Ghandi’s Words of Wisdom – Post Six-Hundred-Seventy-Two

THE IT LIST

Acquiring an SLR
Acquiring a Polaroid
Finishing ‘The Notebook Theme’
Writing a novel
Seeing Paris in the Spring
Acquiring an old-fashion typewriter
Watching all of Judy Garland’s films
Singing in front of a group
Not speaking one word for a whole day
Learning Spanish, Italian, and French
Riding a Moped
Riding a horse with no saddle
Reading Kon Tiki
Creating my own personal library
Filling out a journal
Reading the Bible cover to cover
Reading Pilgrim’s Progress
Capturing love in a photograph
Starting a photography business
Earning a Medical Transcription certificate
Getting a job
Moving out
Spending a day at the Hawthorne District
Spending a day at the Saturday Market
Tattooing my side with meaning
Riding the bus
Taking a road trip to Forks, La Push and Port Angeles, Washington
Finishing a jawbreaker
Reading 20 books written about Jacqueline Kennedy
Reading “She Said Yes”
Watching the greatest movies filmed in 1939 and reading each film’s book
Watching all Alfred Hitchcock movies
Doing a 365 project
Acquiring a DSLR
Finishing “A Collection of Thoughts”
Seeing the Bodies exhibit
Taking care of a Bonsai tree
Publishing my Poetry as a book
Meeting a Person for Each Birthday of a Year
Opening my Own Gallery of my Best Work in Photography
Taking Art Classes to learn the technical side of Painting and Drawing
Spending a day in a field of red poppies taking a photoshoot and relaxing with my honey
Reading at least one book of all the author’s on the big painting in Barnes and Noble cafes
Creating a Heart shape with Polaroid photography I take
Reading all of Shakespeare & watching one movie for each
Spending a day at Ikea with my love
Watching all of Jane Seymour and Charlton Heston‘s movies
Seeing both of the homes I grew up in years from now
Having Kevin teach me how to use chopsticks
Completing the Marilyn Monroe mosaic puzzle
Filling a jar full of origami stars for each wish or prayer
Learning each of my heritage’s language
Attending a Midnight premiere
Being at Time Square, New York on New Year’s Eve
Being at the Beach when it Snows
Reading every book on the BBC 100 book list
Reading every Disney Classics’ movie based on a book
Not adding 1 item until 7 are crossed off
Having a Pen Pal from a different country
Listing at least 3 things I am thankful for each day for a year
Visiting Claude Monet’s house
Throwing a message in a bottle to the sea
Reading/Owning all of Nicholas Sparks’ books
Playing tictactoe in the sand on the beach
Throwing a dart at a map of the world and going where it lands
Riding an elephant
Posting 1 vocabulary word a day describing who I am for a year
Visiting South and North Carolina
Finding the old truck in the article my grandmother gave to me and taking a photo of it
Participating in Relay for Life
Eating breakfast at Tiffany’s in New York
Reading (at least) 1 book in a different language
Reading all 93 books that Jacqueline Kennedy edited
Visiting my great grandmother and great grandfather’s graves
Reading all (original) Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew books
Creating a 50-line poem with a photo associated to each line
Creating a daisy chain
Sending a post script to Postsecret
Writing a poem in another language
Being a part of the Holi Festival
Reading 20 books about Ghandi

I think Ghandi had a lot to say, and a lot of good to do, so I want to educate myself about him and his life. I think it’d be most interesting. (:

Au revoir,

Gigi

Three Years of Change – Post Six-Hundred-Seventy-One

Today is the 3 year anniversary of Red Hero.

Here’s what to expect:

  • A new item on the It list
  • A post in honor of the 3 years I’ve spent with you all.
  • And possibly a guest post from a dear friend and avid follower.

 

Au revoir,

Gigi

Continue to Grow and Evolve (Post Dix) – Post Six-Hundred-Seventy

I truly can’t believe I’m done with this small series already. It’s already been 10 days. How crazy is that? Tomorrow is the 3rd year anniversary of Red Hero. Through this blog, and through God, I’ve grown tremendously, and there is no sign of me stopping any time soon. Well, maybe with my height, but that was a lost cause years ago.

I think the most beautiful thing about living is we never cease learning. We never cease to lose an opportunity to grow, no matter how many times we make a mistake. We are given second chances consistently. We are always being challenged, urged, and pushed to make the best of this opportunity. We don’t always accept that, but when we do, I believe it’s the most gratifying feeling we have been granted to feel.

Never cease to take advantage of the opportunities granted you. Each chance you lose is one less chance you have before it’s it. Time is not something to waste or take advantage of; it is something precious beyond measure. Your chances will appear less; they will cease to come the moment you take your last breath.

Never, ever take advantage of this moment and say, “It will come again.” You never know if it will or not.

