Interstellar Depression

You are an astronaut. Describe your perfect day:

Floating around in space is cool and all, but it gets very lonely… and terribly depressing. I’ve read all of my books and magazines about 5 times each and although they keep me occupied, they get boring. I was supposed to receive a care package for Christmas but it was postponed until the New Year. I miss my family… I miss my friends. Sometimes I wish for a meteor to hit the station and end it all. What sort of person wishes for something so terrible? My perfect day?? Hmm... I've never really thought about it and I've certainly never had one! I suppose my perfect day would either be the day I get to go home or the day that a meteor does hit and ends all of my misery. Listen to me, I sound like a depressed teenager… has living so long among the magnificence of space done this to me? I suppose I will just have to wait it out. One of my perfect day scenarios is bound to…

-Chandra

DON'T be conceited!! LIKE, really!

Write Facebook status updates for the year 2017:

I decided to go with status updates to be composed by a typical, self-absorbed young woman.

ENJOY!

January 1, 2017: “My number one New Year’s resolution is to LOSE WEIGHT!”

March 2017: “OMG, I can’t believe I gained 5 lbs! AND it’s ALMOST SUMMER! MUST LOSE WEIGHT!”

July 2017: “UGH, I didn’t lose enough weight! I look AWFUL in my bikini… right!?!?”

October 2017: “I am totally the hottest sexy kitten at this party!! J/K… not really… but I am… right??”

December 2017: “UGH, all I want for Christmas is a PERFECT selfie!”

December 31, 2017: “Hello, 2018! I’m looking gorgeous right!?!? Haha, always! J/K… not really…”

-Chandra

All My Fault :(

A houseplant is dying. Tell it why it needs to live.

You bring me such joy! I wouldn't have gotten you if I had known it was going to end this way! I'm so sorry that I forgot to water you; I did the same thing to our poor, beautiful Christmas tree this year... of course, it would have died anyway... but you could live! I don't want another plant, I only want you! Stay with me. I will try harder to take proper care of you, I promise!!

I know it must be boring... sitting in that same corner every day, seeing the same things. But you don't understand how easy you have it! You don't have to worry, you don't have to do anything besides sit there and be beautiful. Please sit there and be beautiful, don't go.

I need you. Isn't that enough? I know you must feel betrayed. I feel as if I betrayed you... you have no idea how truly guilty I feel for letting this happen to you. I understand that you have to go, and I will learn to accept it, but there will never be another plant like you. I want you to know that you have brought me wonderful happiness and you were an essential part of my decor. Our home will never be the same.

Goodbye, planty.

-Chandra

What can happen in a second?

I know it sounds strange, but in a second your life could change. It only took one second for me. I had never thought about having children. I had never seriously thought about being married, having a home and a lawn to mow and bills to pay. I didn’t get the opportunity to feel like a responsible adult before I abruptly became a responsible mother. An accident? A blessing in disguise? A sign that my life needed to change? I have never known exactly what to call it. Being a mother is something else, I can say that much. Being responsible for a tiny, beautiful, ever-changing human-being is so difficult, and so wonderful.

When was this second that changed my life? It was on June 19, 2008: the second I looked into her big, beautiful eyes, and knew that I would never love anything the way I love her. It’s a great and terrible thing: finally knowing how much love you possess, realizing that there is one person that you would do anything for, understanding that this means 18+ years of ups and downs, tears and smiles, hugs and fights… realizations that can change a person entirely… realizations that changed ME entirely… in a second.

Beginning... again...

           Let me begin by revealing a few things about myself: I am a mother. I am a student. I am one-half of a wonderful, romantic relationship. I am many things, but I am only one person. Sometimes I am not like myself at all, other times I am too much like myself. How do I know who I really am? I don’t. Who does? Everything that happens around us is what makes us who we are. Every sound you hear, every move you make, every taste, touch, and smell influences who you are. Who do I want to be? I want to be someone who loves life. I want to be someone who wakes up every day knowing that I am truly happy. Who do you want to be? Do you know? Are you still trying to figure it out?

I searched for this answer for a very long time… only to discover that all I want out of this very short life is happiness. Is happiness enough for you? It is for me. Although there are many aspects of my life that make me extremely happy, there are also things that I need to make better; certain things that I need to improve in order to be truly happy: THIS IS MY GOAL.

            How will blogging help? One thing I need to improve is my CAREER. Currently, I don’t have one, which makes it obvious as to why it needs improvement. I want to be a writer. I have always wanted to be a writer. I will always want to be a writer. Expressing my emotions using the written word is so fulfilling. Creating imaginary worlds filled with impossible dreams is like floating through the starry sky; completely calm, relaxed, and so very excited! That is what happiness feels like to me. What does it feel like to you?

            My brother and sister-in-law got me a fantastic gift for Christmas this year! A journal containing 642 writing prompts. Sometimes it is so much easier to express creativity when you already have something to go on! I also believe that some of these prompts could be great fun to follow… I have decided to share them with you! Each day I will compose a blog entry based on a different prompt. I hope you can enjoy my writing as much as I enjoy composing it for you.

-Chandra