodily postures, is widely practiced for health and relaxation.

I mean, the google definition of yoga is literally just that. Breath control, its a discipline for specific purposes. The thing is, breath is the LEAST talked about in a yoga practice. Like sure, we do little breath warm ups before we start, take some time coming to a good solid (deep) breath that will guide through the postures. But we don’t talk about it. And honestly that’s something that should be talked about, but when people come for a class that is 45, 55 or even 60 minutes long they don’t want time wasted talking about the breath. Because all in all, it’s not what matters to them and it’s not why they came. But it’s something that is huge, major, so important so we should at least mention why we do the breath and not just guide people through it hoping for the best or hoping that it somehow sticks.

Okay, so we know the definition, we know that technically it’s super important and huge, but why is it that way? Why is our breath the key?

First off, it does help your practice. Like a lot. Focusing on the breath can bring in a sense of peace and calm and really bring a person to that meditation mindset. Which sounds so cheesy, but honestly the best practices that I have had are the ones where I focus on my breathing and get into that mind set and just let everything else go. It’s empowering, and just really ties a practice together.

Second, it takes the focus off what you’re doing vs what you need. So instead of focusing on the posture that you need to hold for a frustratingly long time, you breathe. And while it’s still not a simple task to chill out in side plank you can at least breathe through it and in turn strengthen yourself in the long run. headstand-1439439.jpg

Third, strength. You could hold your breath during your side plank, but then your muscles are kind of just chilling out super tight. But if you add in the breath work, it’s just that. Work. Your muscles end up doing even more work, and while it doesn’t actually seem like it you can see results. I have had so many great side planks when I just remember to breathe it out.

Fourth, it actually makes postures easier. GASP! I know that this kind of ties in with the second point, but have you ever done crow pose and just couldn’t do it? Yeah, same. I struggled with it so much. Or a headstand? Yeah those too. But once I learned to breath my way through it (also ENGAGE those abdominal muscles) then I found my balance to be much better and more steady. I am a pro at crow now, and while it took a ton of work to get there my breath work certainly helped me a lot.

Fifth, it literally matches flowing or vinyasa yoga perfectly. Each breath you take you do a pose. Inhale rise, exhale fold etc. It makes the practice flow quite beautifully, and while the constant reminder to breath during your practice seems tedious and quite annoying there is a point to it. Trust me, yoga teachers aren’t just saying it for kicks. If you’re into vinyasa style yoga then you need to have the breath, otherwise your just moving around on a mat.

All in all, breath plays a huge role in yoga. If you’re simply just looking for a workout that is fine, yoga can provide that as well. Breathing can help make it more intense for you though. But if you’re looking to expand in your yoga practice then work on the breath. Explore the different options that are out there and find the best one for your practice. It will make all the difference.

Is zero waste always possible?

This is kind of a huge thing for people trying to cut down their waste, especially when there are items that we actually need in our lives. Medicines, feminine products, medical items etc. So are these items truly necessary or have we just been conditioned to think that they are.

In short, yes. But it is really more complicated than that. It seems that sometimes people are shamed for needing these items, and while it is good to reduce our waste we really need to realize that sometimes people actually do need these things in their lives, they may be trying very hard to be less wasteful and we don’t need to shame them.

Reasons someone might need waste in their life:

-Medical needs. Try as we might we really can’t fix all issues with oils checklist-3222079_960_720

-Medical products- change those gloves, change needles, STOP the spread of disease. Zero waste won’t do any good if we all contract weird viruses.

-Someone may not have time, or the ability, to prep every single meal. We don’t know their life so don’t tell someone they need to buy all zero waste food.

-Some people may not be able to use a menstrual cup, it might be easier for them to use disposable products, we don’t know. So again, no need to judge. Peoples needs are important.

-Maybe it’s just not in their area. I know that it’s really hard for us to get stuff zero waste, save money and not starve.

shy-863056_960_720This is a lifestyle that comes with many privileges. Take a look at this awesome buzzfeed video to see more on it. Zero waste for 30 days.

If you aren’t able to be 100% zero waste don’t feel bad. I used to beat myself up all the time over this. How as I going to buy laundry items that would get clothes clean when we live with 3 cats? In my area I can’t. How can we take care of 3 living creatures without waste? We can’t. I made myself miserable trying to be perfect, when I finally stopped and just did what I could I lived a much happier life.

