So tonight was amazing. Incredible and wonderful and everything that I could have asked and wished for it to be and than some.
I had a rough day, trying to make decisions about what's going to happen within the next month...moving back to the mainland, trying to find jobs, etc. I had wanted to go to the Kokua Festival (Jack Johnson's Kokua Hawaii foundation benefit concert to raise money for environmental causes) here in Waikiki from the get-go but was unable to obtain tickets for financial reasons. I knew that when those tickets went on sale, I was quietly weeping to myself on the couch knowing I was too poor to afford seeing that concert.
This morning I had vowed to try to avoid Waikiki at all costs, just because I didn't want to be tempted to try to break into the Shell to see the performance. But, emotion got the best of me and I decided that it would be better to camp out in the park outside the concert and listen to the music, than to completely avoid going at all.
3:00pm Grady and I trudge down Waikiki in the glaring hot Hawaiian sunlight to Kapiolani Park. Damn it, if I'm living in Hawaii I want to at least LISTEN to the Kokua Festival...it's only once a year in Oahu! We got there around 4:00 and listened to the first three performers. We set up camp right behind a cop car, in the midst of hippies tight-rope walking and bbqing and getting stoned. I couldn't see anything, but if I listened really close I could hear them.
Sunset came and went and Ziggy Marley played. Around 8:00 the first Jack Johnson songs came on. I was all excited to just hear the distant screams of the audience and croons of Mr. Johnson. It was from a distance, I wish I could have been closer, but it was worth it just to be as close as I was. As people in the park started to trickle out, it was just Grady and I under a bright industrial light that ran along the security fence, swaying back and forth to Jack's rhythmic melodies. From the corner of my eye, I see a guy approaching. This guy walks up to us, "Want two tickets?"
"No thank you, don't have the money," was my sad response. I was assuming he'd continue his scalping effort at a different location. He just smiled and dropped the two tickets in our laps. My only response was a muttered, "...are you serious?" He just turned back and smiled and walked away.
I quickly started scanning the tickets, are these fake? They've got to be fake, no way this is real...There's the date, there's the time, there's the seat number... OH MY GOD!!! WE JUST GOT TICKETS!! Grady and I sprinted to the entrance...they scanned it...we were IN!!
I ran to the side of the ropes, it was standing room only. But WHO CARES!!?? I was in Kokua Festival! I never dreamed I'd be there...this close to Jack Johnson. I was right under the big screen, the sound was better, I could see him...a little inch big guy on the stage. I was shaking with excitement and kept saying, "CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT JUST HAPPENED!?!" Grady just was shaking his head and laughing.
There was a lady standing next to us who was listening to one of his songs and she looked at us and asked, "I don't even know the name of this song, it's my favorite song, do you know what it's called?"
"Oh, it's called 'Home', I love this song too!" I kept singing, just brushing off her question.
At the end of the song, Grady taps me on the shoulder. The lady was gone, but he's holding an envelope with two more tickets in it, "Want to go to the front?" he asks.
The lady who was standing next to us gave us her orchestra seat tickets and walked away, we couldn't find her to thank her or anything. ORCHESTRA SEATS. I MEAN LIKE, 2ND ROW ORCHESTRA SEATS!!
This seems like a crazy joke, but it was so real. We walked right up to the VIP area, they walked us to our seats. Now I'm crying. By sheer luck, generosity of strangers and by someone that was looking out for us tonight, we made it from outside in a park behind a cop car to 2nd row of the Jack Johnson Kokua Festival. So surreal. We were able to watch Ziggy Marley, Taj Mahal, Jack and others for two hours for FREE. I couldn't afford the $40 presale, non-the-less the $80 tickets, God forbid I would have bought those orchestra seats that were going for over $500 this morning. I got them for free by some insane karmic blessing. It was ridiculous.
I don't have any pictures to show you, my phone was dead and I had no camera. How was I expecting to be able to see that??!! But I will never EVER forget the kindness those people showed me tonight. I will forever hold that memory SO dear to me. What an amazing thing happened tonight...wow.
...on my list of things I want to do before I die, there was see a Kokua Festival. Check :)
What you put out into the Universe, will come back to you.
~A very happy Bree
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Caught someone in the middle of the strangest love triangle...
