Silver Lining

When all is dark and treacherous
A light does shine through
It creates a silver lining
For us to hold onto

You see it in the clouds
On a dark and stormy day
You see it on the horizon
The sun beats shadows away

Everyone’s silver lining
Means one thing or another
It can be in different forms
But to us it does usher

A sense of hope and dreams
Of good things around the bend
The lining always tells one thing:
That Darkness has an end

My lining is a little different
Made of silvery silk
It holds tightly to a character
And never ever bilks

But no matter what the form you choose
I hope you’ll always know
A silver lining reminder
Is there to help you grow


200!!!

I’m so excited to celebrate the fact that this is my 200th post! For those of you who don’t know, I’ve been posting on this website twice a week since October 14th, 2020. It’s been an incredible ride and I plan on keeping it going. All the poems, animal facts, stories, victories and defeats. There’s been something to learn through it all and I hope all my amazing followers out there have enjoyed every bit of it. Who knows? Maybe I’ll get 200 more posts out in the next two years? Maybe I’ll get my novel out too?

Now, it’s your turn, my friends. I’d love to hear back from you about these 200 posts on my website. Do you have a favorite story? Favorite poem? Have you learned from the writing tips or love the animal facts? Did you read something that changed your perspective? Made you laugh or cry? What was the post that stood out to you? You don’t have to remember all 200, but I hope there’s at least one that you carry with you. Maybe you don’t read my posts and just enjoy the art that I create? That works too. You can comment your thoughts here on the website, or my Twitter or Facebook pages. If you need a refresher on my posts, check out the Written Work section at the bottom of the Home page. All of my writings are split up into categories so you can quickly scroll through.

Thanks so much for celebrating my 200th post with me and to my followers for sticking with me through the past couple years. Hopefully, we’ll have many more posts and years together moving forward!

What Color Are You?

Have you ever done any of those Facebook surveys where it’s like: “Answer these questions and we’ll tell you what color you are!” Or “Answer these questions and find out what Hogwarts you belong in!” Which celebrity would be your sweety or what tattoo you should get. Some of them are probably spam, but others are just fun ways to get something to tell you “who you really are.” Like you’re in Hufflepuff because you’re loyal and true. You’re spirit burns red because you’re passionate and extroverted. Or you should get an eagle tattoo because you’re a free spirit.

I like to do them to see how bogus some of them are.

There are some really good ones out there, but lately I’ve noticed that a lot of them say the same thing just in different ways. Like if you get one result it tell you: “You’re an independent person who’s loyal and people should watch out when you get angry!” And another result might say something like: “You stick by those you care about and are stable enough to stand on your own. You’re not easily angered, but your fury knows no bounds.” Pretty much the same thing, right?

Doing some of these surveys and quizzes is a way that some of us try to figure out who we are. If you read a result you like, it can be very encouraging. Even if you get something you doubt, it can still put that thought in your mind that maybe deep down you are courageous like a Gryffindor?

Whether you believe these cute, little Facebook games or not, there’s people out there who really do research into personality types and assign colors to them. We all know the 13 different personality types. The ones where you’re labeled as a bunch of letters in a row. Well, at my job, we’re doing a team building thing and this one involves answering 6 different questions that each have four answers. You’re supposed to order them as most like you to least like you. At the end, you get assigned a color. There are four colors: blue, red, green, and gold. Each color has different traits assigned to it. Like blue has harmonious and empathetic, red has adventurous and flexible, green has logical and philosophical, and gold has loyal and dependable. You get scored with so many points in each color. The most you can is 24, the least is 6.

I’m not going to share my results, but honestly, I felt a little called out in reading them over. This program that my coworkers and I went through includes tips on how your color set best deals with change, communication, stress, and other topics. I’ll be the first to admit I got a little defensive. To me, it read that the best way to treat my color set was to treat me like a child and nobody likes that.

