Your hugs are way too intimate for me

I guess this kind of post would go into the “life” section of this blog.  I give awkward hugs.  This has been confirmed by almost all of my friends.  I was kinda shocked in all honesty.  I guess most people won’t tell you straight out that you’re awkward.  Well one of my friends did and this lead to me questioning all my friends.  I’m the type of person who sees a person going for a hug and turns it into a high five.  I think I know maybe 3 people who I actually like to hug, but other than that… I guess I’m neutral.  Well I was told that I gave awkward hugs so I decided to engage in more full on hugs instead of my usual side hug in hopes of being less awkward.

But first I asked one of my childhood friends to teach me why my hugs were awkward.  She told me I kinda do a weird pat on the back thing and reach for a full hug and suddenly turn it into a side hug.  I thought those were my ninja skills, apparently not.  But I practice and I learn how a normal… or close to normal hug feels like.

So I see a friend  Not even a friend really, an acquaintance.  The type of person I would normally give a “high-five” hug to.  But I’m trying to grow as a person so I reach for a full on hug.  Dude that hug was just way too intimate.  I remember pulling away and having said “friend” comment saying I was really warm.  What?  Why were you able to feel my body warmth?  Why did you choose to COMMENT on my body warmth.  Bleh.  I kind of made a nervous laugh and ran to class 20 minutes early.  Because obviously I would be late otherwise.  Obviously.

When did this become okay? What ever happened to the days where side hugs were cool?  Actually were they ever cool?  All I’m saying is that hugs are supposed to be brief.  And usually it’s nice to hug a friend.  I’m not into personal touch.  Well, I’m okay with it but I’m not as into it as some people out there are.

I love hugging people I’m really close to after not seeing them for a week or even months.  I love hugging a friend to show them that I’m always there for them and will always be there.  But I will totally reach for a hand hug for you people who I just do not feel comfortable with.

It is my right as a human being to give my grandma, side, and full on hugs to whomever I choose to give it to.

With that being said, except for this particular instance, I actually liked giving hugs more often and making myself a little uncomfortable.  Life is all about growth isn’t it?  Baby steps…?

Baby steps.

Maksim 00:69 aka “The Chosen One”

Max is someone who should have been in my best friends post but because I didn’t include him in then he is now getting an entire post to himself!  Hopefully no one gets jelly.  (Get it, like jealous? LUL) Max really is one of the most outrageous people I know.  I still remember taking this picture of him when Catherine and I were hanging out in his dorm room.  But the thing about Max is he is also one of the best friends I have and I’m so happy I know him.  He’s an older brother to me who can protect me from the cruel world!  And whenever I need him, he’s there for me.  Max can be annoying, but that’s part of his charm!  I have this journal entry I wrote maybe the day before our last at the dorms.  And apparently Max was talking about he wanted to enlist in the army and maybe model on the side.  This is why I love this kid.  He’s so weird and he doesn’t care about who thinks he’s weird. Well actually he does but that’s a WHOLE other story…

Thanks for being my friend MaP!  🙂

Turning our weaknesses into strengths

 

I know, low and behold the girl who said she’d blog once a day *gasp* DID NOT!

But thats okay, I’ve forgiven myself [ how gracious :PP] AND I’ve decided to blog at least 3 times a week, a much more realistic and attainable goal.  NOW unto the topic I actually want to blog about, the importance of turning our weaknesses into strengths.

Many of you may not know this but I hate writing.  It sounds pretty dumb right?  Why would a girl on her school newspaper, taking AP English[before senior year- I take a different type of course now that combines English and Social Studied], and her own blog HATE writing.  Well, I don’t really hate writing, writing hates me.  You see, my brother is a writer and what I never understood was how he could write so well.  He could sculpt these meaningful and beautiful sentences out of thin air and I could sit in my room writing for hours and end up with something not nearly as good as what he had written within a few minutes.

I struggled with writing, I still do.  I find it hard to write at times and feel like after hours all I end up with is a scramble of incoherent sentences.  OR maybe, my best okay essay.  Sometimes when I write, I feel trapped.  As though I have so much to say and no idea how to phrase it.  [like now :/] That’s why I hated writing.

But what I realized early on was that trying to avoid writing all costs would be futile.  I NEED writing when writing college essays[obvious ehh?] , I need writing when handing in term papers for college.  I need to master this skill.

