Full-Color: A Short Story

People tell me there is this thing called Color. I smile and nod when they try describing it to me. All I’ve ever known is Grey. It doesn’t matter to me. How things feel, how they smell, how they sound--that’s how I see the world. Some things are lighter shades of Grey than others. Some are closer to what most people would call Black. And don’t get any ideas about how I live less of a life because I can’t see Color. I can see lightning in a storm. I can see the smile on Gavin’s face when he nails a move on the half-pike. I can see the steam rising off a cup of coffee, fresh brewed, when I sit with my mom and we watch the sunrise from our apartment. She tells me the sky looks Pink in the morning, and sometimes I wish I could see it--just for her, though.

I’m sitting on the subway when I see The Girl. My backpack, full of schoolbooks, sits heavy at my feet. Earbuds in, I let my hair fall over my eyes, snugging my beanie down on my head, settling in for the hour long ride. I’m tired. It’s been an incredibly long day of Physics and failing at Calc. I’m looking forward getting home and working with my clay.

See, the funny things is that people think artists have to be able to see Color. I assure you, I can make art much better than what some would hang on the wall of the museum. A random splattering of Color means nothing. Not to me anyways. I like to sculpt faces. The smooth curve of a cheekbone, the ridge of a nose, a small quirk of a smile. Spiky hair in tufts that fall over the ears in a who-cares-what-you-have-to-say kind of way. I don’t show the guys my room. They would say it’s weird, full of white clay faces. My mom says it’s brilliant, even though I never add Color. My faces are blank and raw and real. Like people.

Except for her.

She presses into the subway, wedging herself into an opening right in front of me. She is too short to reach the handlebar above her, and two bulky men in grey peacoats block her from grabbing a pole. I watch her white sneakers as she plants them firmly on the ground, spreading her legs to keep her balance. I glance at her face, then glance again. And again.

Her skin … her skin isn’t light grey. It isn’t dark grey, or even a light shade of black. It is like the flavor of coffee with creamer in it, smooth and bold. Her sweater is like bite of the frigid January air on my skin as I nail a Caballerial. Her hair looks like the sharp tangy smell of my mom’s soap--Lavender. And her eyes are like … the sound of rain hitting the cement at the park on a hot summer night. Sharp and dark and warm.

I suddenly realize she is looking back at me with those eyes of summer rain. I quickly look away, embarrassed to have been caught staring. I feel heat prick my cheeks and stare instead at the grey woman sitting next to me, a dark grey book in her hands, a grey coat swathing her lumpy body. Was I crazy? Was I imagining things? I dare another look at the girl standing so close I could touch her. I can’t help it. She still stands there, looking away from me now, and she is still so … vibrant. She is--well--she’s suddenlyjostledandfallingrightintoMYLAP.

The girl yelps, scrambling to get out of my lap, but the subway is still shuddering precariously and she can’t find her balance. I grab her elbow to steady her and she instinctively grabs my hand to give herself leverage against the swaying floor. In a moment she has regained stability but I forget to let go of her arm. She jerks it out of my grasp.

“Thanks,” she says tersely. “I’m good now.”

“Yeah,” I say. “Yeah, sorry about that.”

I meet her eyes, fully, and neither of us look away. And suddenly I realize why she’s different.

She is in Color.

How to Care for Your INFJ: A User Guide

Congratulations! You have found yourself in the possession of one (1) INJF. This was a probably a long and tedious process. Kudos to you for persevering long enough to get to this point.

Supposedly, INFJs make up less that 1% of the population. Maybe that's just because they're so reclusive and private we don't know how many there actually are. If you have acquired an INFJ unit, please read your instruction manual carefully, then toss it out the window. You won't need it. INFJs do not like to conform to rules and expected social norms, as it makes them feel un-original and therefore, useless.In fact, they may do something unexpected just to keep you on your toes. INFJs thrive on surprises and may NOT do something just because it was expected.

SOFTWARE

When you get your INFJ, it comes with several programs that are pre-installed and they cannot be turned off or removed. These include:

THINKING.exe - This program always functions in the background. Always. They're thinking about what you just said, how that thing smells and it reminds them of a person from five years ago, why you turned away when you said that, and are they boring you?

