The Character Matches?

I’m excited. Halloween is around the corner. Time for our inner children to come out and play pretend. We get to make believe that we are something, and someone that we are not. I don’t know about you, but I’m a huge fan of more authentic costumes. So much so, that I generally make my own versions. (Also, why spend 60-100 bucks on a cheesy badly made costume in a plastic bag that you’ll only wear once right?)

Rental costumes are a pretty good idea too. We have this place near us that does authentic movie type costumes which is neat, and rental is about 35-55 dollars depending on the costume. (Great deal for the looks available) This is also where I’m going to get some of my wardrobe for photoshoots and such. For all of my coastal Georgia readers, check out Acme Costumes in Garden City, GA. The backroom is the authentic rentals and the front is all the normal costumes. They have year round business unlike most seasonal costume places.

So this whole authentic costume and character thing got me thinking (because the slutty/weird costume thing wouldn’t really apply in all instances) … Would one be able to pinpoint the type of costume another person will generally pick regarding their personalities?

For Example, Susie Jones is a mousy plain cubicle worker… Doesn’t talk much, has a few friends, but not a social butterfly… Would she be more apt to be someone more… seductive?

 

 

Or would she stay in her comfort zone and be someone she could relate to, like a southern belle, prim proper and conservative?

Or a Jock who’s all macho all the time, who wants to bet he’s gonna be a warrior, or a superhero….

 

 

So the question I pose to you all…are your costumes an outer projection on who you feel you really want to be, or is it in fun, without any deeper connotation to your personalities?

I’m going to be a Lara Croft female assasin type character… Maybe a Russian spy, or something based of an action movie… I’ll let you be the judge if that has anything to do with who I am

With Love and Character!

Kymlee

Angry songs and bragging

So I’m super proud of myself for writing a song that actually really made me feel something so deep that I wanted to scream.

THIS is for anyone who’s every been abused or hurt by someone who never had the right to put their hands on you, or to tell you that you were worthless. FORGET THAT! Can I get a hell yeah??!!

Song on ReverbNation:

http://www.reverbnation.com/artist/song_details/10494738

With love and a fist in the air,

Kymlee

Underestimating Fool
Written & Arranged
by Kymlee Kopera
copyright 2011

hope you’re holding onto something precious
hope youre holding onto something tangible
instead of being mister self important

running circles round the world with your head held high
If you don’t trip over your ego I would be surprised
you think you know it all, you’re so pretentious…

(oh…oh…)
Even your written word has a flair for comedy,
ya, your lack of knowledge is making it funny…
You’re such a fucking idiot!

Oh! You think you know, what’s in my soul, in my blood?
Think that I’m not good enough?
Woah! You pretend to know, what’s in my soul and in my blood
think that I’m not tough enough? Think that I’m not tough enough?
Boy you’re DEAD wrong.

So what made you this kind of demented?
That you can strike a woman without consequences?
The look on your face is pretty PRICELESS!

(oh…yeah…)

Now that the table’s turned and you’re backed into the corner,
you gonna stop ME from painting this wall a crimson color?
You’re disgusting, pathetic!
AND YOU’RE NOT WORTH IT!

Oh! You think you know, what’s in my soul, in my blood?
Think that I’m not good enough?
Woah! You pretend to know, what’s in my soul and in my blood
think that I’m not tough enough? Think that I’m not tough enough?
Boy you’re DEAD wrong.

(you’re so wrong….)

Woah! You pretend to know, what’s in my soul and in my blood
think that I’m not strong enough? Think that I’m not tough enough?
Think that I’m not good enough?
and you’re wrong…
(you’re dead wrong)

Awarded?! ME?!

