Category Archives: Famous Quotes

The Christmas Crazies

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I haven’t written in awhile, a long while. And I don’t know if that’s good….or bad…or really either. Maybe I should. Maybe writing is good for me, a good cathartic outlet, kind of like a good cathartic cry. But, again, most of the times I’ve written it’s because I had something on my mind, too many things on my mind, a mind that couldn’t be decluttered or reorganized. It couldn’t be wrapped, or frosted or hung by the chimney with care.

Well, maybe I’m there again. Maybe a new kitten destroying my new chair, job applications and taxes, mortgage approvals and house hunting, secrets and lies, affairs and separations, divorces and engagements, sore muscles and migraines, new babies, new birthdays and simply a case of the winter blahs are on my mind. Maybe I’m there with too much in my brain and nowhere for it to go.

Except here. It can go here. For you, the few that may or may not still be interested in my fledgling writing and non-credentialed thoughts, well here is your ever non-impressive and non-ground breaking thought explosion in all of its glory.

It’s Christmas…and some years that fills me with joy, others with dread. For some reason this year I just don’t know, I’m stuck somewhere in between the two and though in between is better than down, it’s not better than up, so in between I will stay.

For anybody like me filling the mixed stocking of anticipation and dread, excitement and fear, then I feel for you, or fear for you…hell, one and the same really. A Merry Friggen Christmas to all and to all a mediocre night!

I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind. – Edgar Allen Poe

The Ginga Ninja

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Put off until tomorrow what you could do today

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See, I rewrote it. Sometimes it’s okay to put things off. Sometimes it’s what you need, what you want, what your life demands. Let’s be honest, whoever wrote the original saying of “Don’t put off until tomorrow what can be done today” was some sort of parent, or teacher, or over-eager ambitious motivator type. They obviously had time on their hands, money in their pockets and brains in their heads. Damn you Benjamin Franklin.

Okay, I’m being facetious. I do believe it’s true…to a point. Let me reiterate, to a point. Decisions should take thought. Not everything you do can be spontaneous. Some of it should be certain, some of it shouldn’t be today…suuurreee everybody deserves a little spontaneity, but if your whole life is based on spur-of-the-moment decisions, well, then it’s chaos. Chaos breeds more chaos and soon you are swimming in a river a chaos that empties into an ocean of chaos and you find yourself holding onto the edge of a life raft on the open end of a bottle of uppers, or downers, or mediumers.

Okay, okay, again I’m being a little overly dramatic. But, there is a time and a place for everything is really what I’m getting at. And sometimes my friends, well, you must be ready.

I just did something for the first time in years. And let me tell you, it felt great and awful and awful and great. I feel more like me, more energetic, more positive, more full of maybes. However, I put it off and off and off because something inside me wasn’t ready. Something inside me wasn’t pushed far enough or hard enough or crazy enough to do it and honestly, something made me stop doing it in the first place.

So ya, maybe I should have done it yesterday, and had I done it yesterday it would have been today. And since I did it today, well yesterday, that would have been tomorrow and if I did it tomorrow, well tomorrow would be today. So, don’t overthink it people, because if you do, you will realize that it’s all just semantics. There may not always be a tomorrow, but as long as you are standing here, there is always a today.

The Ginga Ninja

New Year, New You?

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mmI’m sitting here with thoughts in my head and lazy in my fingers…barely just willing myself to type. Don’t let the title fool you, one night cannot make an entire new you. A you that makes resolutions, recommits to passions and hobbies, and tries harder to be good at the things they are good at and even better at the things they aren’t….suuurrreee…but a new you? C’mon people.

Who in their right mind really believes that one cold night in winter (well, in certain countries) makes you a different person, or even makes you dedicate to being a better person. I gave up on resolutions years ago because frankly, you give up on them quickly and stress yourself out when you are failing.  What about just trying to be okay everyday?

As I say this, I did just make homemade soup, am watching Jeopardy, sat down to write for the first time in months, read 10 chapters of a book, mentally recommitted to playing my guitar and did yoga for the first time in a year…but I won’t call these things resolutions…I will call these things the things I shoulda been doing all along.

