tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40508669150046794052024-03-05T08:53:18.198-08:00Creative OutletKell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573713216550169515noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050866915004679405.post-27885706455367185362013-10-15T16:53:00.000-07:002013-10-15T16:53:28.217-07:00Artistic Endeavors<div class="MsoNormal">
We are all artists, even if you claim to not have an
artistic bone in your body. You do –
it’s there. Perhaps you’re
underestimating your own creativity. </div>
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I can’t
paint. I draw only stick figures. When I try to dance it’s not pretty. However, from a very early age I loved music
and would frequently burst out in song.
Then, in my teen years, I discovered the fulfillment of writing. Arranging words together in a way that both
inspires and describes makes me feel productive and important. A few years ago, I tried making jewelry – a
venture that now garners me compliments and holiday gift requests.</div>
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While I
embrace all of the artistic ventures listed above, there are many people I know
whom frequently say, “I wish I was creative like that.” I do my utmost to convince them that they
are artistic and there must be something creative they do. Please don’t ever believe that you are not
talented. For you are, indeed! The first step is believing that to be
true. Give your creative interests
credence. Do you enjoy cooking? Take a culinary class. Have you always been fascinated by sculpted
art? Volunteer at a museum. Maybe you
love supernatural-themed books and movies?
Ever tried writing one yourself?
You’re probably well versed in that genre to understand the terminology
and style.</div>
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Plenty of
people enjoy music but can’t hold a note.
That shouldn’t stop them from immersing themselves in that world. Start an open-mic night at your restaurant
or get a part-time job helping out at a concert venue. If you grew up fascinated by the lure of the
theatre but are too introverted to ever perform on stage, volunteer to be an
usher at your local county theatre. Or,
start a blog that details your favorite shows and other interesting facts about
the industry.</div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> The
point being, be creative! We all have
interests that make us smile just thinking about them. Even if you can’t financially afford to
pursue an artistic career, find a creative outlet that lets your spirit soar!</span>Kell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573713216550169515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050866915004679405.post-62743719188937136292013-04-20T12:16:00.000-07:002013-04-20T12:16:21.188-07:00Writing with Respect and Care
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">To assume that it is acceptable behavior to call people
names, threaten or even berate another person simply because you didn’t like
what they did or said…who does that help?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>No, really – I want to know!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Because it certainly doesn’t help the person you’re writing to nor does
it benefit you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It keeps you wrapped
tight in displeasure, negativity and bitterness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You may think that by sending a complaint
letter filled with your rambling unhappiness you are cleansing your spirit of
the issue.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I suggest a different
perspective.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Until you use your words to
offer insight, thoughtful discussion and concern for more than yourself then
you remain stagnant in your personal and spiritual development.</span></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Understand that we are all on a journey; we’re just moving
at a different pace than our family, friends and neighbors.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some of us remain stuck in prejudice, hate
and violence while others have learned that compassion, respect and
unconditional love make the world better for us all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The successes of one group of individuals
doesn’t constitute misery for another.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Instead, it should offer hope and inspiration that we can achieve the
same level of success.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My income is nowhere near that of professional
athletes or entertainers, but I don’t begrudge them the money and/or success
they’ve obtained.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I see
possibility.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Instead of asking why they
make more than me I wonder “How I can improve my own situation?”</span></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Does it make me furious to read letters filled with
vitriol?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Absolutely, but I pause and
consider that the individual is dealing with issues of their own and perhaps
they can’t see passed their own struggles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It’s understandable, but not excusable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Be aware that the words you choose matter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How you phrase them matters.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your intention in writing them…matters!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Choose to move us forward, not back and you just
may find that the situation gets a little better by just looking at it with a
more compassionate set of eyes.</span></div>
Kell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573713216550169515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050866915004679405.post-67280453787825157552013-04-15T19:06:00.000-07:002013-04-15T19:06:18.596-07:00The Choices We Make<div style="text-align: center;">
<strong><em>To those that choose hate, I wish you love.</em></strong></div>
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<strong><em>To those who choose anger, I wish you calm.</em></strong></div>
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<strong><em>To those that choose retribution, I wish you find the healing power of forgiveness.</em></strong></div>
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<strong><em>To those that choose violence, I wish you awareness of the damage it'll cause.</em></strong></div>
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You have a choice. We all do - each moment of every day. Choose love for yourself and others. Choose to find understanding in the midst of confusion. Choose friendship in lieu of a solitary existence. Choose progress instead of a stagnant life. Choose hope instead of despair. Choose a non-violent response instead of harm to yourself or your fellow spirits. Live a life full of unconditional love and understand that we all have a choice.<br />
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I seek answers to even the most difficult of questions. Even though I'm disgusted and heart-broken when others cause unspeakable violence I choose to ask the why's and the how's. Why would anyone make such a deplorable and soul-damaging choice? How can we move forward so that we overpower the hatred with unconditional love?<br />
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Call it religion. Call it spirituality. Call it naïve or weak. Call my viewpoint what you will, but I will continue on making these choices. Because maybe, just maybe, someone finds comfort, inspiration or hope in what I write.Kell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573713216550169515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050866915004679405.post-73636038117045480062013-04-05T09:07:00.000-07:002013-04-11T17:03:04.970-07:00The "Magic" of Catholicism<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I never thought religion to be a dirty word, but it has
become such.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By the very people who
claim to hold fast to its value.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They
use it as a shield, as an excuse and even as a reason for their choices.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Good or bad, mind you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’ve spent many years on both sides of that coin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Making what the general public would deem to
be good choices due to what was expected/taught from the religious sect that I
belonged to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And also, struggling to do
what I believe is right and just even though it veers from the teachings
engrained in my being.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So, I distanced myself from the Catholic Church.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not necessarily from Catholicism, but from
the organization that enforces its rules.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Overall, there are so many aspects of this religion that I find
inspiring, motivating and spirituality progressive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, it’s the key issues where we
disagree and as such, I could no longer continue on that path.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In good conscience, that is.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My view of Catholicism may seem rather counterintuitive to
their structure but it is nonetheless.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
loved the mysticism, the beauty, the magic of it all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The idea that there were spiritual beings
that could appear before you, unseen to anyone else.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That Jesus could perform miracles, angels could
offer support and comfort, and saints could put in a good word for you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I absorbed the idea of hope, of treating
others with unconditional love and respect.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Of believing in the goodness of my neighbors and trusting that by
believing strongly enough all would turn out right.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I must stop here for a moment and state that I have NOT read
the Bible in full.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can’t quote
chapters to support my statements or counter the church’s teachings with
readings that they appear to twist to their own advantage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This writing exercise is intended to express
