The superpower of time control. In reality, we have no control of time. It is linear, and cannot be stopped or stretched. Every single living creature shares the same sense of time. My 5 seconds is equal to your 5 seconds. This is reality. But in creative art forms, we are able to control it. For example, still photographers can stop time at one moment. Filmmakers can shrink 3 days into 1 and half hours. Musicians can divide time and transform it into a universal language. It is amazing power we own when we create
How does this compare to how you would like to be seen?
Very few people actually see the real me and for the most part, I’m okay with that. But I know some people have a twisted idea of the type of person I am which can be frustrating at times because I know I’m not like that. It comes down to not stressing out about how people see you. As long as you know who you are then that’s all that matters. With that being said, it would be awesome for people one day to see me as a strong and motivated woman that makes things happen for herself.
What is the hardest emotion for you? Why?
Anger is the hardest emotion. I have been raised to believe that it’s wrong to lose my temper and that I should suppress anger. Happiness and sadness are easy for me to express and experience. However, anger is something that is somewhat more difficult to grasp and deal with.
And you know what no one tells you? It’s fine to not do the adulting all day everyday. Who cares if you haven’t bought produce in a week? Who gives a shit if it’s been so long since you vacuumed that your socks are starting to clean your floors for you? There is a constant, endless list of things that can be done and need to be done and let me tell you, as someone who is cleaning and organizing some part of my apartment everyday it never ends – so give yourself a break.
Dear Western University, I have been on the Dean’s Honor List, worked tirelessly on my faculty council and volunteered countless hours to the Orientation program, yet I am known to certain members of the administration as the girl who was in the psych ward. My journey accessing Western’s mental health resources (or lack thereof) began […]
For me, home is predictable. Home is where things have a place, and I know where that place is. Home is being able to sit at a desk and write instead of cramped up on a bed, or being able to use all of the ingredients in my kitchen and not feel guilty for taking 2 days to clean the dishes. Home is where I can figure out my internal chaos without having the external contributing to it.
I’m trying to unravel these things. Trying to build a better model. Attempting to instead of always understand why I feel I need them, to just understand that I can’t keep doing them. That knowledge isn’t always the key to moving forward, and that I don’t have to always disassemble the bad to build up the good.
Losing sight of what exactly is being shared is easy. To conglomerate all of the photos, tweets, and status updates that put the things to congratulate in a box with the Victoria’s Secret ads and consumerism seems like it makes sense. But our individual experiences are not consumerism.
If you let the idea that you should already achieving your dreams colour your choices, then you render everything between when you “should” have and now obsolete. All of the experiences, goals, lessons, and memories don’t account for anything if you don’t believe that in some way they have helped you. That you have not learned anything worthy, that this has been time wasted, and the future holds only more time to waste.
This version of you is still capable. This version of you deserves to have the chance to reach those goals – whether 25, 35, or 65.