It’s that ‘C’ word again


I’ve never been good with change. I like routine, certainty, knowing the next steps, the next stages. Change scares me because there is never any certainty. You don’t know what’s going to happen, even if you think you do. You just have to keep walking, see what happens, and deal with it as it comes. Sounds like life to me.

I’m not good at thinking on my feet. I’m much better at thinking things through before acting on anything. (I think that comes from my fear of being wrong/doing the wrong thing.) And even when I do think things through, if I do not know *exactly* what’s going to happen, I always expect the worse scenario.


Today I put the deposit down for an apartment. In a big city. Far far far away from home. An apartment that will be mine and Jayde’s home for the next 10 months at least. A city where I do not know anyone, have no support system. A city that I am not familiar with at all. Just me and my dog. While I am excited for a new adventure, I am nervous and scared in equal amount. I’ve never been good with meeting new people or trying new things. I’ve always been one to sit back and watch before doing or saying anything. And at this point in time, all I can think about is everything that could go wrong.


Talking to my co-workers, I’ve gotten a lot of encouragement that’s made me feel a tad bit better. The city I’m moving to is very dog friendly and has lots of dog parks. I’m hoping this means I will have a better chance of meeting some like-minded (read: dog crazii) people, as that is going to be my go-to. Jayde is going to be my rock, because in the new city, I’m going to have no one else (at least at first). Being in a new area also means new scenery and lots more photos! I am really excited to get Jayde in front of some scenic backgrounds. 🙂 At this point, I have to keep in mind the positive aspects of this new adventure and try not to worry about things so much.


There is one thing that’s been weighing on my mind for a couple weeks now. The Ashhole, as some of you might know, is my closest & best friend. I’ve never moved before. I’ve lived in the same house my entire life. I never had to change schools. I’ve never had to leave loved ones behind. And while it is “natural” to leave your parents at some point in your life – to move out, become more independent and responsible for yourself and your actions, try your hand out in the real world – it never crossed my mind that I’d be moving away from my best friend someday. Friends are supposed to always be there. Sure, we can talk over text and Skype. We can visit on holidays and birthdays. We can keep in contact over social media. But it doesn’t seem like it’d be the same thing. Or maybe that’s my fear. No, I know that’s my fear. I’ve pushed it to the back of my mind, where it nigs and nags at my thoughts.

So I’ve been spending as much time as possible with Ashley. Amazing she hasn’t gotten tired of me yet. 🙂



Can you hear me now?

hearing |ˈhi(ə)riNG| (noun): the faculty of perceiving sounds

hear |hi(ə)r| (verb): perceive with the ear the sound made by someone or something

We hear lots of things every day. Phones ringing, cars honking, sirens wailing, songs and static on the radio, dogs barking, doors slamming, rain pattering against the windows, the clinking and clanking of plates, glasses, and silverware. We hear people laughing and chattering, the different tones and inflections of a person’s voice who is happy versus one who is angry, impatient and annoyed sighs, kids yelling in play, adults yelling in anger. That’s obvious, right? As you were reading this, were you imagining each of those sounds in your mind? They’re so easy to think about. But let’s take a closer look.

perceive |pərˈsēv| (verb): become aware or conscious of something by use of one or more of the senses; come to realize or understand

The idea of perception seems pretty self-explanatory. You see, hear, smell, taste, or feel something. Your brain interprets the signals from the nerve cells into experiences, thoughts, emotions, & memories based off of past interpretations it has made. And you perceive whatever it is that you are seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting, or feeling.

Great, that’s all fine and dandy. But have your heard of the term habituation? It’s a lovely psychological term that indicates the diminishing physiological or emotional response(s) to a repeated stimulus. In layman’s terms, it’s when you get used to something (such as a constant noise) and no longer perceive it. The noise (i.e. the stimulus) does not disappear but your brain realizes the lack of importance in the stimulus and decides to redirect its focus elsewhere, to more important stimuli. So when you are in a restaurant that has music playing in the background, eventually you stop hearing the music. You have become habituated to the sound of the music. This brings me to my next point.

listen |ˈlisən| (verb): give one’s attention to a sound; take notice of and act on what someone says; make an effort to hear something; be alert and ready to hear something

The difference between listening and hearing? Hearing is the perception of sound; listening is the act of paying attention to that perception. A small but significant difference. And while the concept of listening is most commonly attributed to the act of hearing, it extends to all the senses (for instance, listening to/being aware of someone’s body language).

How many people actually listen? In grade school I was taught that listening is a crucial skill to attain in order to be a good conversationalist. To show someone that you are listening to them you have to nod your head occasionally, meet the other person’s eye, and maybe say “Mhm” or “yeah” every once in a while to acknowledge what they are saying. Not too difficult, right? Wrong. It seems that in this day in age people have taken the accepted ‘signals of listening’ and turned them into the definition of listening. –> Listening without actually listening.


“I would like a 6oz steak, medium rare. With a house salad and mashed potatoes.”

“Okay, what dressing would you like on your salad?”


“And on the mashed potatoes, brown or cream gravy?”


Sorry sir/ma’am we do not carry ‘yeah’ gravy. Which freakin gravy do you want?!


Jayde listening to me repeating the word ‘kong’

Sadly enough, I go through this routine with *almost* every single table that sits in my section. If it’s not the type of gravy they  would like, it’s whether or not they would like their steak smothered  or bacon bits on their salad. Usually the person or people they are with will repeat it back to them and they’ll change their answer (“You seriously want mushrooms on your steak??” – “Oh, no! No mushrooms.”)

The harsh truth: People do not truly listen.