EMOTION FILTER.exe - When placed in a network, an INFJ will absorb and filter all emotions emitting from the other units. These emotions are often amplified and sometimes reflected. This can be difficult for the INFJ unit, so they need a cool-down time after most social interactions to sort and file the collected emotions. While this can have a negative effect on the INFJ, it also allows them to be an excellent empathizer. Advanced INFJs have updated settings that allow them to block as well process other units' emotions.

CURIOSITY.exe - INFJs are insatiably curious, it's just part of the package. They like to take things apart, figure out how it works, why it works, and how it got here in the first place. Be forewarned that if you give the INFJ a partial information, they won't rest until they get the rest. INFJs are patient when it comes to figuring things out and will wait for years to ask you deeper questions if that's how long it takes you to be comfortable with them.

MODES

Alright, on to the standard modes of function. Make sure all cookies are enabled, as most units love cookies but INFJs run on them very well. INFJs come with four (4) standard modes of operation, but more can be purchased if you know where to look, and have plenty of time to install them.

OBSERVING (default)- The INFJ spends most of it's time in this mode. Rather than directly interact with other units, when placed in a group the INFJ will remain silent and take in information. How he looked at her, when she laughed at that joke, if you casually mention your favorite food. All information gathered in this mode goes to be filed. Unfortunately the INFJ unit's filing systems get overworked and sometimes lose important documents. These can sometimes be recovered in "trash," but it's not likely.

PROTECTING - This mode functions simultaneously with the others if need arises, and can be activated by the physical or emotional need of another unit. INFJs will fiercely guard those that they love and are incredibly loyal. If anyone is being bullied, whether or not the INFJ knows them, the INFJ is likely to step in. Injustice is something they cannot stand. Ever.

In a subset of this mode you will find the thoughtful side of the INFJ. They will remember what you like and try to please you, if you have made it past the INFJ's virus blocker. They take a long time to become attached to another unit but once they are they will do almost anything to keep the relationship and the other unit happy and well.

WITHDRAWING - INFJs are the most likely units to develop depression. Perhaps it's from  the way they process emotions. INFJ units function very well when processing others' emotions, but when it comes to their own, they often experience glitches, so they shut down. It could be they way they think and care so deeply about almost everything. INFJs are saddened when they are presented with a set of problems they can do nothing about. Even if they did nothing to cause the problem, if an INFJ can't help fix it, their Worthless pop-up must either be blocked or will stay open, which is not beneficial to the systems of your INFJ. In this mode you may experience lag and general un-enthusiasm for any of the INFJ's usual interests. Sleep mode will happen more frequently but will not solve any problems as the INFJ will be constantly tired and or fatigued. The best way to care for your INFJ unit in this mode is to sit beside them and give them a hug. Pray with them, and let them know you won't leave them. Do not try to fix or delete this mode, or the INFJ will react with the anti-virus guard. The only unit that can fix and/or delete this mode is the INTJ itself, with assistance from the Creator of the unit.

SLEEPING - This mode is exactly what it sounds like. Hours needed in this mode per week differ depending on which model of INFJ you have. **See also “Over-Emoting” and “Withdrawing.”

OVER-EMOTING (also referred to as “emotionally drunk”) - This mode usually happens in the absence of sleep mode, and is brought on by the over-run of the Emotional Filter. In the mode the unit will make no sense, and will probably start singing stupid theme songs to outdated television shows, laugh at packing labels on the Cassava flour, and make weird and random sound effects including but not limited to: boops, crashing sounds, oohs and ahs, and general shenanigans.

FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS:

Q. MY INFJ WON’T COMMUNICATE WITH ME. WHAT DO I DO?

1. Firstly, do not assume that just because the INFJ unit is not speaking to you it is upset. INFJs take a long time to process new information. Sometimes they need a long period of inactivity to produce one cohesive thought. If your unit is clearly already upset, ask what is wrong, gently. If the INFJ is unresponsive you have two choices, kill the page or wait for it to respond. Sit next to the INFJ and hold them. They will respond slowly but if they know you are truly listening they DO want to tell you what is running through their hard drive.

