Day 4:
Lost a good friend yesterday. Makes you wonder what life is all about, really. Also, makes you really appreciate life and value the people that are in it with you. We need each other. We need each other in moments of strength and in weakness. It's the best way to deal and heal. With loved ones surrounding you. Helping you up along the way. There is no greater bond than that of an understanding friend. Learn to laugh more often, love deeper, talk to people, tell them how important they are to you and how much you value them. Sometimes there are no second chances to express that. Sometimes we think, 'next time', next time isn't always around. So dare I say, lean on people in moments of weakness, cry on their shoulder, use their strength to find you own. You will need it. And when the time comes, and it will, be their rock. Their stability. Their faith. There is no greater satisfaction than knowing you have helped someone to heal their wounded soul. Our friends and loved ones who have passed are at peace. No pain, no sorrow, no longing for a better tomorrow. I think they must watch over us and laugh at how silly we are. We cry for them though they do not need our tears. They truly are the lucky ones. To have found peace in the arms of angels.
Super XO
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
Day 3:
Hearing far too many young girls, and for that matter, girls my age who should know better, complain about weight, weight loss, poor body image, and poor self image. There is already so much critisim on each and everyone one of us daily, why should we be the subjects of our own harsh and unforgiving critisim? Every girl/woman at some point in her life, will hate hate herself for some unchangeable reason. "My hips are too wide, my thighs are too big, I can't iron on my stomach, my nose, my face, my this, my that..." And the list could go on for as long as I have committed my self to this blog.
However, the point is, why can't we just be happy with oursleves? This is one we can't blame on our mother's ladies. It's an inner hatred aimed only at oursleves. I bet for every one thing we hate about ourselves, I am sure there are ten that other people admire. Unless, well, unless you are a total bitch. Then you are on your own. The tiny flaw on your face, the dimple on your ass, the pants you bought that no longer fit, no body cares! And 99% of them won't even notice if you can be content with yourself. The self conscious, self loathing people are the ones we pick at. The ones we notice, "omg, did you see...?" So instead of stepping out today, or tomorrow, with the thought of "I hate my weight, I hate my face, I hate my ...whatever", stand in the mirror. 30 seconds. Just stand. Pick one thing everday that you really like about yourself. If, on those days where you are feeling bloated and busted, you can't find a physical attribute that you like, pick a characteristic. "I love my laugh, I love my sense of humor...etc". I safely guarantee you will leave the house with a lighter heart, an easier smile, and an effect on everyone you encounter. Self contentment radiates.
If you happen to be a young girl who hasn't grown up with a father and mother who were as encouraging as mine, you have some work ahead of you. Not hard work, but work. If you haven't grown up with a father telling you that you are the most beautiful girl in the world, then you have to learn to love yourself. For who you are, for what you strive to become, and for the body that is to carry you through this life. They come in all shapes and sizes and colours and all are absolutley beautiful in their own right. Of course it is nice to hear from another person, but that person can't make you believe what they see. You have to see and love it for yourself.
Every girl/woman wants to told she is beautiful. And, every girl likes flowers. No matter what they say. It's true.
Day 3 complete. Super XO
Hearing far too many young girls, and for that matter, girls my age who should know better, complain about weight, weight loss, poor body image, and poor self image. There is already so much critisim on each and everyone one of us daily, why should we be the subjects of our own harsh and unforgiving critisim? Every girl/woman at some point in her life, will hate hate herself for some unchangeable reason. "My hips are too wide, my thighs are too big, I can't iron on my stomach, my nose, my face, my this, my that..." And the list could go on for as long as I have committed my self to this blog.
However, the point is, why can't we just be happy with oursleves? This is one we can't blame on our mother's ladies. It's an inner hatred aimed only at oursleves. I bet for every one thing we hate about ourselves, I am sure there are ten that other people admire. Unless, well, unless you are a total bitch. Then you are on your own. The tiny flaw on your face, the dimple on your ass, the pants you bought that no longer fit, no body cares! And 99% of them won't even notice if you can be content with yourself. The self conscious, self loathing people are the ones we pick at. The ones we notice, "omg, did you see...?" So instead of stepping out today, or tomorrow, with the thought of "I hate my weight, I hate my face, I hate my ...whatever", stand in the mirror. 30 seconds. Just stand. Pick one thing everday that you really like about yourself. If, on those days where you are feeling bloated and busted, you can't find a physical attribute that you like, pick a characteristic. "I love my laugh, I love my sense of humor...etc". I safely guarantee you will leave the house with a lighter heart, an easier smile, and an effect on everyone you encounter. Self contentment radiates.
