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Notes to Self

December 28, 2020

Last week I went through my Book Box, a big decorative box I used to store book drafts and ideas when I was writing Agent Innocent. Talk about a trip down memory lane. Wow. Those early book drafts were rough, not to mention very angry and depressing.

 

I was happy to send most of the contents of the box to the shredder.

 

I had forgotten, however, about some of the random contents I’d tucked away in there.

 

Sprinkled throughout the Book Box were post-it notes with quotes in my loopy cursive, torn pieces of paper with scribbled quotes from movies or television shows, and torn pages from magazines with quotes on them.

 

As I read these, I smiled, picturing myself in my little one-bedroom West LA apartment scribbling quotes and notes in the wee hours of the morning. The night owl in me was alive and well those days.

 

In my final Bad Blog of 2020, I’m going to go back to those late-night notes and share a few of them here. I remember the circumstances and reasons for some of them. Others I don’t. Either way, it was good for me to revisit them, and I hope some of them are encouraging to you as well.

 

Here they are!

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“Nobody truly interesting is universally liked.” 

Source: The Girlfriend’s Guide to Divorce (television show)

 

I admit it. I binge-watched this show after the divorce and after I moved into my apartment. If you haven’t noticed, I tend to grasp onto one-liners I either read somewhere or hear on television. I don’t remember what episode this quote was from, but I definitely remember when I wrote it down.

 

Today, it serves as a reminder to keep moving forward (and to probably stop reading Amazon and Goodreads reviews of my book) and care about liking who I am and who I am becoming more than caring about what some random person on the Internet thinks of me.

 

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“No matter how far you run, you keep running into yourself.”

Source: I don’t remember

 

I have no idea where I got this or if I made it up myself. Who knows? But I know this: I was running away from a lot of problems back them. Maybe it’s more accurate to say I was hiding out to avoid dealing with my demons. No matter how hard I tried, I needed to face myself to grow. 

 

Today, it reminds me to get out of my own way and roll with the punches. Stop running, but keep moving. That sort of thing.

 

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“Don’t be afraid to be vulnerable and transparent, healing is on the other side of letting it all out.”

Source: It looks like a page from a magazine with the handwritten date “09/26/2016” written on the bottom of the page.

 

The date on the sheet is the day after my birthday. Perhaps I was at my sister’s in San Diego that day. I don’t remember. But that’s probably likely. I wasn’t writing much at the time, so I probably used this sheet as a pep talk for myself. I don’t know why I dated it though. I was “in my feels” apparently.

 

Today, I have done a lot of healing, and I’m grateful for that. And even though I’ve personally healed a lot, that doesn’t mean vulnerability and transparency about those experiences needs to go away. Authenticity is more meaningful than secrets. 

 

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“Suppressing inner problems and minimizing your life problems is its own form of negligence.”

Source: Me

 

I remember recognizing my own negligence during this time. Reality was setting in, and by neglecting to address my problems, I was neglecting myself. Maybe this was written during a late night epiphany or something. I don’t remember.

 

Today, this line reminds me that self-care isn’t just the manicure and a good night’s sleep. Self-care is often ugly. It involves doing the dirty inner work head-on with the resiliency that willpower provides. It’s not just workouts and a healthy diet. It’s doing a reality check on personal finances and budgeting. It’s making a bowl of rice and veggies instead of getting takeout again. It’s standing up for myself even when it pisses people off. It’s making tough decisions and knowing my worth (and making big moves when others do not). It’s respecting my time enough to revoke access to those who do not. It’s knowing when to answer a call or unapologetically send it to voicemail. It’s realizing how much someone else could benefit from a $40 Venmo when I am selfishly eyeballing another candle I don’t necessarily need. It’s going to the doctor when something isn’t right and sucking it up when a bill comes because it’s not all covered by insurance. Self-care is sometimes expensive diagnostic tests. 

 

The list goes on. But I think the line “Self-care is sometimes ugly and dirty” might need to be on a 2021 sticky note in the Book Box. It’s definitely something I’ve been thinking about a lot. 

