Heather A Mayson
Mission To Mars
I have a bucket list of places I would like to go see in the future: castles in France, the Richard III Visitor Center in Leicester, England, and to revisit the Tower of London. But of all the places I would like to go see, one of those places is not on the planet Earth. There is a part of me that really wants to visit the planet Mars.
Seeing The World Through Collecting
As a child, I started collecting bells, and to this day, if you come by to visit and ask for the grand tour, I can still tell you which bell was the first one I got: a bell depicting the eruption of Mt. St. Helens in May, 1980. The bell is slightly battered from years of using it as a toy as well as a collector’s item. But it is a representation of the majority of the bells I own: souvenir bells that can be found in many airport gift shops, which I can assume is the origin of many of them. When I was a child, my father traveled a lot for work, and bells were the souvenirs he typically bought me, more than likely while he was waiting to board his flight home. My father got to travel (though I know he would have preferred to spend those hours away with me and sister instead) and I got to see the world through the scenes depicted on those bells.
Though I don’t consider myself a religious person, I love visiting cathedrals. I love admiring the architecture and the religious imagery displayed both inside and out. I find it interesting to see how different the imagery is from one cathedral to the next. I also enjoy hearing bits of history surrounding the cathedral. I didn’t always have such an interest in cathedrals.
Recipes from YouTube
I have a slight addiction to YouTube. In truth, I probably watch it too much; I am often recommended videos I have already watched I’m on the site that much. But a lot of good content creators upload their videos on a set schedule with a bonus video uploaded every now and then. I know what days my preferred channels upload their videos. Although there are a few that don’t upload on a set schedule, which does keep me coming back to see if I’ve got something new to watch. It gives me a good excuse to procrastinate, even though I know I shouldn’t.
Misery, it has been a companion of mine off and on for years, even before my mother died. It goes away, sometimes for months at a time. Sometimes it comes back after a few days. And I know a lot of it is of my own making. It stems from uncertainty, not knowing what I truly want, and not knowing how to figure it out. These days the misery I’ve been experiencing is stress induced, from people pushing me to do what they expect me to do. Deep down, I know I should be doing these things, but I want to do them on my schedule, not someone else’s.
Looking back, I probably should have chosen Spanish to study rather than French. Where I lived when I could have started my language learning journey (Southern California) and where I live currently (Oregon), there are a lot of native Spanish speakers. But I had a negative experience with a teacher who was trying to peak not only my interest in Spanish but my fellow seventh graders as well. He made me never want to study Spanish again.
Writing and When Inspiration Strikes
Every November since 2002, I have participated in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). The goal is simple: write 50,000 words in thirty days, and it’s the quantity, not the quality that matters. Other than bragging rights, what do I win? Nothing, except the knowledge I finished a goal I set for myself. As the years have gone by, I am met with a new challenge to NaNoWriMo: What story am I going to write this year?