So mine is a tale of love. A tale of a heart torn, of a mind distressed, of emotions pulled from three corners of the world.
Today I heard a Spanish guitar and my heart ached. A few nights ago I had a dream I was driving down the 405 freeway. I never thought I'd admit it, but I miss LA. I miss the food, the people, the places. I miss the ridiculously hot summers, the drive to my grandparent's cabin in the mountains. I miss having to put on a wetsuit to surf, I miss the smell of neoprene and wax. I miss the point breaks, the kelp, the SCUBA diving. I miss pulling up to Landing Cove on Anacapa island. I miss the food, oh GOD do I miss the food. I miss my family, my home, my friends, my cat, my fish. I wasn't sure if I ever wanted to move back to Los Angeles, but a part of me right now really wants to go back. It was so hard to leave this past time I went home. Every time I go back it get's a little bit harder to go. It's not like I'm going somewhere awful...I live in Hawaii...but I don't know. Maybe it's the freedom of knowing I can get in the car and just GO if I want to. Drive to Monterey along the Pacific Coast Highway at the spur of the moment...camp in my car with my friends for days, living off cold Boca burgers and laughing until we cry in inappropriate places like fancy restaurants, getting rained into our car at 4 in the afternoon in the middle of some forest in Big Sur, driving all the way from Monterey to Camarillo in one day because we didn't want to sleep on the seats again. Ugh, I miss those times, I miss those people.
But...do I leave?
My home now. Beautiful Honolulu. This city, these people, have embraced me with open arms. I have grown so much since I've been here. If I can make it here, I can make it anywhere. This was the first place I moved to on my own, somewhere where I can't drive home, I can't just give up here and call my parents to tell them to come get me. I made it in HAWAII. I paid a ridiculous rent, I paid too much for food, too much for gas. I've done everything the tourists do. People save up for YEARS to get here, and I get to live it everyday. I don't take it for granted, the things and places and experiences I've had here I would probably have never had anywhere else. I moved here to go to a University, I've surfed Waikiki, I've dove the blue waters of Oahu, I've worked with DOLPHINS on Big Island. I've seen a volcano, I've seen the full moon reflect off the telescopes and snow of Mauna Kea. I've seen jungles and waterfalls and sharks and storms and the biggest waves to hit Oahu in years. I've made friends here I don't know if I could ever leave. The people here are beautiful and inviting. I recommend it to anyone who wants to move to Hawaii to just DO IT. I don't know how I could ever say goodbye...
But there's so much I want to do.
I want to go to San Fransisco. I want to live in the fog, I want to wear a scarf. I want to hear the fog horns and see the Golden Gate bridge. I want to see my friends that are living there. I want to volunteer at the Marine Mammal Center in Sausalito. I think that is the next step for me. Finish my Vet Assistant license and go to the City by the Bay. I want to get the experience of doing something that's so much more than me, the experience of knowing that my time is being spent doing something that is going to make an impact of another life. I want to be apart of the rehabilitation of marine mammals. I want the whole thing...the rescue, the rehabilitation, the release. I've worked with abalone, inverts, sharks and rays, kelp forest monitoring, maintaining aquariums and aquaculture systems... I got to train dolphins for Pete's sake...but I want to do this so bad. I can do it. I know a lot of people who have told me to do it. Friends of mine have benefited so much from that center. I think that's where my life is puling me right now. I need to get up there. There's a lot up there too, there's Mote Marine Lab, Moss Landing, Monterey Bay Aquarium, Pier 39, Marine World...ugh. I have friends there already. The contract to volunteer is only 6 months, I can get a short term lease, work in a vet's office, volunteer my time...see where life takes me.
This has been such a hard decision for me. There is so much I want to do. I want to be in three places at once. I'm in love with every one of these cities. Two I've known intimately, one is a promise of a love affair. Los Angeles will always have a place in my heart, I grew up there, my family is there...it may always be my home. Honolulu will always be my first, my first getaway, my first "real life" experience...if there IS such a thing as the REAL LIFE... San Fransisco may be my next home...? I don't know, I can't tell you, but I'll let you know when I get there.
I am a hopeless dreamer with the wanderlust syndrome. If I don't act upon these desires I feel hopeless. I have to have something to strive for. If I can incorporate travel, working with marine life and experiencing different places, people, cultures and views on life..*sigh* Why not?
