May…

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{pictured above, lovers and their two-lips}

May has always been my favorite month. Of course May 27th is my favorite day of the year when I get gluten-free cookie cake and chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast, but all the days are really quite wonderful. School comes to end, the anticipation of true summer lingers. Smells of sunscreen and pool water taunt you as you wait for your first dip. Graduations and weddings {which we know the real fun is getting a new dress for the occasion} and temporary goodbyes for the three months of fun. Celebrating mom, catching up on long-lost sleep and relearning the remote to operate that thing they call TV.

May I tell you… I love it.

A year and 3 months later…

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{random picture of beans to entice you to read this post}

I wasn’t exactly sure how to start this back up… “Stuff that happened in 2014″ or “While I was out” seemed too… well I guess it indicates that someone was paying attention. And… I think it that knowing no one is caused me to always sway back and forth between the decision “to blog… or not to blog?” I realized over the last year (and 3 months) while my blog was down that, I really missed it! I’ve never been the upcoming blogger who shares my posts on Facebook trying to get my friends to read what college-smart opinion I have. I take the whole, “write like you speak” approach way too far. And I don’t have a system, blog schedule or specific topic or goal in mind.

I just like to blog.

And I decided that is enough reason to continue it. I need something I can do that is truly a hobby. When I sing, it’s not just for the enjoyment of singing… It’s all serious and it’s my school! And let’s be honest, cleaning is not a hobby no matter how much I enjoy it. I’m not a crafter, fashionista, photographer, graphic designer or a “creative.”

I’m Nerdy Peacock.

And quite frankly, there’s nothing quite like that out there.

So to my future self and possibly only reader, hello. March 10th was a great day. {Yes, March 10th} I’ve had insomnia so ignore the March 11th date stamp ;)

Welcome 2014!

It’s crazy to think 2014 has already arrived. It just almost sounds weird and “apocalypsey.” However, as much as it sounds like it doesn’t even exist, it is here. It is now. And so am I.

Some of the most humorous NY posts are, “new year, new me” and “{insert previous year here} had some up and downs but… ” As my best friend said, “Really, you can change yourself overnight? Because I have a lot of things to work on and that would really save me some time” and what year doesn’t have ups and downs? Isn’t that called life?

All typical making fun of people aside, it is nice to see friends and family having some drive, passion and desire to change and work on making themselves better people. Even if it only lasts a few days, months or {for those people we envy} the whole 365, the excitement of new a year is something to be cheery about.

For me, a I had a wonderful time reflecting on 2013. I will spare you and do 13 highlights as opposed to 2013. ;)

  1. I was in my first “opera” {Amahl and the Night Visitors}
  2. Auditioned and Transfered universities
  3. Completed INSANITY
  4. Got my own car, Gershwin
  5. Dyed my hair red
  6. Wore leggings as pants
  7. Purchased TOMS
  8. Saw the West Side Story Broadway tour
  9. Became a Legacy Lady
  10. Did my first hair show
  11. Realized how much I LOVE my major
  12. Watched chick flicks and liked them. And admitted that.
  13. Met some freakin awesome people and made some of the best friendships ever.

In an arithmetic way I will sum it up by saying: it was a great year. So I hope you have some wonderful memories to treasure about this past year, think of some ways to improve, your ups and downs of life and find a way to be a “new you” this 2014.

Happy New Year.

The beginning of the end

Today marks the beginning of ending my journey here in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Yesterday I was able to announce that I have been accepted into the music department at the University of Oklahoma for the Spring semester. Today is my last day at my job here at  New York & Company, which I just recently started and thouroughly enjoyed.

Somethings are going to be really great and exciting like my new university life, living at home again {that should be interesting} and being in a more “real world” environment. However, I was really starting like Tulsa.

I have some great memories here between the hipster coffee shops, the rose gardens, the Philbrook Museum of Art, Tulsa Performing Arts Center, Downtown, and of course my unique campus of ORU.

So here marks the beginning of the end. Goodbye New York & Co. You were great.

 

~ Leigha

 

bitter sweet

It is a very puzzling phenomenon when you find yourself loosing excitement and joy about something you were once so passionate about. I find myself slowly no longer being satisfied with where I am at and wanting to move on. Yet there is part of me that keeps waiting for those old feelings and sensations to return, hoping that I will stay put.

