Second Thoughts

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Even if you don’t have them for long, everyone has second thoughts about one decision or another in their life.

We use the phrase, “on second thought” to express that we have given something more thought, or that we are reconsidering something.

As fun as it it to be spontaneous, sometimes you have to rethink, reevaluate, etc. Take a second look at your situation… are you happy? If the answer is no, you should be having second thoughts! You gotta think about number one!

Though these decisions we make vary in importance…

“On second thought, I will have that cup of coffee.”

“On second thought, I don’t think I want to go out tonight.”

“I’m having second thoughts on not taking the job.”

“I’m having second thoughts about our engagement.”

…Every decision you make there is the potential for second thoughts. You are a human. We think we know what we want, but we love to change our minds. We think, then we over think … We make ourselves, and others, a little bit crazy. But it’s OKAY!

Hopefully, in the end, you figure out what’s best for you and the situation you’re in and everyone will be better for it.

I encourage the second thought, especially when playing it safe. Give adventure a chance, try something new, talk to that person across the room before they talk to you, learn a new skill, dye your hair, try a new style, order something you wouldn’t normally order,  make the first move. Life begins at the end of your comfort zone. Don’t let those once in lifetime opportunities pass you by.

Make yourself happy.

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Quite Irksome

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Today’s word: Irksome [urk-suh m] (adj.)

Meaning: annoying; irritating; exasperating; tiresome; bothersome; tending to irk

According to Wiktionary it originates from the Old English word weorcsum(painful, hurtful).

Other forms: irk, irksomely (adv.), irksomeness (n)

Spanish translation: irritante, fastidioso

And now a list of things that I find quite irksome:

  1. When the lid of the toilet or the seat itself is left up.
  2. When people blatantly liter.
  3. Bills
  4. Hangnails
  5. Flyaway hairs
  6. Wet socks
  7. Canker sores
  8. Donald Trump
  9. When people overshare on social media
  10. Alarm clocks
  11. When people say “I seen it” instead of “I saw it”
  12. CONSTANT phone users
  13. People who cut you off while driving

Relish vs. Relish

When I hear and see the word relish the first thing I think of is, green topping for a hot dog. Which, to me, presents a negative connotation to the word. I am not a fan of the chunky green pickle substance. But oddly enough, the alternate definition of relish is actually: liking or enjoyment of the taste of something; to take pleasure in; enjoy.

But let me tell you, I do not relish that condiment we know as relish.

Okay… you got me…I’ve never even had relish. But it looks kind of scary…

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Maybe now that my palette has expanded I’d be willing to give this one a go.

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Jalapeno Relish from Souffle Bombay … It might be worth a try.

But we’ll see if I relish for more relishing of the relish after I finally try it.

What I have found I definitely have relish for, is the learning of linguistics and how our beautifully complicated language works.

Today I focus on this particular homonym, relish. 

Relish has over time become a homonym, it originated from the Old French word reles,  meaning scent, taste or aftertaste. Then moved to meaning “the enjoyment of the taste or flavor” and finally in 1797 the “condiment, which imparts flavor” was born. So now, we can relish something, have relish for something…or we can simply eat relish.

A relish, in the food form, can also mean something other than the pickled surprise we can order on our Chicago hot dog. Relishes are common among Indian and African cuisine. For example a jam or a chutney, made with chopped vegetables or fruits…It’s sort of similar to a salsa but is usually spread on top of a meat as opposed to being dipped into by a chip or a cracker.

And Also! There are relish trays, which usually includes a variety of savory veggies, such as pickles, olives and beets.

Relish is one of the many homonyms in our language.

I relish for knowledge! I plan to do more simple research on, not only English and language, but the habits, customs and traditions we’ve established over the years.

This year I’ve been especially fascinated by the words we use and where they come from. The Great Courses offer very in-depth information about linguistics and vocabulary…and so many other things. But I found these topics make my brain work, I’ve never been so aware of my speech and the discourse habits we’ve collectively created among regions and social groups.

“Relish everything that’s inside of you, the imperfections, the darkness, the richness and light and everything. And that makes for a full life.”
-Anthony Hopkins

Face Your Fears

Happy Thursday. I need my writing outlet back, let’s do this.

With the push of a button I received a random daily prompt, Fear Factor, People are afraid of all kinds of things: spiders, the dark, or being enclosed in small spaces. Tell us about your greatest fear — rational or irrational.