Au revoir,

Gigi

Be Congruent, Be Authentic, Be Your True Self (Post Neuf) – Post Six-Hundred-Sixty-Nine

Dr. Seuss

Dr. Seuss (Photo credit: andymangold)

I’m probably the worst person to comment on this, simply because I haven’t had this problem ever since I was 13. Yeah, I’ve been lost as to who I am, but I’ve always been true to myself no matter what others have thought of me.

So maybe I can teach you something new.

When it comes to other people, I respect their opinions, but I also don’t let it change who I am unless God says. I respect myself enough to let me be as I am. I never change who I am for other people unless its what God says I should do. Watching others as I grew up change themselves and completely lose themselves in another human being scared me. I did not want to be someone who lost who they were through another person. It strengthened me to say enough is enough and to stand my ground.

I am stubborn. I am shy. I am outgoing and a bit of a loudmouth. I’m funny. I am extremely intelligent, I just need more time to think things through before I comment. I have moments of extreme quick-wit. I am a writer at heart. I’m loving, kind, selfish, confident, and at times insecure about my own decisions. I second-guess myself all the time. I have flaws, and I have virtues. I have many things to work on in my heart that God is slowly but surely weeding out, but this is part of my true self.

When I was about 12, there were these new people going to my church. I was so worried about what they thought about me that it was stressing me out. My wise Mum said to me, “You shouldn’t worry about the opinion of people who don’t matter. It’s those who matter that count.” From that moment on, I didn’t care what others thought about me. I didn’t care about what they thought of my appearance, my loudness, my outgoing personality. Most people found me adorable. Others did not like me and treated me accordingly. I did not let it put me down though.

Do not get me wrong: I still respect other people for who they are and if they are offended or I’m being rude, I quickly knock myself down a few notches to respect them. I don’t change who I am; I just tone it down for their sake.

My dear readers: You do not have to change yourself for anyone. The only One whose opinion of your heart, actions, etc. is Jesus. He is the only One that matters when it comes to yourself. Think like Dr. Seuss . . .

Au revoir,

Gigi

See the Good in People and Help Them (Post Huit) – Post Six-Hundred-Sixty-Eight

This is another challenging, yet rewarding one to work on. It is so easy to assume the worst of people and justify our actions. It happens every day. We see them make a mistake, or we judge them based on their appearance or actions, and we treat them differently. In other instances, we don’t offer a helping hand simply to protect ourselves. We are afraid to lend out a hand. Sometimes we even think we deserve a reward for our ‘good deed’ and that guides our choices of when and when not to help.

Why is that? Why have we trained ourselves to think helping is a dangerous thing? Since when do we deserve anything for our efforts to help others? Helping is not about gaining anything for ourselves; it’s about helping others.

There was this time; not too long ago. This family that I count as my own and I’ve helped out numerous times – even bent over backwards for. One time an accident happened and one of their children broke something of mine. We asked if they would consider replacing it,  and they flat out said it wasn’t their responsibility. Long story short, I was angry. Not only was I angry, but I was hurt. I’d done a lot for them, even sacrificing things for myself in order to help them out at times, and they couldn’t spend $10 to help me replace something? I was upset for awhile. I was even considering telling them I’m not doing this for you anymore. And then I thought about it.

How selfish was I being? Yes, out of common courtesy it would have been nice for them to offer to pay for it, but I should not have expected them to, and the sad thing is that I did. For  awhile I saw nothing but negativity, until I forgave and let go. I’m deciding to see the good in them instead of holding their mistakes or flaws over their heads and help them anyway – not because I’m the better person or anything, but simply because I feel horrid for removing a helping hand because of something like this. I feel petty for it. I don’t like feeling that way.

No matter what anyone does or doesn’t do, you should put that aside and always help. It doesn’t matter what other people say; it doesn’t matter if it seems like people are taking advantage of you. Simply do it for yourself. Help others if only to feel better, because honestly: I feel happier when I help others and expect nothing in return, and don’t worry about whether or not they are taking advantage of me. If they are, they are. If not, then they aren’t. It’s not for me to judge. My job – everyone’s job – is just to simply help no matter who the person is. It’s as simple as that.

English: "A Helping Hand". 1881 pain...

English: “A Helping Hand”. 1881 painting by Emile Renouf Français : “Un coup de main”, Emile Renouf, 1881 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Au revoir,

Gigi

PERSIST (Post Sept) – Post Six-Hundred-Sixty-Seven

Persist. Persist. Persist.

Keep moving forward. Haven’t you heard the saying, “The squeaky wheel gets oiled”? I have. A hundred times. Thanks to my mum and my grandma. Every time I’d apply for a job that I really wanted, they would both say this.

So, if we can persist with our job opportunities, we can persist with our dreams. It saddens me to hear stories of how you dreamed to become this or that, and you gave up. Persistence is key. The author of “The Help” is a great example. She was turned down countless times. She was told move on to the next one over and over again. Yet she didn’t. Now her novel is a best-seller and a major motion picture.