It’s my second award and I’m flattered. Absolutely positively flattered that someone wants to keep reading my incessant ramblings about touchy feely warm fuzzy stuff. So thank you very much my darling Sami116 for recognizing my blog here after your award. http://theembarrassment.wordpress.com/2011/09/24/winner/

Okay so for the speech eau de acceptance’ (why is everything cooler with one of those little accent thingermahbobs over the top? Just sayin’)

I’d like to thank Sami116 for the award, I’d like to thank my darling lovely readers who keep me coming back to spew more warm fuzzies over the blogosphere, I’d like to thank my father, for being the very first motivational speaker I’ve ever heard, thus turning me into a more preachy female version of him, I’d like to thank my facebook readers who don’t subscribe but stalk my page thanks to my affinity for sharing my every thought via link on my statuses…. Lastly, I’d like to thank all the random silent readers who don’t comment, who come in from the weirdest traffic generators and reference points, but get to see my blog even if for only a split second… your hits make me smile

Alrighty in all seriousness, I’m thrilled to have won something. It gives me a chance to write more, yay!

So the rules of acceptance state I need to tell you  random things about me that you may or may not know.

<.one.3      I just started plus size/full figure modeling. It’s really a lot of fun, and I’m getting into it more than thought I would.

<.two.3      I freaking love Spaghetti-O’s… and lunchables (the pizza ones) and other random kid foods.

<.three.3   I am an official Army Wife. Yep. For reals.

<.four.3     I have planned not to have children for about 5 years or so, until we are settled and have a house wherever we end up. We really want to live in Seattle.

<.five.3       I’m going to be 25 on the 8th of October. (Holy shit!)

<.six.3         In my family, I am the eldest child of 7 kids, 6 of us living…(2 full brothers, 1 full sister (deceased), 1 stepsister, 1 half brother, 1 stepbrother, but we all consider each other FULL brothers and sisters because we’re family and we love each other that much. I miss them a whole lot!) AND I just inherited a sister-in-law when I married Jason! YAY!

<.seven.3    This one… you may already know…. I love each and every one of you. You’re all important and amazing in a unique way. I cherish the friendships I have, on and offline.

The next part of this award is honoring other blogs I read frequently… So here’s my top 10

http://momfog.com/

http://laplumenoire.co.uk/

http://adventuresinaubreyland.blogspot.com/

http://www.citylightscamonights.com/

http://invisiblemikey.wordpress.com/

http://zishaanshafi.wordpress.com/

http://thislittlethingcalledlife.com/

http://redriverpak.wordpress.com/

http://highlyirritable.wordpress.com/

http://alerttheaudience.wordpress.com/

To accept your awards my lovely bloggers I have listed follow the following

1.Post a link to the original award
2.Tell your readers seven random things about yourself
3.Award an undisclosed number of newly discovered blogs.
4.Send them a note or comment letting them know you nominated them so they can continue the cycle if they so choose

I Dare You to Move…

Today I got punched in the face by my own impatience.

The craziest thing keeps happening to me… Whether it’s in the store in the checkout line, shopping throughout  the store, waiting in line at the DMV, waiting in line for food, and other places where you tend to be around complete strangers, these random people look at me and suddenly get this urge to tell me intimate details of their lives. It’s like they look at me and they literally start rambling about their daily going ons, their husbands, their kids, their work schedules, how hard working 3 jobs is, how cleaning their houses is such a bother because they work so hard and come home and the kids didn’t pick up their rooms.

Sometimes they get into details about their health, their family members going through hardships. The weights of their respective worlds just comes out in a flash of run on sentances and tangents. This happened today, this has been happening more and more frequently in the last 2 months or so actually. It’s happened in smaller doses over the years, but I thought those times were anomalies or something.

 

Source: Blabbing

I was very disappointed in myself because of my initial emotional reaction to this phenomenon today because I got really agitated, and even though I was being nice and receptive as always and continued to outwardly engage her to continue her conversation, in my head I all I wanted to say to the lady who was talking to me about her random trials and tribulations was to stop laying her stuff out there because I didn’t know her and didn’t know why she was telling me all of these things as I was trying to get out of this store and get home to be a hermit and she was holding me up with her meaningless banter.

