Even if you don’t have them for long, everyone has second thoughts about one decision or another in their life.
We use the phrase, “on second thought” to express that we have given something more thought, or that we are reconsidering something.
As fun as it it to be spontaneous, sometimes you have to rethink, reevaluate, etc. Take a second look at your situation… are you happy? If the answer is no, you should be having second thoughts! You gotta think about number one!
Though these decisions we make vary in importance…
“On second thought, I will have that cup of coffee.”
“On second thought, I don’t think I want to go out tonight.”
“I’m having second thoughts on not taking the job.”
“I’m having second thoughts about our engagement.”
…Every decision you make there is the potential for second thoughts. You are a human. We think we know what we want, but we love to change our minds. We think, then we over think … We make ourselves, and others, a little bit crazy. But it’s OKAY!
Hopefully, in the end, you figure out what’s best for you and the situation you’re in and everyone will be better for it.
I encourage the second thought, especially when playing it safe. Give adventure a chance, try something new, talk to that person across the room before they talk to you, learn a new skill, dye your hair, try a new style, order something you wouldn’t normally order, make the first move. Life begins at the end of your comfort zone. Don’t let those once in lifetime opportunities pass you by.
Make yourself happy.
Today’s word: Irksome [urk-suh m] (adj.)
According to Wiktionary it originates from the Old English word weorcsum (“painful, hurtful”).
Other forms: irk, irksomely (adv.), irksomeness (n)
Spanish translation: irritante, fastidioso
And now a list of things that I find quite irksome:
- When the lid of the toilet or the seat itself is left up.
- When people blatantly liter.
- Flyaway hairs
- Wet socks
- Canker sores
- Donald Trump
- When people overshare on social media
- Alarm clocks
- When people say “I seen it” instead of “I saw it”
- CONSTANT phone users
- People who cut you off while driving
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Mystery Wrapped in an Enigma.”
This Daily Prompt was from a few days ago, but I’m given it a go for today!
Something the most people probably don’t know about me….
Well, some people know about this, particularly my close relatives, but most people don’t know that I, Kelli, am addicted to journals.
There is something exhilarating about filling the wonderfully blank pages with my thoughts, findings and ideas throughout my days. I have a journal from middle school, from high school, from my years at Purdue, from my internship/summer in Chicago in 2012, from my summer in Boston in 2013, from my 12 days in Europe and I currently have one that I started when I began classes at DePaul. But also, I have one I write film/creative ideas in, I have one I write poetry in, I have one I write quotes in, I have one I write about my family in, I have one I make goal lists and write about milestones in, I have one I write about sound in, one I write about editing in, one that I draw in and one that I carry with me in my purse for notes on the go.
Maybe this is too many…but some how I keep it straight. And I love it. My life is going to be well documented, and since about 2010, a lot of it is documented in cursive, because why not…it’s a dying art.
Now that people like my mom and my aunt know about my journal fetish…they buy me more. And sometimes I just can’t pass up a deal at TJ Maxx or Target…”Journal for $3.00! Yeah okay, I’ll use it eventually!”
My journals have sort of become scrapbooks as well. When I was in Boston I started taping in little memories of the places I went to go along with my writing. I’m the kind of person who likes to save silly stuff like a napkin from a coffee shop with its logo on it (don’t worry it’s unused) so I decided why not incorporate those things in my journals instead of having a box of stuff I don’t always remember where I saved it from.
It’s a strange bit of my life that not a lot of people know about, that’s for sure. But it’s a very important part that brings me so much joy. I get to read what my past self wrote (some of it really childish and goofy) and realize that I really am growing as a person, as a writer and as a creative thinker.
Cheers to all that write in journals, keep it up!
I’ve realized today, I am too much of a perfectionist to write about something for ten minutes and be happy with it. I chose a topic 3 or 4 different times to write about and either got interrupted…so my thoughts got interrupted or I think to myself, “This sounds dumb, reset the clock.”
One reason I like to blog is because it challenges me. It tests my creativity, my writing, my thought process and other things I didn’t even realize, like my perfectionism. I don’t like to fail, I hate the feeling of looking dumb or being judged and that is just stupid because the fact is this, it is going to happen. There is a 100% chance I am going to fail, I am going to be wrong, I am going to look like a complete idiot at some point, perhaps more than once a day. I just need to (wo)man up and deal with the fact that I can’t be perfect. I catch myself sometimes with that feeling deep in my stomach like someone is in there punching or squeezing something to remind me, “hey, you might be wrong” “you can do better” “why the hell did you just say that?” “you totally had food in your teeth for that whole conversation” then finally my brain catches up and is all like, “Kelli, you’re fine. You are human. You are overthinking this.”
So ladies and gents, I am not perfect and neither are you. So let’s be wrong , let’s fail, let’s look like an idiot because in the long run those moments won’t matter, they will fade, and having experienced those bad times we will appreciate the moments we are right, the times we succeed, and the times we feel like we are on top of the world even more.
Ready, Set, Done
It’s hit me. I’m already losing my childhood memories. I am twenty-two, I am still in school, I am in my “adulting” phase…there’s lots of things on my mind but I haven’t traveled to the past in a while. The topic for today is Imaginary Friend and the truth is I don’t remember if I had an imaginary friend. I feel like I was definitely the type of kid that would have an imaginary friend but he/she/it obviously didn’t leave a very big impression on me so maybe we didn’t get along, if he/she/it grew up along side me we definitely grew a part and are of different crowds in the world.
I do, however, remember my first real “BFF,” which now that I think about that, the forever part of our friendship may not seem to be true in the sense that we still hangout, but the memories…those will last forever.
On the first day of first grade I sat at the tiny desk with my name on it, a girl sat next to me at her tiny desk and the first thing I said to her was, “We’re gonna be best friends.” Wouldn’t ya know it, we became best friends. I was shy then too, I’m surprised I was so forward but apparently the tactic worked.
Me and this girl got our ears pierced together. We joined cheerleading together. We went trick-or-treating together. We ate stuff-crust pizza and we watched the movies Enough, Gothika and Wrong Turn more than the average person ever has.
Gosh, we used to pretend we were fishing in the ditch in front of her old house…we would catch fish (leaves) with our fishing poles (sticks)….that’s right we basically sat there in a ditch stabbing leaves with sticks..we had top-drawer imaginations. Also, I can never thank her enough for teaching me how to ride a bike, how to rollerblade…how to be a little adventurous. I was a big chicken as a kid and let’s face it I wasn’t that coordinated but having a friend who believed in me, that was nice to grow up with.
As time passed we branched out. In middle school and high school we joined different clubs, played different sports, had different friend groups. But the great thing was we were never hostile, we just drifted a part. Still today I think we can both look back at our friendship in fondness. We have friends in this world for a reason, a season or a lifetime. And even if it isn’t a lifetime, something from that person still stays with you…a lesson, a skill, a memory, something!
So thank you (if ever you read this, you know who you are), for being my first real friend. Thank you for finding my tooth in your front yard the time we were eating brownies on your front porch. I wish you and your wonderful family ever happiness and success in this world. And I am so sorry for the time I kicked that exercise ball out from underneath you and you fell flat on your butt.
Peace and love, my friend.