As a server, I’ve accepted this and learned how to deal with it. It’s tested my patience more times than I can count. While I don’t think what these guests are doing is habituating to my voice, I do think something similar occurs: tuning out. Habituation = unconscious; tuning out = conscious. People consciously choose not to listen. And that, in my opinion, is rude and disrespectful to me as a human being. It is one thing to be distracted by something else and not hear what someone is saying to you, it is another thing entirely to ignore someone completely. And I think pretending you are listening just makes it worse.

Think about your own relationships. When you’re talking to a friend, parent, sibling, or a child (your own or someone else’s), what percentage of the time do you actually listen? We’d like to think 100% of the time, or 95% at the least. Is that really true, though? From my own experience (reflecting on mine and observing other’s listening habits), it seems that people get distracted by quite a few things:

  • Surroundings (distracting environment)
  • Other people (or animals)
  • Cell phones
  • Computers/tablets
  • Objects (purses, make-up, coffee cups, etc.)

….and I probably failed to mention lots of other things that people choose to turn their attention towards instead of the person who is talking to them. But the number one distractor is your own mind. Whether we like to admit it or not, we are so wrapped up in ourselves we don’t even notice it (that seems kind of backwards but whatever). It’s all in where we [consciously or unconsciously] place our focus, and inside our own heads is much louder than anything outside of it. For instance, have you ever been having coffee with a friend when they say something that sparks another thought, such as something you meant to do or something that happened recently, and suddenly your companion’s voice has become a background noise? You turn your focus onto the thoughts inside your head. It’s easy to make connections between what someone is saying and your own life, your own thoughts & opinions, and stop really listening.


I’m human. I get distracted by other people, things around me, my cell phone, etc. when I should be listening to whoever it is I’m talking to. It’s a bad habit to get into. At least I can say I acknowledge those moments and do my best to correct them.



It’s all in what you believe

I’m 22 years old. Not old by any account, particularly when I see couples that have been married for 40, 50, 60 years. <– That is a life. [When someone says they are “old” when in actuality they are in their 30s or 40s, I can’t help but roll my eyes. If you’re “old” at age 42, what are you going to be at 82? A dinosaur? That would be interesting.]

In my 22 years of life, I did not really grasp the idea that it is MY life until roughly 3 years ago. MY life being one that I actually have the free will to make decisions without worrying about a cookie cutter approach or breaking any rules. Actually, I’m still settling into the idea of listening to my own thoughts and feelings and moving toward that feeling of happiness and contentedness when it comes to me instead of trying to figure out the correct approach, decision, etc. In other words, I’m still working on making myself happy instead of everyone around me happy. [And if there is anything I hate, it is seeing others being/feeling hurt by something I said or did.] I’m still working on not seeing the world in black or white.

Throughout these past few years, one common theme constantly made itself noticed:

It’s all in what you believe.

No matter where I turned, this statement was, and is, relevant. So when I started blogging a while back, I found it appropriate to use as my tagline.

What it means to me might be painfully obvious to most people.

It’s all in your head. Whatever you think is there, is true, is false, is whatever, then that’s what it is (whatever “it” may be). Because you make your own reality. You are shaped by lots of things but that doesn’t mean you are required to think [believe] in similar ways as your siblings, friends, or parents. Something I heard quite a bit growing up was, “I don’t believe in _______ (fill in the blank).” Some of the words or phrases that filled in the blank astounded me, because the word or phrase was plain as day to me. How could you not believe in something that was obviously very real?

[Are you starting to see a little of how my mind works? xD Welcome to the dark side.]

I took that phrase, threw it around in my head for a while, and came up with an idea that related it to more abstract things, like God, love, racism, beauty, the existence of a soul, etc. And when I came up with that, I realized that I knew very little about what to believe. Still being worried about picking the “wrong” choice (is God real?) I decided to dig a little more, research what others thought and, more importantly, WHY they thought that way. And that is what I am doing at this point in my life. I call it self-searching. Searching for answers, for what works best for me. It’s not a Google Bing thing, either, as I’m starting to realize. It is a journey that looks suspiciously like the definition of life. Welcome to the ride.


First Impressions

I’m not new to the blogosphere; I have another blog that has gone stale due to lack of ideas/blogger’s block. So I started this new blog under some sleep-deprived conditions to see if it couldn’t break me out of my blog-funk.

—>>> Moments Of Mezz is my original blog, my first blog, the one that started it all. Check it out if you’d like to get a little bit of history on me, but I’m turning toward this blog as my main one so I probably won’t be posting anything else on that one. It feels like a good time for a fresh start. I will be changing some things on this one as I go. It is still in its beginning stages so I have some pages to add, and I hope to change it up a bit from my old blog.

If you are not a loyal follower someone from Moments of Mezz then here is what you might expect from my blog:

  • Photos, & lots of them. Probably mainly of my awesome dogs and Ashley’s dogs but also a little bit of whatever catches my interest. I enjoy shooting people… and things.
  • Thoughts I have running through my head that day, week, month, whatever. If something sticks with me for a while then I’ll probably write about it at some point – that’s the goal, anyway. Might be thoughts about what’s going on in my own life at the moment or thoughts about some ‘hot’ topic in society at the moment. I want this blog to be less censored than Moments of Mezz also. 🙂
  • Stories & lessons from the pawprints in my life. This is one thing I did not focus on as much as I would have liked in Moments of Mezz. My dogs (particularly my German shepherd girl, Jayde) are a huge part of my life and I’d like to dedicate more time on here for them.
  • My adventures as I enter a scary exciting new chapter of my life.
  • My perspectives on life in general. What I’ve learned, what I’m still learning, and what I’m doing about it all.
  • And whatever else I decide to write about that doesn’t fit into those broad categories.

So go ahead and click the follow button if you’d like. Likes are nice but comments are even better. I enjoy hearing other opinions & thoughts on things.