Status: Stalker

It doesn’t take much for me to get excited.  It is about as easy as getting water out of a fountain.

A water fountain, that is.

“Is there another kind of fountain?” you ask.

Um, yes… chocolate.  Chocolate fountain.  It is delicious and my mind always goes to chocolate.  But, I digress.  Back to excitement.

I get worked up over any and everything.  I like to think it is part of my charm; but those who know me probably wanna tell me,

“Not so much.  Take it down a notch.”

I’ll try.

I like to think I am a layered gal in that I have excitement and then I have obsession.  Obsession status takes a bit more.  It started with Titanic.  ‘member that movie?  With good ol’ Leo?  Dreamboat.  Yea, cue obsession.  Only saw that three hour film four times in the theater, had a wall in my room dedicated to computer print out images of the flick {sorry to the parents on how much they probably spent on printer ink}, books on the “Making of”…the whole nine yards.

My point is when I like something, I like it ah- lot {said in my best Jim Carrey impression}.

I spend hours finding everything I can on the topic.  I talk about it constantly, much to the probable dismay of others {sorry, guys}.  Play out different scenarios in my head any chance I get.  Up in the middle of the night blogging about it {enter this writing sesh}.  I “like” the associated Facebook pages, and “follow” along on Instagram.

But, let’s be clear.  I am not psychotic.  You can be obsessive and not be psycho.  Enter Rebel Housewife who is currently on the “can’t stop thinking about it” train with a couple of items.

This is Us.

Dying.

I think this world needs more story telling.  And boy oh boy, does This Is Us deliver.  Just pure and simple story telling.  I cannot oversell it; the acting is phenomenal, the writing knocks it out of the park.  It is no The Walking Dead with edge of your seat nail biting moments- that is until the last couple seasons.  We get it TWD, there are assholes in the apocalypse and overzealous zombies still going strong after a decade.  No, I am not dissing the franchise, I am just saying it is a little played out.  Jus’ sayin’.  

Adding jus’ sayin’ one more time for good measure.  Again, I digress.

This Is Us will break your heart, have you laughing hysterically, and consume your thoughts because you know these people and are genuinely invested in their story.

I’ve been YouTubing interviews, watching the after shows, talking about it on my social media accounts; I cannot stop myself.  Much to the dismay of my husband who would rather be catching up on The Walking Dead episodes and instead is half asleep while I fully commit to one hour of television on Tuesdays.

Beautiful, thought provoking, heart warming, soul crushing story telling is a dying breed in today’s Kardashian obsessed, Real Housewives ‘of whatever county’, Bachelor ‘let’s find a soul mate with infidelity and cameras in two weeks’ driven society.  Again, no judgement, just observation.

I need more This Is Us and everyone should jump on that band wagon.  I could go on; you see where I am going with the obsession concept.  Boring.  Moving on.

However, my non-psycho, stalker status doesn’t end there.  The other obsession in my life is Hashtag lovewill.  If you haven’t been following along, you can find out more here.

This is a cause that is so near and dear to my heart, it is palpable.  I find my mind twirling around cliche’ quotes on the daily:

“Be the change you want to see in the world.”

“If you can’t find a nice person, then be one.”

“If you want to change the world, then go home and love your family.”

“When you do merciful deeds, don’t let your left hand know what your right hand does.”

“If you don’t stand for something, you will fall for anything.”

And the one that my children will know by heart:

“Stand up for what’s right, even if you are standing alone.”

I find myself constantly spinning these around in my head; trying to figure out how to balance the idea of being kind quietly, instilling kindness in my children, bringing kindness to a community and sharing it with others.   And doing so in a way that it is not misinterpreted as righteousness or arrogance.  All the while bringing glory to Him.

I feel that there is far too much “sharing” of tragedy, terror, and turmoil on social media.  Yes, it happens in the world and we should be aware.  But, where is the line of bringing awareness and contributing to the fear mongering?  Don’t know.  I find that a tough tight rope to teeter.

Hashtag lovewill is not about tooting our own horns.  It is about bringing a glimpse of kindness and hope that is happening in real life to social media.  It is about highlighting the power of being positive and bringing people together in their similarities rather than their differences.

Because I want to be the change, I want to be the nice person, I want to change the world through my children.

I don’t know if it is possible.  But I sure hope it is.

And that is what Hashtag lovewill is about.

That is the end of the confessions of a Rebel Housewife.  I hope your take away is this:

Watch This Is Us and be kind to one another.