So I left the store after she was finished, and immidiately I felt like a jerk. Not because I acted like a jerk, but because I wanted to. I used to have so much more compassion in my heart for people, and I had a reaction like this subconciously?  Anyways, so I’m homeward bound and while driving I start thinking about the deeper meaning behind these random pouring outs from my strangers. Then it hits me like a lightning bolt straight to my heart and I start to cry. Not even lying, I started bawling my eyes out, and I’m not even crazy sensative like that.

I think…there’s no one in these people’s lives that will listen to them, to hear them struggle through the seemingly meaningless doldrums of routine life and they feel so alone. That made me realize this ever growing trend of less and less interpersonal relationships, more and more distance in or humanity and social skills that I’ve been trying to ignore, both personally and globally. We keep placing personal relationships with our fellow humans at arms length, so how much longer before we don’t feel the need to give a damn about each other at all. I know that’s really preachy sounding, but it’s true. There are so many people out there just crying out for help, for someone to pay attention and to validate their lives, and we go on day by day, ignoring everyone who’s not in our own personal circle of drama.

Source:  Alone in a Crowd

As I’m thinking about all of this, and crying and driving… all of the sudden one of those songs that has always inspired me to have purpose, started blasting out of my speakers. I Dare You to Move by Switchfoot. This song speaks to me about changing, in fact, part of the chorus says “…I dare you to move, I dare you to get yourself up off the floor…” which just makes me want to get out of my box and DO SOMETHING!

Lyrics here and song here:

http://youtu.be/EJq2G62yjGc

{Intermission}

… Okay I saved this article for a about 15 minutes to go change out the laundry and to run and get pizza for the guys for dinner tonight, and lo and behold, inside Little Cesear’s Pizza it HAPPENED AGAIN! ….

This young girl who was like… maybe late teens early twentys was sitting next to me as we waited for the workers to make our pizzas. She started talking to me out of nowhere about her love of crazy bread then went into loving sauce and then about her family and how they always go and get pizza together and then how hot it was outside, and on and on about other random stuff until the guy behind the counter called me up to get my order. She had such an innocent energy about her, just searching someplace mundane for something exciting. You might call this just being extra friendly, but I call it something more. Something that’s so tangible lately. Every day people are reaching out to just touch someone, to feel another presence there, maybe not for anything more than to know we’re not alone.

 

Source: Listen

I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on this whole thing. Have any of you experienced this lately? Have any of you felt others reaching out, and did you feel annoyed like I did in the beginning, only to realize what was really going on in the end?

I’m going to make it a point to listen. For real listen, not just pretend to listen, and when they search my eyes for something more, I’ll tell them they aren’t alone.

With love and an open & humble heart,

Kymlee

A New Identity…

It was an unexpected surprise to all… Saturday, the 17th of September, in the year… 2011

There was a slight breeze in the afternoon, blowing the spanish moss on that lone tree in the field where we said again we loved each other…

I looked into his eyes, and in front of four witnesses, I said the words that bound me to him forever.

My heart, my soul melded into his, and amongst the laughter…… the inside jokes and the banter of our officiant slash roomate, The Reverand Hoard, while my best friend that I named my brother and his mother who has accepted me as a surrogate daughter going on seven years now looked on, and our other roommate who we’ve dubbed our surrogate son videotaped our vows and antics…… there was meaning, there was purpose. Jason, my love, my life, became mine, and I his in the eyes of God, and the world, and I gained a new identity.

I have shed my old life, my old unfortunate love stories, and my surname, to move on with the life that I have come to know as truth and love and comfort with my husband. I married the man I always dreamed of but never thought I deserved and now my identity is not lost but newfound.

Awhile before we even met, I thought I may lose who I am by giving up my last name if ever I were to marry, I thought that maybe it would’ve been another thing stealing a part of me, but now that it’s happened, I am happy to share the last name of the man I love. To honor his family by accepting them into mine and recognizing the joining of our lives from two paths to one.

I am officially a Kopera. The elite group of people that are just as crazy wonderful as my own family. Who would have thought I’d ever fit in with another family so well!!!

