On Feeling

Almost the entire time I was home there was a torrential downpour outside. Today, the day I left, it was finally beautiful. My mom and I spent the morning at the beach. Even though it was 8 AM, the sun beamed high in the sky and I could barely stand how bright it was (I didn’t bring sunglasses or a hat). Although uncomfortable at first, I was so happy to feel the sun on my skin. It didn’t matter that it was almost painfully bright. In the context of the beach, it didn’t matter. It felt correct in a way.

I found myself home for almost a week, which was so wonderful and also much longer than I thought I’d be there. I am horrendous at staying in my normal routine when I am home. The comfort of being there and feeling physically safe makes me melt. Usually, I have to fight the overwhelming desire to sleep in order to spend the time I want to enjoy with my family. In being home this time, I forgot to take my medication for many days in a row.

I felt like since I moved to NYC there has been a cry building, but I haven’t had a chance to get it out. While doing my job remotely this week I found myself frustrated and crying in the middle of a strange little combination eyeglass shop and coffee shop in my hometown. I just couldn’t convince myself that what I was doing meant anything. Yet, the crying was a good release.

I was prescribed my medication because of the presumption that I would feel too much without it. When people ask what it’s like to be on it, I often say its common with depression to struggle getting out of bed. With my medicine, there’s no thought of staying in bed all day. Although I know the day may not be pleasant, little pockets of serotonin seem to propel me to face the day. However, an unintended side effect of this is emotional blunting. Sometimes rather than feeling anything at all, I feel numb. Which in some cases, like in major depression, can be better than the terrifying things one can feel.

This weekend though, with my brief reprieve from my prescription, I was able to feel more than I usually do. I felt frustration from work, I felt anxiety from shifting timelines, and I felt sadness from the realization that my first puppy is nearing the end of her life. Although these emotions generally are regarded as negative, I am glad I felt them. All of these feelings are helping to guide me towards what is right for me.

We all want to avoid pain. We are taught as students, as workers, to take the most efficient route possible- to avoid the most grunt work, to avoid the most pain in the ass. And emotionally, most of us do the same thing. We avoid confrontation, we avoid hard conversations because we are afraid they will be painful. Most of the time though, what we feel is important to understanding what path you’re meant to be on.

When I was at the beach this morning I got into the water and at first it was freezing. It’s the same process almost every time you get into the ocean… unless you dive right in. Get ankle deep, then waist deep, then finally have the courage to face the moment of cold discomfort to jump out of the water re-energized and so glad you dipped in. Facing pain is a lot like that. When I feel dread about a conversation or a decision, I know what I have to do, but I am still standing in the shallow, wondering when I will take the plunge. Once the hard part is over though, its easy to remember again what a joy it is to be alive.

Kiera is a Senior Fart!

Hi Koko,

I hope you had a good LAST first day of school <3!! I compiled some advice from me and your other honorary big sisters. This year of high school is historically challenging but also incredible.

From Sabbie:
“hmmmm i think biggest advice is be true to who you are and invest in the things that make you happy. don’t feel like you need to be friends with everyone or be someone else, most people will fade away but you know in your heart who the real ones are. and enjoy the time with your family because you don’t realize how much you will actually miss them. start living healthy habits now to make the transition into college easier”

From Mck:

“Whatever emotions you feel during this time in your life is normal!! I remember feeling so confused because of what people tell you senior year is supposed to be like, but don’t let that dictate how YOU feel. Don’t limit yourself just because it is your senior year. It is never too late to try something new, or to stop doing something you once loved. Every version of you is worthy and doing things that bring you joy is never ever a bad idea. Remember that even when it seems like the world is against you, there are so many people that would move mountains for you. Senior year can be scary, so much lies ahead. But no matter what you decide to do with your life, you will always have people in your corner. I love you!!”