I’m not sure how much of this color stuff I believe. I peeked on some of my coworkers’ results and though everyone got different values in their colors, it mainly focused on your primary color and all the tips were how you react and should be treated based on your primary color. Two of my coworkers had the same primary color, but every color after that was in a different order. Because their primary colors were the same, it listed the same things for both of them on how they deal with stress, communication, etc.

I know it supposed to be a quick reference and guide to understanding your coworkers, but it bugs me. There are only four colors and your primary color defines you in this case, so it isn’t designed specifically for you. That splits the billions of people on the planet into four categories. Oh, you’re green so you’re too logical. You don’t understand emotions. You’re red, so you’re too outgoing and loud. Being gold means you put responsibility first, so you don’t care about people. And blue? Well, you’re just too darn emotional.

It’s fun to see what results you get. Who of your team is similar to you and who is opposite, but I hope no one ever lives by these results–defines themselves by these results. Because, people–you–are so much more than a single color, personality type, Hogwarts house, tattoo, or whatever other quiz is out there. We live in a world full of labels and you shouldn’t be defined by just one. There are over 7 billion people on the planet, but there’s only one you.

Beat You Up

One word or slip up
Or forgot something to do
You don’t beat up
Because you did it too
Still learning the routine
All ins, outs, and true
Grace is the new mean
When learning something new
Yet, a mistake weighs the heart
A wrong word, something unsaid
A missed spot or observation
It leaves your day filled with dread
You should be better than this
You can’t make mistakes
And cause people to hiss
The mind is weighed by molehills
You panic and try to please
But your joyful soul it kills
And you’re left rotting in weeds
Something you thought was nothing
Was a major mistake
You find yourself trembling
In the wake it creates
Others move on
A new day. New grace
But you hold on
To the tears on your face
You wait for a lash out
Someone to strike the first blow
Walk on eggshells and grout
Speak carefully and slow
Yet, no one throws the punch
You believe you deserve
They move on without a hunch
The audacity. The nerve.
With no one else to do it
You dwell in your thoughts
On yourself, you spit
And fire your shots
Everyone is kind
Treating you like a pup
But the mistake blinds your mind
And you beat yourself up

A Day in the Life: Chimp Zookeeper

Temperature: High of 85. Low of 71. Chimps can be locked out on exhibit all day.

Two keepers are required to work the building and check locks for shifting. Today’s keepers: Vicky and Nikki

Morning team meeting provided the following updates for chimp building: chimpanzee Bao is still on antibiotics to help heal a wound he received from another chimp a few days ago. The wound is healing nicely. So far no infection has set in.

Keepers are always in protective contact with chimps. Meaning there is always something between us and them. Both keepers do a face check of every chimp to ensure all are still in the holding area. When all are identified, locks are checked to ensure its safe to go out on exhibit. There must be two secure doors at every access route between chimps and keepers when keepers enter an animal area. Exhibit is cleaned from the day before. All leftover food and feces are picked up. The public glass is cleaned with vinegar solution and morning greens and forages are spread out. Chimps have a natural behavior of foraging for food, so keepers are encouraged to get creative with greens and forage placement to encourage foraging behavior. Greens are their favorite lettuce spread throughout the exhibit while forages vary from the day to day. It can be dry cereal, peanuts, fruits or vegetables, ice treats, or biscuits. Once the exhibit is set up, one keeper must walk the perimeter of the exhibit to ensure that no branches have fallen that the chimps can use to climb the wall. They need to make sure no branches overhang the wall that the chimps can use to bridge across it. Keepers must look for any parts of the wall that might be broken/compromised and that there are no handholds the chimps can use to climb out. Keepers must not leave anything on the exhibit. Everything they took with them out on the exhibit, must come off.

