No More Magic

   

"It is our choices, Harry, that show us who we truly are, far more than our abilities." 

I hate to admit it. I walked out of Harry Potter. Sad... I swear this isn't a spoiler. It is more so the fact that, that was the end of my childhood. The end of a large portion of my life. 

I'd love to say it had no effect on me. And that I didn't watch it or did watch it because it was cool at the time. 

I have always been a Harry Potter fan. Since I was 8 years old. Since I read the very first book in 3rd grade with Mrs. Funk. And I was hooked, magic in the hands of the young and the young at heart. 

I waited for every book to come out. I have seen every movie the day it came out. I have dragged my father, my uncle, my sister, my friends. Anyone and everyone I could to experience the magic that I felt. A magic that I have lived with for 14 years.

14 years later... I guess we've all grown up. I own every book and I have seen every movie. I have scrutinized and looked forward to every step of my Harry Potter journey. I grew, I molded, I became something with Harry. Those characters were my friends, my enemies, and myself.

Am I ready to move on? To leave my childhood behind? I hate to see it end. I want the magic to last forever. 

I don't want to lose that side of me and replace it with this void of lost magic and unimaginable adventure. 

I don't want to lose that part of myself that still believes life is magical.

S.Z.'s

These monsters exist everywhere. They grudgingly lurk behind windows and television screens. They can be found roaming the streets and through the schools. They can be found around corners... waiting... to pounce. 

        They are... Superficial Zombies.

S.Z’s are the people that are only out for themselves but don’t even know what they want. They live in this materialistic superficial bubble. They haven’t figured out how to reflect on themselves but they know that they are the only ones that matter. 
     It amazes me that roaming around the world there are plenty of superficial zombies. Just waiting for the world to acknowledge that it exists for them and everyone should bow down. 
     But they are zombies. They have no thought process other than that of material wealth and their looks. They only care about what people see, instead of who they are. They are dead... to the world of the living and they walk around sucking the life out of all of those they touch.

My goal as a teacher, as a friend, as a person is to pull these S.Z’s out of that trance and bring them into a world that can enlighten them into new realms and bring them into new beginnings. My goal is to bring them past the realm of not possible, shallowness, and materialism. And into the realm of reality.

I want S.Z.’s to improve on a level that they didn’t know could exist and give them the questions that they can form their own answers. I want to arm them with the power... of reflection. 

Play Your Heart Out

You can't strive to be significant
If you aren't willing to see blood, sweat and tears
You won't play hard enough
or dive into the depths of your affairs.

You can attend to your immaculate play-by-plays.
But there is no single gameplan for love.
There are hundreds-- thousands.

"Love is For After The Game"

And NOT ONE of them compels a win.

So continue to take heed to the plans for attack
Your strategies of defense
And even your fraudulent flags of surrender
No one can successfully predict the end of every season

None are a promise of a game,
an oath for completion, or a contract for a ring.
So stop planning for the endgame of "Happily Ever After."
Instead, give yourself completely to the game.

Forget nothing, cherish everything
And play your heart out.
Because that feeling--
is the only guarantee for greatness you have.

Fiz Out? I don't know the name yet.

New blog coming soon. The Breakdown of... (cue the lonely girl song) 

an Education Girl Living in a Business World.

Why You Might Be Single: The Best Practice Share of the Business World

Last week a friend of mine and I went to get frozen yogurt and ended up fixing the world. 

Call me a sucker for what I read and maybe I just bought every word on the page, but I truly think I figured out how to fix (almost) every single, single friend I know, the business world AND the education world. 

Crazy right?

Well that’s just the day we were having. I will save you the boring saga on the business and education world for now. Since, lets be honest, thats not the part you want to read.

Do you want to know why you, your friends and like everyone you know is single? Its easy really. They don’t know themselves. They don’t take the time and analyze themselves like the rest of the world does.

Now I am going to gear this towards gentlemen, because lets be honest. 90% of who i talk to are guys and I feel it will better point out my thoughts on this one. 

So lets think about it. What do girls do? They think, they digest it, throw it up, eat it again. Then they rewind it and think about it for the billionth time again. They break out every single thought into a web of crazy design just to TRY to figure out what you think.  But it works for them (or they normally assume). If not, they go back to the root of the problem and web out their thoughts again. 

An example: 

Why do guys play guitar?

Well there are normally 3 options. 

1)They genuinely like music. Normally you can see a connection with the songs they listen to, the thoughts they have, the things they remember, maybe their father played, their hero was in a band. etc.

2) They just want something. They see this as their ticket in. Their friend taught them how to play a song or two and they just kept it going to keep themselves in the game. Girls will pick this up. They realize that you don't really know what you are doing, or you only know one song. They will see that you listen to rap, play rock and sing country. None of it will make sense except for your handsome eyelashes and the fact your muscles show off when you play.