From Abigail:

musings for kiki 🩵🤍

– even when everything seems like it’s falling apart and nothing is working out, it’s still going to be okay
⁃ everyone who seems like they’ve got their stuff together is bluffing and just as lost/befuddled as everyone else
⁃ you’re already an inspiration to me by just being you and no matter what the people that love you are going to be proud
⁃ SLEEP. everything seems worse when you’re tired and you can really only get so much work done when you’re exhausted
⁃ i know you have everything to do but still make little pockets of time to do “unproductive” but fun things for yourself
⁃ i would personally suggest not opening decision letters in public places
⁃ things work out in weird ways sometimes so as cheesy as it sounds sometimes you really just have to cling to the belief that things will sort themselves out
⁃ always make time to read. it seriously helps with everything and gives you context for life
⁃ WE LOVE YOU ALWAYS

From Tiff:

“Kiera, my advice to you would be to enjoy the people around you. Although there are a lot of shit heads in Gulf Breeze, the friendships you make there will carry on throughout your entire life. So savor every overpriced Starbucks drink you get with your friends and realize that pretty soon you will be going off on your own paths and might not get the chance to be around the people who helped make you who you are.”

From me:

Hi cutie! My biggest advice would be to not take this year too seriously. I did and you saw where it got me… You have everything you need to get through this year and to succeed. Put the blinders on and don’t compare yourself to other people. Listen to the little Koko inside you and you can never go wrong. Me and all your sisters are here for you if you need us.

Love,

Ana

Happy Koko Recovery Day!!

Today is a special day. Today is the day my little Koko made a very important decision, to start living her life for herself.

Life is really hard when you are grasping for a sense of control. There are so many things that are not ours to change. It is important to remember that joyful things in life also come from what we can’t control, like a sunset or a beautiful coincidence.

I love you Kiera, and I am so proud to be your sister. You inspired me to get better, too, and I am sorry if my own issues ever made things harder for you. It is incredible to watch you grow up into a creative, bright, little starlet. Keep throwing up a middle finger to all the toxicity you encounter. Someone has to stand up to it, so why not you? Keep making the world better.

With more love than you’ll ever know,

Your big sister ❤

Home Again

I started this blog a while back. I was in the room of my now dead grandfather’s home. A home now owned by someone else that is perched on top of a rolling hill. The last time I ran the hill I didn’t know I would miss it. All I could think about back then was the pain of getting to the summit of the hill. And now all I can think about is that room I’ll never be in again.

I remember coming home from college for one of the first times and my dad saying, “You know sweetie, you can’t go home again.” I never understood that saying until then. I lived my whole life in the same place, surrounding by the same people, but when I came back none of it felt like home anymore. I spent my freshman year torn between two states, two lives, two versions of my self: a version of myself that wanted to be perfect and a version of myself that wanted freedom from control by me or anyone else.

I am far away from that place I was in freshman year. I barely speak to anyone I trusted my life with then. In some ways this makes me sad, but I know that whatever is meant to be isn’t forced. I mean, that’s how I started to love myself, anyway. I had to let go of all the ways I controlled myself: eating a certain amount, working out 6 days a week, I couldn’t be seen without makeup or at least a suitable outfit on.

Right now, I am having a hard time not controlling myself again. It is almost like my natural urge is to do things that I hate. Sometimes it is more painful to eat than to give up the mental force I put into restricting the whole day. Yet, I am learning to push myself out of my comfort zone, just like when I ran the hill leading up to my grandfather’s house.

I have to keep pushing myself to live in the moment because it’s all going by too fast. Sometimes I miss the version of myself I think was smarter, prettier, kinder, but I know that I enjoy life more if I can exist just living how I am meant to instead of convincing myself I should be someone that I am not. Because one day I am going to miss the me that I hate right now, so why not just accept myself right now instead?