Medications and diets are prepped. Meds are given in peanut butter and jelly. If a chimp refuses a medication, keepers must get creative. If a chimp still refuses, the veterinary staff is notified. Some chimps are suspicious of every piece of food handed to them while others happily take their meds for the extra treat. Thankfully Bao, the chimp receiving antibiotics, has a sweet tooth and likes taking his meds. The chimps have body checks every week. Keepers will do the assigned body checks before chimps eat. Each chimp is trained to know every body part from the top of their head to the base of their foot. Body checks are to ensure nothing is wrong with a chimp. To document any injuries from the smallest scratch to anything severe. Body conditions are assessed and scored. Every chimp is marked thin, fair, good, or overweight. Body checks also include ultrasound training. Chimpanzees are susceptible to heart disease so ultrasound training is started when they’re young to desensitize them to it and encourage them to participate when they’re older.

Diets are brought out after everyone is accounted for and trained. All chimps are stationed at different places. Each bucket is marked with a shape and color and each chimp knows which bucket is theirs. Chimps are handfed their diets by keepers to ensure everyone eats and we can monitor how much they eat. Chimps are fed half their diet in the morning and the other half when they come off exhibit for the night. Keepers must mind their fingers when feeding the chimps and never stick them through the mesh when feeding. Some chimps take their food in hand while others prefer taking it in mouth. If you stick your fingers through the mesh, you risk getting grabbed or getting a finger chopped off. Chimps can stick their fingers and lips through the mesh, so be mindful.

Once chimps are fed, all keepers are accounted for to make sure no one is still on the exhibit and perimeter locks to the exhibit are checked by two keepers. Keepers must verbally confirm with each other that they’re good to let chimps out before shifting chimps onto exhibit. If chimps are passing through multiple shift doors to get onto the exhibit, they must have a straight shot. Meaning all outside doors must be opened before the first door chimps have access too. Keepers count the chimps as they go out to be sure everyone has left the holding area. They are locked into exhibit if temperatures are sufficient and two keepers visually check all stalls the chimps had access to in case any chimps are left in the building. Once stalls are checked, keepers must check the perimeter locks to the stalls they enter for cleaning. There must be two secure doors between keepers in holding stalls and the Chimps at all times. If this is unable to be done, a bar and chain are placed in the shift door to further secure it.

With stalls open, cleaning begins. All stalls are swept out, hosed, scrubbed with soap and bleach, and rinsed. Each day has a different area that gets disinfected as additional cleaning. The perching in the stall gets taken down and replaced and toys are removed for bleaching. Perching can be strung up fire hoses, cargo nets, large tires, or plastic toys. Toys can be anything plastic from children’s beach toys to outdoor playhouses. Today’s disinfecting was stall 6 plus the chimp restraint. When cleaning is finished, compost is run.

Lunch time.

The chimp chat is after lunch. Two keepers head to the public area with throwable treats for the chimps. One keeper talks facts to the public about chimps for ten minutes while the other keeper throws treats to keep chimps engaged. Treats must last the full ten minutes. Thrower must be careful to not cause fights between the chimps and not reward begging behavior. Different treats have varying value among the chimps. No one will fight over biscuit balls, but bananas are high value. If a chimp doesn’t receive any treats due to others taking it, it’s okay. These treats aren’t essential toward the chimps’ daily diet.

After chat, kitchen stuff is done. Someone runs to commissary to get diets for the next day and forages for the next day are made up by keepers. Any meds for the PM are prepped. The keeper area is cleaned according to guidelines and enrichment is prepped. Extra tasks are also done for the day be it walking the zoo fence line, yardwork, or work projects.

Enrichment for the chimps varies from the day to day. It can fall under several categories: social enrichment, manipulative enrichment, sensory enrichment, or food enrichment.

Social enrichment is interaction with the chimps. Whether it’s training, playing in the hall, keepers singing or dancing for the chimps to watch or playing games in the chimp hallway for the chimps to watch. Social enrichment can also involve bringing other animals such as tortoises to the chimp hallway for the chimps to see.

Manipulative enrichment is something the chimps can interact with. They can be puzzle feeders, or fishing boxes. Chimps have a natural fishing behavior where they use sticks to collect termites out in the wild. Keepers encourage this behavior by give the chimps thin sticks to use to fish for treats outside the mesh.

Sensory enrichment is something to stimulate the chimps five senses. It can be perfume in the hallway, feathers to touch, TV outside the mess for them to watch, music from a radio, or spices put on their daily food.