Now, if we can persist for dreams, then why can’t we persist when it comes to other areas of our lives? Why not persist to change ourselves? We have so many flaws, and there are many of us who complain about them. We are not always blind to our iniquities. Instead of using words and then having to apologize again because there was no action behind the words, can’t we persist change? Pursue it. Hunt it down until you catch hold of it.

Persist: [per-sist, -zist]

1. to continue steadfastly or firmly in some state, purpose,course of action, or the like, especially in spite of opposition,remonstrance, etc.
2. to last or endure tenaciously
3. to be insistent in a statement, request, question, etc.

In spite of our habitual nature; in spite of our countless flaws, we should obstinately fight our second nature in order to become who we want to be. We should stubbornly persist to change ourselves in ways that will only help us grow.

We should not allow excuses to take hold of our lives.

From now on, I’m taking a stand against myself.

I will change through God what He sees fit to be changed.

I will persistently pursue these efforts on a daily basis.

And, through my persistence, through my obstinance and tenacious efforts, I will succeed.

How? Because I gave it all to Him.

Au revoir,

Gigi

For My 21st – Post Six-Hundred-Sixty-Six

I’ve always wanted to do a masquerade. I decided that since this is my last big milestone I’m going to go all out and do something special.

Just thought I’d share that with you. ❤

Au revoir,

Gigi

Everyone is Human (Post Six) – Post Six-Hundred-Sixty-Five

I don’t think this one needs a lot of explaining, do you? It’s quite simple: Everyone is human. Everyone is equally sinful. Everyone has their flaws, makes their mistakes, and sins.

It is hard to discuss flaws without seeming to hold it against someone. Things that need to change need to be discussed, but how can you discuss them without coming across as acting like you’re better than the other person? It’s HARD. How can you come across as loving and accepting without telling someone, “your sin is okay”? Sin is not okay; in any form. I am accepted and loved as I am, but I am encouraged to change my sinful ways.

Mistakes were made (but not by me)

Mistakes were made (but not by me) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sometimes it is so hard to remember that everyone makes mistakes. You get so caught up in someone else’s faults that we completely forget about our own. Take, for instance, gay and bisexual people. Christians abuse them constantly, and honestly I feel that in itself is a sinful and ugly thing to do. Yes, it says in the bible that being homosexual is wrong, but it also says to love your neighbor as thyself. It also says that it’s not our place to judge others. I hate to tell you, Christians, but you are just as sinful as that homosexual – their sin is just more open. You hide it. They don’t.

I’m not saying it’s right to flaunt your sin; it’s not. It’s not right to be proud of your sin. But to acknowledge that it exists, and even take a step towards fixing it; that is what is right. To accept and love a person ALONG WITH their faults; that is what is right. No matter what, you love that person and treat them with love and respect; no matter your opinion or view on their choices or sins.

Again, everyone is human. I honestly don’t know what else to say about this. No one is perfect, no one is better than another person. Yes, others have more experience, but that does not mean that they are better by any means. They’ve just had more time to learn from their sin and mistakes.

Some of what I’ve stated here is opinion; it is something that I hold close to my heart and hits home. Other bits of it is a fact. Decipher for yourself what is fact and opinion, but as far as I’m concerned, this is fact: Everyone. Is. Human.