If you happen to be a young girl who hasn't grown up with a father and mother who were as encouraging as mine, you have some work ahead of you. Not hard work, but work. If you haven't grown up with a father telling you that you are the most beautiful girl in the world, then you have to learn to love yourself. For who you are, for what you strive to become, and for the body that is to carry you through this life. They come in all shapes and sizes and colours and all are absolutley beautiful in their own right. Of course it is nice to hear from another person, but that person can't make you believe what they see. You have to see and love it for yourself.
Every girl/woman wants to told she is beautiful. And, every girl likes flowers. No matter what they say. It's true.
Day 3 complete. Super XO
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Day 2:
In an age where technology has taken over, we text more then we talk, we email more than we laugh, we have little face2face communication. We lack in personal communication skills in an age where communication is key. Facebook and Twitter age. The 21st century.
There are some things in life that deserve more than a sentence to the world via a facebook update or tweet. Death springs to mind, as does anything you wouldn't stand up on a chair and shout in a public setting. Many have lost all sense of curtosy, understanding, and/or compassion. We lack these qualities in a time and age when they are needed most. We live in a numb, dangerous, threatening, scrutinizing society. We need each other. Everyone needs someone to lean on, someone to cry to/with, someone to laugh with, and someone feel with. We all could use a person who can tell your thoughts, feelings, emotions etc with just a subtle glance. To know your joy and your pain in an instant. Relationships like these are forever. They are deep rooted, beautiful. It makes us vulnerable. It makes us human.
In conclusion, the goal here is to be a better listener, be a better friend, be a better person. Laugh more, love deeper, make lasting relationships deep rooted and true. I will strive to be a more gracious individual and better appreciate the words of others as they are spoken to me. Find purpose, be understanding aand compassionate.
That's all for Day 2. Enjoy. Super XO
In an age where technology has taken over, we text more then we talk, we email more than we laugh, we have little face2face communication. We lack in personal communication skills in an age where communication is key. Facebook and Twitter age. The 21st century.
There are some things in life that deserve more than a sentence to the world via a facebook update or tweet. Death springs to mind, as does anything you wouldn't stand up on a chair and shout in a public setting. Many have lost all sense of curtosy, understanding, and/or compassion. We lack these qualities in a time and age when they are needed most. We live in a numb, dangerous, threatening, scrutinizing society. We need each other. Everyone needs someone to lean on, someone to cry to/with, someone to laugh with, and someone feel with. We all could use a person who can tell your thoughts, feelings, emotions etc with just a subtle glance. To know your joy and your pain in an instant. Relationships like these are forever. They are deep rooted, beautiful. It makes us vulnerable. It makes us human.
In conclusion, the goal here is to be a better listener, be a better friend, be a better person. Laugh more, love deeper, make lasting relationships deep rooted and true. I will strive to be a more gracious individual and better appreciate the words of others as they are spoken to me. Find purpose, be understanding aand compassionate.
That's all for Day 2. Enjoy. Super XO
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
So, here we are. Day 1 of my blogging career. Let's see how this goes. Actually, let's see how relevant the information gets. I estimate, not very.
It has been reccommended to me to 'blog' about daily life, rather then grumble about it around the house, as a means of 'setting the day free each night'. Hmm Sound like alot of shit? Yeah. I hear ya. I thought so too. BUT, I have committed myself to this as a 365 day project. I am hoping to be able to write each night/day. Yikes. I know.Although, I do see this taking the form of a journal of sorts. Don't worry, I am not that open. I wouldn't dare share non-sense about first kisses, last kisses, bad kisses, etc. I do, however, picture this being an outlet for expression, experience, and simple and deep thought. Ya know, all the typical ponderings of life. Love. Loss. Happiness. Sorrow. What are we all doing here? LOL Bored yet? No? You'll get there. That's all for today. Write tomorrow. Super XO
It has been reccommended to me to 'blog' about daily life, rather then grumble about it around the house, as a means of 'setting the day free each night'. Hmm Sound like alot of shit? Yeah. I hear ya. I thought so too. BUT, I have committed myself to this as a 365 day project. I am hoping to be able to write each night/day. Yikes. I know.Although, I do see this taking the form of a journal of sorts. Don't worry, I am not that open. I wouldn't dare share non-sense about first kisses, last kisses, bad kisses, etc. I do, however, picture this being an outlet for expression, experience, and simple and deep thought. Ya know, all the typical ponderings of life. Love. Loss. Happiness. Sorrow. What are we all doing here? LOL Bored yet? No? You'll get there. That's all for today. Write tomorrow. Super XO
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