Food enrichment is different food added to their forage. Keepers are encouraged to get creative with food enrichment whether its freezing bananas in ice treats, hard boiled eggs with spices, or anything approved as food enrichment.

With diets made and enrichment prepped, the chimp stalls are prepped for the night. Chimps get straw to use in making their nests. Somedays, they receive an enrichment bedding item such as boxes, grain bags, blankets, or burlap. Chimps also receive a variety of greens, and their PM forage. The chimps receive 10 stalls overnight. There must be no dead ends when giving stalls so if there is a fight overnight, no chimp can get cornered. Keepers also make sure to use the next day’s disinfecting stall limit cleaning. The chimp’s straw, forage, and greens should not go into the stall next to the exhibit access so the chimps don’t come in, take what they want, and leave again. Forage and greens are placed in stalls the chimps won’t have access too until after feeding.

With stalls set up, the chimps can be called inside when the zoo closes to the public. Two keepers must bring the chimps inside. Locks are checked to secure the area. Once both keepers verbally confirm they’re good to shift, the chimps are called off exhibit by pounding the doorknocker on the exhibit door. How fast the chimps come off exhibit varies from the day to day. Keepers utilize the stalls to shift chimps in without allowing them to back off to go back off on the exhibit. Once all chimps are in and accounted for by two keepers, PM feeding begins. If the chimps come off early enough, exhibit can be cleaned for the next day. Once feeding is finished, the chimps are given access to all their stalls for the night and all diets are recorded. We keep track of how much fruit, vegetables, and biscuits each chimps eat. Other records are inputted throughout the day whether its a wound noted on one of the chimps, who took their medicine, interactions between chimps, or what work orders were submitted that day.

Keepers finish the day by securing the area. Every lock in the building is doubled checked. When keepers are confident the area is secure for the night, they wait for the rest of the team and all keepers leave the area together. If someone else falls behind at a different routine, the team works together to get them caught up.

The True Ending: Nuray Solana

It all came to down to this. All the bandits and necromancers, politics and pirates, leviathans and abominations. It led us here. My feathers are quaking. My heart is racing. A field of burning sand stretches out before us and at the end of it is the elemental. The primordial being of fire itself stands at least thirty feet tall. Devil horns protrude from it’s magma head. Fire burns in its eyes and its gaze is locked on us. I look at my companions. Norman, an old hedge with dreams of adventure. He’s a miner at heart, but a few months ago he discovered he’s a warlock too. He draws his sword and readies his pickaxe. Sure determination burns in his eyes. Then there’s Mini, the gerbil. A bandit and a rogue with more athletic ability than I’ve ever known. The legendary and ancient ice spear: the Borealis, choose Mini to be it’s wielder and he’s never cast magic in his life. Now, Mini held the spear above his head. He shook it and a battle cry escaped his lips.

I don’t understand how they’re so calm. I’m trembling like a leaf. We could die! If we fail, the entire country burns. I mutter a prayer to the wind god, Atlus. May the wind be at our backs this fight and should I fall, may my spirit soar the wind for eternity.

The ground quakes and terror skips my heart. I fly into the air as the elemental lets out an ungodly roar. It was waiting for us. That much we knew. We came to face it before, but had to flee. We all had to get fire blessed to enter the monster’s domain without it constantly aware of us. I hated the idea. To be fire blessed, I had to lose the wind blessing I was born with. My wind blessing was my identity, but saving the kingdom is more important than one’s own identity. And, now that we have the Borealus, we stand a chance to defeat this elemental. This fight will surely be worthy of songs.

An ash snake, standing twenty feet tall and three swarms of fire bats are summoned by the elemental’s roar. I try to swallow down my nerves and I look to my companions. Norman stomps his foot and suddenly disappears. It takes me a moment to realize he somehow made it over to the ash snake. With three, powerful strikes, Norman carves chunks off the towering creature.

