Why I Like the Power Rangers

We all have that one thing that we love that we tell NO ONE about. It’s our guilt pleasure, the thing we watch in secret on Saturday Nights when we’re not out with our friends. For me, that was the power rangers. All through out high school I tried to conform–we all did. High school isn’t a place where we bloom in adversity. We’re convinced that we need to be like everyone else to fit in, be popular, or just stay out of the resident bully’s radar. 

So we hide everything about ourselves that makes us different thinking that will make things better. 

Well it doesn’t. 

In fact it’s those tiny little things you hide from everyone else that makes you beautiful. Whether it’s how smart you are, how much you love classical music, or how insanely obsessed with comic books. It’s those tiny little things that make you a who you are. 

For me, I was obsessed with the Power Rangers. I used to watch them with my cousin when I was young. We would spend every weekend together and wake up early on Saturdays to catch the two MMP episodes. Sure, super heros were amazing but my heart was with the band of hearty teenagers with attitude. 

Why you ask? It’s because every other Super hero story out there was about a person, an adult, who either was zapped by some weird science thing or some sort of alien. Maybe they were insanely rich and had a lot of baggage. 

It’s not often there’s a good super hero story out there that revolves around teenager who have to save the world AND go through puberty. I mean, puberty is hard enough. Try adding puddys, Goldar, monsters and aliens to the mix. Oh–and forget Lord Zed and Rita! 

I’ve always loved superhero everything because it made me feel like I could be anything. But the power rangers inspired to be a better person. No matter who I was, super hero or concerned citizen, it was always important to focus on being the best version of you. 

 Every season of Power Rangers there is, from MMP to Samuri–it inspires kids to be the best version of themselves. I haven’t watched the newer ones so I don’t know if there’s any out there other than LSR and Time Force that have adult protagonists. Unless you count Zeo and Turbo. But those characters were Power Rangers in high school and were so bad ass that they remained Power Rangers even after they became adults. 

There’s these kids that a friend of mine works with. He’s a counsellor for kids with Autism. Let me tell you, thu eat up anything and everything about the Power Rangers. They always talk about how when they grow up they wanna be smart like Billy or strong like Jason and Tommy. It makes me so unbelievably happy. 

And now there’s a movie!! I know it flopped but I was the first person in line at the movie theatre the day it opened and I bought the Blue Ray the day it hit the shelves. This show , this franchise, has always been an inspiration to me. If you’ve hear me talk about my little Tv show that I write for my friends, you should know it was inspired by the Power Rangers. 

The characters struggle with everyday things, fights with friends, depression, the fear of not being good enough, being bullied, even family issues. How close the teams are, how they love each other and how they forgive each other is how kids should be. Friendship is a gift we all take for granted. It’s a beautiful gem that needs to be cherished and how often to we as kids or even adults throw it away for a mean comment or the next big trend? How often to we let friendships fade because we hate confrontation or we’re so focused on how many likes on Insta we get? Or maybe it’s the new boy/girl in town. 

Let me tell you something. Those teens from Angel Grove wouldn’t have let that happen. In fact I’m pretty sure Tommy tried to kill his friends and they still forgave him. All I’m saying is that the Power Rangers are very good role models for kids. They come in every size, shape, form and fashion. They’re accepting, forgiving, compassionate and let’s not forget they all studied together. I like to think that I turned out the way I did because of what I didn’t watch as a child. I’m glad my parents wouldn’t let me watch certain cartoons or play certain video games. When I look back on my child hood, I wanted to be a Power Ranger so bad that I spent every waking minute I could out side training, fighting bad guys, or exploring. And I rubbed off on my sisters because they did the same thing. Just not as good as me. :p 

Just kidding. They’re amazing. And they’re the light of my life. I didn’t realise I wrote so much. Good golly guys…ok I’m going to go binge watch something now. 

Enjoy the rest of your week. 

OXOXOX 

Love, 

Kat

Things Are Happening…Finally! 

Hey everyone! I wanted to wait to post about the amazing things that are happening until AFTER they happened. 

I have been running into quite the road block lately when it comes to my writing. I’ve been looking into making writing a career. Something I can do from home because sometimes(okay most of the time) it’s insanely hard for me to leave my apartment. Whether it’s due to fatigue or pain, I’m getting to where I just… can’t. And as much as I’d like to have a career as a video game tester, I’m putting my faith into something I know for sure I can be successful at. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll live my days out in my dream nerd cave testing video games for cryptic, BIOWARE, and Nintendo. Until then, I think I’ll stick to writing. 

