From Plinky: Do you need coffee to wake up in the mornings?
I absolutely have to have coffee in the mornings not only to wake up but to function as a human being. I’m not a morning person and coffee gives me the jolt that I need to be productive throughout the morning. If I’m having a hard day, I’ll also take a break in the afternoon to go and get coffee.
I didn’t always like coffee and I didn’t always need it to wake me up in the mornings. My father is a coffee drinker and when I was in high school I tasted his coffee for the first time. It was the most bitter and disgusting drink I have ever tasted and I never thought I’d drink coffee again. My opinion of coffee changed when I was living in Latin America. I lived in a country that produced a lot of coffee and drinking coffee every afternoon with family and friends was a large part of the culture. The coffee there wasn’t bitter and I began looking forward to drinking coffee and spending time with my friends every afternoon. When I came back to the USA, I continued drinking coffee and I found that it helped me to function in the mornings.
I’m not a “coffee snob” and I’ll pretty much drink anything including the bitter stuff my father still drinks. Two of my favorite coffee shops here in Denver are Ink! coffee and Dazbog.
One of my goals for this year is to write every day. I recently learned about the idea of writing “Morning Pages” and I decided to use some of the ideas from this method in my daily writing. I really liked the idea of handwriting three full pages of stream-of-conscious writing however, I did not like the idea of waking up early in the morning to do this type of writing. I’m not a morning person and there is absolutely no way that I’d be able to get up 30-40 minutes earlier than normal just to write. I can barely get out of bed in the mornings as it is.
I decided to write in the evenings right before I go to bed and this method has turned out to be perfect for me. I’m able to clear my mind by writing about everything that’s in my head and it helps me to relax and to sleep better. It’s a quiet and reflective way to end my day and I find that I don’t have trouble filling up three pages with my writing. Some of these thoughts that I’ve written about have led to blog and short story ideas. I feel that this method is helping me make writing a priority in my life which is very important to me.
I haven’t been able to write blog posts lately due to my work and school schedule. I finished the course I was taking called Basic Translation and I immediately started taking a new course called Project Management for Translators. My new course is very demanding and I’m having a hard time keeping up with everything. This course will end the first week of June and I’ll be taking the summer off from my studies. That being said, I’ll be trying to write at least one blog post each week from now on. Towards the end of my course, I probably won’t be posting anything since I’ll be focusing on my final project.
A confidant is a person, with whom one shares a secret or private matter, trusting them not to repeat it to others.
I don’t have a confidant and I’m a little jealous of people who have one (or two). There isn’t anyone in my life that I absolutely trust with all of my secrets and personal thoughts. Trust is a big issue for me and there are 2 or 3 people in my life that I trust and they aren’t even my confidants. Growing up, I’ve come to realize that you can only tell certain things to certain people.
Another issue I have when it comes to revealing my thoughts is that I’m a highly intuitive person. I can always tell when someone has good or bad intentions and I pay a lot of attention to my intuition because it’s never wrong. My intuition also guides me in my everyday life and I can “predict” how certain situations will turn out. Many of my friends and family are more logical in their thinking and they can’t see past what’s right in front of their face. Many of them have been dismissive of my thoughts and feelings because there was no logic behind what I was thinking or feeling. I can understand why some of my more logical family members and friends don’t appreciate the fact that I base my decisions on my intuition however; all of them have at some point come back to me and told me that I was right in what I was thinking or feeling about a certain person or situation. Yet, these same people are still dismissive when I say something. As time has gone by, I have learned to keep my thoughts to myself and to let them figure things out on their own.
I believe that the closest things that I have to a confidant in my life are my journals and my blog. Both methods serve as a means for me to confess everything that I’m thinking and feeling.
This was a photo that I took after one of our snow storms. We’ve been having nice weather here in Colorado after so much snow this winter but we could possibly get more even though Spring is around the corner. I’m looking forward to nicer weather, sunshine, and longer days. With this photo I say goodbye to the snow and hello to Spring.
I wasn’t sure how to answer the question of whether I was religious or not. My initial thought was that I’m probably more spiritual than religious. I spent some time researching the differences between “being spiritual” and “being religious” and I’m not sure that I can identify myself as either one. My experience with religion has been very complex and sometimes it’s difficult for me to talk about it. To be honest, it’s always difficult to talk about how I was raised religiously. I grew up in a strict, Christian home and my parents were very religious. They were legalistic in how they viewed religion and they expected my sibling and I to follow their beliefs. I felt confined and depressed by all the rules and regulations and I felt that I couldn’t do anything or be myself. I felt that I could only express myself in certain ways and I felt that my parent’s religious beliefs were choking my creative and spiritual self. Things were so bad that as a teenager I rebelled against my parent’s religious beliefs and I even ran away from home because I wanted more freedom.
These days, I’m skeptical of organized religions in general. Many times I view religion as being dogmatic and controlling. Although there are many principles/teachings that I believe from Christianity, I have a hard time attending church. I don’t know if I want to be a part of a Christian community and I’m not interested in participating in most church activities. I’d rather study, pray, and seek answers on my own and to be open to whatever faith my studies take me on.
I know that my parent’s beliefs are not the beliefs that all Christians share but the experiences from my childhood are something that I can’t let go of.
This is my take on distorted photos. I use an app on my phone called Little Photo that has different filters you can use when editing a photo. The original photo was taken at the Garden of the Gods and I’ve used two different filters: one that makes the photo look vintage and another that turns it the color blue.
Normally, I indulge myself by buying frozen yogurt, a book, or even a journal but recently I purchased this beautiful bracelet. It’s a charm bracelet and I can add more charms little by little. Ever since I was a child, I had wanted a bracelet like this and I plan to add charms that tell more and more about myself. I’ve started off with two charms: a purse and a stack of books. The purse represents my love of purses (especially vintage purses) and it’s amazing that I’m not a purse hoarder. The stack of books represents my constant search for knowledge and the fact that I’m always reading something. It is also an acknowledgement of all the hard work that I’m putting into my graduate studies.