Aunt Edith Burnt The Turkey AGAIN?!

“YAY! It’s Thanksgiving, and I am THANKFUL! OMG. Aunt Edith burnt the turkey again?? I swear, Aunt Edith is the worst cook. Whatever, it’s fine because I am THANKFUL for the fact that there is a McDonalds on the way home, they’re open 24/7, holidays included. I’ll just stop there. Man I am THANKFUL for that. WAIT who has the Black Friday ads? Well, whoever has them needs to hurry up because I am leaving dinner early to get in line to score that big screen TV since ours is already an entire year old, imagine that! UGH, I am so THANKFUL that the stores open at 7pm now, ya know!? Isn’t that amazing? OH, also, someone make sure the football game is on, because that is the only way I can avoid actually talking to family members on this amazing holiday that I am so THANKFUL for. I AM JUST SO THANKFUL!”

Here we are folks, the week of Thanksgiving in America. I don’t know about you, but I LOVE Thanksgiving. Mainly because I love food, of course. I mean who doesn’t, Right?! When I think of Thanksgiving, I directly relate it to three things. First, the smorgasbord of food and wine that awaits my arrival. Second, the football games all day long (my family loves us some football)! And third, the freaking Black Friday ads scattered literally everywhere appearing as if an angry pack of kindergarteners got a hold of the Toys R Us catalogue collection.  Now don’t get me wrong, these things are great and fun and totally filled with the holiday spirit! I am all about it! However, it kind of boggles my mind that a holiday created around the idea of “giving thanks” for what we have, has turned into a national subliminal ideology of attaining more! More food, more shopping, more everything! More, more, more! My name is Stevie Jackson, and I have shit to say.

By definition, the term “Thanksgiving” means “the expression of gratitude”. Now, correct me if I am wrong, but I believe that we all have at least one thing in our lives that we are eternally grateful for. I hope that for many of you, it’s an endless list! Gratitude comes in all shapes and sizes! Maybe you’re happy to be surrounded by amazing family and friends. Maybe you got a promotion at work. Maybe you did extremely well this month with your coupons and saved a bunch of money, woohoo! Perhaps you even just found a new recipe for some bomb egg salad, I don’t know! But the point is, I think we all have things to be grateful for that we don’t give enough credit to! Things we already have that make us who we are.

So, I challenge everyone this holiday season to rather than focus on the idea of how you can get more, focus on the idea of having enough. Focus on how to be truly thankful for what you have rather than what you don’t! And, ya know what? YEAH, maybe Aunt Edith burns the turkey for the 7th year in a row, but Gosh Darn it, we are THANKFUL for that blessed woman.

I don’t actually have an Aunt Edith… Does anyone?

XXOO GOBBLE GOBBLE

HAPPY THANKSGIVING, GO BE THANKFUL!

<3 Stevie

Woman walks into a pole and gets pregnant.

“So a woman named Cynthia walks into a pole and gets pregnant. NO, IT’S NOT WHAT YOU THINK. Oh frick, not again. Let me try one more time. OK, TAKE 2, ACTION. So a woman named Cynthia walks into a pole and gets pregnant. NO! I DID IT AGAIN. I am missing the punch line! *muttering to self under breath* come ON get it TOGETHER! *deep calming breath* So a woman named Cynthia… actually never mind.”

Ya know what… come to think of it, I think I know why the joke isn’t landing… Probably because it isn’t a joke at all. Thats right folks, this is a very true story. A woman named Cynthia did indeed walk into a pole. And by doing this, Cynthia did indeed find out she was pregnant. I should probably mention now that Cynthia is my mother, and this is the story of how Stevie Jackson was found to be expected into this world! My name is Stevie Jackson, and I have shit to say.