So resolve to be the version of you that operates best and most content, not the version of you that doesn’t exist, because trust me, if you do…you will not only let the new you, but the old you down too.

The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing. – Walt Disney

The Ginga Ninja

The Neverending Story

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1dfffc445d3e85da28400c495fc9a67eSome things are just never done.  Have you ever noticed that? It’s infuriating, no seriously. No matter how many loads of laundry you put through, how many showers you take, how often you sweep, or even how thorough you shave your legs….it’s never really done.

The saddest part of this is that these things only really finish when we do.

I guess in that case it’s important to put in perspective that with all the annoying things finally being finished, so would all the good things.  All the sunsets you could still see, the rollercoasters you could ride, brussel sprouts you could eat (if you actually like those disgusting little morsels), or kisses you could muster.  Put it in perspective.  Every end is a beginning and every beginning is an end.

Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.
Winston Churchill

The Ginga Ninja

New Year, New Perspective

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article-2344762-1A68F156000005DC-570_306x423How close minded are you? In today’s day and age, people are told not to settle. We can all survive without a partner and chances of that partnership lasting are slim. So, we date, we live together, we sleep around and sometimes we think long and hard before we commit. But, all this “not settling” and hesitation means that we can become very (for lack of a better word), picky. We want the perfect partner for us. The person who adds to our life, not detracts and the person you could live with for awhile, even if not forever.

Gone are the days of meeting naturally. The pond is bigger, the competition is fierce and we know deep down, we may never meet that person who will complete us. With online dating comes a plethora of knowledge long before you’ve even met. We can pinpoint our exact type down to their astrology sign. But, has all this knowledge made us hard?

On paper I know my type. But, if I’m honest, I rarely have sparks with on-paper perfection. I once started talking to somebody who lived in a neighbouring town. When asked why it was a problem, I stated that I didn’t want to drive 40 minutes to see him or spend my weekends away. Been there, done that, have the war wounds. BUT, in the same breath admitted that I was fully willing to commit to somebody in a different country. My friend very quickly caught the obvious flaw in my argument – you aren’t willing to drive to another city, but you are okay with another country?

It made me realize how small we have painted our visions of our perfect partner. We know what career they should
have, how much they should make, how many siblings are ideal and what geographical region they should live in. The hurdles we create are so high that nobody will ever finish that race. But, once in awhile, every once in a big, blue map2moon, we meet somebody who forces us to throw it all out the window. Their accent, religion, upbringing, family life, job, view on politics, and country are completely wrong and yet something about them is completely right.

This same friend of mine also admitted that her ex-boyfriend was perfect. He was the perfect gentlemen, the perfect boyfriend and better yet the perfect ex-boyfriend. They were blessed to have the amicable breakup that we all dream of and to this day he maintains she is wonderful and he would’ve loved her forever. BUT, despite this dreamy Ken doll being the epitome of what she thought she wanted in a man, instead she found herself attracted to a much older, divorced, folically-challenged father. A person that never in a million years would have made her cut-off list was suddenly candidate number one.

This made me think…why are we all so narrow minded on who we want to be with? When it comes to love and logic, rarely do the two ever coincide. I read a great article put out by a dating site reminding us that when you follow your heart over your head, you may just be surprised who you end up with. Maybe that funny, musical, poetic guy who gives you nightly backrubs has a different religious upbringing or education level. Maybe that six-figure ringing social climber with the great job, car and condo actually lacks emotional intelligence and empathy. We can’t go out and create the perfect person, because frankly, one doesn’t exist. All we can do is trust our instincts. Sometimes it may be in the form of logic, other times lust, but the only way to learn, grow, or maybe make the best mistake of your life is to risk the unknown.

We build too many walls and not enough bridges. – Sir Isaac Newton

The Ginga Ninja

The Moody Mind

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I think I am in a writing mood, nay, I am in a writing mood.11429225895_5b5a1f76d4_m

I haven’t been in one in a long time, or maybe more appropriately I’ve been putting my time elsewhere. With spring and summer come social events, the desire to be out and about – 9 o’clock seems early and sleep unnecessary.