 

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“As much as you want to write when you’re happy, you need to write that much when you’re miserable. The passion has to go somewhere.”

Source: The movie “5-7”

 

Oh, I do remember this one. I watched this movie and remember scribbling this line down. As you can probably guess, I was utterly miserable and lonely in 2016. I don’t need to belabor that anymore.

 

Today, it reminds me to direct my passions in productive areas. Yes, I need to write no matter how I’m feeling. As my writing mentor has said so many times to me. “You have to get the first messy draft down so you have something to work with.” And it goes beyond that. One of my Book Box drafts had a page or two about grief. I wrote that feelings of grief are a reminder that I have a lot of love to give. Back then, grief meant I was unable to bestow that love where I wanted it to go. I wrote about trying to redirect that loves toward those more deserving, like family and friends who stood by me while I was hurting the most. Sometimes passion needs to be redirected, and that’s all part of the process. I need to keep working toward the dreams and things I’m passionate about, but know when to put equal passion into the temporary tasks that are needed to get me there.

 

Happy New Year! Make good choices! Hehe

 

Embracing the typos till next Monday,

 

Mel

 

 

 

 

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The MySpace Series: Part One
March 15, 2021
The MySpace Series: Part One
March 15, 2021

Last week, I was searching for an email to prepare for a podcast interview. The keyword search produced a handful of emails, one of which had the subject line “myspace blog posts” and myself as the sender/recipient.

Apparently, a few years back (or eleven), I copied all of my old MySpace blogs from college into an email (probably before I deleted everything on MySpace). I don’t remember sending this email, nor do I remember writing any of the posts.

As I read through them, I realized I’ve matured a lot since then, but I also realized I might need to revisit some of the “wisdom” my young adult mind was spouting on MySpace.

I guess I’ve been blogging badly longer than I thought.

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March 15, 2021
The Way Up
March 8, 2021
The Way Up
March 8, 2021

Well, I’ve had to make some more big changes in my life. For the last month and a half, I’ve been burning the midnight oil, stuck between finishing up the old and getting started with the new. For the first time in a long time, I fell behind on the things that matter to me a lot, and it’s not like me to let that happen. The Type-A in me was (and still is) horrified.

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March 8, 2021
The Little Things
January 11, 2021
The Little Things
January 11, 2021

Last week was quite a week, wasn’t it? I found myself saying aloud, “What is happening?”

What is happening? A lot, to say the least, and enough to leave anyone in a state of sadness and despair. What a mess. An important, troubling mess that needs sorting and fixing. Anyone on all sides of the table can probably agree with that.

I’ve been thinking a lot about what’s to come, both for me and for the country. I think I, like many, secretly hoped for clarity and change as the New Year rolled around. A clear path to the future.

When I know I need to make a change, I delay the decisions and hope for a “sign” that it’s the correct one before I make it. I’m sure many can relate to that. Big decisions are scary. Change is scary. But risk is necessary sometimes. Like I’ve been saying for a long time, I can’t move forward without getting uncomfortable.

But a sign would be nice, sometimes.

I suppose clarity and answers are often present if we stop and listen long enough to see them. There’s something to be learned everywhere, even if it’s in the little things.

That’s what I want to share today… a few little things.

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January 11, 2021
Notes to Self
December 28, 2020
Notes to Self
December 28, 2020

Last week I went through my Book Box, a big decorative box I used to store book drafts and ideas when I was writing Agent Innocent. Talk about a trip down memory lane. Wow. Those early book drafts were rough, not to mention very angry and depressing.

I was happy to send most of the contents of the box to the shredder.

I had forgotten, however, about some of the random contents I’d tucked away in there.

Sprinkled throughout the Book Box were post-it notes with quotes in my loopy cursive, torn pieces of paper with scribbled quotes from movies or television shows, and torn pages from magazines with quotes on them.