So try to do what you can, still use what you need. While it is good to question our need of some items we also don’t want to just trash everything just cause of waste.

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DIY wall spot cleaning

So we are going to be moving in April; and with that comes all the packing, cleaning and patching. I figured I could get a head start and start packing the things we don’t really need in day to day life. So, as very clever me went to remove the bajillion pictures and wall hanging items we have I had a mini heart attack as I saw black smudges that stained the once white wall. IMG_5118

I tried scrubbing them off, I tried some soap, I tried our little dish eraser type thing. NOTHING! So I googled, my answer was-ammonia. No thanks, no way, not in my home. I figured there had to be a way, there just had to be. Then I remember that I had made all my homemade cleaners one time, and we still had a degreaser. The degreaser is essential baking soda and dish soap. Which offered the clean as well as the abrasive scrub.

So I gently covered the smudges with the paste, as extra measure I let it sit then sprayed some vinegar over it making it react with the baking soda. Then I scrubbed, and while it was not perfectly pristine white on the first try the spots are definitely gone and black smudges no longer plague my wall. So here is how you can erase those pesky stains from your walls as well, with no harmful ingredients as well as being zero waste as well.

Baking soda scrub: IMG_5119

Half and half baking soda/dish soap – mix well

Directions:

spread the mix on the wall, let sit for a few minutes. Optional to add vinegar to ensure extra stain removal, and then scrub away. Make sure to test this before use so you don’t damage paint, but this did fine with my walls and I rent an apartment. A rough sided sponge works best for this as well.

Make sure to go back over and wash all the residue off the walls with soapy water as well. And WALLAH your walls are cleaner and less spotty. This might take a few scrubs but for me this beats having to buy and use ammonia. You can still see that I have some residue left, but this worked wonders for me and did so much more than I thought. Huge improvement from the dark picture fram shaped stains for sure. Going over it again will definitely help I think, and I love that I found a non-toxic way to deal with tough stains.

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When people change

Something that I have come to learn in adult hood is that people change. Like a lot. There have been many people who I thought were my friends, and suddenly they have proved that is not the case. People who had seemed one way, suddenly they are different. I have been dealing with this every since I have turned 18, and it’s something that I don’t think will ever change.

Ohlson1My first roommate in college was my first taste of this. I mean sure there were those people in high school. But that was high school, I figured people were still figuring stuff out and in college people would pretty much just be how they presented themselves. Not really the case, poor 18 year old me. When I had met my roommate in college, she seemed nice and peppy. I pretty much had instant “friends”. For about 2 weeks I had people to eat with and things to do. Places to go. People to talk to. This is kind of a lot for someone who is naturally introverted and really sucks at making friends. I say for about 2 weeks cause that is really how long it lasted for me.

Suddenly my roommate was telling people about her life, laughing about it because she had painted this super perfect life to show her family but really she was a “bad” girl. Don’t get me wrong, I am not judging and I’m not about to make comments about someones lifestyle. But we went to a Christian college and she was making plans to be a youth minister, but bragging about how many guys she had snuck home while her mom was still there. It’s an entirely different thing to paint yourself as this perfect person, claiming to follow a certain life and then having it all be a lie. Just be honest, truly it just makes everything easier.

After she had started bragging about stuff like that, she began to show it off in her real life as well. She had brought a guy home to the dorm, and mind you while we had a sizable dorm this is still incredibly awkward. I won’t say much more, you can pretty much guess the idea of what happened here. After that things were just really rocky, she tried to apologize passing off the encounter as just kissing the guy. I was 18, this is new to me and I had no clue what to do but I wasn’t stupid as to what had really happened. People had asked me why I wasn’t getting along with my roommate and I just answered with the truth of what happened. I didn’t make a habit of spreading it all around, and I only told the one or two people who had asked me. Maybe that was too far, but I wasn’t sure how to really explain what had went down without the truth. The moment that really ended things was a few days later when she cornered me in front of my new “friends” essentially yelling at me because people now knew what she had done. She told me she had a reputation to uphold and I needed to stop spreading lies about her. I soon moved out of the dorm unofficially to a friends dorm who had no roommate at the time. I tried my best to contact our RA and resolve this, asking to officially move. The request was denied, I was told that we had to work it out and get along. There wasn’t anything to work out though, I just knew I needed to switch roommates because I was not prepared to handle all that drama. I contacted the person in charge of all the RA’s and when we finally had the meeting I told him what happened he immediately apologized and told me to move they would get me a key as soon as possible.

feet-914737_960_720Now this girl turned out to be pretty nice actually, after her crazy sort of party like phase in the first year or two. But she was nasty to me and had somehow got everyone to believe that I was the one lying. I had thought that she was the person she made herself out to be but she wasn’t. That’s fine, truly, but just don’t lie about who you are.