Set the scene: Cynthia has departed for an important business trip out of state. At home, she reluctantly left her two kids for the first time (her husband and her first born 6 month old child) . That was a joke. Ha ha. Well part of it… I’ll let you decide. MOVING ON. The building that she was meeting in had a plumbing issue (naturally), so they had to exit the premise for natural human needs. Whilst returning from said bathroom adventure, Cynthia and her bathroom buddy were in a riveting conversation. In fact, it was so riveting, that Cynthia forgot to use her eyes and BOOM! Walked full speed ahead into a very obvious pole in the middle of the sidewalk. OUCH. Cynthia claimed to be fine. “DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT say ANYTHING” she said. Gasping, her colleague informed Cynthia that her entire face was gushing blood, and she was then rushed to the hospital.

Cut to: Cynthia sitting in an emergency room awaiting an “un-needed protocol” pregnancy test that is required before being cleared for a CT scan. Suddenly, the doctor rushes in and exclaims “OH, YOU ARE POSITIVE!”. Confused, Cynthia replies “about what”? “Oh… um… YOU’RE PREGNANT!” And that’s how I was found to be coming into this world. They always said I knew how to make an entrance…

Needless to say, Cynthia missed her meeting.

 

Where is the off button on this damn thing?!

“Hey Doc, me again. Yeah um…here’s the thing. I think I may have something wrong with my brain? Now I promise, I’m not crazy, hear me out. See, it turns out, my brain wasn’t built with an off button? HA! Imagine that! So if you can just return my call, that would be totally awesome. OH, and don’t worry about calling back at weird hours because I’ll be sitting next to the phone the ENTIRE time waiting for your reply! *nervous laugh* Yeah by that I mean I will be thinking about it the whole time. Just thinking about it… Yep! Just waiting… So, just call back! Soon! PLEASE! And um…Omg wait. What if you don’t call back…Omg what if you’re not a real person? Omg what if I’M not a real person?! Omg. I have to go. *hangs up phone* *seeks out wine and chocolate IMMEDIATELY* “

Welcome to the wonderful world of anxiety folks! And by wonderful, I mean WHAT IS THIS MADNESS?! I feel like most of you readers probably have some sort of idea of what I’m talking about. Maybe some more than others. The constant worry about things that are completely out of proportion. Thoughts that our brains aren’t meant to dwell on in any way, shape, or form. Oh, and then of course, you begin to then worry about your worrying (because that makes sense, thanks brain). Suddenly, your life becomes a continuous tornado of insane negative brain patterns. A downward spiral into long days that turn into sleepless nights. This is also the exact moment you find out that anyone who has ever told you that “counting sheep” was an efficient way to make you sleepy was full of LIES. Because, yeah maybe you try this, and you then find yourself beginning to name the nonexistent sheep. AND, then you’re creating LIVES and PROBLEMS for the said nonexistent sheep. AHH. Yeah, I would know nothing about that…absolutely nothing. Moving on. Where was I? OH, right. That stupid anxiety thing. So how do people cope you may ask? Some get moody from it, some laugh through it, and some shut down from it. Others try to self medicate through things like alcohol, marijuana, copious amounts of food (or no food at all), and even binge watching every episode known to Netflix (hey don’t fret man, we have all been there). Anything to distract the brain from these continuous thoughts! Turn it off! Unfortunately though, there is no off button (shocker) and a lot of the time, people are left to find that these things really don’t do much to help in the long run at all! They’re completely temporary solutions. “SO NOW WHAT” you may be asking, right? Well hey, I’m here to help ya out the best I can! My name is Stevie Jackson, and I have shit to say.

Anxiety. It’s a term that can cover a very wide range of meanings. It shows up in all different shapes and sizes. The most common form of it tends to be “stress induced” anxiety. In short, this basically can be described as overloading ourselves with way more daily expectations to meet at extremely high standards of which we as human beings aren’t even capable of. This stems from self hate. Oh, and you can laugh at that last sentence, it was a joke. Ya know, haha? But seriously people, we gotta stop doing that! Anyways, aside from that, there are many other anxiety forms that are a bit more tricky to explain why they happen. To name just a few examples, sometimes people may get anxiety from noise, fears, or even people. There are even many people who have no idea what causes their anxiety and then are really left in the dark about how to fix it! How tough is that? Right? The brain is a strange, strange thing. All in all, anxiety is a horrible thing to have to deal with no matter what shape or size you may be experiencing it in.