Au revoir,

Gigi

For You – Post Six-Hundred-Sixty-Four

THE IT LIST

Acquiring an SLR
Acquiring a Polaroid
Finishing ‘The Notebook Theme’
Writing a novel
Seeing Paris in the Spring
Acquiring an old-fashion typewriter
Watching all of Judy Garland’s films
Singing in front of a group
Not speaking one word for a whole day
Learning Spanish, Italian, and French
Riding a Moped
Riding a horse with no saddle
Reading Kon Tiki
Creating my own personal library
Filling out a journal
Reading the Bible cover to cover
Reading Pilgrim’s Progress
Capturing love in a photograph
Starting a photography business
Earning a Medical Transcription certificate
Getting a job
Moving out
Spending a day at the Hawthorne District
Spending a day at the Saturday Market
Tattooing my side with meaning
Riding the bus
Taking a road trip to Forks, La Push and Port Angeles, Washington
Finishing a jawbreaker
Reading 20 books written about Jacqueline Kennedy
Reading “She Said Yes”
Watching the greatest movies filmed in 1939 and reading each film’s book
Watching all Alfred Hitchcock movies
Doing a 365 project
Acquiring a DSLR
Finishing “A Collection of Thoughts”
Seeing the Bodies exhibit
Taking care of a Bonsai tree
Publishing my Poetry as a book
Meeting a Person for Each Birthday of a Year
Opening my Own Gallery of my Best Work in Photography
Taking Art Classes to learn the technical side of Painting and Drawing
Spending a day in a field of red poppies taking a photoshoot and relaxing with my honey
Reading at least one book of all the author’s on the big painting in Barnes and Noble cafes
Creating a Heart shape with Polaroid photography I take
Reading all of Shakespeare & watching one movie for each
Spending a day at Ikea with my love
Watching all of Jane Seymour and Charlton Heston‘s movies
Seeing both of the homes I grew up in years from now
Having Kevin teach me how to use chopsticks
Completing the Marilyn Monroe mosaic puzzle
Filling a jar full of origami stars for each wish or prayer
Learning each of my heritage’s language
Attending a Midnight premiere
Being at Time Square, New York on New Year’s Eve
Being at the Beach when it Snows
Reading every book on the BBC 100 book list
Reading every Disney Classics’ movie based on a book
Not adding 1 item until 7 are crossed off
Having a Pen Pal from a different country
Listing at least 3 things I am thankful for each day for a year
Visiting Claude Monet’s house
Throwing a message in a bottle to the sea
Reading/Owning all of Nicholas Sparks’ books
Playing tictactoe in the sand on the beach
Throwing a dart at a map of the world and going where it lands
Riding an elephant
Posting 1 vocabulary word a day describing who I am for a year
Visiting South and North Carolina
Finding the old truck in the article my grandmother gave to me and taking a photo of it
Participating in Relay for Life
Eating breakfast at Tiffany’s in New York
Reading (at least) 1 book in a different language
Reading all 93 books that Jacqueline Kennedy edited
Visiting my great grandmother and great grandfather’s graves
Reading all (original) Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew books
Creating a 50-line poem with a photo associated to each line
Creating a daisy chain
Sending a post script to Postsecret
Writing a poem in another language
Being a part of the Holi Festival

The Relay for Life was so much fun. I did get burnt to a crisp, yes, but it was worth it (and my own fault.)  I ran part of it, walked a lot of it, and even danced a bit. I cried happily and mournfully and prayed that this helped at least a little bit.

I love you Carrie. I love you Grandma Eva Jo.

Au revoir,

Gigi

Take Care of This Moment (Post Cinq) – Post Six-Hundred-Sixty-Three

“I am concerned with taking care of the present. God has given me no control over the moment following.” ~ Ghandi

To be completely honest I had to look this one up. I had a gist of what it could mean, but my idea was a humid mirror that you can’t see through. I looked up whatever else Ghandi said about it, and this is what stuck out to me.

God has given me no control over the moment following.

Something I’ve found is hard to practice is living in this moment. Living in the present. It’s hard not to think back on the past; what I could have done differently, what happened and the affect of it all. It’s also not easy to leave the future where it belongs: in Tomorrow. Especially lately with the changes at my current job, it’s very tempting to daydream about what could happen. How am I going to pay for these bills? Am I going to have to defer my loan a second time? So many possibilities; so many different aspects of what could possibly happen.

Pick the day. Enjoy it – to the hilt. The day as it comes. People as they come… The past, I think, has helped me appreciate the present – and I don’t want to spoil any of it by fretting about the future.” ~ Audrey Hepburn

If I dwell too much on tomorrow or what happened yesterday, I will lose those precious few moments of today. I’ll lose the joy of seeing his smile. I’ll miss out on the pleasure of meeting a friendly stranger who alters my way of thinking.
For a moment I think back to just last July when all I did was live in this moment. I had come up to Portland to find a job and to enjoy my home. I went down to the Hawthorne district for the first time and met a guy named Ace. He was as short as I was. He was sweet, humble, and had an interesting perspective on things. We talked, browsed Powell’s while I waited for Chris to come meet me, and just enjoyed the moment. He was one of the most interesting people I have ever met, but what I remember most about that day is that I felt no fear. I did not allow myself to focus on tomorrow or yesterday. I simply enjoyed the spontaneous joy of what was happening. Once Chris came, we parted, and I haven’t seen nor spoken to Ace since. I’ll never forget the simplicity of the spontaneity, though.

I don’t do that anymore. I don’t just hop on a bus and go somewhere and enjoy the moment. I’m either too tired or busy. Where did that spontaneous enjoy-the-moment me go? I have no idea, but I want her back.

Don’t make the same mistake that 99% of us make. Don’t forget about today. Enjoy your child TODAY. They are growing. Enjoy your husband, your friends; love anything and everything and appreciate everything that God puts in your path, because you will never get anything like it again.

Everything is once. This is a one time moment that you can never get back. Take care of it. Make it something you’ll never forget; stories to tell your children, which will then create more moments for you all to remember. Never give up on a chance; never let it pass you by. Follow your gut, and if you have a moment to breathe, enjoy it. Hold his hand. Kiss her forehead. Laugh. Take a random trip to the beach.

Just do it.

Au revoir,

Gigi