This isn’t the only person in my life to exhibit this behavior either. I’m not sure what it is, maybe I tend to pick the wrong friends or maybe I just suck and am generally hated. But recently I’ve had some friends who suddenly have no time for us. Whenever I’d ask them to hang out there was an excuse. Now, I am an adult I realize people have lives and that we are busy. But after about 6+ months of someone being busy you kind of get the picture. If you truly care you make time for friends. When I had told them how I felt hurt and that it seemed as though they didn’t want to hang anymore I offended them. I wasn’t able to be honest and express that I was deeply hurt and I missed them. Instead I just made them mad, and they said they were just busy. I don’t want to go into a lot of detail, but of the things they listed that they had going on, one thing in particular wasn’t something that needed to be keeping them busy. It was easily rescheduled and could easily be done at another time but we were told that we couldn’t hang out because of it. When something becomes more important than friends (not just anything though something that can be arranged, moved or honest to goodness just a hobby like reading a book or gaming or something) than you begin to realize that these people really don’t want you in their life. And it hurts, so much.

I don’t want this post to be entirely a dump post though. Yes people change and they can hurt you. I’ve had this happen several times, the worst of these being my friends who seem as though they just don’t like us anymore. To be honest, if that is the case I would much rather that just be said then to be continued to be fed excuses. But I have many friends in my life, wonderful friends who have stuck by my side no matter what.

I did meet some people in college who mean very much to me and I love them. And they make the effort to see me and to talk to me. I have  friend who flies out to visit us (he lives 6 hours away) and another friend who surprises me with awesome phones calls. I don’t have to talk to them everyday, and I certainly don’t see them everyday. My friend who visits does have the luxury of flights basically whenever he wants so that helps, but these friends make time for me. girlfriends-2213259_960_720They make time to talk, they listen, they visit and they are just generally there for me. I know that I can count on them, I can share my most profound life issues with them and they understand and/or listen.

And while I feel crushed, overwhelmed by the pressing feelings of hurt and loneliness I know that I do have a support system. Sometimes, you just can’t get people to realize how much they have hurt you. And you know what, it’s okay. When this happens, do your best to patch things up. Be the best that YOU can be and just move on. I won’t be asking those friends to hang out again, I’ll wait until they come to me. If they ever do. I slowly stopped contacting so much, because every time I did I felt as a failure or a less than person. We don’t need people like that in our lives, we really truly don’t. I’m not saying it to be mean about it either, but we can quietly let go and move on with our lives. Because people do change, and that’s okay. It can help us figure out who our real friends are, the ones who will stick with us no matter what. And if a friend can’t be there for you then don’t bend over backward trying to get them to be there for you.

Life is too short, we are getting too old, and it’s too painful to have to keep making ourselves feel like crap over someone else. For my yoga training we had to read the book “The Four Agreements” and in one of the chapters the agreement was “don’t take anything personally” going as far as to say if someone hurts us it’s not about us it’s about them. This resonates with me. It’s so true, and I try to remember this everyday. When  I feel as though I suck, or I am hated, I just tell myself it isn’t about me, it’s about them and I just need to continue to live my life and not worry about others. Toxic people don’t need to be in our lives. And we can all quietly let them go, chances are they won’t even notice anyways.

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Finding a job you love

I know that this is kind of cliché, because honestly who has a job that they love? It seems like something that should be so simple, and yet it’s so hard to actually find a job that you love. And in todays day and age it’s required to have a job so you need to go out and pick something that you are able to support yourself on. So we end up picking a job, even if we hate it, just so we can survive. Yay, real world. It sucks.