how Catholicism impacted (and continues to impact) my life today.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What I seek to impart is my own point of view
because perhaps others may share it or find a new perspective on a long-held
belief.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I went to Mass every week, said my prayers diligently, took
all the applicable sacraments and embraced the title of “Catholic”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I linked my faith with the choices I made,
with the personality traits that I celebrated in myself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Goodness, kindness, forgiveness and hope.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But there was always a disconnect between my
faith and religion when it came to the strongest of my positive attributes –
open-mindedness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Catholicism re-enforced the idea of unconditional love for
all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That love was more powerful than
hate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To not pass judgment on
others.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To live life to the best of my
ability and that those qualities that Jesus promoted would shine through me as
an example.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But as I got into my young
adult years I started to pay closer attention to what was being asked of me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I admired, praised and worshipped the woman
known as the “Blessed Mother”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A woman
depicted as kind, nurturing, supportive and full of forgiveness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her presence in the Catholic Church is
everywhere.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’s valued.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Given a prominent place of importance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yet I wondered why women were treated on such
an inferior level as men.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To my
recollection, and the teachings I can recall, Jesus respected and valued
women.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He lifted them up instead of
knocking them down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So why not recognize
the many gifts that the female sex has to offer in the development of your
faith?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’m not going to rant about the fact that women are not
permitted to be priests or that reading options for Catholic wedding ceremonies
are about cattle and belonging to a man.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Instead, I pose the following question…are your interpretations of the
Bible stifling spiritual progression?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
am proud to be a woman of kindness, compassion, grace and hope.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I welcome those aspects of myself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But at the same time I also have in-depth
questions that need answered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am a woman stuck between two worlds.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Between the idea of a pure, virginal,
compassionate young lady and the one who experienced significant physical
connections.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I struggled with what I
considered to be angelic and pure with the physical needs that seemed natural.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I became incredibly embarrassed when members
of the opposite sex showed any kind of interest in me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I doubted my beauty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I saw a young lady who was pretty but not
gorgeous, angelic not sexy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It plagued
me to know the church only promoted one aspect of womanhood.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That we were to suppress those natural
urges.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That being proud of your body,
acknowledging the physical needs and expressing them were not only wrong but
against Jesus’ teaching.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Those beliefs affected so much of my life and how I viewed
myself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I embraced the part of myself
that’s entrenched in beauty, grace and compassion.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t doubt for a moment that those
qualities are beneficial to the greater good, but when I started acknowledging
the woman within my spirituality flourished in a way it never had before.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I felt connected to my body, my mind, my
spirit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Most importantly, I was
connected to God on a deeper and more profound level.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I don’t intend to imply that young girls should start
sleeping with everyone they come into contact with or act on all of their
sexual urges.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Where we run into trouble
is not acknowledging our feelings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Right
or wrong, admit they exist.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then make
choices that move you forward, not back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>This is where I believe the church could use some assistance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You teach women to abstain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To save themselves until marriage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To stifle those feminine urges and wait until
God has chosen your marriage partner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Only then is it acceptable to embrace your sexuality.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That is…as long as your partner is of a
different gender. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>More on that in a
later post.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then, if a woman does “sin”
it’s up to man to absolve her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the
way that Jesus welcomed Mary Magdalene with open arms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A woman viewed by others as a prostitute and
a sinner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s God-like for the Church
to welcome sinners back into the fold.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But I question whether that was necessary to begin with.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Besides, my view of Mary Magdalene differs
significantly from the teachings of the Catholic Church.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Male or female, adult or child, young or old…we are all on a
spiritual journey.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We all struggle to
intertwine both the good and bad within.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I am still searching for a religious organization that benefits me on a
spiritual level.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hope to find one but
that won’t stop me from continuing to balance the emotional strength of Mother
Mary with the woman called Mary Magdalena.</span></div>
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Late in my 5th grade school year I developed chicken pox and had to remain home during the last week of school. My dear friends surprised me with the amazing creation you see posted above. A hand-made "Get Well Soon" card signed by my friends, classmates and teachers. Twenty-five years later I still smile broadly when I think of how thoughtful of a gift that was.</div>
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I was fortunate to grow up in a suburban neighborhood where there were a good number of kids my own age. We formed our friendships early on and grew to include new members, when applicable. We were a diverse group, of various family structure backgrounds and personality types. Our differences made our friendships unique; both individually and as a group. <br />
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We spent our time after school and before bedtime riding our bikes at the school or in the woods at the "dead end". Imagination was our best friend, in a time when we were more excited to play Barbies, create scenarios and pretend. Who needed video games? We made our own fun!<br />
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The friendships formed during those years made my childhood full of laughter, unconditional support and understanding. My life was full. As we grew we ventured down different paths and thanks to the social media age we've been able to reconnect. I am incredibly honored to have had such wonderful friends during my childhood and hope that their children are just as fortunate!Kell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573713216550169515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050866915004679405.post-2281839629176593992012-12-15T08:37:00.002-08:002012-12-15T08:37:55.631-08:00Choose to heal"So that a tragedy like this never happens again."<br />
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How many times have we heard this declaration? And yet tragedies continue. They will until we address the problem on a deeper level.<br />
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As much as I abhor guns and violence of any kind I can not pull all the blame on those issues. And trust me, I want to. Because that would make it easier. Would mean we'd have someone or something else to blame. We'd have an outlet to voice our concerns, frustrations, anger and deep sadness. But we'd be neglecting an even more important and critical part of the problems - our actions.<br />
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Choice. Every single moment of every single day we get to to choose. Whether the choice is what to wear that day or deciding to enact your rage with violence we still get to choose. And because we have that ability we also have the responsibility, to not only our community but ourselves, to make the choice that's rooted in unwavering love and respect.<br />
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You're in pain. You're angry. You're fed up with being mistreated. You're tired of being ignored. Fine, I get that. I can understand your pain. I hurt for you. But you still have a choice to make. AS someone who battled a form of mental illness I felt pain. I felt alone. I felt unheard. But I CHOOSE to channel those feelings through art. I took pencil to notebook and wrote feverishly of all that I couldn't vocalize. I listened to inspiring and motivating songs and sang along in my bedroom and with the windows down in my car. I found outlets that helped me express my issues in a constructive and creative manner.<br />
