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Naturally 7

Day 25 – The reason you believe you’re still alive today.

GRACE. That’s all I can really say on that. Grace. And mercy.

I’m glad this came up. Seems like the perfect time to introduce one of my FAVOURITE bands. They are AWESOME. We all know about acapella. We’ve seen and heard it done a million times. Yes, it can be great. It can be brilliant. But WAIT. There is something MUCH GREATER.

VOCAL PLAY.

This group. Is. AMAZING. They do VOCAL PLAY. Don’t know what that is? Believe me when I tell you that your life is about to get waaayyy better. And your mind may be blown. Actually, I’m pretty sure it will be. And I’m smart. So you’dbetter wear a helmet before you go any further.

The group is called Naturally 7. 7 guys. 7 very good looking guys, by the way. *whistles* They sing with no musical instruments like drums, bass, guitars, pianos, etc. But there IS music. And the instruments are their voices. YES. They MAKE THE SOUNDS OF OTHER INSTRUMENTS. WITH THEIR VOICES. I know you don’t believe. So I’m going to give it to you on a platter. Right now. Taste and see. Well… Watch and listen. Whatever.

My FAVOURITE of the songs they sing is Say You Love Me. This one doesn’t showcase all that they can do, but it’s my favourite, so it has to be the first (with vocal play).

I should have also mentioned by this point that this is a gospel group. The guys are all Christians. None of their music is secular.

This is where your mind will be blown. Please. Take a moment to click (to fasten) the little strappy thing under your chin. I don’t want brain matter splattering everywhere.

Yeah. That’s real. No faking. I saw them in concert TWICE. I kept looking for the hidden stuff. Nothing. It’s all them. I promise you.

Check this out. They really saaaaang this popular song, Broken Wings.

This is another of my favourites. It really shows what they can do. Remind yourself as you listen to this that everything you hear is made up of the voices of 7 guys. That’s it.

Sometimes, they kinda stick to acapella. Like in this song:

Still amazing, right? Yeah, I know. I wish I could take credit for it.

Now, I have to highlight the skills of my personal favourites, because I’m biased like that.

Yeaaaah! Happy Sunday!

Back to 30 Days of Truth

Day 21: (Scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?

Yeah, I’ve been slacking on these 30 days of truth. It’s not because I’m determined to lie. No one said the days of truth had to be on a stretch, uninterrupted. Right? And then I got stuck on certain prompts. Some, I felt like I didn’t have time to approach, and needed to wait until I had enough time to properly answer. This one, I just think is really lame, and I don’t have much to say. I wanted to find a clever way to skip it. Didn’t. Hahaha.

So… If that happened, I’d do whatever is instinctive. This may seem a bit much, but this is the way my brain works, ok? I need to break this down into possibilities. Consider it a personal favour that I don’t break down the fight (petty vs. serious, resolved issues vs. unresolved issue, etc.).

LIVES – If he/she lives, he/she could be in different situations.

LIVES + UNCONSCIOUS – Visit daily. Encourage him/her to come back/wake up.

LIVE + CONSCIOUS – He/she could be at home or in the hospital (won’t get into different areas), different conditions (critical/stable/fair/good, emotional states of being, possible memory loss. The way I approach it would depend on all that, but I’d definitely take care of any unfinished business. Apologize where necessary, explain what needs to be explained, help him/her through whatever is going on.

Okay, I’m not going to break it down any further than that. It’s probably enough to say that I’d be there. I would make every effort to be as present as possible. I’d fulfil my best friend duties, without a doubt. (This is assuming that the fight wasn’t about something outrageous like him/her killing my spouse without my express permission.) I may feel bad about the fight we had right before it happened, but I don’t think I’d blame myself or beat myself up about it because arguments happen – some for good reason, others just because… I don’t know. I’d just hope and pray for the best possible outcome and do my part, whatever that is.

 

 

This Life Is Worth Living (Day 7 of 30 Days of Truth)

Day 7 – Someone who has made your life worth living for

There are so many great people in my life. I’ve had great support all my life, from family and friends. Different people have contributed to my life, supported me, taught me lessons, made me feel better, saved me, and been present when need the most at different points and in different situations. To single anyone out would be unfair. It would also be a little ridiculous to say that one person has made my life worth living. If someone had to make my life worth living, I should probably just perish, no? I think it’s enough to say that people have made trying times more bearable, given me more than my share of laughs and smile, supported me, built me up… You know… That stuff.

