So much for one post a day.
Consistency is obviously something I'm not good at. It's something I've struggled with my entire life. It seems like the only thing I've ever been consistent with is my failure at being consistent. Not being consistent has resulted in me being something i abhor. A Quitter.
I first realized my nack for not sticking with things whether it be hobbies, instruments, studies, etc. when I quit the flute. If flute was the only instrument I quit I wouldn't have been so worried, But prior to the flute I had also quit the piano and violen. I tried taking up the piano many times there after, but it always ended with the same result: Me Quitting. Still my mother never gave up on me. She kept pushing me to try new things Dancing lessons, singing lessons, guitar lessons, art lessons and so much more. I am so greatful to my mother for continuosly trying to help me find a skill. But she also made me realize that I'm a quitter something I'm not proud of. I wish my mother's efforts had payed of and I had something to show for it, but alas I that that may never happen.
Still I realized that my inconsistancy has led to me having many little skills. Because everytime I quit something I pick something up. Whether it be new hobbies like making earrings, knitting, downloading new music nonstop, or just writing a blog. I've learned a lot. Without my inconsistancy I may have never learned to play "more than words" on the guitar, or play 'sweet almond' on the piano. So although I am undeniably a quitter; I am a quitter with many odd skills. And I'd rather be that than someone with no skills at all.
I've been listening to Telethon-Emily Haines while writing this entry and I REALLY recommend you listen to it. It's hauntingly beautiful.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Day 1: Names
I have a plethra of names that I get called, but my main one is Gemma. I honestly don't mind what you call me. My name has always been something that people notice right away. Not gemma, but my other "real name" (although gemma is also on my birth certificate, in fact, I have 3 names on my birth certificate which is why I get called so many different things). My actual name is pronounced differently from how it is spelled (In a sense so is gemma. many people think it's spelled with a J not a G). This means many perplexed teachers, intresting first days at school, and questions, lots of them.
When I was little I hated my name. Coming from a foreign country was hard enough without having a perplexing name that brought questions I couldn't answer. I was constantly envious of the kids with easily pronounced names. Names like Jessica or Sam. However, as I grew up (not to say I'm not still a kid) I realized I liked my name. It was unique and meant no one forgot it after they learned how to pronounce it. To this day all my elementry teachers know my name.
A lot of people are very protective of their name. And i know that your name is essentially the first thing that your parents give to you that is filled with their love and effort. They probably spent weeks pondering over if kids will make fun of you if you have that name, or if a name is too ordinary for this special child their having. And most likely after weeks and maybe even months they will finally decide on what to them is the "perfect name".
However, I also feel that a name is just that. It's a just a title. It doesn't define you or make you who you are. If your name was Nia instead of Jenny you would still be the same person. Which is why I honestly dont care what people call me. I mean your name will change throughout your life. Right now I am called gemma, but 20 years from now I may be called Mrs. or Ms. ____. And 50 years from now I could be Grandma or Nana. All different titles for one person. Which is why I think that the important part of your name is the feelings your parents, grandparents, or family friends put into picking it not the actual name itself. So please don't throw a fit when someone constantly calls you a different name.(which I'm very guilty of)
Thanks for reading my little schmeal on names.
Hopefully I'llbe posting something everyday. See you tommarow!
When I was little I hated my name. Coming from a foreign country was hard enough without having a perplexing name that brought questions I couldn't answer. I was constantly envious of the kids with easily pronounced names. Names like Jessica or Sam. However, as I grew up (not to say I'm not still a kid) I realized I liked my name. It was unique and meant no one forgot it after they learned how to pronounce it. To this day all my elementry teachers know my name.
A lot of people are very protective of their name. And i know that your name is essentially the first thing that your parents give to you that is filled with their love and effort. They probably spent weeks pondering over if kids will make fun of you if you have that name, or if a name is too ordinary for this special child their having. And most likely after weeks and maybe even months they will finally decide on what to them is the "perfect name".
However, I also feel that a name is just that. It's a just a title. It doesn't define you or make you who you are. If your name was Nia instead of Jenny you would still be the same person. Which is why I honestly dont care what people call me. I mean your name will change throughout your life. Right now I am called gemma, but 20 years from now I may be called Mrs. or Ms. ____. And 50 years from now I could be Grandma or Nana. All different titles for one person. Which is why I think that the important part of your name is the feelings your parents, grandparents, or family friends put into picking it not the actual name itself. So please don't throw a fit when someone constantly calls you a different name.(which I'm very guilty of)
Thanks for reading my little schmeal on names.
Hopefully I'llbe posting something everyday. See you tommarow!
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)