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We're all dealing with pain on some level. Sometimes it's so debilitating that you just want others to understand. Truly understand. But choosing to bring harm to another living being does irreparable damage to so many others, yourself included. You have a choice each and every moment. Choose respect for all living beings. Choose respect for yourself. Move us all forward instead of taking the choice away from us.Kell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573713216550169515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050866915004679405.post-54888950343985532852012-09-18T07:47:00.004-07:002012-09-18T07:47:54.967-07:00How depressing!I attempted suicide when I was 15 years old. Do I have your attention now?<br />
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Depression is a debilitating disease that sucks you in so deep that at times you can't even recognize yourself. I spent most of my adolescent and young adult life struggling with my inner workings. Wrapped in a cocoon of sadness and apathy. I can completely understand how someone who hasn't witnessed or experienced depression first-hand can say, "Why didn't you just get over it?" or "Stop being overdramatic!" But when you're in that moment of despair, when everything around you seems meaningless you are not concerned with other people. Your thoughts are single-minded...MAKE IT STOP! Please make all the pain go away. Why can't I just be happy? Why does everything need to be so hard? You become absorbed in your own perceived failings and overwhelmed at all the work that must be done to achieve any semblance of success.<br />
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But I write this post today for two reasons; first, to tell those who may be battling depression that there IS a light at the end of that tunnel even if it doesn't seem possible right now. You hold on! And second, to offer family and friends a little insight into the workings of depression and why this disease is so much more than about not being able to deal with life. It's the overwhelming realization that you ARE living.<br />
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Perhaps that may be an odd statement to make...that the mere fact of being alive contributes to someone becoming depressed. I am not an expert. I have not studied psychology, sociology or any other kind of -ology pertaining to the mind. But, my experiences and insights have provided me with a window into a deeper understanding of my spirituality. And it is from that perspective in which I write this post.<br />
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For as long as I can recall there's been this resounding idea that there's so much more to living than day to day experiences. That we focus on all that must be done in order to pay bills, take care of our family and provide shelter over our heads. But when the time came for me to start focusing more on those aspects of life I found living more difficult. It was inconsequential to me whether I cleaned my room or helped my parents with chores around the house. How could that possibly be more important than nourishing that which fulfilled me on a spiritual level? Like music, television shows, films, musicals or spending time with friends. At least, that's what I thought at the time.<br />
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All of the earthly responsibilities overwhelmed my yearning for something deeper, something more meaningful and something that actually had purpose. I no longer consider myself a religious individual. I don't practice any particular faith, but I do have a deep belief in those who seek to make the world better through civility, kindness, and open-minded perspectives. For such a long time the world around me couldn't live up to the knowledge of a spiritual world. Why would I want to live here when "eternal life" or a similar existence was possible and attainable?<br />
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I could not grasp hold of the idea that my goal was to make Heaven right here on Earth. That through my actions, words and choices I was not only growing in my own spirituality but perhaps helping someone else as they struggled with theirs. If I had succumbed to all the misery, sadness and unhappiness then there would've been so many missed experiences. Like the marriages of my sisters and friends plus the birth of my niece and nephews. <br />
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When I finally realized that I need to find a balance between earthly activities that keep us progressing and a spirituality that needs to be consistently pampered then my life turned <span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: black;">around</span>. But none of that would've been possible if I hadn't made a conscious choice to continue living.<br />
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<strong><em><span style="background-color: white; color: blue;">If you or someone you know is battling depression and contemplating suicide, please do not hesitate in seeking help. Visit the National Alliance on Mental Illness (</span></em></strong><a href="http://www.nami.org/"><strong><em><span style="background-color: white; color: blue;">http://www.nami.org/</span></em></strong></a><strong><em><span style="background-color: white; color: blue;">) for more information!</span></em></strong><br />
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All the best,<br />
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<br />Kell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573713216550169515noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050866915004679405.post-13259556575562366932012-08-13T11:19:00.000-07:002012-12-16T11:25:59.316-08:00TV snobTelevision show snobbery does exist; and I knowingly partake in this particular sort of bias.<br />
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My criteria for a great TV show differs from those who have a say in the industry's nominations. I don't follow the norm, or watch a certain program because it's the "must-see" program. The shows I spend time watching on a regular basis are ones that move me in some way. At times, it's the characters who are so interesting, complex and identifiable that I can't help but be invested in following their story. Other times, the ingenious writing and story idea inspires me on a creative level; creating an underlying level of respect for those involved.<br />
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I tend to disagree with award show nominations when it comes to the television and film industry. The ones the critics praise may be of extraordinary talent but most of them I've never watched nor cared to. I'll admit there's even a little bit of stubbornness too; if you tell me something's great and I don't see what all the fuss is about I'm less likely to tune in!<br />
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Here's just a few of the shows (both currently on the air and ones that have left an indelible impression) that didn't receive award recognition but have not only my appreciation and praise but that of so many others...<br />
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<li>"Buffy the Vampire Slayer" - Well written, brilliantly acted and full of depth and creative inspiration. The title may leave you saying, "Um, no thank you" but you'd be missing out on incredible television programming. This show had everything I believed a great program should...strong, complex characters, witty dialogue, innovative storytelling and consistent excellence in their medium. </li>
<li>"NCIS" - Still putting out new episodes, this unconventional drama series doesn't fit into the mold of the standard cop, lawyer, hospital themed programs. The interaction of the characters, witty dialogue and interspersing of comedy elements make this one show I look forward to watching each week. The most disappointing part of "NCIS" not receiving it's due critical praise is the exceptional talent of it's actors. Performers who balance both drama and comedy equally well; without coming off cliche or one dimensional.</li>
<li>"Smash" - The first time I saw a preview for this show I knew without question I'd be tuning in! It stars Katherine McPhee (who I voted for in "American Idol"), Megan Hilty (who I read great things about in the Broadway world), Christina Borle (who I saw in "Spamalot" and "Legally Blonde; the musical") and the brilliant Debra Messing (the "Sound of Music" singalong episode from "Will & Grace" is still my all-time favorite). A musical theatre fan at heart of course I'd be watching with anticipation. And I wasn't disappointed. The episodes kept getting better and better and I watched thinking "I can absolutely see Katherine McPhee and Megan Hilty getting award nominations for their work." Alas, while the Primetime Emmys recognized the show's achievement in choreography, music and guest acting neither Kat's nor Megan's name was among the nominees.</li>
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There are plenty of other television programs that I enjoy watching for the sheer entertainment factor. I support shows that take me throw a gamut of emotions; often times during the same episode. I root for the characters, look forward to the next episode and in a world full of watching shows whenever you feel like I relish the anticipation of waiting to see what happens next! <br />
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For example, I’m an entertainment girl. Through and through. With every fiber of my being, every beat of my heart and every molecule of my aura I am an artist. I sing. I write. I adore musical theatre. I will willingly choose sitting down and watching a TV show rather than read a book. I relish the enjoyment, artistry and creative stimulation these forms of entertainment bring to my life. For so long I devalued them. I believed the generalizations from others that my affinity for these types of superficial interests held no merit for a career, or any other long-term life planning. And so, I chose a different path despite the ache inside that yearned for me to listen to the artist within. <br />
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I hate money. I do. Really! Okay, so maybe I’m being slightly overdramatic. What can I say? I am a daytime drama fan. But seriously, issues of financial stability have plagued me since my high school years. Finding a career path that led to a stable future was promoted in lieu of being emotionally, spiritually and mindfully fulfilled? I listened to the opinions freely offered informing me that sometimes you had to take a job to earn money even though you may not like it. Who needs to be happy in what they do anyway? At least you’re bringing in money, right? Even as a teenager I knew there was something flawed in that line of thinking. Why would anyone willingly choose such misery? How is that productive? If, in fact, we only have one life to live (told you I was a soap fan) then why spend so much time and energy in a path so cut off from what you truly desire?<br />