The feeling that you are losing home never goes away. Home is defined by the people you love, and these relationships are always growing and changing. Sometimes you can feel people slipping away from you: whether they are growing uncomfortably into who they are or going through a rough patch. There is always the chance that someone grows out of themselves and out of you, but there is also the chance that they fall back into who they once were. None of that is in your control. What is in your control is to hold your friend’s hand tightly when you feel them slip. There is always the choice to tap someone on the shoulder and ask “how they you?” or send an “I miss you” text. Even with this, sometimes a person isn’t home for you ever again. This doesn’t change how beautiful the relationship was, the memories you had, or the way you grew and shaped each other like a plant shifting to reach the light. Best of all, sometimes a person serendipitously appears. It’s like god or the universe or the simulation put them there. Life is so beautiful for these full circle moments. So whatever home you are building right now, hold on to it. No matter how painful, wonderful, or exciting, you can never move back in.

Best Friends

best friendsA playlist, a virtual love letter, and two best friends walk into a bar…

I was 13 when we met; he was 14. People much older and wiser than I say that 6 years isn’t a long time. However, there are lots of memories best friend and I have shared that I need to let go of, in order to move on, permanently.

Best friend was the person that helped me decide the name of this blog. I thought my pun was silly at first, but his confidence in me propelled my idea forward. I bought the domain anagram.blog/ about a year ago today.

Below is an email I never sent him titled:

 “A Virtual Love Letter”

Dear Best Friend,

I wanted to send you a paper letter because those are much more my style: hopelessly romantic, unconventional, and tryingly thoughtful. And I wish I could bring myself to write you a real-life love letter, but frankly, my feelings must be delivered with to you with a careful sense of urgency. The email format seems like the right form of communication to flirt with the boundary of our current relationship. Phone tag and texting seems juvenile.

Words mean something to me. The way you think, talk, and write are things I have always admired about you.

This is part of the reason why your words have been ruminating in my head. 

“Reality is often disappointing.” This phrase you said shook me to the core. I, for one, believe that there are multiple different realities we can imagine ourselves living in. Thus, our perception of our surroundings creates the space and dimension of the reality we choose to live in.

For example, I can imagine a reality, a life of mine, where you respond to this email, or I can imagine a reality where you ignore this email and move on. In the reality where you respond, I would choose to perceive your reply as a message of goodness. I would bask in the radiating essence of forgiveness, understanding, and reconciliation that would exist, in my mind, between us. In the reality where you don’t respond, I would choose to perceive a lack of reply as a rejection of care. Thus, I would have two options: to force myself to move on or to imagine a future where we meet again. Those who choose to live in the past are merely depressed beings, yet I hold on to the belief that the future is better than our minds tend to perceive it to be.

Whether you reply or not, I choose to perceive my reality as improved by sending this email, for there is a chance that your eyes could stumble upon my words.  

I believe that the “imaginary space we created where things were better” is simply the reality I chose to live in when I was graced with the chance of spending time in your physical presence. Every time I have gotten to see you in person, I’ve had some of the best memories I can remember. I hold on to the hope, not the expectation, that the future will lend us days reminiscent of concerts in a city, impromptu meetups crossing state borders in the middle of the night, or frat party date functions at a college.

With that being said, I am emailing in response to the unfolding of our relationship, as a whole. And I know what you’re probably thinking, “Yeah, yeah she doesn’t mean any of this.” 

To be honest, I can see how you would think that. My actions and words have certainly misaligned in the past. I know this about myself. I wear my heart on my sleeve, but I tend to shy from and sabotage the things that truly cause me joy. With you, there is a perpetual worry in my mind that our relationship will either fail or cease to exist, entirely. Which is worse, and where do we stand currently? I have no answer to either of these questions. As you said, only time will provide clarity. Luckily, I’ve got all the time in the world. 

I don’t know how many times I’ll say this to you, but here it is, sweet boy. I said it in eighth grade, and I’ll say it again now. I love you, and I mean that.

I don’t love you in a fleeting way… like the way that people post on Twitter about. I love you like Kayne loves Kayne. And as a religious ‘Ye follower, you know how much that creative genius likes himself.

I love you like Freddie Mercury loves his first love as he sings the song “Love of My Life.”

And it’s okay if you don’t love me back now, or if you’ll never love me again. I tell you all of these things because I am incredibly and uncomfortably aware of the impermanence of romance.