3) They are romantic. They normally look like a fool and are trying to impress you. They want to show that they care and aren't great at finding the words. They learn your favorite song and its the only one they really know how to play. (Other than mary had a little lamb) 

So if you have a guy figured out enough (or close enough) you can rightfully assume their reason through your intricate web of designs. And girls do this all the time. 

The difference is that the guys don’t. “Why do you play guitar?” “Because." "Because I do.” “Because I want to”. None of that is who they are, it is just what they do. They are defined by their actions. Girls then define them by their reasons. 

Girls don’t fall for the actions. Actions change. Actions can be spun into the wrong webs. 

They care about the reason. Because the reason is a part of who you are. It is what you stand true to. It is your values, your beliefs and your morals and everything you do can be determined by it (assuming you attemped to listen to your own reasons either consciously or subconsciously)

So how can a guy get more girls that last? Figure out his own reasons. Self reflect on what makes himself tick exactly how he does. The more you know about yourself the more you can gear your actions to your reasons and help you get a girl and keep her.

There Are Plenty More Fish in the Sea

 

Most people feel a need for love. They believe if they even get a nip on the end of their fishing line, they need to reel in, quick. They are insecure with their own skills and need the help of the proof. "If I catch one... I am OBVIOUSLY good enough." They need to physically see the fish on the end of their hook.
But how many fast, little fish do they need to catch before they realize that they know how to fish? At some point they will feel that nip and realize that they want to see whats farther, what can be deeper and what can really satisfy their fishing cravings. They have heard the stories, after all, about the fisherman down in California who caught the biggest salmon ever or the largest catfish in Thailand, while all they are catching are baby blue gills. And they want it. They want to feel the satisfaction of knowing they can handle it. That they are experienced enough to pull it off.
So they research into what bobs to use and what hooks work best. They look into the different fishing lines and fishing hooks to best meet their needs.  Fishing becomes more about their talents than it does about their luck in the waters.

And thats the difference. In relationships there are two kinds of fisherman. The ones that sit and wait to get lucky. The ones that view the other person as a way to feel completed. They need the proof. They need the first thing they touch and they clench onto it.
Then there are the fishermen that know they will get the big one. They are patient enough to sit there knowing they have something to give to this process. They have researched what works and what doesn't. How to  act and how to be themselves. They are confident in who they are and what they want. And those are the fishermen that strive.

I wrote a thought a few weeks back that I wanted to look into. "Maybe the only way of holding onto a relationship was holding off."

It is an interesting theory to say the least. That "holding back" from someone in all aspects of the terms means that you will be stronger in the end. That maybe in the world where we rush in and out of stores; money in and out of bank accounts; and friends in and out of our lives, we need to take the time and slow down for something (and someone) meaningful. 

Maybe the reason everyone dates so young is because they expect their relationship to give them meaning. (Much like the first fisherman.) They don't believe in themselves, so they need someone else to. 

But to really love, is to love yourself. What you do and how you do it. It is a matter of knowing what you want and knowing why. To do this, you need to back off sometimes. You need to research. You need time for yourself and what you believe in.

Because there are a lot of fish out in the sea. But aren't you sick of looking for blue gills? Don't you want the best ones for yourself?

Do You Really Need That Cup?

"Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after."

Most days I feel like people are letting the wrong kind of coffee seep through them. I don't know if you people watch, but since I lived in the city the last couple of years, I've learned how to entertain myself in a place where I am always surrounded. My favorite was to gaze out the fingerprint-y window as I listened to the conversations around me. There were always conversations. Albeit, some were one sided phone conversations, as a by-passer I heard it all. 


"Oh My God! Did you hear what I heard Deanna say last night?"
"I know! How dumb!"


"So I just wanted to call you and let you know that I had the worst day at work today..."


"I just don't understand why Thomas has the nerve to treat me like that. I am a good person."


The more I listened, the more I realized, most people are far too focused on themselves. They need to tell one another their thoughts, their feelings, their problems and occasionally their joys. But how many of them take the time to listen? Better yet how many dig deeper?
As a society we never ask the question "Why?" Sometimes we get asked "Why do you feel that way?" but that is more-so for clarification than for actual analytical understanding. People all around us seem to live without understanding and it amazes me. How can someone not view their routines in a way that begs the question of "Why?" How can people not take the time to realize when they are stuck there is more than a need for discussing feelings and thoughts. 


You need to discuss motives too. Motives. Something inside us all makes us tick and if you can reach that thought process then you will not only grow as an individual but become increasingly aware of how those around you mold as well and WHY. 
If you have the fortunate ability to communicate with someone in a way that pleads for the question of why, your mind will feel jolted and you will realize you have the ability to learn and an increasing ability to grow. 


Whoever said coffee stunts growth never diverged in a deep conversation in the early hours of the rooster's beckoning.