You know the saying, "Evil prevails when good man fail to act"? In my pitiful case, when everything else seems to be going wrong, I'm enlightened by a spark or two of inspiration. Just like a beacon on a dark, cold and starry night. This is the way it is for me, always have been. No need for brainstorming at this hour.
As the aforementioned, thoughts and inspiration for another blog entry of the week is succeeding in flowing from my bubbling mind to the blank page on my laptop.
Now, where do I begin?
Ever had the feeling of your mind being too overcrowded with so many things to say, and so many people to address them to, only to realize that it has been forgotten within a split second? I have. There are just so many things that my heart is urging me to voice onto this little nook of mine but I don't seem to know where or how to begin. My thoughts are all a blur and I'm finding it pretty arduous to even think straight and put my jumbled-up thoughts into order. I need my daily dose of caffeine, I suppose.
The above goes to everything else except what I have had and stayed in my mind for the past few days- Traits I inherited from my parents.
From my Dad, the strongest trait I've inherited from him would probably the love for traveling. At a very young age, I was lucky enough to have been given the opportunity to breathe in different environments and be in a complete different country as my Dad was a flight attendant (now, an IFS). I still do get such advantages and I appreciate being somewhere other than home even more now as I've grown up - I ain't a little girl anymore. I suppose you can say he is the reason being an air stewardess is apart of the few other choices I've yet to decide upon for my future.
Besides the love I have for traveling, I've also inherited his determination. Although, the determination I have in everything I do is not as strong as his. I tend to just surrender to failure and give into fear, every now and then. But when I'm in the zone and focused on that particular prize, having determination is the only thing that keeps me from back-sliding. I'm not a quitter, even though I may occasionally give up. Even more, I'm a perfectionist. When things don't go according to the initial plan or when I fail to succeed in what I was doing, I'm pretty hard on myself. Because I believe that when I have my mind set towards something, I know I can do it.
Then there is the spendthrift gene which I obviously inherited from my Dad as my Mum is a pretty smart spender. Although I inherited it from my Dad, this gene is probably more dominant in me than it is in him. Well, there's no surprise there. I'm a girl, after all. And my guilty pleasures are shoes, bags, and clothes. I can never have too much of them - heck, any girl can NEVER have too much of them. I may not have been brought up with a silver spoon in my mouth and may not have been blessed with hundreds of luxuries, but when it comes to shopping, it just comes naturally. My Dad and I enjoy basking in our own luxuries, and although sometimes it may burn holes in our pockets, it wouldn't be a sin to treat one's self to something nice every once in a blue moon, would it?
To add on to the aforementioned traits, the strongest would be having Creativity in my blood. Dad is more creative with his words and speech whereas my Mum, she is more creative with her hands such as doing arts and craft and whatnot. And thanks to the two of them, I'm blessed with what I now do best; Singing and Writing. I discovered my gift of singing when I was in Primary School. I'd print out lyrics of songs sung by Britney Spears and attempt to sing them until I new each song by hard, each time the teacher wasn't present in class. As years flew by, I began making an attempt to sing songs that needed more soul, and strong vocals. Most of the time, I did surprisingly well for such a young girl. And when I didn't, I'd push myself to try again until I was satisfied. A few years after wards, I discovered my passion for writing. I started off by writing lovely cards and presented them to my loved ones on special occasions. From there, I started blogging and then blossomed into writing more meaningful and inspirational entries. I'm embracing the gifts God has blessed me with and not allowing it to go to waste. Ever.
Last but not least, the emotional trait which I inherited from my Mum. Need I say more? I easily become an emotional wreck just by watching a good movie, hearing a meaningful song, reading an inspirational book or just by having a deep conversation. I know it doesn't sound like such a god trait to have but when it comes to pouring my heart and soul into something, having an emotional side is an advantage. When I write, I do the best I can to put myself in a reader's position and try to visualize what I, as a reader, would want to read to be touched or inspired. Often times, I succeed. I dig deeper and am inspired to touch people through my writings. The same goes for the songs I sing. I'm a sucker for songs which are meaningful and inspiring. When I sing them, I don't only sing them out of the passion I have for singing but out of the drive to want to touch people, to want to be the cause their heart-strings are tugged.
Some people don't ever like admitting the fact that they are just like their parents. And some just completely ignore the thought of it. But as I've pointed out a few dominant traits I inherited from my very own parents, I'm coming to terms that I'm apart of them and in me, they would see a part of themselves.
Full stop.
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