A Short New Year’s Challenge

As a homemaker/freelancer, I know everyday life can seem a little boring at times. Waiting 10 hours for my hubby to get home every day can be tiresome and lonely. But when I think about those 10 hours alone every day that I have right now (hopefully I’ll get a job soon or this won’t change until I go back to school), each one seems like a golden opportunity. Day-to-day life is when everything starts. Even the smallest decisions can have HUGE repercussions. I never would have met my husband if I hadn’t joined match.com on a whim one day. It was worth every penny of the $60 we each paid, although at the time it seemed like a huge waste of money that I would regret later.

My challenge for the new year is “Make every day count.” We humans are not guaranteed tomorrow. We think we’re going to get at least 70 years of life, but who knows? If you waste all your time on this distraction and that distraction, you’re going to miss it. “Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the ‘present.'” (Kung Fu Panda… I know it originated somewhere else but I’m not sure exactly where lol)

I don’t say that to be depressing and morbid, I say it as a motivation, both to myself and to you. Don’t be discouraged if your everyday life seems boring and mundane. Your day-to-day decisions¬†create your destiny. ūüôā

Happy New Year!!

~Alli Day

Fresh Year, Fresh Commitment

Alright y’all, I know I have not been super faithful with posting this year (okay let’s face it, I’ve been awful) but 2013 is a year full of promise and hope for me and I fully intend to get off my butt… in a manner of speaking… and start writing/composing in earnest again. You know that difficult choice I was talking about last time? Well, I’ve made it. I’m going to take that leap of faith. I’m going to follow my dreams. If I fail, I fail. My husband is my biggest supporter and he has encouraged me to do whatever it takes to make myself happy and to succeed.

The sky’s the limit in 2013! I have a tradition I always do on the 30th and 31st of every December and I kinda¬†hope the idea spreads, cause it’s really fun. On the 30th, I write down all my big accomplishments (or at least happy memories) of the past year. Then on the 31st, I write down my goals for the upcoming year. It’s fun to look back on those posts/journal entries and see what I did accomplish and what I still have the pleasure of pursuing.

Tomorrow I will be posting what I did in 2012. I will be¬†including the story of how I met my soulmate on match.com, so stay tuned ūüėČ

~Alli Day

A Light in the Darkness

I have noticed a recurring theme in literature/TV/movies/music lately: depressingly pessimistic views on life. We think “realism” is painting a world in which everything is pointless and nothing is true–in which people rarely succeed at¬†anything¬†and dreams are only for children.

I have two words for that point of view. Since when??

I may seem childish for this, but personally I still believe that my dreams can come true. No, my life is not perfect. Life has definitely not been “easy” for me; in fact, I suffer every day, probably more than most people would realize. But I still have this crazy belief that life is¬†not¬†worthless and things are going to get better for me someday. I still have this insane hope that life¬†can have a happy ending. Why? Because I’ve watched it happen for other people and I know it’s possible. In the midst of suffering, there is always something to fight for.

If you’re having a bad day, I sympathize with you. It feels like everything I’ve done today has ended in some kind of catastrophe one way or another. A little while ago, I felt like giving up and quitting, but all I had to do was tell myself, “You can sit here and be miserable, or you can choose to be happy.” The answer to that is pretty obvious.

What people need is an acknowledgement that yeah, life hurts. In fact, sometimes it’s like being in a constant state of dying–but there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel for people who refuse to give up. There is usually a way out of whatever messy situation you’re in–or if there’s no way out, there’s a coping method. You don’t have to quit or give in. You can have the last laugh at life’s expense.

That is the message I’m striving to deliver in my writing. You can be miserable, down and out, or crumpled on the floor and still find the strength to rise again. Strength comes from having someone on your side, even if it’s only yourself. You can be your own best friend or your own worst enemy. What you tell yourself is what you’re going to believe and live by.

The choice is yours. Are you going to be a victim or a victor? Are you going to let life beat you or are you going to show it who’s boss?


I am the Capitol

I just finished reading “Catching Fire,” the second installment in the Hunger Games trilogy, for the first time. I have to say, it left me almost clinically depressed. Talk about a dystopian setting! It was fantastically plotted, though, and I thought the whole “clock” idea was inspired. I read it in less than 24 hours, just like I did with the first book.

After finishing the book, I found myself going on about my normal life, but getting depressed at the very thought of the awful way the book ends (and the things I’ve heard about the 3rd one, which I will read once I have recovered and actually have some free time). Every time the depressing thoughts would come, I would just shake them off. After all,¬†my¬†life isn’t that bad. I need to go get my hair cut. That will make me feel better.

Then it hit me. OH. EM. GEE.

I am the Capitol.

I, me, a girl who considers herself such a great person and so compassionate and caring and intelligent, am just like those brainless, worthless “Capitol” bimbos in Suzanne Collins’ novels. Vain. Selfish. Happy as long as all my needs are being met. Wanting to just shove reality and depressing thoughts away. Intrigued by all the suffering I see on TV instead of enraged by it.

I want to simply ignore the fact that there are starving, oppressed, trapped people all over the world, just like there are in the fictional (but not too far off) land of Panem. I want to just sit on my cozy couch day after day with my lovely, fat, black cat and my laptop and write the stories I want to write. I want to have riches, fame, and comfort instead of living my life for something that really matters.

That’s not to say that comfort, fame, riches, and writing the stories I want to write are all bad. But if that’s all I have, it’s¬†nothing. I might as well be dead for all anyone else cares.

This realization brought me to tears. How wrong have I been? What have I been doing? What can I do?

Then I remembered there’s a volunteering opportunity with my school next month at a local food bank. I may not be able to save millions of lives or even make a DENT in the stratosphere of this world, but I can lend a helping hand.

Another thing I realized today while I was reading this incredible book is that I have an¬†immense¬†power right at my fingertips. I can write. I can entertain. I can get into people’s heads and hearts and make them¬†think and¬†feel.

I have an audience, and that is power in and of itself. AND SO DO YOU. Whoever you are, whatever you do, TODAY, this moment, you have an audience who needs to hear what you have to say.

So if you are reading this, my challenge to you is this: Donate, volunteer, speak, sing, paint, write, invent, fix, play, sign, give, love, pray–whatever you can do, do it. For the hungry, for the sick, for the addicted, for the enslaved. For anyone you know who is suffering–get off your arse and do something to help them.

You only have one life on this planet. Make it count.