Yet, as much as try to bring back what was in the past, the truth is things have changed. It is no longer like it once was… or maybe I’m just beginning to see what was really there.

Either way…

It is time to reflect on all the wonderful things. It is important to not become bitter in remembering the sweetness. So with that it is time to “so long” and “farewell.”

It is indeed…bitter sweet.

 

just be more.

It’s been almost exactly a month since school started. Getting back into the swing of things, figuring out how to manage the new semester and trying to remember everyone’s names. Yep, it’s sophomore year.

So far it has been a bit of a ride. I have a some-what heavy load. Trying to juggle a job that I have overworked myself at. And am in the midst of considering a transfer. To put it simply, I am a tad bit overwhelmed.

Part of my feelings are attributed to my perfectionist peacock self. I am all too hard on myself and want to do really well at everything I attempt. I have no desire to be told “that was great” or “good work.” The only thing I don’t respond  negatively to myself with is excellence. And…since I rarely achieve that, I am more-often than not overwhelmed, frustrated, disappointed and want to give up.

Then starts this rut of being of being like the majority of people trying to do better, be more, aim higher, and achieve more. This brings me to write about a man named Sean Kouplen who I heard speak at a student ministry last night.

He talked about all of those people in our lives that seem to just have it together. They are happy, they are doing what they love, the seem so, “put together.” So he interviewed them on a quest to find out what their secret was. He shared the five things that they all have in common, and I would like to share them with you:

More and More

  1. Develop a clear vision of who you want to be
  2. Commit to being the best in everything we do
  3. Focus more on others and less on ourselves
  4. Be more grateful for what we have been given
  5. Believe the best is yet to come

So with that, I ask that join me to “#bemore” as Sandi Karkowski would say. Write these on your mirror or window. Every morning think of who you want to be, do your best, focus on other, be grateful, and believe that the future is bright.

Don’t be perfect. Just be more.

CHEERS!
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Visit Sean Kouplen’s website here to learn more about his story and his book! 

*The five steps to being “More and More” are from Sean Kouplen’s sermon given at Elevate in Broken Arrow, OK on September 12, 2013. 

 

 

It’s Over

Just like the title of one my favorite Roy Orbison songs… It’s Over. My freshman year of college is officially complete. I survived one out the supposedly four best years of my life. It flew by like a frisbee on an April afternoon.

Here’s a look on the past 9 months of my life.

One of my favorite parts about Tulsa is the coffee shops. Here was my first outing with the people who became some of my best friends. We called ourselves “The Sexy Six.”

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My next favorite memory was my very first Roommate Date. I convinced my date to wear these awesome reindeer ears. We also kinda matched. After iceskating I got a scar on my foot in the shape of heart. Needless to say, this moment will always be with me. 

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My floor, Imago Dei, was superb. For one of our first brother-sister wing events we played Bigger or Better. Yeah, we got a dryer.

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#Twapel was and will always be a great part of my ORU experience. My friend Kendal and I did a shout out to @TwapelCats one Friday. You can also see my lovely, experienced photo bomber of a friend, Jacob, in the background.

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My best Valentine’s Day to date (pun) was this year. Our brother wing sang to us and look at the Nerdy Peacock pillow my friend made me :)

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ORU worships nights were alway a great refresher. I sure do love my university!

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The year ended on a good note with the Imago Dei/Quest/Full Armor 2013 Banquet. I had a great date and great time with friends. I also decided I should probably take dance as an elective. :o

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That isn’t even close to how great my first year. ORU was wonderful. My friends were fantastic. And I can’t wait for sophomore year to begin!

RIP Freshman Year.

August 11, 2012 – May 5, 2013

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Let the music do the talking

Lyrics.

 

Sometimes they rhyme. But not all the time.

Some times given as a hint. Other times given up for Lent.

What role do they play

in the sharing of Music?

Or are they just to have us stray

from the Music?

 

That was my original poem written originally by me. It also serves as my introductory paragraph to this post. The inspiration behind this poem is based upon recent and not-so-recent events that I have both experienced and watched others experience, mainly females.

Music is a huge part of my life. It is my life. And no,  I am not just one of those teenagers who feels like music “moves” them and blah blah. I am music major and if music is not my life I will probably end up being an unemployed, starving girl on the streets. Come to think of it, this is sounding like a great plot for a movie. Maybe I should take some acting classes so I can star in the story of my life.