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I've been on both ends of those extremes and I've been much happier pursuing that which brings me happiness, fulfillment and excitement. When I stopped being so wrapped up in the negativity of "I'll never be a professional writer" I found ways to write simply for myself. And eventually when I followed my instincts I opened myself up to new opportunities; including employment as a writer!<br />
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I spent way too much time being upset, frustrated and miserable but that was of my own choosing. I choose now to embrace my creative interests and their importance in my life. Because after all, it's up to me to fill my own glass!Kell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573713216550169515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050866915004679405.post-655620571962132542012-08-10T09:41:00.000-07:002012-08-10T09:41:24.588-07:00Ne-SHAME-iny<strong>**DISCLAIMER: </strong><em>In today's society you need to state the obvious...my opinions, viewpoints and comments are my own. They do not reflect the opinions of anyone other than myself. If you disagree with any of the following then I welcome your respectful, intelligent and constructive feedback.</em><strong>**</strong><br />
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Neshaminy School Board, how you disappoint me. Let me count the ways!<br />
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<li>CHILDISH BEHAVIOR: Then again that's an insult to children so I'll re-phrase - Stop your whining, complaining, crossing of your arms and stomping of your feet and general malcontent. Grow up and perform the job you were elected to do without the "they started it" or "well, because I said so" responses.</li>
<li>DEFLECTION: Stop changing the subject. We're talking about the jobs of your valued employees not mere pawns in your struggle to balance a budget. Deal with the issues at hand and do so with grace, respect, dignity and complete honesty.</li>
<li>SHOW, DON'T TELL: Stop running to the press with every new development, or lack thereof. Because most of the "developments" are examples of your own stalling tactics. Halt the inclination to seek acceptance from the general public, aka taxpayers. If you focus instead on the task at hand then your actions will speak for themselves. Case in point, the recent suggestion that the negotitations be videotaped because the NFT's methods are "toxic". That may be the case but instead of reporting so to the press why not address the situation, figure out how you can improve upon it, and enact change.</li>
<li>FOLLOWING: Stop re-acting. A leader is someone who steps up in a time of need. An individual or group who seeks to unite not divide. Someone who can look at a situation, evaluate what's working and what needs improvement, communicate solutions and do it all without anger, hatred or bias.</li>
<li>JOB PERFORMANCE: Do the job you were elected to do and do it well. If you are unable to give ample amounts of your time, dedication and passion then step aside and let someone else fill that void. We all have multiple labels we live by; parents, children, volunteers, employees and bosses. I applaud your initiative in wanting to represent the Neshaminy School District but if you are unable to give it the time and attention it's due then you are not only doing a disservice to yourself but to us all.</li>
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We are all members of the Neshaminy community. So instead of lashing out at one another we need to seek a resolution now! One that's fair and built on equality, respect and value.<br />
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When parents, taxpayers and the school board unite in opposition to the educators within their district they are instigating discord. They are teaching the children that it's acceptable to treat professional as inferiors, without the right to be valued both financially and publicly for the work they do. I typically do not find merit in comparing the salaries of others but if you find it acceptable to pay a professional athlete, actor or musician a boatload of money yet have issues with paying teachers a fair salary I recommend re-evaluating your position. Is the response based on their job performance or how the result impacts you in the short term?<br />
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If any employer treated me with as much disrespect as the Neshaminy School Board has done to the teachers in their district you'd better believe I'd be standing up for myself and for the rights of my fellow co-workers! I applaud the teachers in the Neshaminy School District, whether they are actively participating in the union or struggling to figure out where they stand. The work you do matters. At least it matters to me!<br />
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All the best,<br />
KellyKell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573713216550169515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050866915004679405.post-6878443457538235192012-07-24T07:29:00.000-07:002012-07-24T07:29:59.464-07:00Great News - ies!When I was 15 years old I saw a film that would become one of my all-time favorites! And not just because it had a cast of good-looking, teenage actors. Watching "Newsies" on-screen made me smile, had me singing, and dreaming I could dance.<br />
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In a time before digital downloads and even CDs I listened to the movie's soundtrack again, and again, and again. My friend and I even used a good old fashioned tape recorder and recorded the songs while watching the movie. That way, we had the versions with the speaking parts included.<br />
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Fast-forward 20 years and now there's a stage adaptation of this entertaining story. From the moment I heard the show was opening on Broadway I knew I had to see it. I anxiously awaited news (pun intended) from the theatre websites on how the show was developing and when it would be opening. Then it got nominated for a slew of awards! Not to get all "hoity toity" but I felt a sort of pride in the show's recognition. It's an amazing story with great music and quite fitting for the stage!<br />
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For those of you who may not be familiar with "Newsies" here's a brief synopsis...In 1899, the newsboys of New York stand up and fight for their rights against mighty publishing giants, Joseph Pulitzer and William Randolph Hearst. As they find their voice (not just musically mind you) they speak for not only their fellow newsies but for the rights of children workers everywhere!<br />
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With music from the genius Alan Menken, lyrics from the exceptionally talented Jack Feldman and a book by Harvey Fierstein, this production of "Newsies" excels on many levels. From the set design to the brilliant choreography, "Newsies" lets the story lead the way. All of the pieces working together to create a powerful production. I'd be remiss not to mention the extremely gifted cast including the range of Broadway newcomers like Ben Fankhauser ("Davey") and Kara Lindsay ("Katherine"). As "Jack Kelly", Jeremy Jordan holds our attention, has us cheering him on and understanding the struggles his character faces.<br />
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The movie's worth watching, partly to see Christian Bale singing and dancing but because of the catchy music and amazing choreography from Kenny Ortega. Then, go see the show on Broadway! It'll be a couple of hours that'll leave you cheering, humming and smiling. But even more than that, there's a certain pride in what makes our country unique. Joining together to fight for a cause that we believe in. Standing up for one another even when told there's no hope. Ultimately believing that decency, equality and communication are possible!<br />
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For more information on the Broadway musical, visit <a href="http://www.newsiesthemusical.com/">www.newsiesthemusical.com</a><br />
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All the best,<br />
KellyKell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573713216550169515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050866915004679405.post-69333785284519409292012-07-18T07:10:00.000-07:002012-07-18T07:10:05.199-07:00FriendshipI'm a horrible friend. That's not a challenge or a call for compliments. It's my own realization; one I had to come to in order to progress on an emotional and spiritual level.<br />
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When it comes right down to it I'm not the one you can count on in a pinch. If I promise something I don't always deliver. It's true. Just ask my family and friends. My own interests take priority sometimes. Even as a child this was the case. I remember distinctly the day when I chose watching my soap opera instead of paying attention to my friend. That moment's ingrained in my memory.<br />
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Not to say I don't care about or support my friends; I do. I go see dance recitals and theatre performances to cheer on my artistic friends. Where there's an emergency or someone's truly struggling I'm there without hesitation or question. Because those are the moments that matter. I just don't always pay close enough attention to the little moments and how my inactions may reflect poorly on other's good opinion of me. <br />
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Sometimes, most times, I'm horrible at calling my friends back. I hate the telephone; in pretty much every situation. Really I do. I'd much rather talk face to face or in the most desirable form of communication - written form. There are some friends I haven't spoken with or seen in nearly a year primarily because I just don't call. Why? It's a cycle. I don't call them back asap then the days turn to nights and before I know it a week's gone by. Then I'm ashamed I haven't gotten back to them and am embarassed. So I put off finding out whether or not they're annoyed with me.<br />
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I don't like to disappoint people; especially family and friends. It ties me in knots just thinking that my actions may have caused hurt feelings in those I care about. I wonder what they think of me. Some, most, probably worry about me. "Have you talked to Kelly lately? I hope she's okay."<br />