Try to stop me.
Bree...
Today I heard a Spanish guitar and my heart ached. A few nights ago I had a dream I was driving down the 405 freeway. I never thought I'd admit it, but I miss LA. I miss the food, the people, the places. I miss the ridiculously hot summers, the drive to my grandparent's cabin in the mountains. I miss having to put on a wetsuit to surf, I miss the smell of neoprene and wax. I miss the point breaks, the kelp, the SCUBA diving. I miss pulling up to Landing Cove on Anacapa island. I miss the food, oh GOD do I miss the food. I miss my family, my home, my friends, my cat, my fish. I wasn't sure if I ever wanted to move back to Los Angeles, but a part of me right now really wants to go back. It was so hard to leave this past time I went home. Every time I go back it get's a little bit harder to go. It's not like I'm going somewhere awful...I live in Hawaii...but I don't know. Maybe it's the freedom of knowing I can get in the car and just GO if I want to. Drive to Monterey along the Pacific Coast Highway at the spur of the moment...camp in my car with my friends for days, living off cold Boca burgers and laughing until we cry in inappropriate places like fancy restaurants, getting rained into our car at 4 in the afternoon in the middle of some forest in Big Sur, driving all the way from Monterey to Camarillo in one day because we didn't want to sleep on the seats again. Ugh, I miss those times, I miss those people.
But...do I leave?
My home now. Beautiful Honolulu. This city, these people, have embraced me with open arms. I have grown so much since I've been here. If I can make it here, I can make it anywhere. This was the first place I moved to on my own, somewhere where I can't drive home, I can't just give up here and call my parents to tell them to come get me. I made it in HAWAII. I paid a ridiculous rent, I paid too much for food, too much for gas. I've done everything the tourists do. People save up for YEARS to get here, and I get to live it everyday. I don't take it for granted, the things and places and experiences I've had here I would probably have never had anywhere else. I moved here to go to a University, I've surfed Waikiki, I've dove the blue waters of Oahu, I've worked with DOLPHINS on Big Island. I've seen a volcano, I've seen the full moon reflect off the telescopes and snow of Mauna Kea. I've seen jungles and waterfalls and sharks and storms and the biggest waves to hit Oahu in years. I've made friends here I don't know if I could ever leave. The people here are beautiful and inviting. I recommend it to anyone who wants to move to Hawaii to just DO IT. I don't know how I could ever say goodbye...
But there's so much I want to do.
I want to go to San Fransisco. I want to live in the fog, I want to wear a scarf. I want to hear the fog horns and see the Golden Gate bridge. I want to see my friends that are living there. I want to volunteer at the Marine Mammal Center in Sausalito. I think that is the next step for me. Finish my Vet Assistant license and go to the City by the Bay. I want to get the experience of doing something that's so much more than me, the experience of knowing that my time is being spent doing something that is going to make an impact of another life. I want to be apart of the rehabilitation of marine mammals. I want the whole thing...the rescue, the rehabilitation, the release. I've worked with abalone, inverts, sharks and rays, kelp forest monitoring, maintaining aquariums and aquaculture systems... I got to train dolphins for Pete's sake...but I want to do this so bad. I can do it. I know a lot of people who have told me to do it. Friends of mine have benefited so much from that center. I think that's where my life is puling me right now. I need to get up there. There's a lot up there too, there's Mote Marine Lab, Moss Landing, Monterey Bay Aquarium, Pier 39, Marine World...ugh. I have friends there already. The contract to volunteer is only 6 months, I can get a short term lease, work in a vet's office, volunteer my time...see where life takes me.
This has been such a hard decision for me. There is so much I want to do. I want to be in three places at once. I'm in love with every one of these cities. Two I've known intimately, one is a promise of a love affair. Los Angeles will always have a place in my heart, I grew up there, my family is there...it may always be my home. Honolulu will always be my first, my first getaway, my first "real life" experience...if there IS such a thing as the REAL LIFE... San Fransisco may be my next home...? I don't know, I can't tell you, but I'll let you know when I get there.
I am a hopeless dreamer with the wanderlust syndrome. If I don't act upon these desires I feel hopeless. I have to have something to strive for. If I can incorporate travel, working with marine life and experiencing different places, people, cultures and views on life..*sigh* Why not?