Not a bad way to start blogging again, revealing a part of myself that I don’t think I have before. I have had many fears in my life, some are greater than others and some I have overcome…some, I think, are just part of being human. I don’t think I have any legitimate phobias that bring me to the point of complete anxiety but there have been times where a few of these things get me pretty close. So without further ado, it’s time to acknowledge my fear of….

clowns
rollercoasters, now I love them.
big dogs, now I want one
the monster under my bed, now we’re friends
people in masks
potentially haunted places
thunderstorms, now I love them
the dark, as long as I know where I am
a recall on Monster Energy
the doctor’s office
being buried alive
bees
small spaces
missing out
scary movies, now I help make them
the unknown
gaining weight
being aloneI’m pretty good company to myself
public speaking, as long as I’m prepared
being unprepared
being misunderstood
saying the wrong thing
losing my hearing
the pain in my arm will never go away
not finishing what I start
being wrong
being needed
dying
failing
getting pregnant
upsetting the people I love
commitment
never finding true love
never being good enough
losing the people I love

Luckily, there are so many good things and good people in life to make these fears a little less scary.

The Wonderfully Blank Pages

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Mystery Wrapped in an Enigma.”

This Daily Prompt was from a few days ago, but I’m given it a go for today!

Something the most people probably don’t know about me….

Well, some people know about this, particularly my close relatives, but most people don’t know that I, Kelli, am addicted to journals.

There is something exhilarating about filling the wonderfully blank pages with my thoughts, findings and ideas throughout my days. I have a journal from middle school, from high school, from my years at Purdue, from my internship/summer in Chicago in 2012, from my summer in Boston in 2013, from my 12 days in Europe and I currently have one that I started when I began classes at DePaul. But also, I have one I write film/creative ideas in, I have one I write poetry in, I have one I write quotes in, I have one I write about my family in, I have one I make goal lists and write about milestones in, I have one I write about sound in, one I write about editing in, one that I draw in and one that I carry with me in my purse for notes on the go.FullSizeRender

Maybe this is too many…but some how I keep it straight. And I love it. My life is going to be well documented, and since about 2010, a lot of it is documented in cursive, because why not…it’s a dying art.

Now that people like my mom and my aunt know about my journal fetish…they buy me more. And sometimes I just can’t pass up a deal at TJ Maxx or Target…”Journal for $3.00! Yeah okay, I’ll use it eventually!”

My journals have sort of become scrapbooks as well. When I was in Boston I started taping in little memories of the places I went to go along with my writing. I’m the kind of person who likes to save silly stuff like a napkin from a coffee shop with its logo on it (don’t worry it’s unused) so I decided why not incorporate those things in my journals instead of having a box of stuff I don’t always remember where I saved it from.

It’s a strange bit of my life that not a lot of people know about, that’s for sure. But it’s a very important part that brings me so much joy. I get to read what my past self wrote (some of it really childish and goofy) and realize that I really am growing as a person, as a writer and as a creative thinker.

Cheers to all that write in journals, keep it up!

The Soundtrack of My Life: Volume 1

Cue the Violins

The Soundtrack of my life, if it were a movie…
We’ll call it Volume 1.

Based on past events, feelings and people in my life.

  1. Wannabe by Spice Girls
  2. I’m Too Sexy by Right Said Fred
  3. How Do I Live by LeAnn Rimes
  4. Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen
  5. Don’t You Forget About Me by Simple Minds
  6. Hand in My Pocket by Alanis Morissette
  7. Find the Real by Alter Bridge
  8. Pearl of the Stars by Coheed and Cambria
  9. Anyway by Martina McBride
  10. Love Like a Sunset by Phoenix
  11. Forever and Always by Bullet For My Valentine
  12. Forever by Chris Brown
  13. The Great Escape by Pink
  14. Thrive by Switchfoot
  15. Fallen by Imagine Dragons
  16. Burning Bridges by OneRepublic
  17. Madness by Muse
  18. The Walker by Fitz and the Tantrums
  19. Everything by Lifehouse
  20. I Was Here by Beyoncé

 

 

We’re Not Perfect

I’ve realized today, I am too much of a perfectionist to write about something for ten minutes and be happy with it. I chose a topic 3 or 4 different times to write about and either got interrupted…since I’m at work…so my thoughts got interrupted or I think to myself, “This sounds dumb, reset the clock.”

One reason I like to blog is because it challenges me. It tests my creativity, my writing, my thought process and other things I didn’t even realize, like my perfectionism.  I don’t like to fail, I hate the feeling of looking dumb or being judged and that is just stupid because the fact is this, it is going to happen. There is a 100% chance I am going to fail, I am going to be wrong, I am going to look like a complete idiot at some point, perhaps more than once a day. I just need to (wo)man up and deal with the fact that I can’t be perfect. I catch myself sometimes with that feeling deep in my stomach like someone is in there punching or squeezing something to remind me, “hey, you might be wrong” “you can do better” “why the hell did you just say that?” “you totally had food in your teeth for that whole conversation” then finally my brain catches up and is all like, “Kelli, you’re fine. You are human. You are overthinking this.”

So ladies and gents, I am not perfect and neither are you. So let’s be wrong , let’s fail, let’s look like an idiot because in the long run those moments won’t matter, they will fade, and having experienced those bad times we will appreciate the moments we are right, the times we succeed, and the times we feel like we are on top of the world even more.

Ready, Set, Done