I seriously lack a portfolio. I keep getting asked to link to articles I’ve written… but I haven’t written any of note except for the things I did in college on assignment. I was seriously depressed because I do not wanna be forced back into customer service–it’s just to painful. Then my grandma gave me an inspired idea. She reminded me that we have family friends that work for local newspapers. 

I reached out to one and she told me that she would be more than happy to help me build a portfolio! I am so blessed and thankful. Currently I am working on a feature piece about a company dedicated to improving the lives of local students. I officially have my first deadline. 

The past few months have been trying to say the least. I’m struggling to figure out what I need to be doing with my life. I have so many hobbies I’d love to make my career but I’m also very logical and know that I will have to make sacrifices and compromises. I refuse to be unhappy in whatever I do. I’ve been unhappy for far too long and now that I’ve made decisions, I’m the better for it.  

I’d love to be employed by a company that caters to those with chronic illnesses. Maybe one day I’ll write for a chronic illness magazine or online blog. I have a law background but being a lawyer is stressful and I’m full up on stress for now. I’m so grateful to have found the spoonie commmunity, if it wasn’t for them in not sure where I’d be. Whatever comes, I am determined to make my passion my career. 

Have a wonderful Memorial Day weekend my WildeKats here in the states. And as for my UK followers–you all keep on keeping on. Have lots of tea for me ❤️ 

OXOXO

Kat

Spoonie In Distress

WildeKats, I desperately need your help.

As you know, someone mentioned starting a fashion series for my blog. But as I’ve been working on posts, taking pictures and tossing around names for the series because ‘Spoonie Fashion” is BORING.

What about starting a second blog? I don’t want to neglect Perfectly Wilde but I feel launching a series might steer the blog away from its original purpose.

What are your thoughts? Do you manage multiple blogs? If so, how? Or do you think it would be better to just keep one and do a series?

OXOXOX

Kat

New Series: Spoonie Fashion

Hello WildeKats!!

I’ve been working on something very exciting. I’ve also been playing video games…but you probably already knew that didn’t you? Still trying to finish Andromeda, but Apollo has been a bit distracting lately…I think he’s jealous of Corvinus. Every time I sit down to play Andromeda, I hear FemShep calling to me from the living room. I finally got a proper desk chair and my new cooling system to work so Apollo has been running like a charm all week. Not sure how long it will last, God’s tend to be a bit on the moody side but I shall enjoy my few days off with him.

Any who, on to my exciting news!!

I’ve been asked to start a fashion segment. I’ve been twirling this idea around in my head for quite sometime. I have a post on my daily beauty regimen and another for tips and tricks but I never considered myself to be, for lack of a better term, fashion forward.

We all like to look our best, and we all have a style. Mine rotates between hipster/boho on my good days to grunge/badass when I’m pissed or not feeling well. I also have sworn off jeans–traditional jeans–that is. I’m a jegging girl all the way.

The only reason I even considered this is because I am a spoonie. Now, for all you fashionista’s that come across this, a spoonie is someone who has a chronic illness. These illnesses include but are not limited to lyme disease, chrons disease, fibromyalgia, rheumatoid arthritis, lupus and even some mental illnesses. I personally battle CFS, fibro, and RA on a daily basis. These illnesses make even the simplest tasks difficult, so fashion isn’t something most of us are concerned about.

As a toddler I was a pagent girl, a dancer in my school years and a cheerleader. I even modeled competitively when I was in JR High. I have been trained to always look my best when I leave the house because you never know who you might run into. Fashion is a coping mechanism for me, if I’m confident in my outfit somehow–even on a flare day–I still feel accomplished and beautiful.

As spoonies, our lives are riddled with pain, constant doctor’s appointments, sleepless nights and rough mornings–but that doesn’t mean we have to look as rough as we feel.

I shall call this series Spoonie Fashion (unless I come up with a better title) and I will share all my tricks to look good despite the pain. Some days you just can’t. But if you’re like me–a spoonie who refuses to let your illnesses get the better of you, check in every once in a while for my comfortable spoonie outfits and must have pieces.

I will apologize in advance though, as my photography skills aren’t the best and I have yet to befriend a true artist. Until that day, ignore the awkward mirror selfies.

First post will be up soon.

What are you’re thoughts? Are you a spoonie with a passion for fashion? What are your tricks to looking your best on flare day? Comment below!

Until next time,

OXOXO

Kat

Attitude, Insomnia, and a Whole Lot of Waiting.