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I've recently come to accept that we're defined by our actions. I can be kind, speak politely and offer advice but when I don't follow through on what I say I'm going to do then that truly speaks volumes.<br />
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All the best,<br />
KellyKell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573713216550169515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050866915004679405.post-5278625945445775852012-02-22T15:55:00.000-08:002012-02-22T15:55:25.493-08:00Taking SidesTaking sides. We all do at some point. Maybe not to an extreme but we have opinions that can sometimes lead to passionate points of view.<br />
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You’re either Pro-Choice or Pro-Life, Republican or Democrat, part of a union or the organization that holds the purse strings. Our society, in general, is a very vocal one. We don’t hold back from speaking our mind. I applaud those who don’t shy away from issues of differing opinion. What I don’t agree with is the apparent belief that inflicting verbal, physical or mental harm on someone else simply because your points of view don’t match is acceptable. It is not; in any way, shape or form. <br />
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I do not deny that I feel passionately about certain subjects. I’ve picked sides and I still do. I’ve chosen a political viewpoint that reflects the ideals I hold most precious. And there are absolutely times when I cringe when I find out a friend or colleague may be of an opposing political affiliation. But that moment passes and I’m left with the knowledge that whatever our differences may be we are fundamentally the same. We have goals, wishes, hopes, strengths and hurdles to overcome. <br />
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That’s not to say that the side we choose does not have meaning. It does. Our beliefs and actions matter to us. Otherwise we wouldn’t be so adamant and passionate about those opinions we vocalize. So to say that your political views, social interactions or position on human rights issues doesn’t somehow reflect who you are…I ask “How could it not?” The choices we make define us. Sometimes to our benefit but other times to a fault.<br />
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I tend to gravitate more to those who share my ethical, moral, religious and political ideologies. These individuals are people whose actions, beliefs and personality types inspire me and comfort me; Individuals who believe in climate change and do what they can to make a difference. Those who fight to free those imprisoned by violence, bigotry or cruelty. Community members who choose to offer support, kindness and respect even when they themselves are struggling. These are the people I admire. The ones that I feel a kinship with. <br />
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You only have to read interviews from opposing sides to realize that they appear to be on completely different worlds. They aren’t always fighting about the same issue. They aren’t anywhere near one another in understanding, respect and forward thinking. They both believe their opinion is the right one and NO ONE will dissuade them otherwise. In their minds they are correct and those who disagree – merely misguided. I suppose that’s why it’s called extreme.<br />
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What’s most perplexing, and rather disturbing, to me is the lack of communication; respectful communication. You may feel strongly about an issue whether it’s protecting the environment, child poverty or human trafficking. You get all riled up and motivated to speak your mind, desperately wanting someone else to hear what you have to say. And rightly so. Your opinion matters – and not only to you. <br />
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Our society strengthens when we, as a community, choose honest discourse. When we are able to sit across from one another and have open communication without the need to start a food fight. I’m opposed to hunting. I find it deplorable, despicable and down right cruel. But, I have family members and ancestors who partake in this activity. While I disagree vehemently with their choice of action I respect that it theirs to make. Instead of sulking, holding resentment or badmouthing them at every turn I choose to use written communication as my way of opening dialogue. All that I can’t find the words to say when face to face with controversy I can express fluidly through my writings.<br />
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My opinions, actions and writings say a great deal about that which I care about. It’s not all that defines me but it’s a pretty big part.<br />
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<br />Kell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573713216550169515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050866915004679405.post-30943276603206761432012-01-26T17:23:00.000-08:002012-01-26T17:23:05.977-08:00Academy Award time!I am delightfully pleased with the Academy Award nominations this year. I look forward to them every award season but this time more so than usual. Precisely because all of the Best Picture nominees are ones I want to see or have already seen. They're all films that I saw previews for and thought "That looks good. I'd like to see that." And trust me that is quite a rarity.<br />
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So, I highly recommend watching the Academy Awards on Sunday, February 26th 2012. Have a viewing party or curl up on your sofa in your jammies and fuzzy slippers. Or...if you're adventurous and financially able, fly out to Los Angeles and see the show from a comfy theatre seat. If you do the latter and need a travelling companion I'm volunteering!<br />
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As usual I will be hosting my own viewing party, complete with a themed menu. While I look forward to having lots of friends and family it may just be me and my immediate family. They'll come because there's free food. That's always a plus!<br />
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**Check out <a href="http://oscar.go.com/">http://oscar.go.com/</a> for loads more fun and to learn about the nominees.**<br />Kell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573713216550169515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050866915004679405.post-63929833090955470812012-01-17T15:59:00.000-08:002012-01-17T15:59:12.577-08:00A Silent Voice<br />
Working in the retail industry you learn fairly quickly that the “customer is always right”. Uh-huh, sure they are! But you nod, smile and tell them you appreciate their business. They can yell, complain and voice their opinion to anyone who’ll listen. There are those customers, you know the ones, who have no qualms whatsoever about vocalizing their opinions. They’ll rant, rave and cause a scene if that means they can make their point loud and clear.<br />
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But what about those of us who don’t shout from the rooftops, demand to see the manager or send scathing letters to the editor? We have opinions. We have a voice. We just don’t cause a ruckus like others tend to do. We take stock (not literally) of our surroundings. We pay attention to the actions of others. We listen, observe and make assessments based on what we see and hear. We have strong points of view on certain subjects like decency, respect and courtesy. If we don’t like the service we receive as a customer we’ll simply discontinue our business, without fanfare.<br />
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So, while there are many in our community who fill our editorial sections, public speaking forums and social media outlets with outspoken comments there are just as many who remain silent. And it is those individuals I wish to address today.<br />
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As someone who tries to avoid confrontation I tend to dislike controversy. If my opinion differs from the majority (which happens quite frequently as of late) I’ll take to my notebook and write feverishly all that want to say but don’t have the courage to vocalize in public. Sound familiar to anyone? I’ll get all riled up reading a newspaper article lambasting teachers and after some deep breathing exercises I’ll proceed with my day. When I hear a politician talk about stripping rights away from fellow citizens I shake my head and change the channel. But when someone negatively critiques a TV show that I love I’m immediately taking to my computer and writing well-thought out counterpoint arguments. Now, why do I hesitate on issues that hit close to home when I have no qualms making my opinion heard on entertainment topics? For one, speaking out about civil/human rights, respectful discourse, political issues and teacher negotiations means that while my opinion may be mine alone it doesn’t always stop other individuals from using my words to inflict harm on others.<br />
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I have not spoken up about my opinions on important subjects precisely because I worry that my words could be irrationally projected onto those I care about. As though they’re standing over my shoulder telling me what to type and think. Preposterous! But yet I worry. Rationally, I know that the majority of my fellow citizens understand and appreciate a person’s right to freedom of expression. But there are those who scour for reasons to cause trouble. To pick and choose your words and twist them to their own advantage. All you have to do is look at snippets from interviews with politicians and entertainers. It’s like a major cut-and-paste job. Then those whose words were misconstrued now have to scramble to explain themselves.<br />
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I like to think of this as the “witness stand” effect. You say the least possible as to not give the other person enough room to twist your words for their own benefit. But what does that say about us? I believe in a balance between freedom of expression and using your words with care. Language is an incredible way for us to communicate. It’s an art form really. Picking and choosing particular words, phrases and sentences to convey meaning and intention. Those who decide to use words to inflict harm upon others have violated the very language they so freely utilize. <br />
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And so…I implore those of you who may have very strong opinions to speak up. You may likely have resisted the desire to make your voice heard but in doing so we allow the words spoken in anger, hatred and frustration to fester within our community. Our opinions may not always be of the same viewpoint but when we choose to communicate with decency and respect then that helps further discussion and growth for us all.<br />