Q. WHY DOES MY INFJ SEEM TO LIKE EXTRAVERTING?

1. At first glance it may seem like your INFJ is more of an extroverting unit. This is because INFJs will frequently leave home and search out social gatherings where they know they will find their other favorite units. Even though they do frequent these events, it’s really only for the one or two units and the cookies. INFJs tire quickly from small talk and social pleasantries and would much rather engage for longer periods of time in smaller groups of two (2) or less.

Q. MY INFJ SEEMS JEALOUS. DID I DO SOMETHING WRONG?

1. No. By nature INFJs tend to make friends with extroverts. This can cause slight problems when the INFJ hears about your other friends, and your activities/special things with them, etc. Because INFJs are so loyal they generally have 2-3 close friendships, and these are enough. Many extroverts like a larger circle of friends with varying interests so that they never run out of things to keep them busy, occupied, and full of new ideas. The INFJ may have a hard time understanding why you are not as fulfilled by them as they are by you. This is nothing wrong in your part. Most INFJs can be updated to relax this setting. Check with your software before trying to update your INFJ.

PRO-TIPS:

Using this guide should get you pretty far when handling your INFJ. But if you want your experience to go above and beyond, here are some helpful tips on how to improve the running functions of your INFJ.

-Always operate with complete honesty. If you don’t want to tell your INFJ something, don’t. But don’t give them a part-truth. They would rather you hurt them with the whole truth than you comfort them with a lie.

-Remember things. Even it is something as small as “I remember that you take milk in your tea so I grabbed some cream for you.” The INFJ often uses this function to please other units, but rarely experiences it in reverse. If you use this method it guarantees you have one very pleased INFJ.

-Pay attention. An INFJ will often splurge all their emotions at once if you are paying attention and let them know you are willing to listen. Warning signs to an Emotion Glitch include complaints that seem to have more behind them, or general “flopping” (this can be presented physically or verbally).

-Spontaneity. As previously mentioned, INFJs thrive on the unexpected. They love to surprise others and be surprised themselves (as long as it’s not too extreme). Plan a last-minute hike or picnic, explore a new cafe, or bring your INFJ some tea when they’re freezing up over a new writing program.

Again, congratulations on your new companion! One of the best things about an INFJ unit is their innate understanding. They want to accept you for who you truly are, all you have to do is let them in. If serviced properly your INFJ will serve you faithfully for many years. Good luck, and go have some spontaneous adventures.



{Don't know what the heck I'm talking about? Find more information on INFJs and all the other lovely personalities here.}

Cinderella, Parallel Parking, and A Gelato Review

Well. It's been a while. Sorry. Whenever I post I find myself wondering that if I was more consistent, could I reach a wider audience? or maybe I'm in the wrong platform for that... Anyway.

I joined up with Pip and Lolly for a delightful afternoon at the theatre and then to explore a new cafe. We met up at the N4th Theater in Albuquerque to watch Elite Dance and Theatre's performance of Cinderella. As usual, the dancing and visual elements were stunning. This show, we decided, was not as emotionally impactful as Elite's previous show "Scarlet Letter," or "The Shoe Room" (if you want my review on that show you can find it here) but it made us all laugh. The characters were bright, witty, and just plain hilarious. This modern interpretation of the show included a Fairy Godfather, some glam converse, a reality TV contest, hip hop and ballet, and some awful pick up lines.

After the show and congratulating our friends who were in the production on the fantastic job they did, we headed to Deep Space Coffee for gelato. Gelato, in case you don't know, is Italian ice-cream. If you want to read a cool article on how it's different than ice cream click here.
I have never had gelato before, so I can't compare it very well, but it was delicious. Deep Space Coffee is a neat little independent cafe off of Central in ABQ. (Hence the parallel parking. I have never parallel parked before, but thankfully I had Lolly as my wingman--she got out of the car to help me park, haha!)