I know the harsh truth of this all too much, having spent my entire life doing things that I didn’t not actually enjoy. I dreaded going to work, I was miserable and unhappy and hated what I was doing with every fiber of my being. I’d been doing the same thing since I was 16, and it wasn’t good. I know that jobs aren’t meant to be fun, and they aren’t meant to be enjoyed. But why not? And why is the first response to someone hating their job to tell that person they need to try harder or do better because the reason they hate their job is all their fault.

My mom would always tell me this, it was on the list of lectures that I got. Everything was what I would make it, even if I didn’t have the “best” job I could still make it better. Something happened at work? She would respond that she has always had it worse. This only added to the feeling of unhappiness to be quite honest. I was in a dead end job that I hated, and at the same time I was being made to feel like it was all my fault and I needed to make a change.

My job, childcare.kids-2985782_960_720 Don’t get me wrong, I liked working with kids. I did not like the other aspects. So much crap went down, workers filtered out faster than a toilet flushed. For a long time I was doing so much over time I would arrive at 630 in the morning and wouldn’t leave until well after 4 or 5 in the afternoon. This was everyday for a while actually. I would get an hour lunch break (we get a paid 30 minute one so I would essential get a half hour off my work time to be able to stay longer) and it was called good. When they finally realized how long I was working they were shocked. I remember my boss saying to me “I didn’t realize how much you had been working” like it was a shock to them even though I was there all day everyday. Somedays I didn’t even get that extra break, which royally sucked.

The cherry on top was being asked the day of to stay late, or when I was “on call” unofficially they would call hours before they needed me. Each time when I was not able to I was told that I was required to do this and saying no wasn’t an option. Or I would be sighed at. There was the one time that I had missed a meeting because they way they told employees about a meeting was solely verbal. When I was cornered and asked why I had missed it I simply said (while extremely busy taking kids to the bathroom mind you, I was literally doing my job) that I honest to goodness didn’t know about it. I was accused of having an attitude and was told, kid you not, this is why people complain about me all the time because I have such a bad attitude.

Now I am a pretty emotionally aware person. I can get worked up, I get crazy, but I fully realize when I am being unreasonable and when I am not doing anything at all. That time, I didn’t do anything. I answered a question in a rather bland non emotional tone. So maybe I just have resting bitch face or something because I don’t know how I was chewed out that much and made to feel as though everyone hated me. At that point why was I even hired there?

Eventually I moved from that center though, thankfully I had moved towns I was in and was able to say that I found another center closer to where I now was living. However it was then that I realized I just didn’t enjoy childcare, and the things that came with it. I was good at my job, I did everything I was asked plus some. baby-2981946_960_720.jpgBut that’s the problem in a job like that. You have the people that try so hard and they get the brunt of it all because they actually work and then you have the people that just sit on their butts doing nothing still getting paid because they think childcare means just being in the room with the kids.

And I am not trying to complain about how crappy my work situation was, or place blame or anything like that. I’m telling the facts so that people can get an idea of what working in childcare is like. As much as I loved working with kids, there is just too much other stuff that goes on that burns you out. And while the new center was better by far it came with it’s whole slew of issues as well.

People would get hired then sit, literally sit all day doing absolutely nothing. The boss wouldn’t fire anyone and they new it. The one time the boss stepped up and told some employees that they needed to step up with their job, they stopped coming to work. We had a girl that was hired who sat. Nothing but sitting, and gossiping. Talking smack, and literally hating anyone who actually did their job. It was a fight working with her, asking her to do something made her mad. Then she would talk crap about you to everyone, also not realizing that if she was in the other room that was attached to the one I worked in YOU COULD HEAR EVERY WORD. Classy. Also classy, her talking about her entire personal life, like every extreme detail of every personal thing she did. In front of the kids. I mean I know they’re like 1-2 years old but still, not appropriate. But despite employees acting like that, and causing so much drama, they were never fired. Either because the boss was too nice or just too afraid of losing people because hiring new ones is so much harder.

I have since quit childcare altogether and moved on to yoga.29389458_10211698395800431_8398133395648937984_o Last I heard that one girl is still working, I remember on my second to last day I could hear her talking smack about me. Mocking me because I had quit so I could instead teach yoga. Like of all the things to mock someone about, you’re really going to mock me for finding a more flexible job, better hours and better pay? I simply made it known that I could hear her, didn’t say a word and just walked off. My look, I’m assuming, was something resembling “I am so done with you but you aren’t even worth a fight or a response.” And I have not a single regret that I ever quit because as much as I loved that center the people (okay one person in particular) there were enough to make me never want to return.