So for all of my readers who are shocked by our sudden nuptials, be not afraid! We are going to have an actual wedding (it may not be tradtitional but still) but not until after we know what’s going on with the impending deployment. With all of the training and field work that Jason and his unit are doing in the months ahead, it will be impossible to plan a wedding before deployment. The schedule and the situation is too volatile and would most certainly turn into a disaster. Plus our family members are all up north, so it makes no sense to try and make them travel here, especially with a waivering time period. So instead of wait to be married, we did it now, for the fact that we love each other very much, we know that were going to get married in the future, and nothing was going to change that, and because we needed to take care of the legal aspects to help us through the deployment and to help us in planning our wedding etc.

That said, we do have some photos They aren’t professional but they document the happiest day of our lives thus far and that’s enough for me. Hope you enjoy these!

With Lots of Love and Happiness!

Kymlee & Jason Kopera

 

Health: A Mindset of Consciousness

I wanted to write another post reagrding health, as I just previously addressed my physical fitness, but I wanted to really elaborate on my mindset as of late…

Health. Something we always have in the back of our minds, but most of us don’t pay it any attention until something happens and suddenly our health is in question. We consistantly put things in our bodies that are not supposed to be there and then wonder why it is that we feel like shit, and we’re obese and have no energy etc etc. This world of instant gratification enabled us to cripple ourselves by order of convenience. It’s a sad thing. In survival, the majority of us would never survive on our own if left without the modern day conveniences that we all use, such as supermarkets, electronic items, fast food restaurants, internet, blah blah blah.

I’m going to give you some personal insight into my life pertaining to health.

For years I’ve struggled with heart issues, or what I was led to believe were heart issues. Since my preteen youth I’ve been experiencing Chest Pain, shortness of breath, dizziness, easy bruising, excessive fatigue, poor appetite, depression, mood swings, inconsistant sleep patterns, severe migraines, etc etc. I’ve been to numerous doctors, cardiologists, neurologists, you name it. I’ve had sleep studies, I’ve worn numerous heart monitors and I’ve done EKG’s and echocardiograms. I’ve been put on freaking BETA BLOCKERS as a teenager without an actual diagnosis.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’ve been put on Zoloft to release more ceratonin in my brain, which actually caused more harm than good. All medications that I have ever been given short of antibiotics I have actually taken myself off of completely because they were wrong in my body and I felt it. When I took myself off of Zoloft my headaches actually stopped for a good 6 months. I took the beta blockers for approx. two weeks and because they had such an adverse effect on me I stopped taking them. No change in the heart pain either during or after. Health has always been one big question mark for me. I’ve reached this point in my life where I just want to be completely healthy in all areas of my life. Physically and emotionally. I’m frusterated because I never get a difinitive answer.

4 days ago, I was officially diagnosed with Fibromyalgia. Here’s my issue with this diagnosis, I have friends who ligitimately have Fibromyalgia, even one of my blogger friends on this very site, who struggle with this disorder and yes, I do share some of these symptoms with those who have Fibro, but I know that I don’t have it. I feel it, I know something is wrong in my body and no one will listen to me because I’m a 24 year old female with ok lab tests that are seemingly normal. After doing more research on Fibromyalgia, I’ve learned that it is an exclusionary diagnosis in many cases. While there are individuals who actually do live and breath this disorder, there are many who are wrongly diagnosed because their doctors simply don’t want to do the tests that would find the real problem. A large percentage of persons diagnosed with Fibro were found years later to actually have advanced Lyme disease, also Rheumatoid Arthritis, or other problems that go unchecked and untreated for years.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My doctor put me on Lyrica as a trial to see if it would help. So far I actually think I’m having an adverse reaction to the drug. She only gave me a low dosage of 75mgs that I’m supposed to take 2 times a day. In the 4 days I’ve taken it, I’ve only been able to take one pill per day, and I’m literally feeling horrible. My throat is tight, I’m completely off balance, almost fell over today actually, I’m so dizzy and nauseous, and my heart is beating faster and I feel drugged. I’m calling her tomorrow and telling her I’m not taking it anymore. Firstly I’m not going to medicate myself for the rest of my life with something that makes me feel worse than  I did before. I’d rather live with the pain and symptoms anyday. I’m also kind of against meds unless they are completely necessary for everyday living. I’m sure Lyrica helps some people, but not me. I don’t even take Motrin if I can help it. I have a problem with putting un-natural substances in my system. It took me awhile of research before I decided I would take that thermogenic I talked about in my last post.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My good friend TimeThief is a victim of this condition and she has been a heaven sent angel of information. She shares a lot of her research and updates about Fibromyalgia on her blog.