Deep Space Coffee, we discovered, has really fantastic atmosphere and fairly good customer service. I could say more for the presentation of the gelato itself (basically it was dumped into a bowl from a freezer package) but the taste made up for it. Also, they used real bowls and spoons--super cool. :)

Our thoughts on the actual gelato:

Pip: I think it was really good, but the presentation wasn't great. It sort of had the texture of a Popsicle; I expected it to be a little bit more liquid-y.  (she got the Mango Sorbet)

Lolly: It was somehow thinner than I anticipated. Mine had little pieces of lavender in it, and I'm not sure how I felt about that... I really liked the flavor but the fact that I had to chew the lavender was odd. (she got Thai Coconut)

Me: I got salted caramel. (Because, CARAMEL.) I think I was expecting it to be more like frozen yogurt, but it was a little more like very very smooth, hard ice-cream. The flavor was very intense, which was phenomenal. I'd be interested to try other places that serve gelato to see the differences.

And finally, would we go back to Deep Space Coffee for the gelato?

Pip: I wouldn't come back just for the gelato, but I would definitely like to try other things from Deep Space!

Lolly: Nope. I would go back to Deep Space, but not for the gelato.

Me: Mmmaybe. I think there are probably better places to get gelato, but I would come back here to try other things from their menu!

Concepts, Realizations, and Lessons Learned--wait never mind I'm still learning

Do you ever have a moment when you think "Wow, I'm really glad God taught me this thing. It's so great to have finally figured it out!"

And then... you realize... you haven't actually.

This last year, I feel like God has shown me to not put people on pedestals-- not literally, mind you, but subconsciously, in my mind. Three friends of mine let me down--they fell from their pedestals in different ways, but all pretty hard. Okay God, I thought. Now I know not to do that. It's not very fair to either of us. People aren't ever going to be perfect--I'M not perfect--so I shouldn't hold them to that standard. 

Maybe this is old news to you. It makes sense, doesn't it?  I don't know why it took me so long to figure that out. But fast forward several months, and I realized ... I was still doing it.
To give you more insight, I have struggled with intense loneliness for all of my teenage years. I say intense because it seems a bit different from the regular kind of lonely. Maybe someday I'll write more on that. Because of this, I have cherished my close friendships.

Two weeks ago I was struggling. It doesn't seem like a whole lot looking back on it, but then, it seemed completely overwhelming. I turned to two of my closest friends for support. They were encouraging and pointed me back to God--but this week, after a conversation with one of them, I realized I should've gone to Him first.

I stepped back to look at every storm I've been hit with in this year. What was my first response?
I need this person to understand. 
I just wish I could tell that person. 
I wish so-and-so could be here to help me.

Oh no, I thought, I've done it again. and again. and again. 

When you hear "They worshiped the created rather than the Creator" what pops into your head? People in the Amazon worshiping trees? Evolutionists giving credit only to "Mother Nature"? Yeah, that's what I thought. I never envisioned people--my people, my friends, my relationships--becoming that to me.  I was subtly worshiping people instead of the One who made them

Please don't get me wrong. God puts friends in our lives as a gift--to help us, guide us, encourage us. I think God works through people all the time, and He loves to show us His mercy and grace through our friends and enemies. But I figured out I was putting too much stock into my earthly relationships and not enough in my direct up-line to Heaven.

I'm working to change that. It's hard. Really hard. And also slightly painful. It's hard to believe, some days, that God is still so patient with me, even when it seems He has to hit me upside the head to get my attention. So that's where I am right now.

How's your Thursday going?

School, beginnings, and some floating books

This week we started school up again. As I'm going into my senior and final year of high-school and my first year of college (dual credit course offered through our community college here), I needed a deep clean on my desk. It was a bit therapeutic, actually. ;)

I went through and tossed out a LOT of papers I didn't need anymore, got rid of old schoolbooks, and basically de-cluttered all my desk's little nooks and crannies.