As I read these, I smiled, picturing myself in my little one-bedroom West LA apartment scribbling quotes and notes in the wee hours of the morning. The night owl in me was alive and well those days.

In my final Bad Blog of 2020, I’m going to go back to those late-night notes and share a few of them here. I remember the circumstances and reasons for some of them. Others I don’t. Either way, it was good for me to revisit them, and I hope some of them are encouraging to you as well.

Here they are!

Read more →
December 28, 2020
12,000 Steps
December 14, 2020
12,000 Steps
December 14, 2020

“Why are we like this?” Ah, we’ve asked this question many times.

I thought about the days of old, the ones before Apple Watches and activity trackers came into my life. I thought of the college days when my pink flip phone took crappy pictures and I had to hit the 7 button four times to type an S when sending a text. I trained for half and full marathons like this and had no idea what my pace was during these long runs. I just made a route ahead of time so I knew I’d gone the distance and didn’t worry so much about pace. It was about the experience, not the inner competition with a watch.

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December 14, 2020
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December 8, 2020
Bad Day
December 8, 2020

When I have a bad or cranky day, I usually tell myself to “try again tomorrow” because a bad day does not have to be a bad week or a bad life. A phrase from Anne of Green Gables comes to mind. “Tomorrow is always fresh with no mistakes in it (yet).”

My family has a rule. If we are cranky, we need to “announce” it. It’s as simple as saying, “I’m cranky today, FYI.” If you act like an idiot to family, then someone is probably going to ask, “What’s your problem? Did you forget to announce today?”

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December 8, 2020
Winning
November 30, 2020
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November 30, 2020

I want those people to know I’m not a joke, that I’ve won. God, I feel that.

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November 30, 2020
Throwing Stones
November 23, 2020
Throwing Stones
November 23, 2020

As a kid, I liked to collect pretty rocks. The shinier the better. The more misshapen the better. Sometimes I’d even find a dull looking rock and crack it in half with a hammer to see if the inside was shiny. I’d be delighted if the insides sparkled.

Today I still have pretty rocks, and, to some, random rocks around my house might look a little peculiar. But, then again, I’ve never claimed to be “normal” so perhaps visitors chalk it up to my eclectic taste in décor.

I came by some of these stones while living in West Los Angeles. Others were picked up after I moved to the Midwest.

The new rocks are healing stones.

(Now relax, family and friends. I have not taken to worshipping inanimate objects and I’m not delving into devil worship.)

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November 23, 2020
Character and Characters
November 16, 2020
Character and Characters
November 16, 2020

I’ve decided to write a novel. Well, perhaps I should rephrase. I’ve had a trilogy “planned” for about three years now. I just haven’t done anything about it. I recently figured out why that might be the case.

I’ve had this grand plan to write an exciting story with the “usual” Secret Service assassination (or assassination attempt), complete with a complex execution plan and a hyper-observant batch of agents saving the day at the very last millisecond. Also, it wouldn’t be complete if the first book didn’t end on an extreme cliffhanger where someone has died and we won’t know who until the second book.

I had a general outline of the story for each book. I just needed to write it.

But I didn’t write it.

Every time I sat down to write the story, I failed.

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November 9, 2020
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November 9, 2020

This election was the first time I voted at an actual polling location. Since election days were usually travel days for me in the Secret Service, I was always an absentee voter. This time, I participated in early voting at a local shopping mall. I was excited as I stood in line. It felt like my first time voting. I sat in the little booth smiling like a little kid as I filled in my bubbles, smirking at the fact that Kanye West was actually an option on the ballot. I thought it was joke when others mentioned it. Guess not. I grinned from ear to ear as the lady stamped my ballot and handed me the “I Voted” sticker. #American

“I don’t want to talk about the election. I stay away from political topics.”

This is usually my answer when people ask me about politics, and, specifically, this election. I think this country has morphed into a place where those conversations are unlikely to remain civil, especially if they occur on the Internet where anyone and everyone behind a keyboard can become a rude, sniveling pile of hate to one another.

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November 9, 2020