In. Out. In Out. That is how we breath. One breath in with oxygen, and one breath out with carbon dioxide. To some this sounds like a bunch of mumbo-jumbo right? Well it shouldn't! Every living thing on this planet needs oxygen to breath and live. Well, almost every living thing. The ones that don't need oxygen are the plants. What they need more than anything else is carbon dioxide.
There is nothing more enlightening and more life-changing than a song that moves you. A song that makes you feel something so unique and inspiring that you can't help but listen to it all the time. That song for me is 'A Twist in My Story' by Secondhand Serenade. It sounds so corny to think that or even the fact that I heard this song by accident on Pandora one day just a few years ago and yet it spoke to me in ways I cannot begin to describe.
I have been working at Red Robin now for almost six months and I have learned more about human behavior and patience in that time than I have ever expected. I have finally reached my breaking point about being a server to the point where I have to journal about it for the world to see. There are things that your servers will never tell you. There are things we do because we have no choice. This is just the short things I know from experiences or what my fellow servers have told me.
The Frozen Bandwagon. It is one that could not be avoided. I tried for as long as I could but upon seeing the movie the first time just a few short years ago, I was hooked. Not because it was Disney, not that I do not love Disney films, no it is because of the message of the movie. Frozen showed us all that love, true love isn't just romantic, but can be from family as well.
As a die hard Star Wars fan I will always find new ways to learn more about the universe George Lucas created, including cosplaying as Princess Leia herself. It is one of my favorite things to do, and in order to add more to my portrayal of this great heroine, I read the book Leia, Princess of Alderaan by Claudia Gray.
After the latest massacre here in America, I feel it is time for yet another piece on my feelings. Yes, this time it was not in a synagogue, like my first article about this controversial topic, but I cannot help but think that perhaps Private First Class Glendon Oakley could still feel like a normal soldier, instead of being praised as a hero just for doing his job and what he was trained for. It is hard not to say that Oakley isn't a hero, he is, but he did what I would hope any kind human being would do. He protected innocent lives, children, the future of our world, the ones who we hope can make this world better.