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<br />Kell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573713216550169515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050866915004679405.post-12486312365060953872012-01-07T05:59:00.000-08:002012-01-19T15:35:55.005-08:00A Thankless JobI am a daughter, sister and friend to those who have selected teaching as their profession of choice. I admire them. I respect them. I value them. I acquired those affections long ago; as a student in the Neshaminy School District. For fourteen years, I was immersed in education. Surrounded by educators of all different personalities, teaching styles and ages. But one thing that never changed was my appreciation and respect for them. <br />
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There was a time, not too long ago, when the education profession was viewed as valuable. The educators as hard working, dedicated individuals deserving of praise. Now, I can’t read the newspaper without someone in the community lambasting a teacher. It’s not an issue of behavior, morals, ethics or the job performance. Instead, the complaints have to do with economic strain. The strain that the school district, community, taxpayers and staff are under.<br />
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I will not deny that I am an avid supporter of teachers. And the public school system. I truly believe they are worth all they’ve been given and more. I work a 9-5 job. I don’t bring my work home with me. I don’t cut lamin on the weekends, grade papers until 9 o’clock at night or go to sports activities in support of my students. Clearly, I am very passionate about my support of the Neshaminy School District’s teachers. But one lesson that I took away from my time as a Neshaminy student was the value in communication.<br />
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In the conversations, or lack thereof, regarding teacher contract “negotiations” I’ve noticed a rather interesting omission; the student’s perspective. The issue of how working to contract or a strike will affect students is discussed fervently by those in opposition of the Neshaminy Federation of Teachers’ (NFT) position. They claim the students will suffer more than anyone. I agree, but not as you may think. What’s been neglected in the conversations, editorials and venting comments is the realization that children are aware of much more then we sometimes give them credit for. Consider the following comparison…teachers and their district’s school board are the in the midst of an ugly divorce. There’s badmouthing, blame gaming, and hurt feelings being tossed around in the presence of the children. They’re being bombarded with negativity at every turn. <br />
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When teachers are demoralized, criticized or publicly humiliated do we not realize how this affects their students? What kind of lessons are we teaching when we attempt to strip away the rights of the very people entrusted with their education? In an ever changing world, students have been put in an incredibly difficult position. What’s the message we are telling them when disrespect takes center stage? <br />
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Sometime during the aging process our society, in general, has forgotten what it was like to be a student. We’re so busy being concerned about taxes, the economy, politics, parental responsibilities and on, and on. That’s understandable. Of course, your primary concern would be the well being of your family, friends and your own interests. You need to be able to provide for your family, pay for health insurance and deal with the unforeseen issues that arise as a homeowner. There’s no doubt in my mind that you may be struggling. But while you are working through your stressors, issues and conflicts please don’t forget that so are your neighbors. The next time you are inclined to lash out at the “greedy, blood-sucking teachers” why not recall your favorite teachers instead?<br />
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And what about the other point of view? How does the school board fit into this piece? My initial reaction is a negative one but that stems from my perceived opinion on their “actions” in the midst of this contract disagreement. As a student my only concern with the school board happened when their decisions impacted my educational well-being. I attended my first meeting when they threatened to cut the music program, which meant losing our music teacher, and that was a major no-no for me and many of my classmates! Other than that, I didn’t have much opinion either way on them. They were sort of like an unforeseen puppet master who pulled the strings only now and again. <br />
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I prefer to give people the benefit of the doubt. To believe that they are doing their utmost in a given situation and truly working hard to resolve complex issues. In that vein, I must give the school board credit for the work they’ve already done. The recent political race showed me that very few have stepped forward to willingly be part of the school board. In that respect, it’s a thankless job. Sound familiar?<br />
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Instead of negotiating a contract through the media, hurdling insults and crossing arms like stubborn children why not show that you mean what you say? Meeting once a month, with no progression, isn’t doing any of us any good. This situation will only continue to escalate in vitriol until the NFT and the Neshaminy School Board realize that communication and respect are keys to resolving this issue. When they start meeting every week, stop the mud-slinging and lead by example then hopefully the negativity infecting our community will lessen.<br />
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My mother’s childhood home was torn down to put in a home improvement chain. A house that was built by her grandfather. One that was filled with love, laughter and memories. A place that died when her father did. I don’t presume to know the thoughts or opinions of those who chose to level the building but I can assume that my great-grandfather’s home was a hurdle to someone else’s economic and business needs.<br />
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I recently found a box of family photographs, some of which belonged to my maternal grandmother. In showing them to my mom for identification of people I didn’t know she would pause at each picture that displayed the house she grew up in. “I loved that fireplace,” she must’ve said at least a dozen times. “Oh, look at that ceiling. Did you find one with a shot of the cherubs?” She talked about the French doors, the family gatherings, the love she had for that place. And what once made me angry instantly made me sad.<br />
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There’s a reason that shelter is an essential part of our survival. To have a place that protects us from extreme elements, gives us a place to rest and privacy. But, in my opinion, it also gives us comfort and community. Pride in your achievements and motivation for reaching a goal. To know that a place that once was loved, valued and honored was destroyed so easily literally tears at my spirit. I hear the cries of pain, the wails of the spirits that once lived and loved there. The sadness of my family members who loved it so. Who gave so much attention to a building that cared for them.<br />
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I understand and accept that progress is inevitable. I don’t dispute that or wish us to cease growing, learning and improving. But…at what cost? And I don’t mean that in a financial aspect. What price are we paying at the expense of financial gain? It’s cyclical really. Our community grows so we have more individuals looking for employment. More people in needs of services that businesses provide. So it’s a given that businesses need to expand to be able to keep up with demand. Yet, where does it end?<br />
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I am so thankful that I found those pictures so that one day when I sell my book and save up money I can buy my mom a house and reconstruct the fireplace and cherubed ceilings for her. Not to regress but to give her back something that was stolen from her. Something that she loved that was violated, and destroyed while she was powerless to stop it from happening.<br />
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A house is more than the wood, steel, furniture and wires that provide protection. It’s a place full of energy. Both positive and negative. It’s an unspoken member of the family. An overseeing guardian. Someone or something to watch over you. To feel along with you.<br />
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When our parents sold our childhood home we all cried. It was time. The outer laying community was expanding and congesting. Living on the corner was no longer conducive to our lifestyle. If we could’ve picked up the house and moved it somewhere quieter we would have. But that wasn’t the case. There was some comfort in knowing that a house that took such great care of us as a family was now going to be able to do the same for a new family. There would be children again running up and down the stairs, playing in the backyard, climbing the trees and sleeping on the floor. There’d be laughter, love and holiday celebrations. The house deserved nothing less. So when I drive passed I still blow it a kiss, place my hand over my heart and say a prayer of thanks for a great childhood.<br />
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I only wish my mom could do the same when she travels back to her hometown. Somehow I don’t think the home improvement building cares much.<br />
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I've come to the conclusion that we, as human beings, are moving so fast that much has gotten left on the wayside. We speed, not only on the road, but through our lives. Wanting to do everything at once and before our life is over. Life is precious. Why wait on what we can do now? I get all that. I believe it, up to a point. When we rush through our day without staying in the present then we lose something. What that something is I don't know. I'm not a psychologist, professor or historical specialist. I'm just little ole me, learning my own lessons and hoping to impart some of what I've learned to those who'd find comfort from my experiences. <br />
