Hudsy.

Today is a big day in the Reinke house.

My little brother is now a teenager.

I know… It’s terrifying.

I mean I knew he was growing up.. He’s a lot taller than me now and his voice is all deep and stuff.. But now he’s 13..and it’s crazy. So even though he doesn’t usually read my blog (cough jerk cough) I decided to write about him and give him a little advice about surviving teenage years.

Being only 2 and a half years apart, we’ve always had a love/hate relationship.. We disagree on a lot of subjects…especially taste in music..but I don’t know what I’d do without him. I tell him pretty much everything and sometimes he lets me give him girl advice… (I pretend like I know what I’m talking about). He is so talented.. His determination always inspires me so much more than he knows.

Well Hudson… (and any other newly 13 year old in the world) I have a few guidelines for you about surviving teen years. (Guidelines….not rules….teenagers hate rules.)

1. Don’t try too hard. You’re amazing as you are. Don’t change for other people… Don’t pretend to be something you’re not.

2. Don’t be cool. Listen… you’re a teenager now…coolness is part of the package! Do stupid things. Dance at parties. Laugh at dumb jokes. Don’t be afraid of embarrassment because what’s better…having fun? Or watching others have fun because you don’t want to be laughed at? Definitely numero uno.

3. Don’t fuss too much about your hair. Trust me, it looks fantastic.

4. Do what you love. If you love to sing, sing loud. If you love to play sports, play until you’re exhausted. And if you love to unicycle…then you be the best darn unicycler the world has ever known.

5. ALWAYS hug your mom goodnight. This is the most important.. If you want to survive years as a teenager, never be too cool to hug the woman who gave birth to you.

Hudson, I love you. I’m sorry if I’m being an embarrassing older sister…but I mean it. I can’t believe you’re a teenager..but for me you’ll always be the little boy with the lion bath towel and basketball pacifier.. The boy I acted out multiple scenes from High School Musical with in the living room. The spikey-haired kid with the raspy little voice. My best friend. I can’t wait to watch you grow more..(hopefully not in height because I can’t have people thinking I’m younger than you).. I can’t wait to help teach you how to drive one day.. Or intimidate the girl you bring to family dinner.. Believe it or not…I got sad earlier thinking about someday not sharing a bathroom with you.. I’ll miss arguing over my make up being on “your side” and brushing our teeth together.. I’ll miss listening to you sing Whitney Houston in the shower.. But right now I’m gonna finish watching your favorite movie with you… Lego: Adventures of Clutch Powers.. No. Not the Lego Movie… You’re way too hipster for that.. And today while you listen to Eminem in the car, I’ll remember that someday I won’t get to hear you singing…or….rapping..along from the back seat. Promise you’ll never lose your strange fascination in leprechauns. Or give up on your dream. And never EVER change your very detailed process of fixing your hair (no matter how much I mock it) because your hair is truly a work of art. Fo real.

I love you, Hudson. Thank you for being my best friend, for always making me laugh..and for being the best brother in the world. Oh….and happy birthday.

I wuv you Hudsy Wudsy bear..

(In case I haven’t embarrassed you enough.)

peace & love

MR

Unknowns.

Ello my dears.

A few days ago I had a pretty important meeting at a studio involving my music and future and all that jazz.. And I was nervous. Really nervous. So while pulling at my clothes anxiously in the front seat of the car, my darling father (noticing my nerves) started trying to inspire me..He’s really cool like that.. He started talking about fear. Uncertainty. The moments completely out of our control.

The unknowns.

There are certain moments every once in awhile..where you just don’t know. When you’re standing at the beach on the edge of the water wondering if the wave will reach you this time. The moment when your hands are shaking and your heart is pounding just before you say the words you know could change everything. The deep breath before the lights come on and the curtain opens. Everything is up in the air. All the cards are on the table and anything could happen.

Unknowns.

