I usually think manifestos are stupid. Just kind of airy you know? There are all these lame wanna-be girls writting manifestos because it was like epic in like 1992, and they are all still thinking it’s cool, so obviously because I think I am cooler I disregarded them and assumed it was like something for all those perfectionist little brats. But then I started thinking and I googled manifesto and I realized manifestos can be totally amazing. They are actually very positive, nothing to do with perfectionisim and after writing one I feel pretty amazing. And obviously I now want everybody to write one.
It’s uplifting and totally something to look forward to and stand for. And then because I was all inspired and feeling dreamy I decided to keep going and write goals. I know sexy, I was out of control.
So I want to share my manifesto with you. I think a manifesto goes hand and hand with having goals because when you set your self some principals they totally have to remind you the overall picture.
So here is my manifesto, and stay tuned for my goals. And by the way, I am not trying to be pretentious in thinking that you care about my goals but I totally believe that reading somebody else’s goals can be inspiring. So I just do it to get some inspiration out there.
1. Remember Simple Rules. And, keep in mind that simple sometimes doesn’t mean practical. Also keeping in mind I don’t need super expensive shoes, or more furniture, or a bigger place, or a better car. I just need what I have, I actually need less. And remembering this will make me understand and really worry about the things I need to do to make a difference.
2. Eat to live jumping. Eat food that gives me energy, choosing Natural Foods over foods with “hormones, antibiotics, sweeteners, foods colors or flavorings that are not originally in the food.” I hate when I am bloated, or grumpy and feeling draggy and that happens when I over eat and eat things that my body doesn’t like, like dairy or sugar. After I eat cake I always want more and more sugar but the next day I wake up all grumpy and basically with a food hangover. So stop the bullshit! Sugar is crack and it makes me so happy, but so sick, too. So no more sugar, and be done with the cheese, for real and for all. At least my rule now is: if I don’t know the farmer that made it I am not eating it.
3. Surrender surrender surrender! Trash what is not working in my life, forgive what I and others have done wrong and let the Divine Spirit do it’s magic.
4. Open my mind. Be truly conscious, and stop ignoring big things that are happening in the United States and in the world. My goals have to be aligned with the true matters on the planet like poverty, hunger, homelessness, lack of water, etc.
5. Pray often. if I could have done it alone, I would have done it all ready.
6. Educated myself, read, read read, and listen, listen, listen. Be open for new and innovative ideas. It’s boring to always think the same way and that is just means you are getting stuck. I love when I am super stubborn about an idea and I argue with someone, maybe my husband?, for hours and then once I put my ego aside, only then I can see, understand and relate to what he thinks. Its beautiful to be able to feel and comprehend his ideas, and somebody else’s.
7. Be honest and love. This emplies to so much. It’s ridiculous.
8. Dish it. Yeah everything sounds perfect but I have to be willing to dish everything and not set this manifesto as THE rules to live by. You know I am a total perfectionist psycho so I can easily get al wild and stress the hell out of me just trying to fallow everything to the dot. Obviously this manifesto is not going to fit with my schedule and I have to be willing to just be present enjoy the moment.
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The whole slogan *do what scares you* it’s overated – and that is a fact.
This life that I have gets in the way of my writing.
I have a job, from 9 to 6. Like a normal American person. It feels right for this right moment. And I am trying to do it all. Just like you. But in in the process my brain freaks out and creates unnecessary thoughts.
The other day, I was in my hip mood, dancing and all and then I just start thinking “you are too comfortable, you should be doing the things that scare you”. And for a moment I almost embrace that thought. But I know better.
I do think about doing “what scares me.” You know because you hear that all the time, every where. But come on! There are a lot of things that scare me and I am not doing. Like I am really scared of taking a bath really late a night with out my man in the house. Because I think somebody is going to come in and kill me. I never will never do it! I will never take a shower later at night with out somebody in my house. I guess I am a wimp.
Sometimes I think I should just write down all the things that scared me and do them all, just for fun. To make my life more adventurous.
But, not today.
And I know the whole slogan “do what scares you” should be positive and encouraging but is not, at least not for me.
I lived like that for a long time, I did too many things on the name of that slogan. And a lot of them where very stupid mistakes. So NO don’t do what scares you. Do follow your dreams, be kind and work hard!
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why are you still eating cheese? ooh you look so cute you are getting the cheese belly. pfff.
I have gone back and forward in the whole Vegan thing. Right now, I still eat cheese.BLAH! It was after my trip to Italy. I let myself eat cheese while I was living the high life and now I am screwed.