Now, I’m sure some of you might think that the very word “anxiety” tends to be thrown around quite casually these days. “Oh they’re just stressed” or “Oh they’ll get over it” or (my personal favorite) “Oh they’re faking it.” I’m sorry, but WHAT! NO! Ok yes, maybe the term is used more in our every day vocabulary than ever before, but thats because it has become a HUGE growing problem that we are facing in our society my peeps! And it sucks! Did you know, that 1 out of every 3 people suffer from anxiety? That’s a lot of people to be dealing with such a shitty thing. Yet, after doing some research, I’ve found that only 36.9% of these people are receiving either perscriptions or seeking professional help! Why is that?

Story time!

I’m someone who has suffered with crazy anxiety for the past 2 years. Whether it stemmed from being stressed from college, or just from the pressures of becoming an adult in the real world, I don’t know! But I do know, it was such an annoying thing that kept me from living my daily life the way I wanted to! Anxiety not only affects your mind, but it absolutely affects your body in very weird ways. About a year ago, I was getting really sick, fainting, experiencing intense insomnia, and having constant irrelevant fears of things that would probably never even happen. I was easily agitated, easily scared, closing myself off, and even having to skip classes some days due to lack of sleep. For the longest time, I would not take anything that could help because “I didn’t want to be married to medication in my early 20’s.” However, a few months ago, my doctor helped me come to a realization. I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume most, if not all of you, have had bronchitis before in your life, yes? Nasty little sickness isn’t it? I mean, you’re literally hacking out your left lung every few minutes. Cute. Not. Anyways, when you are sick with this, what do you do? You get medicine, correct? Because that’s the only way around it? Because when we are sick, we do what it takes to get back in good health to go about our daily lives? YES! So, when we are experiencing sickness in our mental health, why do so many of us think this is any different? I was included in this margin until a few months ago when I gave in and began taking a perscription to help relieve it. Here and now, I can tell you first hand, I feel like the absolute happiest HEALTHIEST version of myself ever. I wake up every day able to to go through without such a nuisance of a mind funk holding me back! And that’s just what helped me. Of course, others will be different. Like anything in life, finding solutions comes with a process of trial and error!

So maybe you are working too hard, stop that! Take a break pal! Maybe you need to have someone lend an ear and give you the help and advice you need to keep on keepin, and that’s awesome too! DO IT! Or, maybe you need a little extra push to even just make some healthier choices to free your mind! Maybe try meditation, yoga, working out, or even writing! Point is, there is a healthier happier you that you deserve to get to know! You absolutely have every right to anything that can help you get there! So go get em tiger!

Welp, if I have helped even one reader, then I have done my job here… so Im gonna go have a glass of wine now. BYE!

xxoo

-Stevie <3

 

“I’m a strong independent ketchup bottle who don’t need no mustard”

“Ahhh Halloween time. Don’t ya just love it? The air is crisp, and the bonfires are plentiful. It’s a time for candy, apple cider, donuts, regrets, chili, more candy, and those God forsaken couples costumes. (Let me repeat that for dramatic effect) those GOD FORSAKEN COUPLES COSTUMES *cough* that we all love *cough* woah… who said that?”

Ok folks, allow me to take you back in time. Let’s think back to what it was like being a kid around Halloween. The first thing that comes to mind for me actually isn’t trick or treating. The first thing that I think of, is getting those party city ads in the mail and being so darn excited! I mean, I would literally set aside time to sit down with my little color coded sharpies and circle the coolest costumes on every page. This way, I could make an efficient decision of what I was going to be that year. This was a very dedicated project that I took very seriously. Come on, we have all been there. I think we all know that Halloween was no joke back in grade school days, you had to COMMIT. So, that being said, while flipping through these ads, I remember always going straight to the couples costumes pages and ripping them out so that they wouldn’t interfere with my process (because what 8 year old has a significant other…actually, don’t answer that.) And, since I must be honest, I’ll now admit that I of course made sure to look through them before doing so. I mean, I had to start adequately preparing for the day I too would need to pick from them. Ya know, when I had a boyfriend in the future (lol still waiting.) But yeah, there were SO MANY. I mean, this section was LARGE. You have everything from your classic movie couples like Danny and Sandy in Grease to those damn plug and socket costumes that have been around for like the past 20 years (#why #gross). And then, there’s those costumes that you look at, and you’re just like what the actual FU…dge nugget (which is exactly what I wanted to say thanks for asking) was happening when this was pitched to a design team and they complied!? This leads me to my next point. I am actually writing to address a very important matter that no one seems to be talking about: The ketchup and the mustard suits. My name is Stevie Jackson, and I have shit to say.