Try to stop me.
Bree...
Friday, April 9, 2010
It was truly incredible.
Tonight was another one of those nights that all I can say is...I wish you could have been there. It was incredible.
The sunset was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Definitely one of the top ten sunsets of my life...thus far of course.
I was working, and I had been so absorbed in the routine of busing tables, serving food...that I only realized as I walked out of the kitchen around sunset that the entire dining room was gone. I glanced outside and was blown away. The sky was lit up in neon pink, orange and purple explosions of cloud and streaks of bright colors. It sprawled like glowing fingers across the sky and sparkled the ocean with hot pink and magenta tones. I, of course, ran outside with all my Japanese tourists and stood grinning from ear to ear, camera phone ready of course. It continued to change color, we were all awe struck. Even the kitchen staff had their phones out, taking pictures. I took some and I'd upload it, but I don't know how to send from my phone to the computer...tech savvy huh? But seriously it was so wonderful.
As the ship turned around all of Waikiki was lit up in a glittering glow of high rises and hotels, it looked like thousands of stars fell from the sky and landed on the sand. The glass on the hotels was reflecting the hot pink of the sky and the mountains behind the city were silhouetted against the fading light. It's moments like these when I'm glad I work on a ship.
I really wish you could have been here with me today. All of you. To see this. To see this sunset. To see this day. To see this island. To see the people I work with, the smiles I see, the different tourists running in the sand and learning to surf. The families I meet who have saved up for years to come to Hawaii, the locals who open their hearts and homes to me. The military families that I see come through the ship as final farewell before some of their loved ones head to Iraq. The families I see that celebrate a safe return home. I'd love you to see the crazy kitchen guys I work with, all with their grinning gold teeth and their funny ways of dancing. I wish you could see the excitement when you pop open a glass of champage for a honeymoon couple from Japan. I wish I could show you the rolling lava rocks of Spitting Caves. I want you to see the steep steps up Koko Head. I wish you could see the whales jumping next to the ship, the dolphins chasing our wake. I wish I could show you the turtles that roll in the surf up to your boards and look at your like you're in their way. I wish I could show you all the waterfalls and the over-hiked trails to get to them, the blowholes that only spout SUPER high when the waves are picking up. I wish you could see the waves, the small ones, the big ones, the inbetweens ones. I wish you could see the never ending expanse of ocean in front of me. I want to show you the city, the crowds, the towers of downtown, strips of shopping malls in Waikiki. I want you to see the green mountains, the brown mountains, the lush rainforests, the not-so-lush rainforests. If you close your eyes can you see the white sand beaches?
I wish you could have been there. It was truly incredible.
A hui hou.
Bree :)
The sunset was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Definitely one of the top ten sunsets of my life...thus far of course.
I was working, and I had been so absorbed in the routine of busing tables, serving food...that I only realized as I walked out of the kitchen around sunset that the entire dining room was gone. I glanced outside and was blown away. The sky was lit up in neon pink, orange and purple explosions of cloud and streaks of bright colors. It sprawled like glowing fingers across the sky and sparkled the ocean with hot pink and magenta tones. I, of course, ran outside with all my Japanese tourists and stood grinning from ear to ear, camera phone ready of course. It continued to change color, we were all awe struck. Even the kitchen staff had their phones out, taking pictures. I took some and I'd upload it, but I don't know how to send from my phone to the computer...tech savvy huh? But seriously it was so wonderful.
As the ship turned around all of Waikiki was lit up in a glittering glow of high rises and hotels, it looked like thousands of stars fell from the sky and landed on the sand. The glass on the hotels was reflecting the hot pink of the sky and the mountains behind the city were silhouetted against the fading light. It's moments like these when I'm glad I work on a ship.