Read one of her posts here

http://thistimethisspace.com/2009/09/28/fibromyalgia-what-it-is-and-what-it-isnt/

and a link to all her posts about Fibromyalgia here

http://thistimethisspace.com/fibromyalgia-featured-posts/

I am emotionally and physically struggling with this diagnosis because even I cannot be entirely sure that I don’t fall under this category, but with my seemingly infinite craving for a finite answer, I cannot accept that there is no stop to what I’m going through. So in addition to my physical well  being, I am also attending counselling soon to promote my emotional health. No one I’ve talked to in my life really understands the pain I feel and the frustration level I am at now. For almost 15 years of my life I have had no relief and it’s taken it’s toll on my body, my mind and my spirit.

Yes…Kymlee, the forever optomist, is discouraged.

I do have the strength to get up and challenge the challenges I’ve faced, and to come out okay on the other side, but yes… I’m human and I do feel down sometimes just like the rest of the world. This is why especially right now, I am so focused on my personal health, and I think it’s important for me to share with everyonem that you should really take a look at your lives and really truly understand that your health is worth it’s weight in gold.

Treasure your bodies, don’t mistreat them. They carry you through such a long, and difficult life and to not take care of your body is only doing yourself a disservice. Be healthy, Be well in your mind and your physical selves. Take care to not push yourselves in the back of your mind because you don’t belong there, you belong in the front, where you can observe and tweak as needed.

Thanks for stopping by everyone, I love you all and wish you happiness. Cherish life.

With love,

Kymlee

The death of laziness

OKAY, so for like… 15 years, I’ve been  incredibly lazy and I blame my genetics! For so many years I’ve been able to get away with having a nice figure without working for it, and basically eating whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted without any adverse effect. Now, just shy of my 25th birthday, all of those bad habits have caught up with me.

I plateau’d at 150 lbs for about 4-5 years, in my 5’7″ hourglass frame, proportioned just right. Now… I’m still proportionate, thank god, but I have been steadily rising in the 180 lbs area. This is literally the biggest I’ve ever been. You know, I don’t think I would mind as much if I felt healthy.

I feel like absolute crap!

Funny thing is, I don’t even eat the garbage that I used to eat. I prefer home cooked meals now, and normally, the largest meal I eat is dinner, which isn’t really that big, I get so full so fast. My caloric intake versus my output in even daily activities is actually really not bad at all. I always put out more than I put in, but somehow I’m still gaining weight. I’ve been having some pretty serious health issues my whole life, and now they’re getting worse, so I’ve been doing much more testing and bloodwork to try and pin down the problem. I think I’m gaining some of the weight due to something in my body, because it just doesn’t make any sense that I am gaining so much with little input.

