Battle Suits

When life is shaping up to be another day in Armageddon, I have different ways of preparing. There are the obvious preparations like eating healthy and dressing for the occasion; then there are the more obscure things like mental preparation and adorning your battle suit. Probably sounds silly, but over the years I have pieced together a “battle suit” that really helps when life becomes difficult. It’s also a staple for me…when my family, friends, or roomates see me in this suit they know to tread softly.

So what’s my battle suit? Bare feet, plain cargo shorts and bright Hawaiian shirt. If you were to see me sitting cross-legged somewhere..yup, that’s my battle stance. Silly and strange? Yes…but believe it or not it helps. On a mental level it helps to associate certain things with strength, so when the battle comes you will be more prepared.

Writing this post got me thinking–while the original title was “My Battle Suit”, I’m curious if others do something similar? Do you have a battle suit? Maybe a sentimental scarf, special shoes (girls, high-heels?), or actual plate armor?

I’d love to read what you think!


Love Yourself..Be Yourself

Why do people enjoy the new film, Frozen, sooo much? It sounds strange, but that petty thought has been nagging at my mind for a few weeks now. Yes, I have seen the movie–and truth be told it did not WOW me like so many others. With Disney movies in view, Frozen would be under other classics such as Lion King and Pirates of the Caribbean.

Then a simple thought popped in my mind: the songs. Whenever I hear about Frozen, I also hear about that (now) famous song: “Let It Go”. After musing for a few more moments..I drew up this question: “Do people like this movie because they have trouble letting go?” Casting social pretense over the shoulder and proudly marching into the world unedited can be a bold do people savor the thought of doing it themselves?

I do.

“Be Yourself”–we have become immune to this statement. Everyone says it!! Movies, posters, salesmen, mothers, fathers… No doubt you have heard this advice from another source.

Then why don’t we “let go” and “be ourselves”? Similar to the film, I believe it is fear. Fear that people won’t like us. Fear that we will hurt those nearest and dearest to us with the truth. Fear that we will feel exposed by “letting go”.

Those fears are real, folks. I feel them everyday.

But do you want to know the key to trumping fear? A good, hearty dose of (dare-I-say) LOVE. (I know one writer in particular who is laughing at me right now… -_- )

Such an easy solution! LOVE yourself. Accept that you are who you are. Stop trying to be someone else..then the world would be short one amazing person. :)

So I challenge you (and myself): First start loving yourself..and watch as it becomes easier to be yourself.

Nothing is Therapeutic

Have you ever found a secluded spot, perhaps some deep forest with nothing but rolling hills and evergreens for miles in every direction, and shouted your problems to the emptiness? Did you feel some great weight gradually lift from your mind as you shouted? Why is that? Because nothing is therapeutic.

Have you ever caught yourself staring off into space, your eyes unblinking and your mind completely blank? How many minutes ticked by while you were in this “stupor”? Did you feel more alive and renewed with vigor after this experience? Because nothing is therapeutic.

Have you ever left a room and sought a place of solitude because you couldn’t stand the noise anymore? Did the silence bring satisfaction and comfort, encouraging your soul to try again? Why is that? Because nothing is therapeutic.


In the emptiness of nature lies our nearest and dearest friend: the nothing. A hidden entity who watches over the nobody and lives in the nowhere. When we earnestly seek the wisdom and help of nothing, with lovely silence it will heal us. But beware–the therapy of nothing is a potent brew. Partake too deeply and you may find yourself doomed to drink a nobody headed nowhere.


Do you believe in pixies? I do..but my pixies are far removed from the traditional description. These creatures are devious and torturous, characterized by small acts that make our lives miserable.

I can see them..hiding at the edge of my field of vision. That odd bit of movement fluttering at the corners of  my eyes. Turning my head quickly I find nothing, of course. Such a nasty trick..causing us to question our vision or worse: our sanity.

How to protect yourself from pixies? Well, my theory (which is based on incomplete research) is that these creatures have a type of perverted “yin-yang” personality. They are attracted to those who are happy with the intent of balancing the emotional balance in our world. The happier you are, the more pixies you attract. So a logical solution would be to act depressed and sad..then you attract fewer pixies and life is much easier to live.

Incoming Rant (#1)

What’s the deal with people?

In earnest, my heart bleeds for humanity. This will not be easy to write, as every word is directed at myself more than those around me. But how can I keep these thoughts caged within my mind any longer? Take a dive with me..into the rantings of a mad man.

Since when did apathy replace passion? How many times have we faced an emotional situation with a blank stare? The crying homeless, the terminally ill, the abused children, the frightened they mean nothing to us? Once I theorized that people–if given the chance–would choose to remove those “lesser fortunate” than themselves from society in an effort to quiet their conscience. But people have proven me wrong…they remove “society rejects” on the subconscious level. Why would you ignore a fellow human being!?

And what’s with the inverse shift in human relationships? The closer someone is to our heart, the more we hurt them and are hurt by them. We hold a stranger’s opinion at a higher tier of acceptance than a close friend’s. In light of this, why even have friends? Choosing to let someone inside your heart and head only ends in pain. Holding the world at an arms length is secure enough, but why do we choose the first?

Finally, why do we feel the need to subjugate ourselves to “the system”? Everyone complains about a higher power–from the parent’s home rules to the workplace policies and upward to the legislative process–we hate it. Our very core rebels and yearns to break free from these cords. But….at the same time…we want those cords. Within our very insecure souls is a little flame for organization and established order. What sense does that make!? The raging beast is quelled by the tiny flame…

Yet another day where I see humanity as a broken mirror. No matter how long you look at the many fractures–all you see is yourself.