My desk, ft. J the bamboo plant

The second goal was to put up some bookshelves. For the last several months I've just been stacking books and notebooks on the floor next to my desk simply because I'd ran out of room, but I thought I'd need the floorspace, so ... bookshelves. I've been asking my dad to put up bookshelves for a while but he's super busy (all with good things so I've never really minded) so I decided to take matters into my own two capable (haaahaha) hands.
   I found a nifty tutorial on how to create floating bookshelves without damaging the books (I want to be able to still read them!) right here. It took two attempts (the first time I got the wrong sized brackets--too small :P) but I now have two floating bookshelves!

And as an added bonus most of my office-school stuff right now is blue. :D Not super important but the matchi-ness makes my inner OCD happy. ;)

Note the blue tape dispenser and also all the space on the floor next to my guitar XD

That's all for now! I may try to post more but... school. ;)

Cheerio!
-SG

A Letter, Some Dandelions, and a Missed Opportunity

This is a letter I wrote for a writing contest, unfortunately I mis-read the cut off date for entries so missed my chance to become a millionaire at 17. (ok, not a millionaire. But still, missed a chance at a cash prize. :P Oh well.)

Since I wasn't able to send it in, I decided I'd let you all read it. Tell me what you think! Shout out to my good friend Rebecca at The Silver Flute for proof-reading it.

April 9th 1978

Dear Sarah,                                                                                                                  

Did you get my last letter? I waited and waited but you never replied. Sometimes I wonder why I keep writing, because you never reply. How's the weather up there? It's spring again here, but without you, it's boring. A new family moved in next door this week. I was hoping they had a boy my age. A boy would run through the woods and catch toads with me. (Do you remember our toad Frank Sinatra? I still keep him in the fish-tank at the fort.) All the new family has are baby twins. Even a girl my age would've been better. Mom says I have to be nice to them anyways. I'm never going to show them our fort though. Never. Because that's our place. I guess now it's my place. I don't like to go there very much anymore.

Do you remember the time we ran through the field outside the house? The sun was shining, but it was crying, too. Little silver pearls of rain dropping from the sky onto the ground, the leaves. You. Me. When I close my eyes I can see it so vividly, like it's a photograph that's been burned into my eyes. You had flowers in your hair--a daisy chain. Do you remember making flower crowns together? Do you remember running through the woods and building the fort with old rusty sheets of metal that someone left out there? We patched the holes with moss—remember how hard you laughed when a piece of it fell on my head and I screamed because I thought it was a cricket? (I still hate crickets, by the way.)

MORE THINGS I REMEMBER:

• Your freckles
• The time we stole popsicles and hid under our porch to eat them
• The way Bobby's voice cracked when he sang “Hark The Harold Angels Sing” and we laughed so hard that we dropped our candles and almost set fire to the church
• The color of the sky when you left. It was yellow, like a sick dandelion.

I think remembering things is very important. Mom is always forgetting things, like how old I am or whether or not she left the stove on. I have to do a lot of remembering for her now. But the funny thing is … I think she forgets on purpose. Sometimes, I think she's trying to forget you so hard she forgets everything else, too. Which is why I have to do the remembering for both of us.  Forgetting things scares me. What if someday I forget the way your laugh goes high in the middle and drops at the end? What if I forget the exact shade of glacier-blue your eyes were?

Mom is calling me now—I'd better go. I hope you get this letter. I left the last one leaning up against the headstone, but maybe it got blown away by the wind. I'll put a rock on top of this one so it won't get lost before you can get it.

Promise you won’t forget me.

Love you lots and lots,                                                                                                                                                 

                                                                                                                  Kenzie

PS- Are the angels the ones who deliver the letters there in heaven?

Encore! Theatre Makeup Timelapse

My friend Matthew helped me create this time-lapse with his go-pro. This is two hours in 47 seconds. Enjoy! (Music by the fantabolous Lindsey Stirling)

Survivor: New Mexico Season 1 Episode 1

TA-DA!!! It's finally here! I competed in this show last summer and I'm so excited to finally share it with you all! I hope you enjoy watching as much as we enjoyed getting dirty, wet, sharing cookies, and backstabbing each other, haha. ;)