Anywho, back to the laziness… in the excersise area, I’ve always been lacking because basically, I’ve never enjoyed sweating like a pig or running and feeling like my ovaries are being ripped out of my body. The best workout for me was always hiking or dancing. I never did anything regularly though, and it is only to my disadvantage. So in the last 2 weeks, I’ve started a new workout routine. My goal is to get down to my healthy 145-150 lbs weight, with great core strength and ENDURANCE. It’s not about getting ripped for me, it’s about being healthy and being able to SURVIVE because you never know what is going to happen. I don’t want to be the fat chick who got left behind as a meal in the zombie apocalypse folks. Not this chick.  I want to maintain my hourglass figure, because lets be serious, I’m never going to be a stick, and I really love my curves! I’d love to look like one of my muse’s… the lovely Dita Von Teese.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…So in order to get toned up and slimmed down like Ms. Von Teese,  I have been doing Zumba  while taking this awesome Thermogenic weight loss supplement called OxyElite Pro  (and no I am not being paid by either party, I just linked up because I should give credit where it’s due…)

Firstly… Zumba is freaking amazing. I LOVE to dance, so I’ve been seeing the ads for this program on their infomercials, and everyone’s been raving about the classes, so ya… I was browsing craigslist one night and found that one of the Army wives was selling her kit for like 40 bucks. So my wonderful fiance Jason, knowing how badly I wanted it, goes and buys it for me! (wewt!) A month prior to this, I went out and bought that OxyElite Pro stuff, about a months worth, on reccomendation by my brother who’s been using is for like a year now with AMAZING results. They’re pricey, but worth it in my honest opinion. 30 days supply is 45 bucks and change at GNC.

 

 

My girl Becky and I started doing the Zumba program together, (and I will say it is much more motivating to have a partner to keep you on the regular routine.) I love love love love love it and I’m already starting to feel better. Don’t get me wrong, my energy still isn’t where it needs to be, I’m exhausted all the time, but I think it’s a health problem with whatever is going on with me. That OxyElite Pro stuff actually gives me this AWESOME energy boost to get me through the workout. If you want to read some reviews about it, check out bodybuilding.com because that’s the place I found the most variety in good, bad and indifferent true reviews of OEP in general.

 

 

 

I’m going to try and update my stats at least once a month on the blog, hopefully with photos, and once a week on my social networking sites. I think this will help me stick to my plan, because let’s face it, when you’re lazy, it’s so easy to just fall back into the same lifestyle you’ve been living. So now my darling readers, I’m asking you to hold me accountable just as much as I expect it from myself. Health, in this world of obesity and lack of care for one’s self, is so important, for yourselves in your personal lives, and to share as a message to everyone else. We need to inspire the world to expect more from themselves by standing up and taking charge of our own lives in every single facet.

 

STATS:

5 Feet 7 Inches

184.2 lbs

Hips: 44 inches

Waist: 30 inches

Chest: 37 inches

PHOTO of me on 8/13/2011:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thank you everyone for the support and love as I change my life for the better. Hope this is an inspiration for some of you to do the same.

With excited ambition whilst I toss the lazy me aside,

Kymlee

I never thought I’d get to say…

I am officially forever off the market. That’s right, yours truly is getting MARRIED!

Marriage… something I always considered taboo, didn’t think it was for me, didn’t think I’d ever find that kind of love in my life. You all know the story of Jason and I…  if not, read here:  My New Life 2011

okay now for the juicy details.

So Jay and I have this crazy love for old styles, like anywhere from the 20s to the 40s. So we had been searching everywhere for a cool place to go that was themed as such. Lo and Behold, we found this really cool 1920s speakeasy right in Savannah GA called “The House of Mata Hari’s” which is super secret because they kept true to the prohibition era secrecy of a real speakeasy. You can only get in to this place if ONE you have a key, two you get invited by a member who has a key. The address and the phone number are NOT listed anywhere on the internet. It took me weeks of digging and asking around to actually obtain an invite to this place, but we lucked out and got a personal invite the day that we wanted to go. (Last night actually, saturday the 30th)

So we get all jacked up in rented costumes from acme costumes, so he looks like a legit gangster and I got a flapper outfit, and we went to the speakeasy. We had another couple, our good friends, with us as well. So we have some drinks, listen to the live jazz singers and are thoroughly enjoying the atmosphere, and then Jason looks at me, and says ” Kymlee, I love you so much. This night is kind of a special night,” and then he gets down on one knee ( in front of everyone!)  and pulls out a small white box and I’m like WHAT!! Meanwhile our friends are taking video of me freaking out!