So, I’ve been struggling. Not really sure why, I guess it’s just one of those weeks. Pain has been fairly manageable–except for those three days where my entire left arm was in so much pain it was rendered useless. That was a nightmare. I think the fatigue is getting to me. I sleep…but I always feel like I can never sleep enough. A routine hasn’t done me much good. It’s been two months since I started my daily routine and I don’t feel any different. I am by no means giving up…but I yearn for the summer months already.

Apollo (my computer) is being his normal moody greek god self. With all the attitude he’s giving me I’m beginning to question his name. I should have gone with Zeus, or Hades even. My liquid cooling system pooped out after only three or four months. Got a top of the line Cooler Master and I ended up having to take out two memory plates just to make it fit. That’s cool, I’ll just upgrade to two 8 gig plates instead of four 2 gig plates. No big, right? WRONG. Apollo now is no longer reading the hard drive or the raid card. I was so mad last night I abandoned him for Corvinus the PS4. Together, Corvinus and I watched netflix until two AM because…insomnia.

I have another wedding coming up. And I’m moving soon. Also I’m in the market for a new car. I’m trying to save every ounce of money I can in the next few weeks for a decent down payment so that the loan officer may over look certain credit discrepancies. I actually don’t know what my score is…I had a panic attack the other day when I tried to find out. It’s one of those things I think I’m okay not knowing for now.

My doctor told me to ease off the yoga–which I haven’t been doing–and try water aerobics.

Hon…I live in a rinky-dink small town. What is water aerobics? I don’t even think I’ve seen a heated pool here. Supposedly the hospital has a life center, but I can find literally ZERO info on whether or not I even have access to it.

I had been planning on saving my weekly post for the spoonie essentials box which I ordered exactly a month ago and still have yet to receive it. We were told they’d be shipped a little later this month, but with the past two weeks being as rough as they have been, I’m not going to lie, I am a little disappointed it’s not at my doorstep.  I’m excited none the less, and I will get a membership profile if it’s the last thing I do! I had planned on beginning a month to month subscription after I received the first box and was instructed to email a person about the membership profile that I never got. I’m not sure if it’s just because I only ordered one box or if they just haven’t gotten around to it yet, or what. Doesn’t really matter. They’re just like me, and if their weeks have been anything like mine, I will not judge. Even if I have to wait until next month. I will be grateful. I’m beyond excited to see what’s in the April box. I promise I’ll do a reveal. I have something excited planned for it!

Any who, I just wanted to pop in and say hello. I’m working on some things to post. Maybe I’ll post them…maybe I wont.

Love always,

Kat.

Accept, Embrace, and Share the REAL you. 

Just because something is on the internet doesn’t make it true. I know from experience how easy it is to appear happy. You post pictures on instagram, Facebook and Snapchat for other people to see–so that they’ll see how happy you are. You tweet snarky, funny and mischevious tweets and post on facebook so that specific people will see it. No one wants to broadcast how miserable they are and we’re certain no one wants to see it. Instead we aim to make them jealous by being incrediably happy. Maybe you’re not lying. Maybe you’re really happy and just want everyone to see it. Cool. You do you boo. But what if you’re not. 

I am majorly guilty of this. I have family members in other states whom I don’t want to worry. In the past I’ve been bullied on line and instead of deleting my accounts I pressed on–pretended to be happy in school so that my peers wouldn’t think they had won. Which they hadn’t–but they didn’t need to think they had. 

We also judge people based off of what they post online. In my book there are very fine lines I don’t like to cross. People who do cross them… cool… but I have no desire to read it. I don’t comment or berate, I simply ignore. But it’s so easy to cover up pain with a smile in a picture. Pictures capture one small second of someone’s life, not their entire story.   

It’s so easy just to accept someone’s  seemingly happy life on insta and never press for details. I see this with a lot of celebrities. They post beautiful pictures that make other people wish they were as pretty as said celeb–then later we find out they were fighting for their lives. Either depression, anorexia, suicidal thoughts… whatever. Everyone struggles. EVERYONE. 

For years I pretended to be happy where I was. Even when I first realised I was sick I never said anything to even my parents. This only hurt me in the end. No one believed me because I struggled everyday to make myself look presentable. I covered up the pain, exhaustion and bruises that came from no where. I held back tears and suffered through the pain for so long that when I began telling people I was ill they didn’t believe me. They had seen me pretend to be happy, normal and healthy for so long that they couldn’t comprehend anything else. 

I love who I am but it took me a long time to get here. I wish I knew then what I know now. I wish I knew how beautiful I was, how strong I was when I was a kid. I spent so much time trying to fit in, trying to convince the world I was jus like them but in the end I couldn’t even fool myself. 