I really wish you could have been here with me today. All of you. To see this. To see this sunset. To see this day. To see this island. To see the people I work with, the smiles I see, the different tourists running in the sand and learning to surf. The families I meet who have saved up for years to come to Hawaii, the locals who open their hearts and homes to me. The military families that I see come through the ship as final farewell before some of their loved ones head to Iraq. The families I see that celebrate a safe return home. I'd love you to see the crazy kitchen guys I work with, all with their grinning gold teeth and their funny ways of dancing. I wish you could see the excitement when you pop open a glass of champage for a honeymoon couple from Japan. I wish I could show you the rolling lava rocks of Spitting Caves. I want you to see the steep steps up Koko Head. I wish you could see the whales jumping next to the ship, the dolphins chasing our wake. I wish I could show you the turtles that roll in the surf up to your boards and look at your like you're in their way. I wish I could show you all the waterfalls and the over-hiked trails to get to them, the blowholes that only spout SUPER high when the waves are picking up. I wish you could see the waves, the small ones, the big ones, the inbetweens ones. I wish you could see the never ending expanse of ocean in front of me. I want to show you the city, the crowds, the towers of downtown, strips of shopping malls in Waikiki. I want you to see the green mountains, the brown mountains, the lush rainforests, the not-so-lush rainforests. If you close your eyes can you see the white sand beaches?
I wish you could have been there. It was truly incredible.
A hui hou.
Bree :)
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Talent!
My dearest apologize for my delayed posts. I was so good about this for a while, now I'm falling behind. I have good reason though! Finally...it's a blessing in disguise... my work has been giving me SO MANY hours!! And it's starting to wear on me...oh man I'm TIRED!
But I've had a productive past few weeks. I made new friends (like I'm in kindergarten!) and they are all pretty much Coast Guard. I love the Coast Guard, seriously some of the sweetest, nicest people I've ever met.
Now I'm just sitting here, waiting for my champagne to chill in the freezer, looking through my talented family's paintings. It's crazy to see all the artistic talent in my family! From Jonathan, my mom, to my uncle and aunt. They are all so wonderful!!
Here's a sneak peak at what the have...you can all find them on facebook!
my mom!
my uncle!
my aunt!
my cousin julianna!
They are all SOOOO talented. My father, my brother, a bunch of people in my family. Check them out!
Hope everyone has an inspired day!
Bree
But I've had a productive past few weeks. I made new friends (like I'm in kindergarten!) and they are all pretty much Coast Guard. I love the Coast Guard, seriously some of the sweetest, nicest people I've ever met.
Now I'm just sitting here, waiting for my champagne to chill in the freezer, looking through my talented family's paintings. It's crazy to see all the artistic talent in my family! From Jonathan, my mom, to my uncle and aunt. They are all so wonderful!!
Here's a sneak peak at what the have...you can all find them on facebook!
my mom!
my uncle!
my aunt!
my cousin julianna!
They are all SOOOO talented. My father, my brother, a bunch of people in my family. Check them out!
Hope everyone has an inspired day!
Bree
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Photos for Your Fancy
Our close friend Josh came out this week. It so turns out that he is a professional photographer and the amazing camera he brought out took some really nice photos of Hawaii. HAHA!
It was a lot of fun, we did a ton this past week. Grady and Josh even went skydiving.. eek! I hiked Manoa Falls, which I had never done before. It was so beautiful to talk into a thick rainforest like you see on Big Island and Kauai, just minutes away from my high-rise apartment in Waikiki.
Here is just a taste of some of the photos. For full photos check out my facebook.
I hope everyone has a wonderful week. Love you all, here's sending you Aloha.
Bree
It was a lot of fun, we did a ton this past week. Grady and Josh even went skydiving.. eek! I hiked Manoa Falls, which I had never done before. It was so beautiful to talk into a thick rainforest like you see on Big Island and Kauai, just minutes away from my high-rise apartment in Waikiki.
Here is just a taste of some of the photos. For full photos check out my facebook.
I hope everyone has a wonderful week. Love you all, here's sending you Aloha.
Bree
Friday, March 19, 2010
Looking to the FUTURE
Tonight at work I saw over 100 dolphins. They were spinners dolphins, small but acrobatic. They were jumping out of the water and doing little flips all over the place, racing the boats and making a ruckus aboard the ships as people ran to the sides to see them. Normally I think that this would have made me really happy. I would have been jumping up and down like all the Japanese girls crying IRUKA IRUKA! But instead, I had a brief moment of glee that was quickly succumbed to a really deep sadness.
I was watching these beautiful animals and just admiring them, when I realized I was holding a filet mignon with black truffle risotto, roasted winter vegetables and cipollini. Behind me there was soft jazz playing, art-deco statues of ladies pressed up against creme-colored walls and I can hear behind, "Sir, another red wine?" I'm wearing a bow-tie, white gloves, dinner jacket...a name tag that says Brianna 5 Star Server. What?? What the HELL am I doing?