Pirate Training: Makeup

Encore! Theatre is unique in one very specific and cool way: our goal is to train up the next generation of actors, producers, and techies. During the production of Treasure Island, this has been manifested in a whole new way: Pirate Training. Once every two weeks at a Monday rehearsal, all the younger kids (12 and under) get a mini-class on a different aspect of theatre and how it works. The first week they learned how to project (throw your voice) and have "stage presence." The second week they learned theatre etiquette--not running backstage, don't play with props, how to take stage directions, etc. This week it was my turn... I had to teach 12 kids basic stage makeup. *gulp*

  Anyone that knows how I write knows that I handle life basically the same way: way too little planning, a lot of flying by the seat of my pants. (Thus my actions are often referred to by a certain director as "pantsing.") Monday was no different. I had very little of a plan as to how to go about teaching these kids makeup. 

  Two other people on the production team, Alex and Katie, volunteered as tributes for the kids to practice on. The way Carolyn (the head Pirate Trainer and Stage Manager for the show) and I set it up, we had four students and the two tributes lined up on chairs, with one student paired up with them to do their makeup. Alex and one of the boy students would be getting the Benjamin Button treatment (getting old), and the rest would be turned into pirates. 

  Basic pirate makeup includes eyeliner, mascara, bronzer, eyebrowing (is that even a term??? Well, I just made it one.), and scarring. Being such a wise seventeen year old, I decided to not let the younglings use pointy objects near each others' eyeballs, so we skipped the eyeliner and mascara. (Good call, me.)

  The makeup ended up looking pretty horrific, but the kids had fun, and I hope they learned something. Who knows? Maybe years from now they'll be doing my makeup in a future show. ;)

Our awesome Encore! T-shirts, designed by Carolyn. 

Timmy makes the best faces XD

"Now see, you just need to blend it a little more..." (CHILD HOW MANY TIMES MUST I SAY IT?)

Sophia actually did a pretty decent job turning Timmy into a decrepit little old man. I was very proud. ;)

Rehearsals have been coming along well, and the actors continue to impress me.

I'll keep you updated. :)

-SG

So Far

I found this cool song yesterday and decided to post it here. It really connected with me, and it just plain sounds phenomenal. Hope you enjoy. :)

-SG

Sword Fighting

My official title for Treasure Island is "Production Designer" but I dabble in a lot of things. Yesterday I stood in for two actors that were unable to make it to rehearsal, helping choreograph sword fights for them. I thought you all might like to see some, so here's a sample for you all to watch. We did mess up in the middle, keep in mind. ;)

I can't wait until we get real (stage) swords! They are going to look and sound so amazing. :)

-SG

Where the Highway Bends

There's a Francesca Battistelli song that goes something like this:

I don't know where the story ends,

But I'll be alright cause You wrote it

And I don't know where the highway bends but I'm doin' just fine--

You're in control, even when I don't know

Where my life's gonna go

You're keeping me guessing...

That's about where I am right now. The Tearoom just contacted me today--I didn't get the job. I really wanted (and needed) that job, so I'm not quite sure where I'll end up going from here. Oh well, I breathe, God obviously has other plans for me. 

   I may be facing some other changes soon, too. I don't know what's going to happen, but I know God's got me where He wants me. Right now I'm up against a steep challenge I've never had to face before, but God has given me a hope to carry me through. (Fantastic friends and the best family ever help with that a lot too. 😉 )

   Keep on keeping on, readers. I challenge you this week to focus on one small good thing that happened to you this week--maybe someone let you cut in front of them when you almost missed your turn, maybe you found a cool verse you've never read before. Comment with your happy thing, and know that God put it there just to bless you as your highway bends. 

-SG

Pirate-ness

Yesterday I decided to give the pirate-look a try, in practice for Encore! Theatre's upcoming production, Treasure Island. I wish I had some fake blood (I could've made it sooo much cooler) but oh well. Using basic makeup and tools, I changed my skin tone, gave myself a cool scar, and in general managed to look a little scarier than my normal short, blonde self. ;)

What do you think? Should I be a pirate more often? Would you be interested in a full tutorial on how to turn yourself into a pirate? Let me know in the comments!