I will always be here for you, my friend. You have always been one of my best friends, first. Even when you were my romantic interest, schoolgirl crush, or in my dreams, I’ve always valued you as an incredible human being, person, and friend, first.

To me, love isn’t giving up when life gets hard; love is sticking through when sh** hits the fan. This, my dear, is why I claim to love you. 

Unreciprocated or not, my heart is now in your hands. Do with it what you will… Whenever you know who you are; whenever you feel your heart is right. Truly loving someone is respecting their decisions. And let me tell you, best friend, I respect the hell out of however you decide to handle this romance between you and I.

Your move, 

xo Ana

Live or Die

I first encountered my favorite artwork while in New York City over Martin Luther King Weekend at the Museum of Modern Art. Seeing Van Gogh’s Starry Night was surreal, yet, I was unaware that Bruce Nauman’s exhibit Disappearing Acts would change my perspective. I noticed One Hundred Live and Die immediately. The piece stood stationary, and the metal monolith filled the white space with neon light. In the dim museum, phrases lit up one by one: “live and die, die and die,” and “laugh and live, hate and die,” and “feel and die, touch and live” and “sick and die, well and live.” 50 verbs in light, followed by either life or death. This vision was created by Nauman in 1984, and although the world has changed over the past 35 years, life as we know it has remained relatively unaltered, for the nature of our existence is inevitable. Each decision we make yields a response, we either keep living or we die trying.

In times like these, in the panic of the coronavirus outbreak, our impending mortality is shoved to the front of our minds. This can be scary to think about, but we must put things in perspective to live and thrive in this new normal. As a collective society, we must practice gratitude for all we have at this moment. We must remember all the good that is still left in the world. We also must be selfless. As young people, the virus doesn’t impact us, but our selfishness RIGHT NOW could lead to the deaths of people we love. We must inconvience ourselves for the benefit of others who are not as lucky as we are. People in the 18-30 age group that are young and healthy are choosing to act selfishly and live like we are on “corona-cation.” In being too focused on ourselves, we can hurt others by not realizing the impact of our actions. For the immunocompromised or the elderly, COVID-19 could mean death. Making the sacrifice of social distancing could mean saving someone you love from illness. As Nauman’s work shows, each action has a reaction. Now, more than ever, we must realize that our actions can either promote life or death.

Right now, two major reactions are being seen: panic and avoidance. Those at risk are scared to die, and those not at risk are avoiding the issue by pretending we aren’t living in a global pandemic. Both reactions are bad. We must be aware of our actions, but live in a balanced world between panic and avoidance. Both reactions are valid, yet unproductive. Anxiety provoked reactions like stockpiling, doomsday prepping, or agoraphobia give the panicked mind a sense of relief. However, hoarding toilet paper will not stop the spread of coronavirus. Avoidance may be gratifying in the moment- like going on a cheap vacation while people are dying, but feeding the instant gratification monkey is dangerous. In the case of COVID-19, this irresponsibility is increasing the spread of a virus we have the chance of containing. We cannot let our anxieties get the best of us, especially in times as important as these.

There are multitudes of joy in life, but in times of crisis, it is challenging to disregard negative thinking. Many of the values society instills in us are important, but we are looking away from what makes life worth it, our connections with each other. We are becoming increasingly materialistic. Money should not be prioritized over health. That can be seen in our world today. Buisnesses are closing, the economy is hurting, people are not thriving in the mainstream definition of monetary success. Although the world is hurting, there is love that can be found in all of the madness. People are finding ways to continue to be connected, despite being quaratined or six feet apart: neighborhoods are singing in togetherness, technology is being used to spread hopeful media, and care for those vulnerable to the virus is being prioritized by social distancing.