Back to the music thing. Something that I thoroughly enjoy in music is the sharing and discovering of new artists. When I do this I tend to focus more on the musical side of things, rather than the lyrics. Not to say that lyrics are not important to me, but I would say that the actual music is definitely what I am listening to more. This probably relates to my background in music.

That being said, I have heard an über amount of girls try to analyze what the lyrics of a song mean when a guy plays it for them. In my mind, I am thinking they’re crazy. However, this could be tainted by my tendency not pay much attention to lyrics at all and my theory that all girls are crazy.

Then, I started paying more attention to myself. I realized that when I am humming a tune that “randomly” pops in my head, the lyrics often pertain to my current circumstance, emotion or mood, or simply the weather. Take somethings as obvious as this; yesterday it was raining. I didn’t sing a song about the beach or summer, I sang “Baby It’s Cold Outside,” “Singing In The Rain,” and “Tomorrow.” It was all rooted from the lyrics.

So maybe when we sing songs to each other, share them with others, or get them stuck in our head, it’s not just to the tune. Could we be subconsciously pulling these songs out of our bank because of the emotional or dictional connotation that we have saved along with that piece?

Maybe we’re not crazy for analyzing. Some people let the music do the talking.

 

It’s Gonna Be Okay

My roommate got me a wonderful Christmas present, the “It’s Gonna Be Okay” journal. She’s all about journaling and handwriting stuff and paper goods.

I have leather journal that my mother purchased for me over six years ago. I wrote a few things in it over the years, but was saving it for something special. I decided to dedicate it to my college adventures.

However, this journal has a more serious tone to it. I’m not big into journaling, mainly because I have a hard time articulating my thoughts. Not to mention my drab handwriting. So when Sam, my roommate, gave me this new journal I was thrilled. Now I can rant, vent and rave anytime I am overwhelmed or things just aren’t going well.

 

I even get inspirational quotes on every page!

So if you’re like me and you’re not much of a journal-er or you’re like Sam and you need to get someone a gift, the “It’s Gonna Be Okay” journal is a great pick.

Cheers to all! And remember, “It’s Gonna Be Okay!’

~ Leigha

In the Crook of a Steinway

Steinway & Sons My college auditions are over, and what a great experience they were. My first time to stand on a stage, in the crook of a Steinway & Sons Piano, singing Mozart and Quilter. I felt so at home, so in my niche, and so eager to do this as a career.

With singing, it’s alway been hard to decide if I wanted to do it as a career or just a hobby. When I was about twelve, this was the time that High School Musical became all the rage, I realized that singing was actually cool. I had always thought of it as the nerdy, artsy thing to do (which I am totally okay with now, not when you’re an awkward twelve). High School Musical changed the opinions of acne-faced pre-teens across America, and that changed me.

Yet, it wasn’t until about six months ago that I really committed to the degree, Vocal Performance that is. My parents will vouch when I say I am still not entirely sure. For now, however, I am entirely sure. There’s something different about this degree than any other degree I could see myself doing: aspiration. I have considered so many careers, but what I have realized is that none of them have an aspiration. Performance is something that I aspire to be the best I can be at. I sometimes do not want to perform because I don’t like presenting something that is not my full capability, unlike other things that I simply just want to do “good enough” on. I have a dream, a vision, and a goal. And I believe in it. I believe it so much that as I begin to think about the days when that dream comes to pass, I am overjoyed and almost begin to weep (which is rare for me, ha).

Aspiration is the key. You have to want to move forward. Some things stay east and west. But the greatest go north. Move forward. Dream big. And aspire to something greater than yourself, all while staying in the crook of a steinway.

I’m in the car!

Don’t ya love those “I’m in the car” pics. Yeah, me too. So of course I had to take one so I can feel like every other iPhone/Facebook user in the world. The unique factors about these pics are a) they are not limited to girls in their bathrooms. People of all ages, genders, and ethnicities take these pics. And b) they can be taken before or after a special event, but they are rarely taken during the event. Why? Because you’re at the event!!! It’s the, “I forgot to take a picture of that special moment” picture.

And of course I must show you my “car face!” Guess what great thing I was doing here… Writing this article, obviously!

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Upload your “car photos” to the Facebook page, Facebook.com/NerdyPeacock and tell everyone your story!

Loves!