Ev·o·lu·tion

Ev·o·lu·tion

ˌevəˈlo͞oSHən

noun

1.The process by which different kinds of living organisms are thought to have developed and diversified from earlier forms during the history of the earth.

2. The gradual development of something, especially from a simple to a more complex form

For the longest time, the idea of evolution was a sin—a forbidden theory that went against the beliefs of Christians. Mention the word and any Christian would immediately start to frown. A complete shutdown would occur the moment the words left your lips and nothing that was said after mattered. I can understand that sentiment. After all, for years, Christians, scientists, and atheists have been locked in battle over the theory of evolution for years but the fact of the matter is that evolution to a certain degree is real.

If you rid your mind of all the scientific mumbo jumbo, religious thoughts and beliefs, we begin to really get down to the core of what evolution represents—change. Think about it; the core idea of evolution is change. That is the core idea I focus on.

In this blog, I will chronicle my change—my own personal evolution—from the person I once was to the person that I am now and to who I hope to one day become. I started this blog as a way to release the swirl of emotions, and thoughts that plague my mind as I go through this process. After all, one of my biggest weaknesses is overthinking.

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How To Ruin Your Life (Without Even Noticing That You Are)

We all have to take a moment and look at how we affect our lives. I found this blog post to be motivational and quite eye opening. Hopefully, it enlightens you as well.

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Understand that life is not a straight line. Life is not a set timeline of milestones. It is okay if you don’t finish school, get married, find a job that supports you, have a family, make money, and live comfortably all by this age, or that age. It’s okay if you do, as long as you understand that if you’re not married by 25, or a Vice President by 30 — or even happy, for that matter — the world isn’t going to condemn you. You are allowed to backtrack. You are allowed to figure out what inspires you. You are allowed time, and I think we often forget that. We choose a program right out of high school because the proper thing to do is to go straight to University. We choose a job right out of University, even if we didn’t love our program, because we just…

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Nothing Truly Beautiful Ever Asks For Attention (Why You Shouldn’t Chase Love)

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Nothing truly beautiful ever asks for attention. This quote has stuck with me ever since I heard my coworker speak the words. Nothing truly beautiful ever asks for attention – it just naturally exists, as it is, in confidence and boldness.

Remember this the next time you chase someone you think you love. Remember this the next time you feel as if you need to compete for the attention of someone you admire. Generationally speaking, we often feel the need to prove ourselves to the heart we regard. We often feel the need to change ourselves to better suit their needs, we often wonder if we are exactly what they are looking for, or if they have other options. I have heard the sentiment many times over, I have seen it dissect beautiful moments and sensationalize less than beautiful relationships. Stop the “If onlys” and the “But maybes.” Trust…

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Taking Back your Power

I once stumbled upon a wonderful read. It was so insightful that I instantly copied and saved it to my computer; however, as we often do, I forgot about it. It soon became buried under a mountain of documents, pictures, and files that littered my desktop computer. Yet, every once in a while, during a routine dump of obsolete files, I would come across it again; and I would read it, dream, and imagine. It appears that with every read, and with every experience, I have began to identify with the article more and more. Once again, I have stumbled across this article in my computer. Yet this time, I am treating it differently; I am sharing it with you. Hopefully, it inspires you as much as it does me.

 

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Taking back your Power!

Something phenomenal is happening with her underworld with her many trips down there. She’s been coming face to face with her demons, and taking back her power. She’s vaporized the predators that ate her dreams, the saboteurs who jumped her race close to the finishing line. She’s cleared the grime & slush of her guilt and shame. Most of all, she’s vanquished the ghost voice that haunted her, telling her she won’t be loved & admired if she dared to be who she wanted.

 Her underground cave is now her Sacred Temple, lit with faery lights, soft music and mystical fragrance. It’s her getaway, her place of solitude. She can be alone (All-One) here. This is where she honors herself. And then, her deep Wisdom comes to speak to her of stories long forgotten, or times yet to come. The veil between the real and imagined is very thin here, & sometimes they change places.

 As if an old stone door turns. And suddenly she knows. Deep in her bones, in the pit of her stomach, in the depths of her womb — her knowing tugs at her. She sees connections & understands patterns. She’s allowing new knowledge to settle in her body.

One day, she’ll discover the key to the entire underground matrix, and sit with her siblings who have done the same.

~Sukhvinder Sircar

Embracing Change

I’ve started to notice a recent trend. Whenever I start to notice a shift in my personal reality, I change. I can’t necessarily say that it is a significant amount of change. (Although, I did face my fear of needles and get two tattoos at once. WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?! On second thought, that was pretty significant.) I do change, nonetheless.
While others are afraid of change, I can’t help but wonder if I am afraid of staying the same. I don’t know if it is because I personally feel that I have been at a standstill in my life for a long period of time; but every so often, when I have had a major change in my life, whether it be work, love, or just life related, I am suddenly struck with an undeniable urge to change. It could my wardrobe, my personal style, brand, or hairstyle. Regardless to what it is, I’ll try and change. It’s as if I have to have something to show that I have reached a period of change—a shedding of skin.
If anything I think this is an interesting concept to observe within myself but what is even more interesting is the revelation that one can be afraid of being stagnate. I don’t feel that I fear change. If anything, I respect it; however, that doesn’t mean that I love or even like change. Change hurts. The period in which we change is uncomfortable. Our limits are stretched; we experience some pain, fear, and unknowns. But when everything is said and done, we look back in awe of the change and our transformation because of it. With that knowledge, how can we hate or fear change? Because of the process of change? No, our thought process is wrong. We shouldn’t fear change; we should fear staying the same—never advancing, never transforming, never learning, and never reaching your true potential. How can that thought not cause fear to run freely down your spine? I think we need to change our mindset and start embracing change.

Judge me not by my handwriting… (Just a little humor from my Sunday night ponderings)

 

 

My handwriting sucks. Oh, I have been told a handful of times that I possess pretty handwriting, but I always feel that they were being nice. It was as if they were afraid to say, “Ash, your handwriting looks like an elephant stepped on your hand and broke it into a million pieces.” And to make matters worse, the quality of my handwriting would either becomes worse or more relaxed depending on who is next to me at the time. If I am alone or around someone, who I am comfortable with, my handwriting is more relaxed and somewhat decent. But if I am near someone who make me nervous, well… my handwriting will look like scribbles—very bad scribbles. With that said, I have always preferred to type. I am a lot faster at it as my hands can adequately keep up with my thoughts when I type rather than when I write.

 

So why am I telling you all of this? Because for the longest time, I was embarrassed and thought that in order to be a respectable, professional adult I had to have gorgeous handwriting especially since I am a woman. It’s a silly notion, I know.  But think about it, how many times have we judged a person based on the fact that their handwriting was horrendous? Anyone? I’ll wait.  The fact of the matter is that we have ALL done it even I and my peers with less than desirable scribbles.

 

However, I had the eye opening experience (and you will learn that I have many of those). I recently came across a humorous pose about the terrible handwriting of doctors. Doctors! Not “The Doctor,” he can do no wrong in my book, but our human doctors that fix stuff in our bodies like mechanics! Yes, body mechanics. Are doctors not respectable despite that horrendous handwriting? Yes, they are respectable! We swoon the moment someone says “I’m a doctor” or we see a fancy PHD after their name. So why shouldn’t I be considered a respectable adult simply because my handwriting looks like crap?! That’s right! Respect me and my horribly horrific handwriting or not….I don’t think it matters too much.

Doesn't matter what country you live in. Every doctor has horribly horrific handwriting.

Doesn’t matter what country you live in. Every doctor has horribly horrific handwriting.