Taking care of our health is increasingly less important in our quick-paced society. Especially in young adulthood where the “grind doesn’t stop,” many high-achieving students priortize anything over their health. In high school, I learned this the hard way. My junior year I had mononucleosis. I was sick for two months before I went to a doctor because I wasn’t listening to my body. I was very sick, but I was stubborn and wanted to push through to achieve. In spite of this, I was still not taking care of myself. Feeling physically ill impacted my mentality. I put so much pressure on myself to be perfect, even while I was perpetually sick. I kept my grades good, but this wasn’t good enough in my mind. I wanted to be social, too. I went out whenever I wasn’t sick in bed, studying, or sleeping. I thought that being around people would make me forget about feeling so bad, but I was just prolonging my illness and trying to fufill an order of who I thought I was supposed to be. COVID-19 is forcing us to realize how integral our health is to the functioning of our normal society. We must take care of our bodies and minds, for they are connected. Physical and mental health, together, paint the picture of holistic health.

Despite my best efforts, my body fought against my protest of mono, for my health was in need of attention. I missed out on a lot. I slept through birthday parties, extracurricular events, fun trips with my friends. It sucked, but it taught me an important lesson… to put myself first. With my health compromised, I had no choice but to focus on keeping myself functional, first. Although I didn’t realize it at the time, prioritizng my own health, above all, was an important lesson I had to learn.

Even though junior year was the hardest year of my life thus far, it was also the most productive year of my life. I felt lonely at times, like nobody understood what I was going through, but I was determined to keep going. With social media and FOMO and cliques, high school can feel unbearable if you percieve yourself as going through the world alone. Yet, there are beautiful things and people all around. As human beings, we are never alone. We are all connected to each other. This is what makes life worth it. When you are depressed, your brain tricks you into thinking you are all by yourself. In order to combat this, I had to constantly remind myself that I was not, in fact, alone. I spent my alone time listening to music and podcasts, learning new things, and practicing gratitude for all that I had.

All of this time alone made me incredibly self aware. I was able to look around and see who truly cared about me. In practicing gratitude and combatting my loneliness, I made a list in the “Notes” section of my iPhone of all of the people I knew I could count on. As weird as that seems to some people, it helps me stay grateful for the amazing people I have in my life. In surrounding myself with people I love, I don’t feel so alone.

Now, in knowing and learning more about myself, I am better able to understand and help others. This is what I strive to do. I thought pleasing other people was “helpful” or being perfect was “necessary” in order to make the world a better place. Yet, this is not true. Perfection is a myth! I promise you. It is an idea we create and let poison our minds. Humans cannot embody an ideal. I fucked up perpetually when I thought this way. I beat down on myself and told myself I would never be good enough. I was living a lie. All of this negative energy is useless and exhausting. Being mean to yourself is nothing but self-harm.

You know what does help yourself and others, though? Living in a way that makes YOU happy and balanced. Be yourself!!! This is easier said than done, but once you stop caring what everyone else thinks, you are able to live peacefully. We must release ourselves from the unrealistic expectations we put on ourselves and others. Lao Tzu, founder of Taoism said, “If you are depressed, you are living in the past. If you are anxious, you are living in the future. If you are at peace, you are living in the present.”

Luckily, the choice to be happy and live in the present is up to you. In this life, each individual has the opportunity every day to live more or less sustainably for the good of ourselves and others. When you find yourself, benefits are reaped in your growth as an individual. Living your life true to you will make you so happy!! Happy people do wonderful things that serve both themselves and others, LIKE STAYING HOME DURING A GLOBAL PANDEMIC. The choices one makes may seem trivial, yet the implications of one’s decisions are vast. As a society, we must emphasis holistic wellness. When one focuses on living healthily, a threshold of potential can be surpassed, just as Nauman’s work inspired me to initiate positive change in my own life. 

This is how I feel right now. If you want to vent about how you feel… go to the “Your Story” page and share that shit.

I Am Not A Number

I’m going to be honest… I’ve wanted to create something like this for a long time. A dream when I was young (that now is an incredulous fantasy) was to double major in Journalism and Fashion. My parents, both physicians, you know, typical non-creatives, proclaimed, “Print is DEAD.” They might be right, but technology isn’t. That’s why I’m here! Right now, I plan to double major in Neuroscience and Public Policy at Duke University. I love fashion and writing, but for now, I want to explore that on the side. Now, I’m not preaching that I am an expert or a professional at this whole life thing, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that sharing your story is incredibly important.

