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Changes

“They must often change, who would be constant in happiness or wisdom.” Confucius

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“Action and reaction, ebb and flow, trial and error, change – this is the rhythm of living. Out of our over-confidence, fear; out of our fear, clearer vision, fresh hope. And out of hope, progress.” Bruce Barton

“It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.”  C.S. Lewis


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Blog on hold.

For the time being, I’m going to have to put this blog on hold. I’ve decided I really need to write about something that matters– that I can showcase in a portfolio and be proud of producing. That said, I’m placing my writing energy into freelance. I’m searching out people and contacts willing to give me an assignment. I’m willing to test many different writing styles, techniques and platforms.

If you’re looking for a writer, let me know!

Sarah.Ryck@gmail.com

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COMFORTER UPDATE!

All right, so remember I mentioned I really badly want a funky new bed spread or comforter. Well,{Bam!} I found it! I really want it, but I’m not sure if I’m willing {able} to pay $200+ for the queen size. Its the Wildfield Bedding form Anthropologie. It’s just so beautiful and exactly the color scheme I was going for…

Isn't it perfect?

I would really like this. :[ If you know of anywhere I can buy this on sale, on eBay, on freaking Craig’s list even {please, please keep your bed bugs to yourself}. I will consider it {okay, so my skin is crawling. Craig’s list but only if it’s brand new}.

Even if you know a place that sell similar comforters & bed spreads PLEASE let me know. The hours I’ve spent searching for a bed spread is on the verge of being obsessive. Help a sista out?

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Giving up…

Is anyone else a fan of random google searches? I sure am. I type something that’s been running through my mind and I see what pops up {older blog similar idea}. A while ago it was giving up. To my surprise, the first result was a simple little video to Ingrid Michaelson’s “giving up.”  I’ve loved loved loved Ms. Michaelson since before it was the cool thing to do. Just ask my poor boyfriend who sat through multiple listenings and analyses of every song I could find of hers. I was thrilled {to say the least} when she was the first result.

Upon your first listen, because the song is so slow and repetitive, it sounds desolate like she’s giving up on everything {the original video I found was great but unfortunately embedding is disabled. Here’s the same song different video}:

Did you get that she isn’t giving up?! She’s not giving up at all. She’s found she will be  happy in all that is imperfect. I think what she’s saying is she’s giving up her insecurities. I think she’s giving up the what-ifs and life’s imperfections and she’s loving what she has, which of course is “you.”

What if we stop having a ball?
What if the paint chips from the wall?
What if there’s always cups in the sink?
What if I’m not what you think I am?

{What if everything isn’t perfect. What if we don’t work out}

What if I fall further than you?
What if you dream of somebody new?
What if I never let you win, chase you with a rolling pin?
Well what if I do?

{What if I love you more that you love me. What if I go bat shit crazy?}

I am giving up on making passes and
I am giving up on half empty glasses and
I am giving up on greener grasses
I am giving up

{Well I’m giving up on losing out. I’m giving up on other guys. I’m giving up negativity. I’m giving up on what-ifs and insecurities}

What if our baby comes home after nine?
What it your eyes close before mine?
What if you lose yourself sometimes? Then I’ll be the one to find you
Safe in my heart

{What if we ruin our children. What if I’m left all alone. What if we aren’t perfect. That’s okay because I’ll love you all the same}

I am giving up on making passes and
I am giving up on half empty glasses and
I am giving up on greener grasses
I am giving up

I am giving up
I am giving up
I am giving up on greener grasses

I am giving up for you
I am giving up for you
I am giving up

{I’m giving up the negativity, the what-ifs and the insecurities because I believe in you. I’m giving up the search for greener grasses because there’s no one greener than you}

Well, there you have it. Ingrid isn’t giving up at all. She’s committing herself to the person the song is written about. My interpretation to another Ingrid song. Maybe you don’t agree you. You don’t need to. I get this chick though and I’m sticking by my interpretation because it made me feel all better. Bam!

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Day seventeen & eighteen

Someone you see yourself marrying in the future
What kind of person attracts you?

This blog challenge was a bad idea. I haven’t really stuck with it on a daily basis, but I figure as long as I do the prompts sometime I haven’t failed completely.

Before college I could never see myself getting married. I could not even imagine it. I was obsessively opposed to being typical and conventional. My parents have been divorced since before I can remember and I didn’t want to deal with that. I had it in my mind that people only hurt other people.

Once I got to college, I began to day dream. I developed my own morals and values and am confident that I have good judgement to pick the right man {if that man will choose me, we will have too see}. I adore being very close to someone and I like the idea of marriage now.

Simple enough, I need someone interesting who will keep me entertained year after year because well I will only get married once {fingers crossed}.They need to have similar morals and values– I have my philosophies and I’m sort of a stubborn chick. He needs to be trustworthy, loyal, honest, faithful and devoted. I’m very easy-going though so he must be too. I require a great deal of support, encouragement and reinforcement. I want my husband to be a source of strength. With one life to live we will make it amazing and we will do it together.

I think I need a dreamer, someone who enjoys adventures and exploring as much as I do. A man who lives in the now but never stops dreaming of the future is important. How about a man who continues to grow intellectually, teaches me new things and searches for truth?

I like story-tellers. I love to listen. Yet, of course, I need someone willing to listen too. So a man with a strong set of communication skills would be wonderful {men communicating–what am I thinking!?}. I need a straight talker. Tell me how it is–when I’m bat shit crazy I don’t need someone to cower and tip toe around me and when I’m right he needs to back me up {I’m never crazy and I’m always right so that wont be an issue, of course}.

And finally,  I’d like a man who can say I love you, know what it means and show it. Actions certainly speak louder than words. My husband must be his own person. I want to be a team of two incredibly awesome people. I want to be and incredibly awesome couple. I want to be envied {& I will be watch!}.