Needless to say, I said yes. The coolest part of this whole thing, is Jason and I had already planned on getting married, but I thought we weren’t going to do any of the fancy things, I figured we’d just end up picking out rings and then eventually announce it to everyone. I never get surprised (because I’m generally really hard to surprise) but man, I should have known better. He completely caught me off guard and I’m so happy that I was able to have that experience. I was smiling so hard my cheeks almost stayed that way! So here’s some photos

The ring… it’s perfect. Exactly what I wanted. A solitaire marquise cut on a white gold band. Perfect size and color/clarity… He really did his research!

This is us at The House of Mata Hari’s last night, with his celebratory cigar and classic martini. Such a great night.

So I’m so excited to be able to share the news with you all, and I will keep you updated on the wedding planning as we go, because it will most definitely be a DIY romantic affair. I am so glad that we can share our journey with you all. We are definite proof that love does happen, and always…. in the right time.

With love and great joy,

Kymlee

Walls: A Kymlee Original

I wrote another song folks, so cutting to the chase, here’s ny new song. Lyrics below. Hope y’all like it

Play it on my ReverbNation:

http://www.reverbnation.com/#!/artist/song_details/9620799

Walls
by Kymlee Murphy
copyright 2011

Didn’t I tell you?
Didn’t I tell you that I won’t leave?
Haven’t I been good, baby?
Showed you how strong I can be,
for you…for me?

Oh I’ve been so different
Because you’re my one.
I tried to get into your fortress
And now I’m just asking for entry!

Break your walls
Let me, break your walls down
Break these walls
Let me mend what your hiding from?

You tell me you want me
Until the end of time
But how can you expect me not to pry
When I love all that you are, even the parts that you hide!

Oh I’ve been so different
Because you’re my one.
I tried so hard to get into your fortress
And I’m asking for entry, just asking for entry!

Break your walls
Let me, break your walls down
Break these walls
Let me mend what your hiding from?

Break your walls
Break your walls
Break your walls
We all have walls
We all have walls….

Break our walls
Let us, break our walls down
Break these walls
Let us mend, what we’re hiding from

Let us mend…what we’re hiding from….

Let us mend…what we’re all hiding from….

With Love,

Kymlee

The Truth About Superheroes

While I was driving home from running errands a few days ago, I thought about what it means to be a superhero. Usually it requires a special, beyond the norm kind of ability. Something that sets the individual apart from the rest of humanity. The idea being that this individual would be able to use said ability to protect, to serve, and all of that good stuff.

Then I thought… how already incredible is the human race? Since the first memory of man, we have been doing amazing things. Communicating, both verbally and non-verbally, adapting, changing, knowing what to do next without knowing what to do next. Instinctively acting, protecting, scavenging, just plain living. Modern day we are constantly moving forward with the tide.  Think about it, how many things can we think about in a day, and manage them in our minds and yet we’re still able to be productive? How many of us have areas in which we are stronger? Intuitively, physically, logically, emotionally, and then the culmination of those who are all or several of these things. The human mind is completely and utterly a source of power that is beyond the scope of our understanding, yet we are able to utilize it anyways! If that is not a feat of unmatched awesomeness well, I don’t know what else is.

What I want to know is how did we miss this? How did we not realize that we get up and stare superheroes in the face everyday? That human beings are not weak no matter how fragile life is. We are a body full of electric power, energy, and untapped resources. Everyday we fail to realize that we have met our potential by just being alive. We waste away thinking we need to be saved, or worse, we don’t pay attention and we waste the strengths we have.

I am a superhero, I don’t need a cape or a mask. I am a force to be reckoned with, a motivating vessel of life. You and I are all of these things and something beyond words. We are so much more than we give ourselves credit for. Wake up and look yourself in the mirror, see the fantastical creature you are. Meant for greatness, meant for an amazing life.

With love,

Kymlee