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In addition to racing through our day-to-day existence I've noticed how easy it has become, for some people, to project blame on anyone but themselves. Some drivers apparently don't know how to obey the speed limit in neighborhoods so let's add speed bumps or lower the speed. How does that change the habits or address the root of the problem? I understand that safety is the main issue at hand. Children should be able to walk down the road without the danger or someone racing around a corner. But, as much as I applaud local polictians and neighborhood watch members I also wonder whether people really care to figure out the root of the problem? Or are they more comfortable simply putting a bandage over the issue and saying they did something? <br />
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We are responsible for our actions. Not our parents. Not our employers. Not our children. Granted, there are many instances when the actions of others impacts us. That's a given! We're meant to connect with our friends, family and community. But...that doesn't mean we are exempt from taking responsibility of our choices and subsequent actions. We're living in a "He started it" kind of world these days. A country ready, willing and able to shirk our responsibilites and blame someone, anyone, else in lieu of doing what's right, fair and just. <br />
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I've been told that patience is a virtue. Is that because it's rare? I certainly hope not. I do know one thing, I'm not waiting for the rest of the world to catch up. They've already speeded on by without a second glance!Kell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573713216550169515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050866915004679405.post-14767731991827689242011-06-20T12:02:00.000-07:002011-06-20T12:09:41.336-07:00What a difference a week makes!The day after the Tonys last week I took to my blog to write about how much I enjoyed the awards ceremony. I had sincerely hoped that I’d be doing the same next week after the Daytime Emmys. But unfortunately, that’s not the case. Last night’s Emmy ceremony was an absolute disgrace and utter embarrassment to not only the daytime fans but to the hardworking cast and crew who work so tirelessly in this industry.<br /><br />I lost count how many times I raised my hands in frustration and exclaimed, “What does this have to do with anything?” From performances that had no connection to daytime (other than promoting Las Vegas shows) to blatant commercials for Las Vegas and other resort destinations. And as much as I truly believe that Oprah Winfrey deserved to be recognized for her remarkable achievement in the daytime industry did we really need two celebrity performances? I would’ve much rather seen clips from her 25 year history that reflected the integrity, excellence and class she was so well known for. You could’ve cut the first montage of celebrity guests, the musical tributes and just had the clips of how Oprah made an indelible imprint on the industry. <br /><br />What we should have been treated to was a celebratory evening where the work of the nominees took center stage. Why not take the time and energy into putting together well-thought out montages of each drama series nominated for Best Daytime Drama? It’s not like it’s never been done before! There weren’t even brief clips of the nominees when their categories were announced. For those of us who don’t watch all the nominated shows it would’ve been beneficial to learn what made their show worthy of a Best Drama nomination. <br /><br />I applaud CBS for keeping the Daytime Emmy awards on the air but I am confused as to why they made that decision if they weren’t going to treat the ceremony with the respect and admiration it rightly deserved.<br /><br />So while Las Vegas seems like a great place to visit, charitable organizations are deserving of our appreciation and self-promotion can be a handy device they have no place in an award show ceremony. Especially when they detract from the nominees, the industry and their fans.Kell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573713216550169515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050866915004679405.post-91665653913007818872011-06-13T07:11:00.000-07:002011-06-13T07:24:45.079-07:00Award show praise: The 2011 Tonys<p>All other award shows of this season and next take note; <strong>The Tony Awards </strong>knows how it’s done! You’d be remiss to not look to them for inspiration and motivation when planning your own production. Here are just a few reasons <strong>The 2011 Tony Awards </strong>deserves praise: </p><br /><ul><br /><li>NEIL PATRICK HARRIS: A host who’s funny, smart, respectful and multi-talented. He’s a perfect fit for the theatre industry because of his wide range of talent. Not only can he pull off one-liner zingers but he can sing and dance. But most importantly, he supports the industry. He’s a fan of the Broadway community and that affection shows in his hosting duties. </li><br /><li>SHOWCASE OF NOMINATED WORK: <strong>The Tony Awards </strong>are known primarily for the musical numbers performed each year. And understandably, you’re not likely to find a Best Picture nominated scene to be re-enacted at <strong>The Oscars </strong>but the Broadway community understands not only their audience but their industry as well. They have a respect for the work created and don’t hesitate in showing it off. </li><br /><li>DIVERSITY: Not only does <strong>The Tony Awards </strong>include many age, ethnic, sexual orientation and religious groups but the work represented are just as diverse. From the classic Broadway style musicals, like “Anything Goes” and “How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying” to the edgy, contemporary musical “The Book of Mormon” Broadway’s range of topics, style and genre makes it appealing to a wide array of potential theatre goers. </li><br /><li>SUBDUED CELEBRATION: Ok, so perhaps you wouldn’t necessarily think of a Broadway community as being subdued but let me explain. The show isn’t about flashy stars, who’s wearing what or blatant marketing tactics. Instead, <strong>The Tony Awards </strong>celebrate the work of their community in a way that showcases their strengths. The show, in and of itself, is the best marketing tool the community has available. If a viewer doesn't have a desire to come see a Broadway show after watching the awards then the broadcast has done a disservice to not only the industry but to their audience as well. </li><br /><li>STAR POWER: Most viewers wouldn’t be able to recognize a great many of the nominees if they passed them on the street but you still get a feel for their work by the recognition of their peers. Sure there are stars in the Broadway community but I don’t mean TV/Film personalities who get top billing. I’m thinking of professionals like Sutton Foster, Patti Lupone, Matthew Broderick, Kathleen Marshall, Patrick Wilson, Rob Ashford and more; Individuals who are well respected within the community and whose longevity in the medium earns them the respect of their peers and theatre aficionados.<br /><br />So, if you’re getting ready to plan out your award show production style I invite you to look to the <strong>2011 Tony Awards </strong>as a model of inspiration.<br /><br />All the best,<br />Kelly </li></ul>Kell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573713216550169515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050866915004679405.post-17799097274297697222011-06-09T11:16:00.000-07:002011-06-09T11:25:51.726-07:00A Social WriterI’ve never really been what you’d call a social butterfly. High school and college weren’t about making friends, though that was a bonus. Instead, I relished the opportunity to learn. I looked forward to, or dreaded, certain courses depending on the teaching style, level of personal interest and motivation. Growing up a relatively shy individual being part of a large group created apprehension within me. If I was out of my comfort zone then forget it! I wasn’t going to the party, dance or any other social event where I didn’t feel comfortable. Eventually, my viewpoint shifted when I came to the realization that how people perceived me took up too much of my valuable mind space.<br /><br />Thank goodness for creative writing! This tool gave me confidence when I lacked meaning, direction when I lacked motivation and value when the world seemed too big. The words I took the time to select in my writing mattered to me. I took great care in what I put on paper because it was the most valuable outlet I had available to communicate what I’d left unspoken. <br /><br />Three years ago I took a chance and joined a local writers group. Ever since, not only has my writing strengthened but so has my confidence. What I have to say matters; whether it matters solely to me or anyone else is irrelevant. I love what I do. I’m making an imprint in this world while continuing the tradition of communication. <br /><br />When I attended the Philadelphia Writers’ Conference on June 3rd-5th of this year I was slightly hesitant at the knowledge that I did not know anyone else there. I kept to myself when I first arrived, put pencil to paper and started writing. That is until I sat down for the opening presentation, closed my notebook and made eye contact with those around me. I became aware of how many other writers there are in the Philadelphia area. And while that realization could’ve amplified my worry of getting published I found comfort in so many others who shared my affinity for the written word.<br /><br />I met some wonderful individuals during this conference, attended fantastic workshops and was impressed by those who chose to facilitate/instruct the individual courses. This experience is one that will stay with me for many years to come. It reinvigorated my desire to pursue writing on a professional level and that helps make this butterfly soar.Kell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573713216550169515noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050866915004679405.post-72640865955922892752011-05-06T10:00:00.000-07:002012-08-16T04:50:54.019-07:00Pet PeevesI have a ton of pet peeves. Truly, I do! For example, clothes left in dressing rooms, carts abandoned in parking spaces and cars that are apparently made without turn signals. My initial reaction upon seeing any of the above is immediate disappointment, frustration and annoyance. “Why are people so lazy,” I say. Then I stop, take a deep breath and re-examine my thinking. Sure, we all have moments when we're having an awful day and just don't feel like taking the effort to wheel a shopping cart 5 spaces back to its covered home. <br />
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Who am I to judge the reasons behind someone else's choices? Perhaps that person woke up to bad news, recently suffered a great loss or is overwhelmed with stress. My frustration, as true as it may be at the time, doesn't do anyone any good. Most of all me! So, the next time I answer the phone and a customer's unhappy, displeased and aggravated tone of voice greets me it's up to me to decide how I react. Do I counter their malcontent with my own? Or do I take a moment and realize there could be more going on in that person's life then I know? <br />