That’s right, the ketchup and mustard couples costumes. Ya know, the ones that slightly resemble what I consider to be large red and yellow potato sacks simply labeled “ketchup” and “mustard?” Along with it, came a hat that looked oddly similar to a traffic cone, but in their respective colors, of course (cute).  These costumes cost maybe 2 dollars to make and are sold for about 30 (naturally). Now, the mystery here, is that you never actually see couples wearing these overly priced and poorly designed refrigerator condiment get ups. At least, I don’t. Come to think of it, I’ve only actually known of one person ever to purchase one of these costumes. I’m half ashamed and half proud to say that it was me. Yes, I was a bottle of ketchup in the seventh grade. It was probably the most awkward year of my life, looks wise. I had poorly box died hair, bright orange braces, pimples galore, and I was… lets just say…prepubescent. So, of course, I decided to take it upon myself to run around in an oversized ketchup costume because that would make it all better. I’m cringing, you’re cringing, we are ALL cringing. But wait, it gets better. The worst/ best part is, there was no mustard. I flew very solo in this adventure of mine. This draws the line. Who in God’s name let me out of the house dressed as ketchup without a companion mustard?! That is the saddest thing ever, right?! Come on mom and dad, you had one job! (If you’re reading this, which you better be, I’m joking)

The thing is though, at that time in my life, I had this strong desire to be this bottle of ketchup for one of the most important holidays in a younger kids eyes! I don’t know what this choice of costume stemmed from, or why for that matter. But I do know, that I am absolutely rooting for awkward little Stevie who chose this path and didn’t need anyone to be her mustard to go through with this very, very strange choice. How cool is that? Don’t you wish we could go back in time to THAT kind of confidence? The carefree attitude of being a kid and doing exactly what we want, when we wanted? (Well as much as we could get away with anyways…) Wait a second, I just asked a strange old woman on the sidewalk this question and she said WE CAN? OMG GAME CHANGER! Ok, maybe I didn’t actually ask a strange old woman on the sidewalk, but it made this story much more interesting so sue me. Anyways, yes! We can! Somewhere along the way of becoming the very cool and collected adults we all are (HA), we have lost the art of “loving our weird.” We question our every choice. We care too much about what people think. We forget that it’s OK to be different and it’s actually encouraged!

*insert GIF of strange virtual man screaming*

“I’M A DORK AND I DON’T CARE WHO KNOWS IT”…

well that was weird… (Did that joke land? I don’t know. It made sense in my head)

Life is too short to not do exactly what you want! Maybe people will think you’re cool, and maybe (GOD FORBID) they won’t! You know what though? Who in the literal heck cares! Have fun, be yourself, and if you want to dress as a refrigerator condiment, freaking do it! You don’t need no mustard to be the beautiful ketchup that you are! You are a strong, independent ketchup bottle and you don’t need… Ok I’ll stop right there. While I’m… ahead? No, I think I’m already behind. Oh well. Sorry, I was just embracing my weird right there if you couldn’t tell.

ON THAT NOTE… have a wonderful Halloween everyone. Eat lots of candy, have lots of (hard) cider. And, most importantly, stay weird my spooky friends.