The process to yoga was long and difficult, the training was long. The hunt for job was even longer. And the disappointment was a bitter, harsh truth of my reality. I spent months not working, desperately trying to find anything. And while I was extremely blessed that my husband made enough to cover everything it was not without hardship.

And now, I have a great job. For about a month now I have been doing the training, going to classes and teaching! I don’t want to be that person who is jumping for joy because I have moved on in life, not really seeing the bigger picture. But you can generally tell pretty quickly what kind of job it’s going to be. My first month at both childcare jobs were pretty telling, and I soon learned what they would be like. But my first month teaching yoga was literal gold. Okay not literally, but I haven’t enjoyed working this much like ever. After I teach I have a little bounce. I’m happy, and excited to be doing it. I love to see people love what I am teaching, and I love everything about my job. While I have set classes I can also add in some subbing as well, essential working as much or as little as I want.

But to get to this point was a lot of work. I worked so hard, trained hard and got myself to where I am today. And while those lectures from my mom essential at the time didn’t make much sense I realized that yes I need to make the change. So I changed careers, and while that is probably not what my mom meant it has certainly worked for me.25075081_10210934710028764_8413503960227464115_o

So, hang in there. We can make our own futures. It might take time, but I believe that if we don’t like something in life we have the ability to change it. And if you have a really sucky job, I understand. I have been there. I am 23, turning 24 and I have just now figured out what I want to do with my life. There is no age limit as to when you need to figure this out. There is no deadline, and there is nothing saying that you can’t go after your dreams after the age of 21. And yes, sometimes we need to work crappy jobs, but that doesn’t mean that we need to be stuck in them forever. An opportunity will come along, and eventually you will be able to follow a dream and find a job that you can truly enjoy.

Don’t trust the people on the internet

So, how many times have we heard this in our life? If you’re a 90’s kid, like me, you have probably heard this a million times over.giphy Don’t trust people online, don’t give them details about yourself, that person in the chat is OBVIOUSLY a 65 year old male looking for a young girl. Profiles are fake, people lie etc. I grew up honestly believing the worst in people, especially those who are online. And while I may not have been online a whole ton during my childhood, I still was aware of the warnings. Only being allowed to play Neopets online; and only after my sister had done it first, giving the approval that yes I would ONLY be using it for games.

My first facebook account was hidden from my mom, which I felt so guilty about I immediately deleted and than asked her if I could make one and she relented. Talking to people online was such a foreign thing to me, like I still thought that I had to seriously protect my email because if the wrong person got a hold of it then someone could know everything about me. Chats were a huge no and you can forget about connecting with people at all besides calling them on the home phone or talking to them in person.

I was also of the generation that grew up with the introduction of cell phones into all of our daily lives. I can remember picking up the oldest, crappiest flip phone from a free box at a garage sale and all my friends thought I was literally the bomb.com because I had a (unserviced) cell phone. I was 12, this was the life that I grew up in. 10670275_10202881873312879_6495196671531450835_n

But slowly, we all got phones and we all got facebook. My Facebook dates back to 2008 so I was one of the firsts. Not super early I know, but I can remember when facebook became a thing. After being released to everyone, it was thrilling to be signing up for something that could instantly connect me to all my friends, plus some people that I knew but had never actually talked to. I wasn’t quite old enough at the time to have had a myspace, nor was it really that popular like facebook has become.

cool-momBut the warnings still stayed, even when society began changing. My mom constantly asked me who I was talking to. Who I was chatting. “Who are you texting” she would ask. much to my annoyance because I was not about to tell her about the cute guy I liked that week. I wasn’t about to tell her about my friends conversations, I was not about to tell her any of the conversations I had. Not because they were particularly bad, but because I grew up in the generation that NEEDED to protect who they talked to and about what because then we would get the “lecture” and we grew up hearing it so we didn’t want it anymore. I was constantly questioned about who I was talking to; their age, gender, what their family was like, siblings, parents, did they go to church? How do I know them? I remember my mom getting so mad one time because upon this intense questioning about one of my close friends I mumbled a very annoyed “I don’t know” or a blasé one word answer. She had told me “when I was younger I knew everything about my friends, I knew all about their family, I knew what they liked and I even knew how long their parents had been together.” saying this in a very matter of factly, and judgmental, sort of way. It wasn’t that I didn’t know, but I was sick of being peppered with a million questions because somehow if I knew the wrong person I would end up dead. giphy-2If I talked to the “wrong” person, was associated in anyway or was friends with them, that could mean life or death. And while I can understand the fear of this in any parents eyes now, as a child it seemed a little too much to have to tell my mom every friends whole life story.