Norman’s action was the trigger. The sky turned red as the fire elemental summoned it’s power. The ash snake bit at Norman, but he dodged it. I lost sight of him when a swarm of fire bats engulfed him. The other two swarms came after Mini and I. Mini bounded away while flew upward. The swarm gave chase. My heart pounds harder. Fire bats aren’t much, but three swarms, an ash snake, and the fire elemental? I’m scared. I raise my wing and two stars appeared at my sides. I could cast them out at the swarms, but if they stay near me, they’ll protect me if anything attacks me. I’ll keep them with me. My aim isn’t very good anyway.

“Ha!” Norman’s victorious shout cuts through the air. I look over just in time to see him dice up the bat swarm and take three more shots at the ash snake. All three of his strikes rip more chunks out of the snake. It lets out a scathing hiss and pain writhes from its face. The ash snake falls over and it body thuds loudly against the ground. The glow of fire in its eyes fades and suddenly its entire body fall apart like windblown ash. I can’t believe it. Norman killed it in six hits!

The elemental let out another cry and suddenly fire was shooting across the sky. It shot straight for Mini like a falling comet. Mini bounded away once again. He was able to avoid the initial hit, but the aftermath explosion of fire look liked it singed his tail. I find it hard to believe that he walked away from it so easily, but I guess the cold aura on the Borealis froze the flames. Mini points the Borealis at one of the fire bat swarms. His hands are shaking–he never really cared for magic–so the frost spell he cast missed.

Norman suddenly disappears again. He escapes the swarm of fire bats that rages around him and dashes straight for the elemental. I think he’s making a death wish. The elemental sees him coming and raises its hand to smash him into the ground, but Norman disappears again! In a billowing cloud of black mist, Norman reappears by the elemental’s head. He lands four direct strikes, but in doing so, ticks the elemental off. I cry out in alarm when the elemental grabs Norman in hand and slams him down on the ground.

“I’m coming, buddy!” There’s alarm in Mini’s voice when he cries out. He abandons the swarms of fire bats and charges closer to the elemental. He pulls a decanter from his belt pouch and aims the top right at the fiery monster. A geyser of water explodes from the magical item and completely douses the elemental. Heavy steam humidifies the air. The elemental groans in pain and its glowing, magma skin dampens and hardens to rock.

My eyes are as wide as orbs as I watch. I wish I knew how to help, but none of my spells would do much damage to the elemental and my weapons wouldn’t penetrate. All I have are my instruments and my songs to inspire my companions, and these two stars protecting me. I take a risk and cast one of my stars at a fire bat swarm. Surprise encourages my heart when I actually hit it. The bats explode in a blinding, radiant light and not one survived.

A roar of unfathomable rage splits through the air. The fire elemental snatches a large boulder from the ground and lobs it straight at Mini. While it soars through the air, the rock catches fire. Terror skips my heart. When we arrived in these infernal plains last time, we were chased away by those burning rocks. Mini and I almost died in their fiery explosions. Yet, Mini wasn’t running away this time. He takes the Borealis in one hand and points it right at the meteor falling toward it. I yelp when the boulder makes impact. Yet, the fiery explosion I remember was doused by a chilling shade of blue. The boulder fell apart with frozen chunks of ice stuck to it. Mini was unmoved. He remained poised with spear in hand and a smirk slips on his face. “That all you got, ya overgrown barbeque?!”

The elemental growls so deeply, it echoes the sky. It shifts its burning gaze down at Norman. The old hedge is still on the ground. An easy target! The elemental raises both fists and brings them slamming down at Norman. To my disbelief, the old hedge manages to roll out of the way! He plants one foot on the ground and suddenly his magic of black mist teleports him back on the elemental’s head. Norman drives his pickaxe into the monster’s rocky skin to secure himself a good hold. The elemental tries to throw him off, but the old hedge continues to be as stubborn as I have known him to be.