-SG

Paladeinia

Paladeinia; when something is both wonderful and terrible. In two words: growing up. Last year when I turned sixteen, surrounded by family and friends, it didn't seem like that much of a leap. It was just like fifteen--but better. Now as I'm approaching seventeen I find myself becoming ... Resigned? Afraid?

  In the last week I have passed my test and received my driver's license, driven with my brother without adult supervision, had my first job interview and just got called back for a job-shadowing, which I will be doing tomorrow. I feel so grown-up, (which perhaps shows my immaturity). 

  January did not feel much like a new year to me--(maybe because I was sick most of the month??) But February--this feels like the beginning of a really, really great story. One that may not be cheerful and hunky-dory all the way through, but doesn't quit until you get to the good ending, the kind that leaves you thoughtful. So look out 2016! We may have gotten off on the wrong foot, but you haven't beaten me yet. 

-SG

Treasure Island

Well folks, auditions have been made, a cast has been collected, the script has been printed, and we have now had the READ-THROUGH. This is actually happening. *que excitement*
I'm not gonna lie, I am still kinda in love with Treasure Planet.... which was my only "Treasure Island" until last summer when I read the book and watched the Muppet Treasure Island with a friend. I found my favorite line from Treasure Planet, and I'll let you do with it what you will. It's from the scene where Silver says goodbye to Jim.

I hope it inspires you to go rattle some stars in your own world this week. :)

-SG

One about Doctor Who

Lately, I've been watching Doctor Who. I kind of got into it from seeing crossovers between Doctor Who and my favorite series, BBC Sherlock. It is now one of my favorite shows. I'll admit, it's a little really weird, the first "new season" is pretty cheesy, and there are plot holes galore, but I think the thing that brings people in are the relationships. For those of you that have never seen it, the Doctor is a time traveler, and no one really likes to travel alone, so he picks up friends -- companions -- to travel through time and space with him in his TARDIS. (Time And Relative Dimension In Space). Every Doctor has his own quirks, his trademark look, and his own companions, but there are always core elements about his character that never change. He's always so full of wonder at the world around him, (even if he's about to be eaten by aliens). He loves to explore and help people whenever he can. And he always thinks the best of someone--always.
   What did Nine constantly tell Rose? "You're fantastic!"
   And Ten to Donna: "You're brilliant, you are!"
   With time, they really did believe him, and so became so much more than they could've imagined. These two companions were, according to themselves, nobodies. A shop-girl and an office-worker. But travelling with the Doctor changed them. Yeah, they got to see how time works, see the future of the planet and all, but really, if you tell someone they are something, eventually they're going to believe it in the back of their mind, in the depths of their heart. If you tell someone all the time that they will amount to nothing, they'll live up to that. If you tell them they're annoying, you can believe they'll eventually become that. It doesn't have to be verbal. You can tell people with your eyes that you're disappointed in them.
   But what if you told them that they are beautiful? That they are a work of art--God's art--and they're a masterpiece that's in the making? What if you told your sibling, your neighbor, your classmate, your friend who's struggling through life--what if you told them that they are brilliant?
   And what about you? When are you going to start believing that YOU are phenomenal? A beautiful creature made in God's image? What would happen if you really, truly, deep-down-to-your-toes, believed that you are fantastic?

Go ahead, I dare you.

-SG

An Update; A Proposal; and a Writer

Well. Things have been happening. Quite quickly, and quite in abundance. It's been far too long since my last post. The ups and downs of life have continued on, and currently I'm in a rather in-betweenish place.
   To give you a bit of an update on what's happening right now, I am currently the Production Designer for Treasure Island, a show by my local theatre group this spring semester. I have just applied for my first "official" job, a serving position at the St. James Tearoom. (fingers crossed--I've always wanted to work there). I'll be getting my drivers' license in February, and also turning 17.
   I have no deep, theological thoughts for you all tonight, but I've decided to start writing on here more regularly. I might branch out into stage-makeup tutorials, maybe the occasional book review, and hopefully updates as I try to fight my way through my first full book draft. Here's to 2016, readers. I shall leave you with a newly-discovered quote:

A writer and nothing else: a man alone in a room

with the English language,

trying to get human feelings right.

~ John K. Hutchens

~SG