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How often do we say “Don't take it personally” then turn around and do just that? That annoyed customer may deflect her issues onto me because I'm the one who answered the phone but if I allow her actions to define mine then I'm only perpetrating further malcontent. I can't control anyone's actions but my own. <br />
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Those of you reading this will hopefully consider who really feels the effects when you become enraged because someone cuts you off, drives too slow or stops at a yellow light. You may honk your horn at me, that's your choice. But it's also mine to shake my head and continue on my way without letting your actions define mine.<br />
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And life is glorious indeed. At least, it should be. In my humble opinion. Why is it necessary to be miserable, grumpy and depressed in order to come out the other side a much thankful and joyous individual?<br />
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Have the difficulties I struggled with over the course of my life so far made me capable of reflecting upon these very issues? Or have I always had the capacity to do so? There's no way of knowing; of going back in time and predicting what my life would come to be. But I do know each choice in my life was a contributing factor to my own happiness level. I spent many years absorbed in misery, depression and malcontent. I desired so much for my life but didn't see a way to grab hold of it. To pursue my dreams of a fulfilling career, marriage based in respect and love, and a strong foundation of friends.<br />
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I kept wishing, wishing, wishing for more. For life to bestow something upon me. Instead of changing my mindset to recognize all that I already had. I chose the unhappiness because it was easier in many ways. Succumbing to the deep black hole of sadness that lived within my stomach was something I became accustomed to. I understood it. I embraced it. I kept it safe. I wrapped myself up in a cocoon, put on my headphones and sought help from a higher source. All the time whining about why my life was so hard. Why couldn't I get passed the misery, disappointment and cyclical ups and downs of life in order to be truly at peace and happy?<br />
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It took an unlikely situation of irrational fear for me to realize that I had a choice. A few years ago, after spending a year living on my own in a converted apartment I became afraid of turning on a light. No really. I did! After a minor electrical issue I was more comfortable keeping the lights turned off in my apartment. I was terrified of turning on the switch in the event that it would spark a fire. And so, I would stay out until it was time to go to bed, keep the lights off and curl up in my warm, comfy bed.<br />
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Needless to say, my unexplainable, frustrating, worrisome fear of electricity led to a family intervention of sorts. An in-depth discussion with my father, a reinforcing girl chat with my mother and sister, and a need to write out my frustrations were the catalysts to my realization that I was afraid of sparking the light in my own life. Afraid of actually achieving my dreams.<br />
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I could decide to live in regret, resentment and disappointment or treasure each moment. As I lay in my parent's bed staring at the ceiling my mother came in and simply said, "I'm really getting worried about you. This isn't right. You're lying here alone instead of sitting with your 3 year-old nephew and playing "Lite-Brights". Parden the pun, but a light bulb went off at that moment. I realized that my precious toddler age godson was living a life full of laughter, happiness and unconditional love while I sank deeper into my own self-inflicted depression.<br />
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Each day since I've made it a constant goal to be more aware of my life and how I perceive it. The world around me is a little brighter all because I make the choice to turn on the light!<br />
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I am a product of the public school system; and very proud of that fact! I never had to wear a uniform, learn any specific theology, or endure unreasonable expectations. That's not to say that I loved every single part of the public school experience. I did not. My biggest complaint was the restrictions placed upon the students by the administration. It felt more of an obligation to go to school than a personal enhancement regimen. </div>
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I hated getting into trouble; which is odd because I so rarely did. I suppose it was more disappointment that bothered me more than anything else. I had the disorder known as "people pleasing" from a very early age. Once I arrived at Junior High School the disorder became more intense; yet at the same time it battled against my ever growing independence. It was about that time in my life when I realized that my opinions were valid, even though they were not always asked for. You become a teenage and all of a sudden the level of respect you receive severly diminishes. Why? I don't know. What I do know is that it bothered me beyond reason.</div>
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Once I got to high school the irrational rules and expectations placed upon the students by those in a decision making position was at a frustrating level. I distinctly remember receiving the Student Handbook one year, which was almost as thick as a Shakespeare anthology, and being told that you couldn't graduate unless you turned in the signed page showing you read the Handbook. Really? That determined my ability to graduate? That meant that I had achieved what was needed from an education standpoint? It was absolutely ridiculous to me, but I signed the silly thing; without reading it.</div>
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I have a great respect and admiration for those who choose education as their chosen profession. I have from a very early age. At this point in my life I am surrounded by teachers in my private life. Numerous family members and dear friends are among those who work so tirelessly to impart wisdom, education and opportunity to the future generations. I loved my teachers, from a child's perspective. I didn't always like the teaching style of all of my professors but I respected their position. Their hard work and dedication to their craft impressed me and demanded my affection. Just as in any other line of work, there are always those who lose track of why they ended up in the career they're in now. You can easily become disillusioned, feel unimportant and disrespected despite the passion you have for the job you do. Teachers are not alone in that plight.</div>
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It wasn't until I CHOSE to continue my education on a university level that I realized why I disliked my high school experience so much. And it had nothing to do with my teachers; it was the self-serving, afraid of lawsuits, taxpayer pleasing administrators who treated the students as inferior that riled me up so much. In college, I didn't have to raise my hand or ask for a hall pass in order to use the rest room. I simply would get up quietly, leave the room and return just as unobtrusively as I left. Yes, it's possible! I also was responsible for my attendence, and subsequently what I put into my education I received two-fold. I so wish, looking back, that I had been treated with the same level of trust and respect in high school that I received in my college years.</div>
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What do I value most about my public school education? The diversity; among the students, the teachers and the subjects. I went to school to strengthen my education, not to socialize. That was a bonus! It was up to me whether I succeeded or not. And my definition of success may have differed from others. I failed in high school because I didn't have the confidence to speak up and voice my opinion when I felt it could improve the situation. I succeeded in college because I understood that it was up to me to detemine my own path in life.</div>
Kell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573713216550169515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050866915004679405.post-18832614224841924952010-12-31T07:32:00.000-08:002010-12-31T07:53:46.778-08:00WorkshoppingHello to all my followers (aka me, myself and I)!<br /><br />It's been quite some time since I last posted to my blog. That's not to say I have not been writing though. I have been. And quite fervently for that matter. I've been working on my novel, forming a non profit corporation and organizing/faciliating writing workshops.<br /><br />Not to mention that I started a part-time job last month. Unfortunately, due to the nature of our economy and health insurance necessity I am still in search of a full-time position. Oh, to make my living doing what I love! Why can't I? I doubted for many years the realistic opportunity of following my instincts when it came to a career. I didn't believe I could make a living out of writing, singing or any other entertainment focused interest. <br /><br />It's just been within the last year that I came to the realization that the only thing holding me back was me! If I continued believing I couldn't make a career out of my passionate, creative interests then I only had myself to blame. I had to take a step back, re-examine my point of view and embrace the soulfulness within.<br /><br />Art has always and will always be the connecting link between my physical existence and my spiritual growth. Music, writing, film, television and musical theatre have been my salvation; my source of strength and indentity for so many years. But I never understood the reason I relied upon these entertainment outlets instead of the "real life" avenues which were more acceptable.<br /><br />Art therapy and music therapy are well represented in this society for their beneficial assistance to others. Yet, my belief that art is not only beneficial but necessary for spiritual growth has not been examined; so far as I can tell anyway. <br /><br />And so...I keep shopping around for the career best suited to that which I am looking to achieve. A life full of laughter, joy, purpose and creative expression. To feel fulfilled even during difficult times. To be surrounded by people who offer support, strength, love and laughter. To be respected for my insights, opinions and motivation while still yearning to learn all that I can.<br /><br />Best wishes!Kell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03573713216550169515noreply@blogger.com0