So, when I got to college, things really changed. I had a taste of freedom that I had not had before, especially with the internet. Not drastically mind you, but that warning began to fade from my mind. My first room mate was assigned to me and I got to know her through her facebook. Although facebook did a poor job, mainly because you make facebook what you want it to be. That was my first lesson in the reality of online.

I began to grow my twitter, chatting with people over twitter threads about how awesome Buffy the Vampire Slayer was. I’ve had twitter almost as long as facebook, thanks to a certain high school blocking facebook and not twitter; all the kids at my school signed up for one. This was my first taste of the friendliness of strangers on the internet. The warnings all but faded in my mind at this point. I mean my mom never really spent that much time warning us so much as banning us from really chatting with random strangers online. And while she had interrogated the crap out of us, or at least tried, about who we were in contact she didn’t have to continually tell us to be wary of the internet. The times she did say it, combined with the need to know every thing we did, was enough to put the warning in our head.

So, when I decided that college wasn’t for me, and I left the big ol city of Chicago to travel back to dreary old Iowa I had (in all reality) nothing to do. I had snagged a part time on call job at the time and had whole mornings free. I was not used to this, I had no class, no tests, no social life anymore. I really suck at making friends and all the ones I had made I had left back in Chicago. So I made use of my library, using the online catalogue. I remember that this was about the time that John Greens “The Fault in Our Stars” came out. I read it, I loved it and I wanted more. Somehow, I had stumbled upon the depths of youtube “book tube” community. I found a fan music video for TFIOS and instantly fell in love. When I realized that there was this whole community making videos solely dedicated to books I was thrilled.booktubes1 I wanted to be a part of this, I wanted to join in. So, I sat down and filmed a review on my phone of enders game. The video (and my channel) has long since been deleted. I filmed it wrong, the quality sucked but I was hooked. I began to follow book people on twitter, talk to them about their channels. Have discussions over different books. And my life changed.

This certainly wasn’t the first time I had chatted with people online. I constantly frequented Omegle, and many friends I had made from camp were strictly online. Although Omegle was a little more risqué. You had to be pretty careful when on Omegle. But Omegle was good for a chat when you were bored, or for a nice troll once in a while.

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I began to “meet” people online, we shared the same interests and we got along really well. I had never been wonderful at making friends so to be quite honest it was mostly me talking to people on their stuff they posted and them responding. But a few people actually stuck around. And some people I even talk to today. I remember I met one of my friends in the book tube community. We both made videos and both enjoyed it but did not have the major passion for it that others did. We don’t always talk every day or even every week but we still communicate and that friendship means a lot to me. Pushing past those warnings and boundaries, proving that not every single person online is a pedophile.

I met another friend over Game of Thrones, and we chat on occasion as well. While we haven’t exchanged personal information I do consider us to be good friends. We share a lot of the same views, and a huge love for game of thrones.

And just recently, I joined twitch. I have had the best conversations with people over video games. I have no fear telling people about myself now. Heck I run a blog where I try to be as open as possible. You can truly meet some really amazing people online, and while the warnings we received as children held some truth we also live in a very different world now. We live and thrive in an online world. People make money from youtube. People Stream them playing a game, and as weird as it sounds, you meet some really solid people on there. twitch_logo_animation

And to be quite honest, the people online have never really hurt me quite like the people in my real life right now. All of my best friends are “online” or texting friends. Mainly because I made my best friends in Chicago and then moved. I also really suck at keeping friends apparently, and have somehow made the ones who live close to me mad. So I love my online friends. I love my gaming buds, my bookish peeps, my tv show pals, I love my dearest best friends who I have to text because they live 6 hours away.