I’m trying to keep Norman healed. He’s taken a lot of damage. I see how he’s getting ragged. Even standing on the elemental is hurting him. Yet, my healing spells are only doing so much. I try digging in my bag for the scroll of mass cure wounds I obtained. It has to be here somewhere! Suddenly, stinging and burning pain pierces my arm and I yelp when the last swarm of fire bats engulfs the air around me. Another one tries biting at my feathers, but my final star gets to it first. It explodes in radiant light and the fire bats all dissolve into embers. I’m glad I kept one star with me, but where was that stupid scroll?!

“Hold for hole!” Horror chills my bones when I hear Norman’s shout. He looking at Mini and a solemn look swaps between the two of them. Mini nods curtly and readies the Borealis. He waits.

Norman uses his pickaxe to rip a chunk of rock from the elemental’s head. He then jumps down into the elemental’s flesh. “No!” I cry out. The fool! Doesn’t he know its hotter than a million suns inside that thing?! He’ll get himself killed!

The elemental roars with ungodly wrath. It raises its hands to pick Norman out of its head, but the fiery sky suddenly darkens. A chill courses my spine as large, black feathers drift from the sky and around the elemental. I recognize those feathers. They’re Titan’s feathers. Titan is the owl god the night. Norman’s god.

Like striking snakes, large black chains suddenly erupt from the ground. They latch around the elemental’s wrists just as it grabs Norman from its head. Another chain explodes from the ground and seizes the elemental by the neck. It’s pulled to its knees and Norman is lost from its grip. The old hedge falls straight to the ground, thirty feet below. I finally find my scroll and I cast a mass healing spell on Norman and Mini. Norman doesn’t get up.

A bright blue light flashes from the tip of Mini’s Borealis. For a moment, the world deafens. Then, a large glacial blast bursts from the Borealis. It engulfs the elemental. Ice furthers binds the monster as its frozen solid.

I can’t take my eyes from Norman’s unmoving form. I know I cast the spell correctly and there’s only one reason why it didn’t work. My breath shudders and tears fill my eyes. That stupid, old hedge. Always rushing us. Always thinking he was smarter than us. Always calling us ‘idiots.’ Well, who’s the idiot who went and got himself killed now?! It wasn’t fair! He was just an old man who wanted an adventure. He was my friend!

My anguish could not be controlled. I scream and the wind picks up around me. My god, Atlus, owl god of the wind, appears behind me and with a mighty flap of his wings, he directs the wind at the elemental. Our power slices through the elemental like a hot knife through butter. It falls apart and crumbles to the ground in chunks of frozen ash.

Atlus lowers me to the ground and I fall on my knees. He lays a wing upon my shoulders and in his mighty, green light my wind blessing returns. I want to feel grateful, but all I feel was grief. Norman lays motionless a few paces ahead.

Mini comes to my side when Atlus returns to the heavens. He doesn’t say anything. I don’t say anything. Neither of us know what to say. We did it. We beat the elemental. We saved the kingdom, but at the cost of our friend.

More black feathers gently drift from the sky and my beak parts in surprise as Titan, herself, flies down to Norman’s body. She brushes one wing against him and hope soars in my chest when Norman stirs. Mini and I move to step closer, but Titan shakes her head. That single motion returns my grief. She wasn’t here to heal Norman, but to take him to her realm beyond life.

Norman grunts as he rises to his feet. He lightly brushes himself off and looks more pleased than I’ve ever seen him to be. “Well, idiots.” He actually smiles at Mini and I. “‘Twas a fine adventure. Keep on defending the wood.”

Tears roll down my face. I’m too choked up to say anything back to him. Mini gives Norman a single nod and we watch as Titan gently takes Norman in her talons and flies off. They fade in the light of the rising sun.

Mini and I still don’t know what to say to each other, but we spot Norman’s pickaxe in the ruins of the elemental. We grab it and stand it upright in front of the elemental’s corpse as a memorial to Norman. Since the old hedge wasn’t the only one to kill the monster, Mini and I leave traces of ourselves as well. Mini carves his sigil of a rapier through cheese in a rock and places it next to the pickaxe. I carve the symbol of the wind and do the same. We take one last long look over our accomplishment. Then, its our duty to tell the kingdom its safe.