I guess I should start dishing out some credit…

Ma – ALWAYS there. Always. She’s 91 years old, and still the strongest person I know. Period. Always available, always willing and able to help, always to-the-point, always honest, always sincere, always always.

Auntie – There to listen, there to advise. Asks questions to provoke thought. Makes suggestions. And sandwiches. Does a lot of cooking and feeding. And praying.

Parents – Always do the best they can, denying nothing that is in their power.

Siblings – Multi-everything. All so different, but have and share the same love, care, and concern. Super-support. Drop anything at any moment to help me cry, take me home, bring me a meal, or share a good joke.

TEverything I ever wanted and needed in my life, whether I knew it or not. The Love of My Life. If I say much more, this would end up being a separate post because once I start, I find it hard to stop. My Babe is just the most amazing person. The most perfect person. For me. And only me.

I don’t want to get into listing friends separately… They know who they are. They know that I value a good little pow-wow. A listening ear. A devil’s advocate. A good story. A trip to the beach. Or ice cream shop.

Little things in varying combinations make up the big ol’ thing that is life. And it IS worth living. It’s just that the people we let in add different kinds of special. Like herbs and spices add flavour to a pot.

Paying to Survive (Day 6 of 30 Days of Truth)

Day 6 – Something you hope you never have to do.

I never want to have to deal with another serious/chronic/autoimmune/terminal illness. Not in a family member, not in a friend, not in myself. It is so draining, in every way.

One thing I don’t understand is the cost of medication. And treatment, for that matter. It makes no sense. How could it cost so much money for a person to preserve life?! Governments intervene to regulate the prices of bread basket items, seemingly because we need them to live. What about medicine? What about treatments like chemotherapy? What about rehabilitation? How does it cost thousands and thousands of dollar to preserve life? To treat illnesses, to ease symptoms, to slow the decline… Why?

I’d rather not have to deal with illness in anyone close to me. It’s a difficult, trying time. Coming to terms with the diagnosis, learning about the condition, reviewing treatment options, finding the money, fighting insurance companies, getting emotional support, preventing relapses, raising awareness. There’s so much involved in it. At the end of the day, we do what we must. We do the best we can with what we have. We try to get what we don’t have, but realize we need. It feels like a never-ending game of tug-of-war. But we do it. When we have to. Because we have to. I don’t want to have to. But I will. If I do. But I hope I don’t. Ever again.

Hopeful Wife and Mother (Day 5 of 30 Days of Truth)

Day 5 – Something you hope to do in your life

Hopes and dreams. Wants and wishes. Aren’t we all full of them? It’s funny, I have so many things that I hope/dream/want/wish to do, yet one really stands out. I want to have a family of my own. I want to be a wife. I want to be a mom. To four or five children.

I’ve always been open to a lot of things in terms of education, career, hobbies… I pretty much know what I like and what I want, but I’m willing to change it up a little. One thing that has not changed since I was a little girl is my desire to have my own family.

I see myself getting up in the morning to make breakfast. Waking up my children. Getting them ready for school. Being a taxi service, driving them to and from school and various other activities. I see myself helping children with homework, making fun snacks, ensuring that meals are well-balanced. I see myself asking, “Did you remember to take your vitamins?” “Did you pack an extra bottle of water?” “Who left the [xyz] in the [abc]?”

I see family portraits. I see holiday dinners. I see family vacations. I see school plays, recitals, report card days… I see all of it.

It’s all very exciting to me. I watch days and years slip by, and watch myself get older, and I wonder WHENNNNN?! Whennnnn is this going to happen? I’m not even married yet. Is it in the future? Sure. I think. When? I don’t know. 

These things, we can’t really plan. I always thought it funny when people would try to plan their lives, and say, “Oh, I’m gonna get married when I’m 25, and when I’m 26, I’ll have my first baby.” I never planned to that extent. I’ve had benchmark-type thingies. I’ve known that I’d rather not start having children when I’m 34. I’d like to be done by that time. I’ve always wanted my children to be 1-2 years apart. I want them to be able to relate to one another, play together, give each other advice, etc. I’ve hoped for 2 boys and 3 girls. I’ve hoped to have at least one boy before the girls come along. But these are all ideals in my head. Nothing is in stone. And I know that it’s something I simply can’t plan. I just have to see how it all turns out. And live with my proverbial fingers crossed. You can cross your for me too. *glances at left ring finger* It looks like I may need it.

Get the Past Over With Already! (Day 3 of 30 Days of Truth)

Day 3 – Something you have to forgive yourself for.

