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D …. D is for Decisions

As always, I really need to commit to this whole writing thing. I get sucked in to the daily minutia that I sometimes (ok, all the time) forget to think about, and be, me. So much so that I’m pretty sure this is the longest running alphabet blog game ever. In the history of this alphabet game. And blogs, for that matter.

D was a hard letter for me. I had so many choices and not enough blog space (unless I wanted to have D v 1.0, D v. 1.1, D v 1.2, etc.) It’s kind of like when you are playing a new person in the game Scattergories, and you roll a “D” … you tend to come up with a few answers for each category trying to think what could get you points, or at least cancel out everyone’s guess. But when you play someone new, you are playing someone who has had a vastly different experience in life: where they grew up, the countries they know, the names they have been exposed to. All of it makes for a great game. This is kind of what I’m experiencing right now. D. D can be for Dumbledore, dementors (i.e. depression), Detroit, D&D, Decisions. Decisions, so many decisions.

My first draft of this blog post tries to incorporate ALL of those D’s. I decided to just stick with one topic, even though I could talk about all of them.

I guess that settles it. Decisions and Deciding.

It’s no secret that I’m depressed, and that I am battling my own set of dementors right now (WHOOP! Tied them in anyway.) I just hate when they get in the way from me making sound decisions in my life, because ultimately, they are screwing with my success. Beachbody has a great motto: Decide. Commit. Succeed. Making a decision can be easy (example “I want to improve my fitness and start eating better”). Committing to it, however, well, that can be a challenge (“pass me the ice cream!”) BUT – if you committed to your decision to eat better and improve your fitness, then you will start seeing results … and eventually, you will have succeeded in your original decision. It’s such a beautiful thing …. until those pesky dementors resurface, demanding that you eat chocolate to feel better.

The decisions that I have made in my life have brought me to this very moment, and they have shaped the path that I will walk on in the future. And what a glorious future I see for myself! And it all started with 1 decision.

And when times feel bleak again, and my decisions are starting to look more like moments of delirium, I just have to remember Dumbledore.


Plot Twists: Life Twists

When you think about a good book, there are usually plot twists. You know, the ones even a seasoned reader didn’t see coming. I especially like the ones I thought I saw coming, but then the author kicked it up a notch and made it extra twisty! That’s when I can’t put a good book down and I stay up for hours and hours (and hours, and more hours.)

But … have you ever thought how your favourite (or not so favourite) books would be forever changed if only one little thing was different? Like, if you were a time traveler, and you went back and changed something – and created a Butterfly Effect – and saw how the book changed.

For example: What if Voldemort was Harry’s uncle, or father?! Harry would be even more conflicted and he would have negative influences. Would he still be a Gryffindor? Or better yet, what if the chosen one was Neville, the other option? 


What if The Walking Dead took place in the Northern states? We all see how the zombies smell terribly due to the rotting flesh, and we see that everyone seems to forget that they could once use that to their advantage. Would the winter slow the zombie down? Would it prevent their decay? How would the survivors’ health be affected by drastically changing weather patterns? It’s all a mystery.

[Not to mention, this White Walker (GoT) is terrifying!!]

In the Hunger Games (since I am watching it right now with my sister Reychl), what if Prim went on to the games because Katniss never volunteered? Over the course of the trilogy, we see how much Prim grows up, so would that have happened? Or would the trilogy have died with Prim in the first games? OR, what if the tributes were actually fighting for food (as the name of the games implies)? How much more bloody and competitive would it be if it were up to that tribute to win food for their District for the next year? Or, what if Gale went to the games with Katniss?

[Oh Prim, you are so young!]

I kind of take it one step further and day dream about plot twists in my life. Not the typical ones like a death in the family, or a rejection letter – but major ones. Like zombie apocalypses with hunger games (to keep on track). I mean, if I were in each of these stories, I would have done things a bit differently. Would my knowledge have helped me? We all go through life learning a little bit of everything – areas of triangles, how to do our taxes, how to fight with medieval weaponry, how to cook, all of that science, you know, everything we could have possibly ever needed to save our lives one day.

What if I were Hermione Granger? What if I were the Goblin King?

What if the under-represented were actually represented on television in a realistic way? Not all GLBT are drug addicts with impeccable “Gaydar” and are highly fancied by everyone in the city. Not all poor people live in ghettos, are in gangs, are steal.

Man … now I’m in a weird mood.

I leave you with this adorable piglet!

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