I  want to spend my life with my best friend.

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Vision board

I need a craft. BIG TIME. I’ve got creative juices seeping out of every pore of my bod like crazy. That’s right the entire bod. So, I think I’m going to create a vision board. YUP. A vision board. It’s all about me, which of course is always fun. It’s creative, which is awesome. It’s all about dreaming, again awesome. You always hear about these stupidly successful people taking on stupid ass projects like this so here’s my attempt to be stupid successful. Bam.

I shall update if the vision board makes it out of the brainstorming phase.

 

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Day fifteen–Person I wish I could be

The person that you wish you could be…

That girl is mostly who I am…except…

You’re beautiful. You’re tiny weighing 40 lbs less. You are fit. In fact, exercising is fun for you, something you look forward to everyday. You always find exciting activities that keep the exercise plan extremely fun. Everyday you have the energy to do new things. Your hair is always done, looking shiny, smooth and cute. You have no idea the word split-end exists. Your nails are always painted and never chipped. Your skin is completely clear and soft with a healthy tan. Your make-up has a way of always being tasteful and natural looking but not boring. Amazingly it never smudges. You have your own unique sense of style and you’re perfectly put together even if you’re just relaxing in sweats. Yes, you’re beautiful and you don’t even care.

You’re incredible in other ways too, though. You’re ultra intelligent without even trying. This perfect you sees her brain as her most valuable asset. Everyday you keep up on important issues. You’re into politics and world issues. The newspaper is read every single day without fail. You take on the causes that mean the most to you.  Your free time is spent making a difference. You live a green life and care deeply for the environment. You try to do your part.

You love with your whole heart and you let everyone know what they mean to you. You always answer texts within seconds and you’ve never missed a call. Whenever anyone calls and you always have the energy to listen to their issues. The right advice dwells inside you whatever the problem

You have the perfect job, which you adore. Waking up day after day, you look forward to work and the people you work with. You’re bursting with natural talents and most things come easy to you. You write for fun and get paid to do so. You have total independence and that doesn’t scare you one bit. When your car breaks down you know what’s broken and never get scammed. You have enough money for yourself with some left over to help others. You’ve got your shit together because you’re strong and confident but the size of your heart is clear to everyone in your life.

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Day eleven–Alive

One moment during which you felt most alive this year.

The weight of the wine she just inhaled on the train was heavy in her stomach. It felt like she had somehow managed to get the glass bottle down her throat too. She didn’t seem to mind too much because as soon as she got inside she accepted an over-priced beer from her date and boyfriend. Then another. And another. And maybe one more? They had taken the short train ride into the city to see Matt&Kim play at Webster Hall. She really liked them a few months earlier at the Siren Festival. She was excited to see them play again.

As expected they were great. The girl was a bit beyond tipsy and got the idea in her head she wanted to do something a ‘lil bit crazy. She turned to her boyfriend and gave him a silent look. She hoped he could read her mind.

“Hey babe, I want to do that. Throw me up there pleaseeeeee.” Their eyes had a brief conversation and a second later her boyfriend and the stranger next to him were throwing her up into the air and on to the crowd. Time froze. She didn’t feel anything below her, no hands, no heads. It was smooth like she was floating on a wave headed to shore. It was silent and all she saw were the bright lights and balloons dancing around her. She and both members of the band were the only ones in the room. Until, She was thrown over the metal barrier crashing into the stage and down onto her ass. It didn’t matter though. She couldn’t feel much now anyway. It was all over in a maximum of 4 seconds. But, it was worth it.

She was a complete mess. Her hair was glued to the side of her face wet with sweat. She probably wreaked like her sister’s hockey equipment and she probably looked like she was just hit by a sanitation truck. She didn’t care. She’d been with her boyfriend for three years now and he’s had to have seen worse. She was confident that even though she looked like she was recently released from the nut house, he was happy because she was truly enjoying herself.

BUT all that music and beer makes the couple pretty hungry. They turn the corner. Score! Street meat. Two orders of chicken and rice with extra hot sauce and a short walk later, they are back in Grand Central.

They have some time before their train leaves. Sitting on the ground indian style, the girl is people watching. Even in her slightly clouded state she watches the people come and go wondering where they’re headed, if anywhere at all. She’s absorbed in making up elaborate stories of the travelers’ destinations and of course, the best meal she’s ever had, when she hears his hiccup. She turns to him suddenly ready to pounce. She finds his hiccups hysterical. How the high-pitched yelp of a preadolescent boy can come from his 6 foot 2 Rugby frame is beyond her. She turns towards him, instantaneously he turns towards her. They both hiccup! Looking into each other’s eyes they smile. The girl gives out a small giggle. They turn away and go back to eating.

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Another dream of mine…

Meet Cooper

I heard a 10-second radio spot about fostering shelter pets. Abandoned or abused pets are placed in a home to rehabilitate them into a suitable house pet. The animals get the love and attention they need  while a permanent home is found–the same idea as foster homes for children. I’ve decided it is my dream to one day provide a sanctuary for shelter pets. I can absolutely imagine myself as a foster mama.

I would LOVE offer myself and home to an animal in need. Love. Love. Love. It’s sort of a selfish thing to do because I get so much pleasure out of being around animals. I used to want to be an animal cop taking down the heartless scum who abuse and neglect helpless animals. But no. I’d rather try to pass on the love and light to animals who may have never had the opportunity to feel genuine care before.

I hope one day, I have the time, means and support of my family to care for animals that need me.

Meet Lillian

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Excellence

“Excellence can be obtained if you care more than others think is wise, risk more than others think is safe, dream more than others think is practical, expect more than others think is possible.” ~Unknown


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