<3 Stevie

Nothin like a fine whine…

“Do this, be that. Think this, shun that. Go to school for 30 years so you can go on to getting a job where you make a TON OF MONEY, because that’s the only way you’ll be happy. Follow the rules. Be cool, but don’t be too different, other wise you’re considered weird. OH, and most importantly, always remember that NOBODY LIKES ANCHOVIES ON THEIR PIZZA! OK? There, now you have everything you need to be successful. Right?”

WRONG

OK folks. Let’s talk societal standards and why it’s engraved into each and every one of our brains to actually give a damn. My name is Stevie Jackson, and I have shit to say.

I’ll start off by saying I freaking love anchovies on my pizza. THERE I SAID IT. THE CAT IS OUT OF THE BAG. SUE ME. I know that half of you readers just did an audible “ew” right? Well…Except for my dad (Hi dad).

Story time!

One day in my recent adventures, I found myself at the liquor store buying some wine (shocker). As I was checking out, the person at the register asked me what I do for a living. I informed him that I’m an aspiring actress building a career in the performing arts. He replied “oh…well, not everyone can be a doctor”.

*insert voice track*  “OH NO HE DIDN’T”

Now, I could have replied with what would have given a nice little wake up call concerning the extreme lack in social graces our new friend here seemed to have. Instead, I replied “double bag that please, It would be a tragedy if I happened to drop my wine. Thanks and enjoy your day!” And I left! I just left. I left puzzled, but as usual when I come across these situations,  perpetually un-shocked.  However, It got me thinking about what led to that exact moment. What in the heck entitled this man to so casually inform me that I have not risen to the standard “American Dream” everyone speaks of?  In this single statement, it’s so evident how immensely one’s ideology of  living a successful life is shaped from the minute they’re born to the minute they die by the pressures of societal expectations.

First, I want you all to ask your self what really is success? Is it money? Is it getting married and having kids? Is it having a job that everyone wants but only few get? What is it? Take a minute to really think about this question. It’s a hard one.

*One minute later* 😉

Now that you have contemplated the meaning of life for 60 seconds, back to my words of wisdom. If I’m correct, you probably didn’t come up with a very specific answer. Well, I have a little secret for you. That’s because there isn’t one.  OK, so what do we do in 2017 when we don’t know the answer to something? We google it… obviously. So I googled it… as one would. Google defines success as “the accomplishment of an aim or purpose.” That seems pretty generic to me. Now, this statement makes it seem pretty obvious that success is absolutely subjective, right? I mean, technically, waking up to a new day in good health is successful isn’t it? According to the google definition it is. And, I would certainly think so because we’re not really going to accomplish much without that happening now are we… Anyway! Yes, success is subjective. It’s influenced by our own personal twang as I like to say. Personal tastes, beliefs, opinions, and passions. Scientifically speaking, since I read somewhere that society is all about science these days (*insert laugh here* because this was a poor attempt at a joke) we all have different DNA making us completely different personalities with different thinking patterns (OMG WHO KNEW). So HI, HELLO! Success absolutely can not, and should not, be defined by a singular set of rules! It is not an “if/ then” situation. There is no general formula to achieve success for all. It is not as black and white as what society and the media has framed it out to be. If you are feeling unsuccessful, chances are you’re doing just fine! You are right where you are meant to be at this moment in your life. There are many different levels of success and different ways you can be successful. Money, which is what the average person seems to associate success with, does not equal happiness and certainly does not equal success. Don’t get me wrong, money helps for sure in terms of stability, but that’s not the point.

Everyone has different purposes in this world. Different passions, different goals. Different ways to feel like a success. It’s exactly what makes us beautiful as a human race. And, I feel like we know that, all of us! But, we constantly catch ourselves comparing our quality of life to others as the sole dependant of all the wrong things. Because of this, you might even end up asking yourself questions like “do I make good money?” “I see people so happy with great jobs, should I be doing something else?” “Oh my, another engagement, they’re doing life right… shit I’m single AF.” Or, my personal favorite, “when their family goes to red lobster, their kids don’t even have to order off the KIDS MEAL?! Damn… they’re successful…”  According to the guy at the liquor store, there must be a doctor in that family huh? Maybe so, but maybe not.