*sighs heavily*

I have to forgive myself for the things I can’t change or control. A lot of times, I look back and see how much time I’ve wasted. How many people I don’t bother to keep in touch with. How many things I could have done better.

These things are all in the past. Things worked out the way they did for various reasons. Over the past few years, I’ve been determined to enjoy my life. I’ve been living up to that to the best of my ability. Really, that means that time wasn’t really wasted. It was just USED. To do something other than what I set out to do or just plain didn’t end up doing. And that’s okay.

I don’t keep in touch with everyone I’ve ever met. Sometimes, people cross my mind, and I wonder how we drifted apart. Sometimes a drop a note to say, “Hey!” With Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, etc., it’s quite easy. I shouldn’t feel bad about that. It’s impossible to have constant contact with EVERYone. Those most important to me are very present in my life. If I’m important to anyone, they can reach out to me too, so I don’t need to feel bad for not being the reacher-outer.

There are lots of things I could have done better. I could done better in school. I could have done better on certain jobs. I could have completed things I’ve left undone. But so what? I did well enough. I graduated with honours, I’ve continuously won awards for work performance, etc. I’ve always done well. Always. I just always know that I didn’t really push and could have done better. Annnd, that’s okay too.

Well! This was nice. I’m forgiven. Now I shall have a celebratory Coca-Cola. đŸ™‚

Good Morning, Sunshine! (Day 2 of 30 Days of Truth)

Day 2 – Something you love about yourself

Well… Just one?! Dangittaheck! I wanna list more! My prerogative, right?! Lol. Ok, I’ll follow instructions and mention someTHING I love about myself. Fiiiiine!

I looove… That I’m a MORNING PERSON! I looove mornings. I wake up, and I’m all like WOOHOOOO! What are we gonna do todaaayyy?! *bounces around house*

Well, when I first wake up, I’m kind of oooh-nooo-it’s-time-to-get-up? Right-now? But then I DO get up and brush my teeth and wash my face, and the amazingness that is a new day suddenly takes up residence in my soul. I smile. I look outside. I’m happy to see the sun. Even the rain if it’s there. I’m excited about my shower and breakfast. I just feel great about new days. New opportunities to just be great. To be happy. I love that happiness a decision, and I can make it again and again, every single day of life.

I think it’s funny, as I pass people and smile as I extend morning greetings, that people frown, look miserable, mumble if they answer at all, and just seem to regret BEING. It’s funny. But more than that, it’s sad. Life is a gift. Each day is a gift. Whether we accept it, use it, enjoy it, or not. A lot of people would rather be in bed when I smile and say, “Good morning,” but I like my presents better when I unwrap them and use them. You never really unwrap your day until you get the heck out of that bed and DO things. 

I’m glad that nothing stops me from accepting the present. I smile at my days, and they smile right back at me. I love that about me. đŸ™‚

Really Real For Real (Day 1 of 30 Days of Truth)

Day 1: Something you hate about yourself.

Well, I don’t like the word “hate.” At all. Actually, it’s a word I overused quite a bit. It was pointed out to me, I didn’t like the truth in what the person said, so I ended it. I started using different words and phrases. I tend to say, “I don’t like…” or “I dislike…” Less harsh.

That being said, one thing I don’t particularly like about myself is my tendency to be critical and analytical. Mind you, I LIKE this about myself too. I just think I may be a little too loose with it. For people who don’t know (or quite understand) me, it could be a bit much. I may come off like a Negative Nancy. I’d much rather think of myself as a Discerning Dana, or a Realistic Rena. Yeah, I play devil’s advocate. It could be a little off-putting or alienating or whatever. I could really work on reigning this talent in. đŸ™‚

I’m glad I took the time to think about this. I’m going to make a conscious effort to be more positive, and to be careful what I say, how I say it, and note whether or not it’s more positive or negative.

30 Days of Truth (via We’re Jumpin)

I’m sooo in! I love these little daily thingies! I’m gonna start tomorrow. That’s not procrastinating. I’m just trying not to post 1,467,578 times today. You’rrre welcommme!

30 Days of Truth Tomorrow starts my new Challenge! 30 days of Truth is about bringing out the best in yourself. Also, to let people see the "real" you through what you write. For thirty days I will write about myself, I will dig deep and I hope you can start this journey with me. 30 days of Truth; Are you ready!? Day 01 – Something you hate about yourself. Day 02 – Something you love about yourself. Day 03 – Something you have to forgive yourself for. Day 04 – So … Read More

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