I was perusing through Panic's blog and he turned me on to a couple of posts, that are supposed to get me thinking. (Difficult thing to do as I don't normally think deep and heavy thoughts, I'm kind of a fruitcake like that)
So I headed on over to Steam Me Up Kid and was re-introduced to Maslow's Heirarchy of Needs. A pyramid that Maslow created outlining his theory, that I hadn't seen since Psych 101 in college, a MILLION years ago. Therefor, in my efforts to gain superior personal knowledge and growth, I re-introduced myself to Maslow's theory. I have come to the realization that I am the ONLY self-actualized person on the planet.
My psych needs are met through the use of self-medication via tasty wines, my safety needs are met through multiple locking mechanisms on my doors and windows, my belonging needs are met based on the number of friendships I have and the number of people that follow my blog or follow me on twitter (sheesh ... I'm a 21st century girl man!!!) and my esteem needs are met because I look at myself in the mirror everyday and say "Hey ... who's that Big Beautiful Woman there?" Therefor, I have reached the apex of the pyramid and I'm now independantly confident that I can meet life's challenges. (not to mention several meme challenges, and the 100th blog challenge as well!!! Am I good or what?)
(oh and don't get me wrong, I still go to crazytown when it comes to men and me, as you've all witnessed, but I got through that or will rather, challenge overcome!)
After all of that self-actualization I was a little bit tired. So I took a quick 10 minute power nap at my desk at work. (Who needs to shuffle through all those bad bills anyway ... right? Well ... Okay I do ... for the safety of the people of this great nation, but it can wait a few minutes.)
Then ... after feeling refreshed and still not motivated to do any 'real' work (he he he, that's the work I do at my REAL JOB!!!) I pushed on through to the next recommended blog post I Had a Dream from ClarkKent's Lunchbox. Now ... this post gets into the crux of the long suffering parental addage "You should get a 'real job' to fall back on, in case you don't succeed in making your (utterly rediculous) dreams come true." (THIS of course coming on the heals of my Grandfather's favorite saying "You can be ANYTHING you want to be! Pretty contradictory upbringing huh?)
*long suffering sigh*
This reminded me of my LONG-STANDING dream of becoming a dancer. You know, like those FINE struggling artists that try out and compete on So You Think You Can Dance? Or all the dancers in those fantastic broadway shows like Cats, Annie Get Your Gun, Hair, or Grease? Yeah ... I wanted to be one of THOSE people.
I started dance classes when I was 5 years old, by the time I was 10 I was on pointe. I was a competitive dancer from age 10 - 25. (I know I've mentioned I'm a happy, healthy BBW, this was before the BBW days.) When I graduated High School though, I had a tough choice to make. Continue with my dance studies at a higher level via a specialized school, or go to business school. I have to say ... it was a difficult choice to make, made easier by then dance guru. I could do both, I could continue dancing AND go to school, then see where I wanted to go from there. So the 'fall-back' plan was laid and followed through on.
One semester away from graduating college, another stellar choice came to me, my dance instructor gave me the opportunity to take over her studio, to be the owner, and she would continue on in a teaching capacity (she had just given birth to her son). I had ONE more semester of school, and I was afraid that if I took the studio over, I'd never finish out that last semester. I declined the offer. It was probably either the worst mistake of my life ... or the best decision I could have made. I'll never know.
I went on to do other things, mostly in the customer service field. I was good at it ... actually I'm pretty spectacular at it. I've learned to be patient and compassionate, less selfish and more caring. I've learned to be ethical in my dealings with people and on projects. I've become my worst nightmare ... "A responsible REDULT!!!"
So ... while doing all this soul-searching and pyramid climbing and whatnot ... I realize ... that though I'm unmarried, childless, and relatively complacent in my job. I love my life, I enjoy my hobbies. (is TV watching a hobby? Yes ... by the Godess ... yes it is!!!)
In addition, my dream of being a dancer isn't over, I still dance! Sometimes it's naked under the moon in my dreams, or sometimes it's around my living room. I'm considering taking on another form of 'body movement' study in the name of a martial art. I still tap my way down the marble flooring in the lobby of my office building as well. My toes still twinkle, if I'm not making a living from it ... so be it!!! Doesn't mean that it's not still there, still being used, still making me happy. It is! So Thanks Panic, for pointing these posts out to me. It was really a life affirming jaunt for me and it's appreciated!!!
I do believe this is the longest posting about myself that I have ever done. Why you all ask? Because inherantly my life is a total BORE!!! I really think I need to get a hamster or two. That way ... I can write posts like ...
"You'll never guess what my hamster did the other day ... "
And create new blogs titled "Hamster Mom from Hell" or "Rodent Mom's R Us"
You know ... the normal stuff!!!
In America everybody is of the opinion that he has no social superiors, since all men are equal, but he does not admit that he has no social inferiors, for, from the time of Jefferson onward, the doctrine that all men are equal applies only upwards, not downwards.
If you could live one day in your life over and over, which day would it be?
noun: Nearness in space, time or relationship.
From Latin propinquitas (nearness), from prope (near).
"I believe that ... propinquity of descent, -- the only known cause of the similarity of organic beings, -- is the bond, hidden as it is by various degrees of modification, which is partially revealed to us by our classifications."
Tonight is: TBBT, HIMYM, Heroes (WOOT!) The Closer and Trust Me!
Here Dead We Lie
Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
To live and shame the land
From which we sprung.
Life, to be sure,
Is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is,
And we were young.
Alfred Edward Housman
Mustard Glazed Salmon
3 tablespoons olive oil
1 tablespoon Dijon mustard
1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice
Salt and pepper
4 (6 ounce) fillets salmon, with skin
Chopped fresh dill (optional)
Preheat the oven to 425 degrees F. In a small bowl, mix together olive oil, mustard, lemon juice, and 1/4 teaspoon each salt and pepper.
Put salmon, skin side down, in a baking dish, and spoon mustard glaze over each piece of fish. Bake until salmon is just cooked through and no longer red, 6 to 8 minutes. Sprinkle with chopped dill, if desired, and serve.
Yield: 4 servings