Now please don’t take these “doctor” references the wrong way, I am simply using it as a symbol and referring back to my first story I began this with. There are so many amazing people who dedicate numerous years of their lives to become a doctor and go on to saving thousands of lives. Some will marry happily, some go on to have kids, and some will even achieve that true American dream by finalizing it with a dog named Max. And, I bet that’s exactly what makes them happy, that’s awesome! I’m by no means degrading that, but I am saying that lifestyle isn’t for everyone! It’s all good! Lets bring to light, that success is doing whatever makes us happy at the end of the day. Maybe someone else wants to backpack around the world and figure things out as they go, that’s amazing too! Maybe some have no idea what the heck they’re doing with their lives, that doesn’t mean they’re unsuccessful at all, they can take all the time they need! And maybe, just maybe, someone wants to be a self employed starving actress and run a blog in her own time while enjoying a nice glass of wine! Ohhhh that sounds nifty (*insert laugh here* because that was another poor attempt at a joke.)

To wrap all this up, stop giving a damn about societies thoughts on success. If you wake up to a new day, and you go through the day doing what you love to do to, you’re successful. If you can go to sleep at night, still breathing, you’re successful. If you’re surrounded by people who make you a genuinely happy person, then gosh darn it, you are SUCCESSFUL! Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Now, get off of the internet and go make some money, stop wasting your time. Go make something of yourself. Jeez. (*Insert laugh and roaring applause* because that was my third and FINAL poor attempt at a joke.)

Thanks for reading if you made it all the way to the end, SUCCESS!

P.S. everyone please stop judging anchovies on pizza HAHA.

No but really…

Stevie <3

 

 

 

I’m a blogger now?

“Good shit, bad shit, funny shit, sad shit. Maybe I’ll inspire you, maybe I won’t. Perhaps I’ll talk about worldly matters, my daily adventures, my not so subtle obsession with aliens, OR (if you’re really lucky) I just might give insight on how to make the worlds best sandwich. Only time will tell. I guess you’ll only find out if you read. So sit back, grab a glass of wine (because there is a 100% chance I indulged in a hefty one while writing this) and enjoy. My name is Stevie Jackson. And I have shit to say”

“Hello, my name is Stevie Jackson and I guess I am a blogger now?

This morning I woke up refreshed, I said good morning to the birds (as one would) and enjoyed a lovely breakfast to the sweet sounds of the universe. What a beautiful morning.

That sounded nice didn’t it? Ok now real quick, let me give you the reality of that statement. I woke up at the Quality Inn somewhere in Ohio (as I am currently a traveling actress) to the sound of what I think was a bird fight outside my window. As I walked to the scene of this bird brawl, I noticed I only had 3 minutes left of continental breakfast that ended at 9am. Flustered, I ran down the stairs tripping only down 2 of them (this time) to retrieve my cinnamon oatmeal and mediocre apple. I then ate breakfast in the corner of the lobby next to an old couple arguing with the maid about their coffee having grinds in it (tragic). But it was indeed a beautiful morning, because it was at that moment, I decided to start this blog! That’s right folks, I woke up this morning a changed woman, a blogger.

So like… what is a blog anyway…? (I say to myself after making the well over $100 dollar purchase..) I then say “Siri- tell me everything I need to know about a blog”  and I think you could say I’m nothing short of an expert now. Branching off of that, I will now say that if you haven’t noticed, I have no idea what I’m doing. I always wonder where all my money goes…it used to all go to late night take out, boxed wine, fulfilling my starving artist lifestyle, and my crippling college debt. So why not add another thing huh? My bank account already hates me, ask me if I care. SO, Here I am with this new website and even though I don’t necessarily know what it is exactly that I’m doing, I hope you all will all follow me on this journey so I can share my ideas and adventures with you.

I’ll be writing about all kinds of stuff! I hope to make a difference in important matters through a light hearted approach and my own daily experiences. In fact, my first real post is already in the works. I want to thank everyone ahead of time. Please share, and stay tuned because I HAVE SHIT TO SAY!

Thank You!

Stevie