Just last summer I was swimming with them, everyday. Swimming and feeding and touching and playing and educating children and families about dolphins. I was full filling people's life-long dreams of being in the water with dolphins. I saw old gramma's cry because they kissed a dolphin and said that they had wanted to do that since they were 16. I saw a little girl who was so excited to get into the water that she left her wheel chair on the beach and crawled into the dolphin lagoon. I was giving sonograms to dolphins, doing blood work, hydrating dolphins, giving vitamins. I was so excited to get up at 5am to go into fish prep and be covered in scales and herring juice just because I got up everyday to play with dolphins, to learn from dolphins, to work with dolphins. I honestly thought, this time last year, I may have found the best career in the world.
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About two years ago, this time, I was working on protecting the environment that these fantastic creatures live in. I was researching invertebrates in the Channel Islands National Marine Sanctuary, I was going to be an Oceanographer, I was going to discover a species. I was on front pages of newspapers, in magazines, on TV with the group I worked with at Oxnard College. We have a published research project, we were going to present it to a panel in DC. We were recognized by the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration for our research. School was something I looked forward to, I was working on research vessels. My attire for these boats was bathing suits and dive gear. I didn't even mind spending the hours and hours in closet-spaced lab rooms sorting out microscopic abalone.
This was it, this was my dream. Doors were being flung open at me left and right!
These dreams are all there still, they really are. I promise.
They just got lost I think. I was running so fast towards them, weaving in and out of traffic and road blocks to get to them, that I think I may have surpassed them waiting on the side of the road for me, and now they are playing catch up. I'm huffing and puffing from my sprint, and these dreams are still trying to find me through the road blocks and STOP signs. Someday, someday soon, I'll be there again. I'm breathing and pacing myself on the road right now. I have to finish my Vet Tech license. I can do that. I have to apply to everything that comes my way. I can do that. I can do whatever I want to, I just have to apply myself.
I understand that at least I should be grateful to have a job right now...and I am. It was just this cold slimy dead fish named Reality that slapped me across the face half-way through the dinner cruise tonight. Reality can smell real bad sometimes. And with Reality comes his friend Money. They're good pals, those two. They hang around corners lurking and waiting for you to stumble and they jump out at the same time and surprise you. I think they're working for the head honcho Pessimism. Damn! Where's Optimism and Passion when you need them? About time they come swooping in in their red capes and save the world!
Don't get me wrong, the dolphins racing into the sunset were beautiful. I just wish I was watching them from something besides a dinner cruise boat, and maybe not wearing a bow-tie and gloves next time...
Here's to the future!
Bree
I was watching these beautiful animals and just admiring them, when I realized I was holding a filet mignon with black truffle risotto, roasted winter vegetables and cipollini. Behind me there was soft jazz playing, art-deco statues of ladies pressed up against creme-colored walls and I can hear behind, "Sir, another red wine?" I'm wearing a bow-tie, white gloves, dinner jacket...a name tag that says Brianna 5 Star Server. What?? What the HELL am I doing?
Just last summer I was swimming with them, everyday. Swimming and feeding and touching and playing and educating children and families about dolphins. I was full filling people's life-long dreams of being in the water with dolphins. I saw old gramma's cry because they kissed a dolphin and said that they had wanted to do that since they were 16. I saw a little girl who was so excited to get into the water that she left her wheel chair on the beach and crawled into the dolphin lagoon. I was giving sonograms to dolphins, doing blood work, hydrating dolphins, giving vitamins. I was so excited to get up at 5am to go into fish prep and be covered in scales and herring juice just because I got up everyday to play with dolphins, to learn from dolphins, to work with dolphins. I honestly thought, this time last year, I may have found the best career in the world.
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About two years ago, this time, I was working on protecting the environment that these fantastic creatures live in. I was researching invertebrates in the Channel Islands National Marine Sanctuary, I was going to be an Oceanographer, I was going to discover a species. I was on front pages of newspapers, in magazines, on TV with the group I worked with at Oxnard College. We have a published research project, we were going to present it to a panel in DC. We were recognized by the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration for our research. School was something I looked forward to, I was working on research vessels. My attire for these boats was bathing suits and dive gear. I didn't even mind spending the hours and hours in closet-spaced lab rooms sorting out microscopic abalone.
