We’ve moved!

I won’t be shutting down this blog anytime soon b/c I absolutely love the phrase “Life after Textbooks” — a lot happen within this url but as many things in life.  It is time to move on, move forward.

I’ve taken all the content with me, no worries and the new isn’t finished yet, but a work in progress (also like many things in life).   See you there!

http://www.serenademysoul.com

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The Heartbreak of Others

The heartbreak of others.

A couple of my friends are going through a transitional period in their lives.  For one of them it is a tough time, for the other it is freeing and liberating.  But I feel their loss, their hurt, their questions.

It’s odd, but I feel like a part of me wants to feel what they feel.  Not personally and definitely not in my real life, but vicariously through them.

I remember when I used to go through my heart breaks and my periods of “what ifs” and “why nots” when it came to love I found it to be one of the most beautiful periods of my life.  Songs played louder, words touched the soul, and my emotions were amplified by the promise and hope of the unknown.

The exact opposite of the feeling does the same – happiness, love, respect.  Complete security in certain regards.  But it’s different because I’m not used to the “happy” side of emotions.  I’ve spent so much time on the other side that sometimes my mind/heart yearns for the known, the familiar.

I visit that place sometimes, letting myself think of sad things and become sad, but it never lasts long.  Because it’s so much better on the other side, the happier side, and it is my mind/heart and I have complete control over what I chose to be and what I chose to think of.  Who I decide to spend my time on and who I chose to miss.

I wish everyone could realize the control they truly held.  But it’s easier to be the victim of what is happening than to be the one responsible for what is happening.

11 Minutes

I need to write about love. I need to think and think and write and write about love. Otherwise my soul may not survive.

I wrote about 11 Minutes by Paulo Coelho here and since then this quote has stuck in my mind.   The main character writes this in her diary after months (or years) with internal conflict with herself.  Convincing herself there is no room for love in her life.  She was simply meant to be alone. (or at least that is how I remember it).

I feel like she does at times.  I feel like the real world or reality tends to suck so much out of my soul at times that I need an evening or even a weekend to replenish my being.  PK calls me a sap all the time, but I can’t help it.  I don’t want to help it.  There is something beautiful about watching people fall in love, be in love, and stay in love.

So you’ll find a lot of the things I write about are based around the subject of love because I tend to write and think about love. Love for myself, love for my friends/family, love for what I do and who I am, and love for people — all people.  Because without it I fear our souls may not survive.

Small Country Life vs. City Life

I wrote this a few days before I went to SC to visit my family in June.

Small country vs the rest of the world

I’m not sure if it is my pending trip to SC or the recent calls with my sister and friends in the south. But I keep thinking about how life was when I lived with my parents. Walking around the neighborhood. Going shopping. Taking late night drives to clear my mind. Finding solitude in silence and comfort in knowing that there is always someone friendly close by.
The city isn’t like that. Atlanta was a bit similar but as I continued to move up the Eastern Coast the silence slowly diminished. The noise can be overwhelming at times. But that is what trips to the country are for. Trips home.
There is something wonderful about being from a small town.  Although my experience was nothing like the movies. 

Beating the Summer Heat

Hey people!  So this summer has been ridiculous at times.  I’ve had this post saved for months and I know I’m a bit late but it’s helpful nonetheless.

How to get the most out of your fan (even ceiling fan). CLEAN YOUR FAN!.  Trust me.  It takes about 30 minutes if your mindful of what you’re doing.  The standing fans have lil clasps you can just undo and simply take off the the pieces that need to be cleaned.  Some parts of the fan may need to be cleaned with a paper towel or rag (I highly recommend wetting whichever you decide to use in order to keep the dust from flying everywhere).

I usually clean my fan (and AC filter) in the middle of summer and then once again before I pack it away for the winter.  This way when the summer heat starts back up again next year.  I’m ready to go.  How you store your cooling devices is also very important!  Be sure to put it in a plastic bag or the box it originally came in to protect it from collecting dust over the winter months.

Cleaning your fan/ac will help them live longer, work better, and keep them from driving up your energy bill!

I can’t wait for fall to begin!

Surprise trip to ATL!

I swear sometimes I feel like I’m travel superstar…or maybe a traveling superhero!

My trip was from August 7th to the 12th and I couldn’t post about it or make it public in any way because I was going to surprise my sister!  We were in Brooklyn at 5:00 pm on Tuesday. Rush hour time and some how I made it to the airport and through security by 6 pm! Very gangsta, considering my flight was supposed to take off a little bit before 8:00 pm lol!

No but seriously, we had to get from Brooklyn to Queens to pick up my bag and then from my place in Queens to LGA, luckily my apartment isn’t super far from the Airport, but it was rush hour so there is no telling what could go down.

I’m one lucky girl and I have great people stunt driving to get me where I need to be!

Once I got to Atlanta it was non-stop fun!  Okay there was a bit of “no fun” but I’ll get into that another time.

Here is how the surprise went — Shivani is so cute!

Thanks to Zuber and Kiran for helping me plan it all out and recording it!  It didn’t go as planned but ducking around the cars in the parking lot of iHop so she wouldn’t see me and having other people near the windows pointing at me was pretty funny!

I’m going to sum of the trip in random grouping of words (people used to do this on Facebook all the time!)

Surprise Shivani! salad, working remote, swimming, first time at Red Lobster, Transformers, movie night/sleep over, hair salon fiasco, shopping, japanese food, OHOP!!, Cheesecake Factory, Yogli Mogli, friends, deserts, wine, 4 hour lasagna, movie marathon, reading, and memories to last a life time!

Here are some pictures, but definitely not all!

1908 Olympics

I know I’m a bit late with the Olympics being over, but this is my small attempt the keep the memory alive.

I love this!  I recently saw this on another blog I read.

It’s amazing to see how much things have changed over the past 100+ years!  It still shocks me when I hear a child’s birthday has 20## instead of 199#!

Anyhow check out some of these images

 

 

I love this, the long dresses, the hats, so much awesomeness in one picture.  I wish I could see what they were aiming it.

 

Tug-a-war!  I don’t know if that is the official title of this event – but this is great!  Do you remember playing tug-a-war!  It’s no joke.

 

I could see this lady as a little girl walking over her toys in this manner in order to practice!

I’m fascinated that people can do this in leotards, but the fact she is wearing  a dress, panty hose, and I believe a HAT! make this incredible.

I love seeing how times have changed.  I bet there wasn’t any Gatorade at this event?  There also seems to be little to no advertising.  I think I’d love to see our gymnasts compete in full day to day wear!

I read somewhere that it was once a “show up to compete” type of event.  Could you imagine if they did that today?