I can’t help but think about how right Norman was. It was a fine adventure.

Society’s Rebel

Here I am in my space.
Going at my own pace.
I don’t have a big, old house.
I don’t have a loving spouse.
I don’t have kids running amuck.
Or schooling that doesn’t suck.
I’m nowhere near gaining a profit.
With my career and empty pockets.
Take a look at the facts and I’m sure you’ll see.
How embarrassing I can be.
Living at home. A part-time gig.
How can one amount to something big?
Build your retirement. Get that 401k.
And make sure not to waste your life away.
Build money now to enjoy down the road.
It’s up to your youth to carry that load.
I’m not the smartest. My head’s in the clouds.
I’d be lying if these thoughts weren’t loud.
But I have dreams and big ambitions.
And I want to give them my every intention.
I don’t have a house.
I don’t have a spouse.
I don’t make a profit.
And I have empty pockets.
But I do have dreams and I do have faith.
That someday it’ll be worth the wait.
A story to tell, and animals to love.
Every gift from God above.
You may think I’m behind. I have no future.
But I’m holding out for the bigger picture.
Don’t mind me. I’m going to be fine.
For it’s only a matter of time.
When dreams come true and I find my place.
But for now I’m going at my own pace.

16 Things About You

I was scrolling through some of my old files the other day and I ended up finding a PowerPoint presentation titled: “16 Things about Me.” I did this PowerPoint in High School, probably junior or senior year. It was just an introductory PowerPoint for my English Class so everyone could get a chance to know each other. It got me thinking. If I was to do this PowerPoint over again for today, what would the differences be? What would remain the same? And what about you? If you had to tell people you just met 16 things about you, what would they be? Would they be your favorite things, or your shortcomings? Would it just be about your job, where you live, the typical form stuff? Or would it involve your likes and dislikes? I dare you think about it. 16 things. 16 of anything about you. What would they be?

My 2011 16 Things About Me PowerPoint points with 2022 Review:
  1. My name means “Victory of the People.”
    • My name is still the same, so this remains true
  2. My favorite birthday present was the green archery bow my brother got me.
    • He gave me a white, 35lbs. recurve bow a couple years later. They’re both displayed on my wall.
  3. I am a band geek who plays the flute
    • I don’t play the flute anymore, but marching band was one of my fondest high school memories.
  4. I listed the Church I went to.
  5. My favorite video game is Legend of Zelda
    • Still is!
  6. I like country music
    • Still do, but I listen to other music now too.
  7. My favorite color is blue
    • Now, it’s more violet and yellow.
  8. I HATE BUGS.
    • Still very much true.
  9. I included photos of my family
  10. I hate computers
    • I used to not understand them, but now we have a mutual relationship.
  11. I love tie-dye
    • Still like it. Though, these days you can’t wear it without some people getting the wrong idea.
  12. I love animals
    • This will never change. I do work at a zoo after all.
  13. My dream car is a 1950s Chevy, bubble hood truck. It’s gotta be blue.
    • Would still love this truck, but its not a major goal. I’d like something electric now.
  14. I like to read
    • Still true. I just don’t usually give myself time to.
  15. I love campfires
    • Still do, just don’t go camping much anymore.
  16. I love the sky.
    • This will always be true. I love the moon. I love sunrises and sunsets. Stars are pretty. Blue skies are refreshing. Storms are awesome. So on and so forth!

So, looking back not a lot of my 16 things have changed. If I redid the list, it would likely look different. Starting off with my job or hobbies maybe. But, what about you? Are there any differences in your likes and dislikes from high school? How have you changed? For the better? Or did you just get older?

Anxiety of the Budding Novel

Another full readthrough
Another chance of possibilities
Could it be good enough?
Or receive all hostilities?

More confident than ever
Word count relatively stable
An ambitious endeavor
This long coming fable

Your heart’s in the words
Hope baits on your breath
The thought riles your nerves
That you might have something yet

The thought of a future
For your beloved creation
Get it off the computer
and into publication

Maybe it’s ready?
Maybe it’s not?
Maybe someone will take it
Without a second thought?