And while I still interact with real life people, in the real world, the online ones just connect with me more. They mean so much, and maybe it’s because we share interests or maybe because I communicate better online or maybe I just come off as less annoying online. Who knows, but what I do know is that these friends stick by me while the ones in my life don’t really do that. And I could be holding up a huge standard for people in my life to meet, but when it becomes apparent that the people online will make an effort to talk to you, to read your stuff or watch your streams but the people in your actual life can’t text you back or hang out or support you in any way as a friend it’s not hard to realize why I like my online friends so much.

I’m also not saying that all people online are golden either, I have definitely met the worst of some online. People who get mad when you say a simple statement, who abuse you for having a certain view. It happens a lot in the book community actually. Someone likes a book and the whole community shuns them because that book is “bad” or there was the time that I pointed out that no matter how terrible a book is said to be it’s morally wrong to purposely go to Goodreads and give them a bad review without even trying to read the book. And same goes for reviewing it very well if you haven’t read it. Online, it can be a mess sometimes. Theres sucky people everywhere. But at least online you can control what you see a little bit more.

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But really what it boils down to is finding people with similar interests who you can get along with. Wether thats online, or in real life. And take the internet warning with a grain of salt. Be safe, sure but don’t think that every single person online is a terrible person just out to get you.

 

Blog Changes

I really want to keep up a blog, it’s something that I have been wanting to do for a while and yet never have seem to settle on one blog. Honestly I’ve gone through several. Book blogs, Christian blogs, lifestyle blogs. Each topic I am passionate about. But I can never seem to keep up a blog solely on a single topic. I thought this time around I would be able to track my journey of trying to eat more plants. I thought with the added bonus of yoga, zero waste, essential oils and other similar topics it would be a breeze. But honestly, there is just not that much to talk about. Once I played out my entire life and journey and what I am trying to accomplish I was at a road block. I promised posts and they just didn’t happen.

Now I don’t blog to gain followers, or likes or anything. I blog because I love to write and I love to talk about things. Mainly a blog is a good way to connect with others with similar interests and things like that. As much as I would like to keep this a singular blog, I honestly just can’t.

Now I’m not saying that I am going to delete my whole blog and leave people hanging. I’m just saying that I want to expand. I want more in my blog. I want to be able to talk about what I want without feeling as though I need to fit into some standard that I had initially set up for myself. I don’t want to be tied down but a singular topic that I had decided I needed to blog about. So I am expanding. Instead of being a solely vegan blog, or solely yoga, zero waste etc I want to just expand to a basic lifestyle blog.

So in this blog, I will be talking about-well- my life. I read a lot, I do photography, I love cats, I try my best to make it to church every sunday and read my bible. I game- a lot- all types of game. I love board games, I love books, heck I even love to review a good book. I’m married, I rent an apartment. I’m from Iowa, best known for cows and corn. And I love meeting new people and chatting about similar things. So that’s what I want this blog to reflect. My loves, my life, events and just all in general lifestyle things.

I will fully understand if this change seems sudden, or too much. I’m not going to take it personally if I get a few unfollows for this. Like I said I’m not doing this to gain followers or anything. It’s just nice to write things out. So if the new variety is not what you signed up for when you followed this blog that’s okay. People change, blogs change, social medias change. When I first started twitter it was because facebook was blocked at my high school. Then when I got to college I was huge into Buffy and followed 50+ million accounts dedicated to Buffy. Then it was books, and reviews, then plant eating things, zero waste and now games. I’ve come to realize that tying to limit myself to just one thing I like is impossible.

So, I’m going to update my blog. The name, maybe layout, header photo and web address (if I can). But it will still be me, still the same quirky (or really bad) blog posts. It’s just going to expand, be a little more broad and talk about real things in my life. I will not delete old posts. I will just add on. Book reviews, real life chats and struggles, favorite games, my experiences streaming and game happenings, photography, things that hit home with my christian life, encouragement and general items like that. Also obsessive cat posts because cats are the bomb.

So just giving everyone a heads up, that I will be transitioning to a lifestyle blog and not just a veganish blog. If you guys stay on board for this process I will seriously love you. If it’s not your cup of tea, I will still seriously love you.

If there is anything you guys want to hear about as well, just hit me up and let me know. I am by no means an expert on anything but I do have a lot of things that happen in my life and know a thing or two about general life stuff. Thank you for all your patience as I try and figure out who I am in blog form.