Fear is something in all of us, something we face as little kids with shadows on our bedroom walls and those shadows of fear haunt us forever. I’ve always been afraid of uncertainty and not knowing what’s to come. But what I’ve realized is that being unsure is an adventure.. Like driving down a winding road without having any clue where it’s taking you. All you know is that you’re moving on. If we stay in the same place forever, with the same routine, wearing the same house shoes and reading the same book over and over, what do we learn? Yeah, we’re settled. And those house shoes are probably pretty comfortable.. And that’s a great book… But then what? We learn from experience. We fall down..then we get back up again. We make a mistake..we learn from it. We get our hearts broken…we eat lots of ice cream and write a hit song about it….okay…maybe not… But we do learn from that hurt..and when someone new and beautiful comes along, we might be a little more cautious..but we’ll also be surprised at how it feels to feel like that again. Everything is uncertain. Everything can change in one instant.

Well my dad probably said it better than I can… but unknowns are not bad. They’re scary. But they are an adventure. So I’ve decided to welcome the possibilities, good or bad, not run from them. When you run you might save yourself from hurt, but you might miss out on the chance to really live if you’re always hiding from what COULD go wrong.

I don’t know if you’ll like this post.. You might not like it.. I probably shouldn’t have posted it… What if you’re mocking me right now? What if a meteor is about to crash into earth and you won’t have a chance to get into an emergency evacuation spaceship because you’re busy reading this? This was a mistake… I’m gonna go cry in a dark corner for like 3 days…

peace & love

MR

Valentine.

This coming Friday is a pretty important day for most of the world..

Valentine’s day.

When you’re a kid, February 14th is a day of little coloring paper cards, stuffed animals and watching your parents while dreaming of someday when your prince comes along. When you’re a teenager, it’s either a day of smiles, hope and dressing up anxiously awaiting the evening with butterflies in your stomach.. Or it’s a day of lots and lots of chocolate, tears, and movies based on Nicholas Sparks novels..  When you’re an adult, the butterflies have mostly flown away and you’re trying to find more creative ways to surprise your husband or wife.. (or that’s what I’m assuming old people do on this holiday.)

I feel like romance has been down-graded these days.. I sure wish I could’ve lived in the days of hand written letters, red roses and throwing pebbles at windows.. But sadly, I live in 2014 when nothing is romantic unless you’re someone’s “Man crush Monday” or “Woman crush Wednesday” on Instagram and you’re much more likely to get a flower emoticon on a text than a real flower.. But I have realized that just because things aren’t the same as they were in the “olden days” does not mean that cute creative Valentine’s Days don’t exist.

You see, I’m actually happy this year…and guess what…I might not be wearing my pajamas all day while eating Goldfish alone on my couch…I might decide to have fun and enjoy the day..I might even fix my hair and stuff like that.. I used to think Valentine’s Day was an overrated holiday for people that don’t know how to surprise their significant other on their own time and a day for single people to feel particularly lonely. But I had a major change of attitude this year. I’m actually excited about this Friday! (crazy right?)

I did some research on how Valentine’s Day got started and I found an interesting legend.. I won’t tell the long story of Saint Valentine.. But I will tell you that he was put in jail for converting people to Christianity.. While he was in jail, he healed a sick girl named Julia, who was the daughter of his jailer, and they fell in love. He found out he was going to be executed and he wrote Julia a letter signed Your Valentine.. After he was killed, Julia and 44 of the jailer’s household were baptized and converted to Christianity.. They say that’s how this holiday started.

I was surprised by the story.. I thought it was beautiful. Love is a powerful thing. And it made me realize that there is usually more than meets the eye.. That maybe a holiday like this is a good reminder that love is an adventure. It is wild, confusing and wonderful all at once. It is life changing and full of hope. I may be a nosy, know-it-all teenager.. But this Friday I like the idea of hope. Hope and excitement for the “someday”s.

Well…Merry Valentine’s Eve’s Eve….

Is that the wrong holiday?

peace & love

MR