I mean I know I want to be the Vegan Wonder Women, because that is the right thing to do in my head. And believe me I am the last person to do the right thing. I make the wrong decisions quite a lot. I mean I was not always like that. There was a time when I was perfect and when all I wanted to do was the right thing. I followed my parent’s orders, other people’s orders, teacher’s and if something was asked of me to do, I would just do it. Because that was the right thing to do.
Just like when I was little, I still want to do the right thing. On the other hand, now, I feel that there are many “right things.” Many right paths. And that pretty much everybody is wrong except me.
Being Vegan for me is beyond just doing the right thing for me and others. It’s like if I don’t do it I am interfering with my core’s truth. Being Vegan is not just part of who I want to be today but part of who I want to be tomorrow. It’s like I close my brown eyes and go 50 years from now and I see a wise Vegan super star wearing very cute earrings : me!
Do you have something like that? Something that you can’t accomplish and you want it so bad? Like something inside of you wants you to do or be “that.” But you seem to be close but not quite there yet?
If I KNOW I want to be Vegan, then what is wrong with me that I can’t just change my eating habits right at this second? I did it before! Why do I keep having excuses? I don’t know why I am having such a hard time just going back to it. Maybe because I need to go through this process so I understand others in the same type of situation. Maybe so I become better. Maybe this is teaching me something.
It’s very wacky that a part of me wants to still stay in this mediocre self.
If my body and my mind right now are not ready to be Vegan. Fine. I get it. I am not going to push it. I will keep educating myself and dreaming about the Vegan wonder women that one of these days I will be.
Like Veganism, there a lot of things I want to do in my life to upgrade myself. And some things are becoming harder than others. But I will still do my best, everyday. Because there is something inside of me that drives me towards that. Like a little voice that says “keep trying.”
tol-er-ance
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1.
a fair, objective, and permissive attitude toward those whose opinions, practice, race, religion, nationality, etc., differ from one’s own; freedom from bigotry.
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a fair objective, and permissive attitude toward opinions and practices that differ from one’s own.
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interest in and cancern for ideas, opinions, practice, etc., foreign to one’s own; a liberal, undegmatic viewpoint.
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to win, you have to work hard, play by the rules, and most important, stay in the game
At any sport, to win you have to work hard, play by the rules, and most important, stay in the game. I use these same rules for life. Often I see people in this game called life getting sad, mad or pouting, and dropping the ball and leaving at half time.
Like when you decide to eat super healthy and you start on your goal on Monday and then by Wednesday you are all ready eating the whole gallon of chocolate ice-cream. Or when you decide to be more organized and then you find yourself leaving your closet a mess after a rushy, crazy morning. Or when you decide to stop smoking and after a crazy day at work you find yourself smoking that last cigarette you found inside of the drawer of your desk by “accident”.
Relax, It’s fine! Like they say, “Rome wasn’t built in a day.”
Don’t get your ass too crazy on those things. Don’t forget your overall goal. It’s okay if on Wednesday you ate the whole cake, by Thursday you remember your overall goal and you choose a salad. No big deal. You eat it, you enjoy it, and now you move on!
Don’t doubt yourself. Be confident that you are on your way to whatever you want to accomplish. Everyday, every bad and good experience gets you closer to obtaining it. You learn from everything.
Often, I see people leaving their goal for a stupid mistake or a bad day. They judge themselves and let go of their dreams so quickly. Whatever your goal is don’t forget to stay in the game. Stay strong, get your positive attitude on, don’t compare yourself with anybody and trust that you will win; you will accomplish it.
Just trust.
I am empty of good posts. I feel like lately I been so busy with work and keeping up with my not very busy social life that I haven’t thought of anything good to write. So, I haven’t written anything, at least nothing worth posting.
But I just started thinking about recent incidents and there is a common denominator happening; it’s like a disease. It’s spreading!!!
Its easier to be a party popper and be the bitch at the party. And with party I mean life. I see it all the time. The lady in front of me at the line in the grocery store screaming frantically because the line is too slow, or “friends” making rude and unnecessary comments, people talking poorly about others, or just people being dramatic.
Maybe it’s you.
You may not even notice yourself, maybe you are too used to it. But you may be the dark energy in the room. Think about it. Nobody is going to tell you. Here’s a tip: analyze yourself. Do people call you to invite you places all the time? Or do you have to call them? Do you have friends calling you or nocking on your door without any particular reason? Maybe and I am just saying maybe, you are the bitch in the room. And slowly but surely people around you are not willing to spend a minute of their time with you. Nobody wants to be around negative energy. It’s important to keep a low level on your bitchiness. Being a bitch is never OKAY. Stop the brat before you wreck yourself. Make the shift and be the lover!
If you are unsure if you are crossing the line ask family and close friends and be open to the response. LISTEN without objecting/refuting/refusing.