So instead of giving up, I intend to try harder than I have ever before.  I will read more books, practice writing more essays and posts [BUT quality will be the goal], and  hopefully turn this weakness of mine into a strength.

 

James 1:2-4
Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance. And let endurance have its perfect result, so that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing. (NASB)

You may not consider writing a TRIAL but when for me it definitely is.

See you…soon?

Nina

 

Be the change you wish to see in the world 42/365

Do you guys like my awesome Ghandi quote?  Well, as all of you should probably know [if you have been reading for a while], I AM A YOUTUBE JUNKIE!  haha I know, its pretty sad, but its nice to have another source of solace when I can’t use facebook anymore =(

So basically, I thought I would show you all a video and then talk a little bit about it.  Just click the video below:

What this Youtuber had said really impacted me.  Can you imagine that you smiling JUST ONCE, can brighten up someone’s day?  That YOU have the power to make someone who feel undervalued and unloved , happy.  I want all my readers to try this.  I have a theory that if 5 people read my blog and brighten up 5 people’s days and this continues and continues, before you know it hundreds of people can feel better about themselves, and all because you were willing to give a compliment.

Do something today.  You just might change a life.

See you later,

Nina

Long time no see :(

I’m so so sorry for being MIA for FOUR DAYS!  In between my lack of blogging inspiration and summer activities I didn’t find time to blog.  I WILL be making up my four posts though, they won’t be all too long except for one of them.  I decided I should make sure I have one quality post a week and small posts that will encourage more of a discussion with my readers. Does that sound good?

Nina

You only fail when you *insert insightful ending*-26/365

so all picture are from deviantart.com unless indicated

OKAY…so that was a major FAIL of a title but I can’t remember that quote for the life of me, but somehow I know I want to write about it.

…that’s not weird at all.

I use “okay” as a transition a lot don’t I?  It’s funny because now that I’m forced to blog once a day, I’ve become more conscious than ever of my writing style.  I sound like a 5 year old.  [I’ll be HONEST].  But it’s okay because according to Stephen King’s On Writing if I hope to become a good writer I NEED to write [at a minimum] 1,000 words a day.  AND I’m already at 112 :O.

I don’t know why I was suddenly inspired to write about failure, I guess it was because of how far my blog has grown in 26 days.  I mean I checked my stats and I usually get a small handful of people a day [some days it can be as high as 40 but then be as low as 2].  I guess I can give a big HOORAY to my shameless advertising on Facebook and Gurl.com.

What’s really funny to me though is the fact that by now I would have normally quit.  By day 12 I was all for quiting but I wanted to see this promise through.  Even if I didn’t blog each day on time I still hope that by the end of this I have 365 entries.  This isn’t my first time blogging though.

I made one blog for daily verses with my insight into their meaning and forgot about it.  I went back to it a few months ago to find I had acquired 2 followers, sadly by then I had forgotten my password.  After that I was inspired by this teen blogger Clemintine to make my own blog about various topics.  The kind of things I would write about in my school newspaper. BUT I made 2 posts and ended it there.  It kind of amazes me how far I have come, I mean I only have 300 something views and on a large scale that is VERY sucky but still, even though I failed I finally persisted and saw the fruits of my work.

Today I want to focus on failure and the importance of not only learning from our failures but getting back up when we fall down.  SO many times I thought that if I failed at first that I could never succeed in that area again.  The reason for which I stopped practicing guitar and was against all standardized testing.  The whole idea of try try again never really stuck with me.

I don’t know who this post is for but if you are caught in a slump I urge you to keep trying.  Your efforts WILL be rewarded and the best results only come from the things that are HARD to do!  I know that I may fail again with this blog and with anything for that matter, but I will promise to get up when I fall and try try again.

See you tomorrow,

Nina

“It is God who arms me with strength and makes my way perfect. He makes my feet like the feet of a deer; he enables me to stand on the heights. He trains my hands for battle; my arms can bend a bow of bronze. You give me your shield of victory, and your right hand sustains me; you stoop down to make me great. You broaden the path beneath me, so that my ankles do not turn.”
Psalm 18:32-36

“The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge. He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. I call to the LORD, who is worthy of praise, and I am saved from my enemies. The cords of death entangled me; the torrents of destruction overwhelmed me. The cords of the grave coiled around me; the snares of death confronted me. In my distress I called to the LORD; I cried to my God for help. From his temple he heard my voice; my cry came before him, into his ears.”
Psalm 18:2-6