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Locked and Loaded…. except… why isn’t it working? Oh. Maybe because it needs to be hooked into the gas pump? 

The last two classes I needed to graduate from college were Physical Science and Statistics. Coincidentally, these were also the two classes I happen to be dreading the most, and the last two classes I took. #procrastinatemuch

Physcial Science however did manage to have an impact on me. I can still remember everything I learned from that five week Spring term death march; to summarize, there are three laws of motion.

You’re welcome.

I’m kidding. That’s not the only thing I remember….

I also remember there was a vending machine just down the stairs from the lecture hall and I used to buy a package of Swedish fish before class and while the professor lectured I’d press them one by one against the roof of my mouth and suck them until they dissolved and turned my teeth red. I’m certain it looked like I had very bad gingivitis

Ok, Ok, so I don’t actually remember what the the three laws are; maybe I could use a refresher on the laws of motion…. Luckily I have teenage boys.

Never mind, too much shame 😉

Luckily I have Google.  He tells you  everything you need to know without judgment. #swooning

Basically, Issac Newton laid the foundation for classical mechanics when he presented three laws of motion describing the relationship between a body and the forces acting upon it, and its motion in response to those forces.

The first law of motion, also called the law of inertia, is what’s been on my mind lately, especially in conjunction to change.

*An object at rest stays at rest and an object in motion stays in motion with the same speed and in the same direction unless acted upon by an unbalanced force.

An example of this law as seen in everyday life is that a child at rest will stay at rest until you take your iPad back. Also, a sleeping teenager will stay a sleeping teenager unless acted upon by his mother, aka an “unbalanced force.”

Okay, okay,  you want a more scientific explanation, I get it. Try envisioning a package being dropped from a moving airplane. The package will continue falling at the speed at which the airplane is moving until an external force, in this case, gravity, makes velocity change.

It’s worth noting, if my life follows its current trajectory, the object in motion will only rest when it hits me on my head.

And that object in motion will most likely be an anvil.

The truth is, despite my shiny, rule keeping good girl exterior, I am  a delinquent at heart, a criminal, a wanna be con. Because every day I’m fighting the law.

Every. Single. Day.

The law of inertia is no joke, especially when it comes to pitting your will against…your will.  (To study for the test or hang with friends? To go to the gym or watch a movie).  In order to change behavior, especially conduct that has been in motion OR in rest for a long time; ie. engrained behavior, takes dedicated, concerted, unyielding effort.

This is where the second law of motion comes in, according to Newton, an object will only accelerate if there is a net or unbalanced force acting upon it. The presence of an unbalanced force will accelerate an object – changing its speed, its direction, or both its speed and direction, or to simplify it;

 *The force of your will to change is greater than the force to stay the same*

For me it’s easy to look at the science behind behavior or write a tidy explanation of what you need to do to make a change, but the actually nitty gritty of doing it, the actual rising against inertia;


I sometimes loath science and all it’s indisputable evidence that change is possible, especially when I’m perfectly comfortable being a fetal ball at rest.

Hey, easy with the judgment  it’s not like I just stay at rest on the floor of my closet, oh no, I usually unroll long enough to summon the courage to find the strength to eat an entire chocolate cake. I just have to remember to take it 

One bite at a time.


The problem is, I’m not perfectly comfortable zipping up my jeans. Therefore, I am a girl in need of catalyst of courage, a spark, a flame, an unbalanced force that pushes me to  get crap done. So, basically I need a wife.  But I’ll settle for tangible examples of people who fight inertia like a ninja warrior. Demonstrate practical ways to stimulate the strength to try again, especially for the occasions when I accidentally slip and fall into chocolate cake. #accidentshappen

What I need is courage to try, even after falling,


and again.

and again.

I like baking. And eating.

Mother Teresa said,

I believe we can change, that I can change; especially when I remember to start small, and start today.

I can do that

I can break life up into bite size pieces, and deal with each small piece.

Start small. Start today. Start with a cupcake.

Also whenever I think of rising, I think of this poem by Maya Angelou.

English classes were not the ones I avoided in college; mmmmmmmmm wordy.

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Maya Angelou, 19282014

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