Maybe you shout to the void
And don’t get an answer
Maybe your hope’s destroyed
And questions go unanswered

What if no one likes it?
What if comes all rejection?
What if they want you to admit
You went in the wrong direction?

Maybe no one will read it
Maybe it’ll flop
But if you don’t submit
It’ll never pop

Instead of what if failure
What about what if success?
You could get a movie trailer
And no one would have guessed

A love for your creation
Is all you really need
Apply all education
And aim only to succeed

Another full readthrough
Let it fill yourself with hope
Of the possibilities you can dive into
On this mountainous slope

Every author has a journey
That only some can stand
Of the challenging tourney
Of getting their novel to their hand

So contact your editors
The queries will begin soon
Don’t worry about competitors
Just enjoy your full read through

Don’t Mind Me

Maybe it’s just me and the way my weird mind thinks, but at work the other day, I was getting my lunch out of the fridge, and my coworker was sitting at the computer right next to the fridge. She was waiting for it to load and she just happened to look over at me. Feeling the need to say something, I just said: “Don’t mind me.” and I kept on with what I was doing. She shrugged and said: “Never do.”

That had me pausing. Sure, her response wasn’t the typical “Oh, you’re fine. No worries. Okay. Etc. etc.” that I’m used too. In fact, I don’t think anyone has ever told me “never do” in response to that, but that’s not what I got stuck on. While I sat down to eat my lunch, all I could think about was the three words: “don’t mind me.”

Don’t mind me. That’s a curious phrase, don’t you think? I mean, I use it a lot, but that day I was starting to question if I actually knew what it meant. So, I started doing what I do best: overanalyze a word at a time.

“Don’t.” Well, that’s simple. Don’t means “do not” as in “do not throw your dirty laundry on the floor.” So, the real problem child in this phrase is: “mind.”

Here’s the definition of mind from Oxford Languages (aka: a quick Google search):

noun

  1. the element of a person that enables them to be aware of the world and their experiences, to think, and to feel; the faculty of consciousness and thought. “as the thoughts ran through his mind, he came to a conclusion”
  2. a person’s intellect. “his keen mind”

verb

  1. be distressed, annoyed, or worried by. “I don’t mind the rain”
  2. regard as important; feel concern about. “never mind the opinion polls”

The more I thought about this phrase, the more bugged I was about it. Essentially, you’re telling someone not to think about you. You come into a room and say that to someone, you’re telling them not to acknowledge you, don’t have you on their mind. Depending on how you look at it, it can sound pretty sad and end up setting you up for a whole therapy session. Yet, if you look at the definition from the phrase itself, it’s not anything anyone (me) should overthink.

Here’s the definition from Cambridge Dictionary: “said to tell someone who is the same room as you not to pay any attention to you, because you do not want to interrupt what they are doing.”

That’s it, and that’s exactly what happened between me and my coworker. She was on the computer while I walked up to get my lunch. When she looked at me, I didn’t want her to think I had a another question for her which would mean she would have to stop what she was doing, so I said: “Don’t mind me.” I got my message across that I wasn’t there to bug her. I just wanted my lunch. I like to think her “never do” response was more a “you never bug me,” but it was probably just her being snarky like we get.

“Nikki, this is a random post…Did you really just overthink a simple phrase?”

Yes. These are some of the random thoughts that pounce on me that I can’t shake. It makes me wonder what other phrases out there do we say that we may not know the actually meaning too? So, now it’s your turn. What are some of your favorite phrases or maybe you have ones you don’t quite understand? Maybe it’s time to research them? One of the jobs of a writer is to know what we’re putting on the page. If we don’t know what a word or phrase properly means, we shouldn’t be using it. Sometimes, this leads us to doubting even the simplest words/phrases and looking them up just to be sure we’re right. So, what’s a phrase that you use a lot? Are you sure you know what it means?