This blog will account my life. I want to share what I’m doing and what I’m learning- all of my failures and successes. Failures was listed first because I assure you there will be more of those…we learn from our mistakes though, right? The picture that frames this post might seem bold to some, but I think for me, accepting data as part of me, not the whole of me is important. Each number has a story… this year, I got a score in every. single. rank. of AP examinations. According to CollegeBoard, I am extremely well qualified, very well qualified, qualified, possibly qualified, and not qualified whatsoever among an array of subjects. Looking at a single score you may say I’m a testing wizard or that I’m incompetent. Here’s some insight for my two failing scores… What I learned is that I LOVE art history, and that I probably shouldn’t try to be a Tiger Cub stockbroker.

When I passed, it was not always with ease; I have terrible testing anxiety. I’m convinced I’m terrible at math, which might be a problem for a STEM major. I worked so hard to study for my Calculus exam and I passed by the minimum. On the other hand, I love Psychology and scored “perfect” without studying.

Before exams my senior year, I considered how these statistics were important: college applications were done, so I decided to not study for my exams with the determination I had the years prior. I had worked so long doing scholarships and college applications all senior year, I felt like I didn’t get to enjoy my time holding on to the last bits of childhood. Getting perfect scores at that point would’ve been purely for pride, and personally, I think that metrics are an unimpressive measure of someone’s intelligence as a whole. I was to a point during the year where I couldn’t stop crying for long enough to go to school. I was burnt out. This was a positive feedback cycle of doom. Work too hard, breakdown. Which led to working harder and even more breakdowns. With nothing to lose, for final exams, I slowed down and took a breath, right before the high school era of my life came to a close. Life is about taking calculated risks!

Below, is an excerpt of my college essay titled “I Am Not A Number.” If anything, the goal of this blog is to help you realize how your individuality matters- no value defines you. Please don’t plagiarize. I’ll find you.

When I was little, the number that defined me was my Reading Counts points. As an avid reader, this served as a quantifiable achievement of my beloved hobby. The praise I received was my goal; intrinsically, I am a people pleaser. 

         In middle school, the number that defined me was my weight. In a hyper-competitive dance studio, I went from being the thin girl to the girl who had curves. 

         In high school, the numbers start swirling: class rank, GPA, number of leadership positions. It is easy to become entranced by the numbers. Friendships are ruined over frivolous competition. Peers tend to fall into the toxic headspace of undermining another simply to rise one spot. 

         I am not proposing these numbers are meaningless, but in my perfectionist brain, a point could make a difference in whether my day was good or bad. My harshest critic was myself. 

         Although these numbers have their place in our education system, I feel as if the core of education has been lost in competition: love of learning takes a backseat to gaining recognition. 

         I am not suggesting achievement is unimportant, but rather, that collaboration should trump competition.  I have learned this through my role in my school with Student Government, in my community through coordinating a mission trip, and in my friend group by encouraging peer tutoring from freshman year onward. 

            My advice is not to let high school pass idly by; my advice is to let passion and devotion prevail over shallow disinterest to fill a resume. Doing the right thing does not always move you up in the “rank” of the world, but I proffer that there is a single number that matters: one. You and I are individuals among 7.6 billion others and striving to make a difference one person at a time, our efforts will make the world a better place. 

I know this is a lot to unpack, but hopefully, it gives you an idea of the advice I’d like to share… navigating wellness through school, family, and all the other things us emerging adults mangage. Being the oldest, I never had a sibling to look up to, so for anyone who feels alone, I’m happy to be your pseudo big sister! As I try to find my purpose, I want to connect with others and grow with them. I’m always open to chat.

-ANA

This is the first post on my new blog. I know the site is a mess right now, but for once, I don’t think perfection is the goal. I wanted to say what I felt. I appreciate you if you read this far. This is “My Story,” feel free to share “Your Story” on the tab entitled with this label.