This was it, this was my dream. Doors were being flung open at me left and right!
These dreams are all there still, they really are. I promise.
They just got lost I think. I was running so fast towards them, weaving in and out of traffic and road blocks to get to them, that I think I may have surpassed them waiting on the side of the road for me, and now they are playing catch up. I'm huffing and puffing from my sprint, and these dreams are still trying to find me through the road blocks and STOP signs. Someday, someday soon, I'll be there again. I'm breathing and pacing myself on the road right now. I have to finish my Vet Tech license. I can do that. I have to apply to everything that comes my way. I can do that. I can do whatever I want to, I just have to apply myself.
I understand that at least I should be grateful to have a job right now...and I am. It was just this cold slimy dead fish named Reality that slapped me across the face half-way through the dinner cruise tonight. Reality can smell real bad sometimes. And with Reality comes his friend Money. They're good pals, those two. They hang around corners lurking and waiting for you to stumble and they jump out at the same time and surprise you. I think they're working for the head honcho Pessimism. Damn! Where's Optimism and Passion when you need them? About time they come swooping in in their red capes and save the world!
Don't get me wrong, the dolphins racing into the sunset were beautiful. I just wish I was watching them from something besides a dinner cruise boat, and maybe not wearing a bow-tie and gloves next time...
Here's to the future!
Bree
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Catching you up
It has been quiet some time since I have posted anything on here. I don't know why I haven't...not due to lack of motivation or anything, just general laziness.
The past few weeks have absolutely flown by. I saw my brother graduate from the United States Coast Guard. That was incredible and humbling. To be completely jet-lagged, half-way around the world from where I started and see my brother march in a completely changed man was amazing. Within two days I had traveled from Honolulu to Cape May, New Jersey. I was in this kind of strange haze of sleepiness and shock. My cousins had drove from New York to see him graduate and being there with my family and Paige in far away place inside a military base was kind of surreal. When the ceremony started I had no idea what to expect, but when the Guardians of Uniform 182 marched into that graduation hall I was filled with pride. My brother looked completely different, acted completely different...all for the better of course. He had military bearing, was 20 lbs lighter and stood taller. It was so neat! Despite the lack of sleep and the snow flurries it was all and all a good trip.
Right now S.A. Michael Saylor is stationed in New London, Connecticut onboard the CGC Chinook.
In the meantime he said he is living in a "ghost" building. He hasn't seen very many people since he moved...haha.
Not much else happening in my life. Just the general stress that comes along with school, work and trying to figure out a meaning in life. I've almost completed my Stage 5 of my vet assistant training...only 5 more to go. Including an externship..eek!..before I can get a job in "real world"...if there is such a thing.
Alright, off I go into the ominous territory of textbooks and studying.
If I don't see you, good morning, good afternoon and good night.
Bree
The past few weeks have absolutely flown by. I saw my brother graduate from the United States Coast Guard. That was incredible and humbling. To be completely jet-lagged, half-way around the world from where I started and see my brother march in a completely changed man was amazing. Within two days I had traveled from Honolulu to Cape May, New Jersey. I was in this kind of strange haze of sleepiness and shock. My cousins had drove from New York to see him graduate and being there with my family and Paige in far away place inside a military base was kind of surreal. When the ceremony started I had no idea what to expect, but when the Guardians of Uniform 182 marched into that graduation hall I was filled with pride. My brother looked completely different, acted completely different...all for the better of course. He had military bearing, was 20 lbs lighter and stood taller. It was so neat! Despite the lack of sleep and the snow flurries it was all and all a good trip.
Right now S.A. Michael Saylor is stationed in New London, Connecticut onboard the CGC Chinook.
In the meantime he said he is living in a "ghost" building. He hasn't seen very many people since he moved...haha.
Not much else happening in my life. Just the general stress that comes along with school, work and trying to figure out a meaning in life. I've almost completed my Stage 5 of my vet assistant training...only 5 more to go. Including an externship..eek!..before I can get a job in "real world"...if there is such a thing.
Alright, off I go into the ominous territory of textbooks and studying.
If I don't see you, good morning, good afternoon and good night.
Bree
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