Give me fall and winter and what you have on your hands is a bit of a hermit. Some nights I’m bummy and wishing for some fake life or love that doesn’t exist and some nights I want nothing more than to rush home to my fireplace, television, new pillows (mooorreee new pillows, I truly think I have a problem) and get lost in a movie, crockpot, new television show, or a painting. Fall and winter turn me into an ever-elusive introvert and funnily enough cause me to be more tired than ever.

Now I’m an educated soul. I’m sure it’s my hideaway nature and lack of exercise that’s making me more tired. The less you do, the less you want to do. It’s a vicious little chicken and egg cycle. We are too tired to get out (and let’s be honest, I already work full time +), but the less we get out, the more tired we become! What a conundrum….#firstworldproblem if there ever was one.

showimageBut, there are days, and I know I’m not alone; I can’t put my finger on the problem. It’s not life altering, it’s not life-changing, but I’m in a mood. A pensive, lonely, frustrated mood…like you aren’t getting all you should out of life, and yet, that is life. Nobody is ever really alone and the internet just proves it. In the past couple of weeks I can’t tell you the amount of people who have mentioned they are feeling down, stressed, tired, sick, frustrated, annoyed at dating…it’s universal, or perhaps universal when you live in a country with very distinct cold weather patterns. There is a reason that suicide rates are higher in cold countries. No joke.

So, I guess I need to decide whether stressing out about my dirty apartment and unfinished painting is the right way to go, or hitting the gym, hitting the bar and maybe hitting on a boy is the better avenue (I kid, I kid…I would be out for my friends, wink wink). The sad part is, as I sit here and type this, the fact that I can type this or even have a choice in these decisions shows how fortunate my miniscule little life really is.

So on that note, I guess as long as you have a choice you have a life, whether that be hiding away in your loft like a troll or getting dolled up like a princess, there is usually tomorrow and only when there is no tomorrow do your choices cease to exist. So, you make the call…how do you want to spend today?

Every man builds his world in his own image. He has the power to choose, but no power to escape the necessity of choice. – Ayn Rand

The Ginga Ninja

That’s Why They Call it the Blues…The Winter Blues

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winter-bluesI’ve been extremely, overwhelmingly sick in my (well we’ll call it short) lifetime. Sometimes more than others and probably for different reasons. At the end of the day, normally I end up fatigued in the winter, get a respiratory infection, land myself on antibiotics and eventually get really ill with stomach problems and bacterial overgrowth. But, even hospital-inducing illness aside, the one thing I’ve always been known to struggle with is SAD. No, not just a big old frown on my face, but Seasonal Affective Disorder (otherwise funnily enough known as SAD, which is exactly what it makes you).

In changing a fair bit of my lifestyle and diet, I was able to somewhat escape it. Heaven forbid I live like a normal sucker and just get the winter blues instead of sweating, fainting and illness. This year however, well a flu led to a cold, let to lethargy…led to…and that’s where it ends goddammit. We’ll call mine, the Winter Reds.

It’s a cold, dark winter and I’m in the heart of the most depressing month. But, I’m doing my best to stay above water. Stay positive, accept that a basic “not giving a crap” attitude may come out of this and I will probably survive. Probably. Maybe with too many headaches, cramping muscles and bad moods, but probably still at least a step away from death’s door.

Well, I’m not alone in this battle. Cold cultures have a higher rate of suicide and divorce in January. People struggle with lethargy, lack of motivation, fatigue and a general depressing state in colder months. It’s why vacation hot spots peak and prices skyrocket. It’s why cold month babies are created and love handles exist. The winter months have our basic instinct bodies reverting to a sense of hibernation. Deep down, all we need is to stay warm, feed and save our energy. If we don’t, we just may not make it through alive.

So, this year I’m celebrating my SAD. That’s right, I said it, I’m HAPPY to celebrate my SAD.

A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ. – John Steinbeck

The Ginga Ninja

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