There you grow!
Peace.
The whole thing about bigger is better is totally over rated, especially when it comes to food. If you ever wonder why Europeans are so freaking thin, well my dear I can guarantee you is not just genetics, or good luck, they actually eat less. A complete revelation right?
I am not very good at eating less. I am usually asking for super size, not necessarily at any fast food restaurant, I actually don’t eat fast food. Just in case you where judging me. I know you are. So I know for a girl my size I eat more than what I should. I eat as much as my husband and he is a guy and taller. I eat like there is no tomorrow. I don’t like it. My dad used to say, “If you are planning to get married, he must not see you eat,” and my mom will add something like “You should marry the owner of a supermarket or a restaurant.” Oh my parents!
So after my trip to Italy I learned about portions, by the way I am probably going to keep annoying you with my now staple phrase “after Italy.” In the near future you will probably hear me say my new favorite phrase until my fever ends, that can be two or three weeks more, or maybe until my next big exciting event, and maybe not. Probably not. Probably never. I am so in love with Italy that is going to take a while. So you must get use to it.
So back to food portions, I was surprised to find out my cookie monster self was satisfied with just a small. No shit, I always though small was for wimps. During my stay I did not ever complain about the portions.Their pasta dishes are probably half or sometimes a third of what pasta dishes are in the United States. I am not exaggerating! The whole time I was there I was very satisfied, never hungry.
Now I am almost a changed women. Like I still eat like a starving child from a orphanage, but at least I notice that it’s not right for my body and now I am trying to eat right. And with right I mean small.
I stopped drinking Venti size coffees, too. You will never find a Venti cappuccino in Italy. I know drink a short(8oz), which is even smaller than the tall but not the size of a regular cappuccino(4-5oz) from Italy.
The man of the big ideas in the Douglas household and I decided to do some mini-spring cleaning. Between trying to get rid of stuff and organizing some things I could not stop thinking about all the crap I have. Seriously, even though I am a get rid of stuff kind of girl, I still manage to keep tons of unnecessary, and unimportant things. And of course I do, I can never resist some cutesy, gutsy, sparkly waste of my money I see at Target, H&M or anywhere, sometimes even Walgreen’s.
Even though I presume of being a rehabbed shopaholic, I still buy more than what I need. It’s obvious just come and take look at my closet; embarrassing.
And now I am sitting in my living room, looking around, and I am so grateful for all the stuff I have. Like always, I feel a bit guilty. You know, because I know there is someone in the world at this same exact second suffering, hungry, or in need of some type of health service. And that is not fair. That breaks my heart in little tiny pieces.
And sometimes when I look at everything I own, I don’t want it anymore. I want to give it away. Yeah! And prove just to me that I don’t need it. That I would probably be happier with out it.That all I need is my man, my dog and a pair of sparkly turquoise shoes. I am at a point in my life where having nothing excites me as much as having it all. Whatever all means.
How many more things do I need?
How much space do I need to take?
200 pairs of shoes? 500?
Does all that stuff really makes me better?
Happier?
The answer is common sense now, obviously all the stuff has no true value in my life. The true happiness comes in those moments when I take chances, when I live in spirit, following my bliss. And in true business I know the sparkly stuff is just a side of the Ego to distract me from my true duty.
Have you had an experience that made a big impact in your life? You know that special event that changed you forever. And of course please recall the positive events. Do not go to that crazy thing that happened to you and traumatized you for life, and indeed changed your life forever and now because of that you can not leave your house when it is dark because you think there will be some strange animals like the Chupacabras trying to find you.
Anyway, I feel different after my trip to Italy.
I loved it there so much, and I think I loved it because it’s similar to Mexico. And I know I always said I don’t miss living in Mexico, but I lied. The truth is that, deep down in my heart, I think I actually do. I miss the food, the people, and the little things that make the place magical. But I also love living in the States. “You can’t have it all Aidee.” Whatever.
So yeah, I loved Italy, I was there one time before but I never appreciated it as much as I do now. It was the best trip of my life. Way too awesome. I may move there. Seriously.
What is so magical about that small boot shaped country? Well my dear I don’t think one post will answer this question. But I can try to print my deep love for them and the reason that now I call it my second home. So dramatic; so Italian!
The Italian culture is revolutionary, yet in many ways unchanging. The combination of tradition and the modern European life makes perfect sense. Italians seem like they have it figured out. Kind of like the French, but Italians with big, huge smiles. Italians seem happier. They may be bullshitting me and everyone around me and pretend very well. It was something beyond a nice smile, it was that their energy was much lighter. It felt like they where more ready to let go of control and enjoy life. And just enjoy.