Why do we feel the need to lie to the world? Why do we cover up our pain and project a healthy persona on social media? Who are we trying to impress? What do we hope to accomplish? 

I can’t answer any of these questions. But I can tell you that doing this–lying to the world–is dangerous in more ways than one. You’re lying to yourself. You’re trying to create an image, a person that’s not you. It’s fact that if you tell someone their not good enough long enough that person will be begin to believe it. If you keep telling yourself that your not good enough, sooner or later you will begin to believe it. If you keep telling yourself that you’re this person you’ve created, you’ll begin to believe it. Then when you can’t be that person…it’s devistating. Don’t do that to yourself. 

You are perfect the way you are. And that person is who you need to project onto the world. Don’t be ashamed of your pain, your illnesses or any hardships you’ve been having. If you need help, ask for it. You’re not alone. Everyone struggles. 

You’re your worst critic. Love yourself. Always. Originals are always worth more than copies. Don’t cover up who you are, embrace it and share it! 

I love you. 

Sorry for the touchy-feelyness this week. 

No. You know what? I’m not sorry. I love you. And I just needed to tell you that. 

Ok. I’m done now. Gross, sappy feels be gone! 

OXOXO 

Kat 

Delete, Edit, Revise and Fine Tune

Good morning my loves!

It’s a nice rainy day here in East Texas. It stormed all night, and this morning as I looked out my window I was reminded of the blissful days I spent in the UK. I love the rain, I love cloudy, dreadful days. Don’t ask me why. I awoke today in a splendid mood despite how horrible I feel, so I figured this would be a good time to sit and write.

I’ve been thinking about this post for a while now. And Gem posted a podcast this morning on the same topic. You can listen to it here.

As a spoonie, you begin to realize who your real friends are. You notice people who find it hard to cope with your pain, or just don’t understand why you keep bailing and canceling on them. I’ve gone through this process with friends and family. There are people in my life that I’ve just had to let go of because either I disagreed with how they lived their life, we drifted apart for various reasons, or they constantly commented on my inability to keep plans. The group of friends I have now, Elsa, Mulan, Anita, Belle and Queenie as well as my life long bestie, C, are the people I rely on. They are very supportive and loving. They never make me feel guilty for cancelling or not wanting to do something because of the way I feel. These people are the first people I tell about everything! They were the first to know about my diagnosis and they’re also the people that made me go to the doctor in the first place. They say first hand how quickly I changed, how I was tired all the time and in pain.

My sisters, my parents, and my grandparents are amazing as well.

But it broke my heart to let go of some people. Mac was incredibly supportive but I he had his own issues with depression and anxiety. I would open up to him, but he never opened up to me. He and I agreed to call it quits because we weren’t what each other wanted in a relationship. L and I drifted apart. Not really sure why, but now as I see her on social media–I don’t see the girl who was determined to be my friend in Spanish that year. She simply stopped talking to me. And for a while I felt like it was my fault–for every relationship that I had let fall apart. But then I realized that letting go of the people who didn’t understand or who caused me anxiety is never a bad thing. As much as it pained me to let them go, I knew it was what I had to do for myself.

Unhealthy relationships don’t always happen with lovers, they can be friendships, family members, or coworkers. I love my job, but I have nightmares about certain events, I have panic attacks almost daily and I get dizzy because I stand most of the time. I made the decision to move away and start fresh in a bigger town because the opportunities were endless and that would put distance between me and people who constantly berate me for not wanting to be touched. Most of my family doesn’t even agree with my career choices. But the ones who are most important to me support my decisions even though they don’t like them.

These are the people you need in your life. Never ever feel guilty because you let go of a harmful relationship. You always need to put your and your body first. Stress has physical and emotional effects as well as anxiety and depression. I understand staying in a place because you have no other choice, but don’t make it your forever. Strive to grow, strive to move on. Work for that promotion, save up for that new apartment on the other side of town, and never quit looking for your dream job.

As a writer, when we weed out the bad things in a post, story, or novel we call this editing. There is such a thing as over editing, but having an extra set of eyes is always very helpful. Surround yourself with people who love you and support you so that when you need help weeding out those people and things that make you unhappy, they’ll be more than happy to lend a fresh perspective. Revise the list of people you keep close to you, edit out the people who bring you down and delete harmful things from your daily life. Once you make the major changes, then you can go back and add finishing touches and fine tune the punctuation. Your story is yours to write. No one ever gets it perfect on the first draft, but that’s what second and third drafts are for. If you don’t get it right the first time, try again. Just remember…

“Never compare your chapter one so someone else’s chapter twenty.” ~ unknown.

OXOXO,

With love from,

Kat