Before my trip, I was reading that Italy is the #1 favorite country for Americans to visit. Also, in that same article it was revealed that the #1 reason to visit Italy was their food. I find this fact hilarious. In truth, I did enjoy the inexplicable and magnificent scenery, the art and their history. But I took as many pictures of the food I was eating as Michelangelo’s paintings. I have so many pictures of cappuccinos with chocolate croissants it’s ridiculous, but they always look so perfect. Worthy of taking a picture.
Their exquisite food with their incredible art and history makes it all THE perfect destination. And Italians take it to the next level with their very pleasant personalities. That is why I fall for them. The people are ready to help and to be cordial, not in the fake way just to do it to get good karma or because they are getting paid for it. They are truly nice from their heart and you can feel it. Their positive attitude is reflected in every corner every day.
Their attitudes are contagious.
And I came back a little bit more like them. And that is just a present for me to enjoy.
When I was in college I decided to study Marketing. It sounded fun, even though I had no clue what it was. Throughout my years in college I understood marketing so well that it became a part of me. Getting a degree in Marketing changed my life forever. I started to question the material things I had and the things I wanted. Like “do I really want to buy all my clothes in Abercrombie & Fitch or is this need inside of me is a product of marketing?” I came to realize that I was as happy shopping at Target and that my Cartier watch had the same or less sentimental value than the 10 dollar watch I got from my little nephew. Life got better. I started to enjoy simplicity.
I understood name brands and I was happy because I felt I was smarter than the marketing ads around me telling me I should have the new Luis Vuitton (LV). By the way, I traumatized my brother for life. He is the type of guy that doesn’t understand purses or shoes, you know the guy probably has two or three pairs of shoes and that is too many for him. Anyway, it was a time when I was obsessed with LV and my obsession was contagious and before I knew it my older brother was talking couture. It was very funny.
Anyway, back when I was feeling empowered with all my marketing knowledge. It was a very exciting for me because I was feeling smarter and I was buying things for quality not for the name tag. I questioned everything, like “do I really, really, really, want this? do I need it? Or, is it pure consumerism? Or is it because I saw it in a magazine?” But I never questioned the food I was buying until recently. I mean seriously I went through college buying a coke and a snickers bar for breakfast. Was I drinking Coke because I liked the flavor? Or it was simply because it was there in the super market and that was the thing to buy? Recently, until my husband brought it to my attention, I didn’t realize my insane love for McDonald’s.
Think about it. Do you actually crave a hamburger or is the TV ad playing in your head over and over again tricking you into thinking you need it? What is it? Do you really know what are your favorite food is? Is pizza really your favorite? How do you know?
The food industry spends a lot of money on marketing. Just in 2010 the fast food industry spent $4.2 billion dollars on marketing in the United States. Where do you think all that money is going? What is their purpose? What are they doing to you? It all goes to create a necessity specialized and customized for you my dear.
I know obviously you are thinking “Look, I know I love brownies and ice-cream, I know I love Mexican food, I was born the first time I had a quesadilla, enchiladas and I are best friends and I cry when I eat a rib-eye, no one tricked my mind.” You are right. I know you love those foods because they taste good. But be aware that there are companies paying a ton of money to make you buy those things. And it all starts with a little crave. And the little crave started with something you saw or something that reminds you of that cheesy pizza.
The food pictures in your mind most of the times are determined by a collective customized marketing plan.
When I am in other countries I never miss any of my favorites foods. I really don’t, because I am just cool like that. I sometimes come back and find out I really didn’t like that particular thing I used to loved so much. Like I used to loved almond milk. I was drinking it with anything before my trip to Italy. I used to put it in tea and whatever I could. Now, that I am back I think it is just o k a y. I don’t care for it as much. And that is when I think “well maybe was all the subliminal messages around it made it taste better.” DAH!
I don’t doubt you know what you like. But how much is really truly your desire. And how much is the huge billboard with a picture of a juicy hamburger?
People have a very hard time in this country loosing weight, that is not news. I mean we go from diet to diet with out getting any results. And I believe with my whole big heart that in part it’s because of the way food is marketed. Yeah you got it my love, those extra 15 pounds you can’t loose since 2006 are all marketing’s fault. Well not really, I just lied to you. I mean it’s marketing’s fault but come on, those donuts and breakfast tacos helped, too. But in serious business it doesn’t help that we are in fact constantly bombarded with very decadent food messages.
Be aware. And don’t let them get you that easy! Are you really going to have lunch at Olive Garden today because the quality of the food is exquisite and you know they have the best manicotti in town or is it because last night you saw about 30 commercials telling you about their lunch specials while watching your favorite show?
Smart up about your food intake. Don’t let those bastards get to you!
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