When was the last time you had a gut wrenching laugh? Tears and pee included. It seems like those kind of laughs are few and far between. Sure we all have a little chuckle now and then. And maybe a good laugh. But the kind that leave you gasping for air, wiping your eyes, and changing your underwear don't seem to come as often as we need them. I can honestly say I've had two in the last week. I truly believe the laughter has lightened my mood. If not put a huge smile on my face randomly throughout the day.
The process is simple actually. Take out your photo album from the 80's! You can't count the 70's because most of the fashion trends have gone back to that simple, sleek look. Even the Afro has come back! However, go to the 80's, and even early 90's, and look how big your hair was and how awful your clothes were. The funny part, we THOUGHT we looked GOOD!!! I was so busy laughing the weeks before Christmas at the Glamour Shot pictures that Ellen was showing, that I never gave ANY thought to the embarrassing pictures I had in my own closet. That was until last night.
It started with my girlfriend sending me a picture of her new haircut. It all went downhill from there. After sharing a few old pictures, I will suffice to say that it ended with her son asking if I was a man and if she had an Afro like the guy from the band LMFAO. Why she told him it was us in the first place is beyond me. I told her she should have said, "that's my "friend" and the man whore she picked up!" To say "what was I thinking?" is a gross understatement!
Most people don't get better looking with age. I, on the other hand, feel that I have. Wink, wink! I gave my boyfriend such grief when he told me I used to be a "6" years ago and a "10" now, that I actually had to apologize to him today. I think he was being generous in both cases. But, good lord! I looked horrible! Who let me out of the house??? You know we all snicker at people we see, especially the Walmart folks, who step out with something ridiculous on. And why? Because they walked out thinking like the rest of us, "I look GOOD!"
I realize that we can't always look our best, and that even famous people have their off days. But come on! Even when I don't get a shower everyday, I don't look that bad. Well, I don't look like a man anymore! I may smell like one, but that's nothing perfume can't hide. Yes those pictures are embarrassing as all get out, but I'm not burning them. The laughs they produce are PRICELESS! Imagine how much happier the world would be if everyone got out their old photos?? I'm telling you, if you're having a rotten day, and need a good laugh, all it takes is a good look at yourself from the past. And that my friends is worth a change of underwear any day of the week!
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
It's Over
Hallelujah!!!!! Woo Hoo....oh wait! No it isn't over! Damn! 23 birthdays in January to go. Obviously there were a lot of busy people in March. Well that certainly gives a new meaning to spring fever. UGH!!!
I have said before that I hate the holidays. I hate after the holidays even more. The bills pile in, the weight is still lingering, I have detox shakes, AND way too many birthdays to STILL celebrate. And it's not like I can just buy a quick card or send a Happy Birthday email. NOOOOOOO, that would be cheap and easy. Everyone is a family member or really good friend that needs something. It just NEVER seems to end.
This year, I made a few attainable New Years resolutions. Mind you I do this every year. But, this year the difference is the word "attainable". I signed up for two races. One in May and one in September. Those will help with the lingering weight issue. The detox shakes may also subside with the help of the training. Though the jury is still out on that. After all, I do have five kids with homework. It's the bills I'm more concerned about. I decided that I truly do need to cut back. I really don't need my toes and nails done. I like it, but don't need it. I really don't need that $7 Meijer t-shirt. I want it, but don't need it. And, my kids don't need seven gifts, or whatever the hell I buy, EACH for their birthdays. Christmas was just here for crying out loud!
I think it's just going to boil down to little changes. Little changes that effect the big picture. A new year always brings hope for big changes. But the reality is we all start off with grandiose plans and then get upset because at some point we fall short. Being a goal setter by trait, I'm pretty good about following through. But like everyone, some times I need a little extra motivation. That light at the end of the tunnel. I can see it in the distance, and feel like I'm getting closer, I just need to figure out a way to pull all of it together and make it shine brighter.
Little changes, one by one, all add up in the end. I will not let negative people tell me I can't do something. I will not be upset that I can't have something I long for. I will not buy my kids useless trinkets just to ward off a tantrum. I will not take the easy road when I'm exhausted. And I will not take for granted all the wonderful things that are right in front of me. Yes, I will still yell at my kids to get their stuff on and get in the car. Yes, I will still be upset when they hate my cooking. Yes, I will still go crazy when they make a mess and refuse to clean it up. And, yes I will absolutely love them for reminding me that they are their own unique person that keeps me on my toes day and night. I wouldn't trade a single argument in the world. Let's face it, that's why a mom invented alcohol!
Bring on the new year! I don't know how good it will be. But, I will take it in stride, make my little changes, reach my attainable goals, and be thankful for all that I have. My girlfriend keeps reminding me that every day is a gift. Now, if I could just figure out how to wrap it with a big bow, I'd save myself a lot of time and money! Hey! is that the easy road since I'm completely exhausted??? I better eat something and have a drink to think about that!
I have said before that I hate the holidays. I hate after the holidays even more. The bills pile in, the weight is still lingering, I have detox shakes, AND way too many birthdays to STILL celebrate. And it's not like I can just buy a quick card or send a Happy Birthday email. NOOOOOOO, that would be cheap and easy. Everyone is a family member or really good friend that needs something. It just NEVER seems to end.
This year, I made a few attainable New Years resolutions. Mind you I do this every year. But, this year the difference is the word "attainable". I signed up for two races. One in May and one in September. Those will help with the lingering weight issue. The detox shakes may also subside with the help of the training. Though the jury is still out on that. After all, I do have five kids with homework. It's the bills I'm more concerned about. I decided that I truly do need to cut back. I really don't need my toes and nails done. I like it, but don't need it. I really don't need that $7 Meijer t-shirt. I want it, but don't need it. And, my kids don't need seven gifts, or whatever the hell I buy, EACH for their birthdays. Christmas was just here for crying out loud!
I think it's just going to boil down to little changes. Little changes that effect the big picture. A new year always brings hope for big changes. But the reality is we all start off with grandiose plans and then get upset because at some point we fall short. Being a goal setter by trait, I'm pretty good about following through. But like everyone, some times I need a little extra motivation. That light at the end of the tunnel. I can see it in the distance, and feel like I'm getting closer, I just need to figure out a way to pull all of it together and make it shine brighter.
Little changes, one by one, all add up in the end. I will not let negative people tell me I can't do something. I will not be upset that I can't have something I long for. I will not buy my kids useless trinkets just to ward off a tantrum. I will not take the easy road when I'm exhausted. And I will not take for granted all the wonderful things that are right in front of me. Yes, I will still yell at my kids to get their stuff on and get in the car. Yes, I will still be upset when they hate my cooking. Yes, I will still go crazy when they make a mess and refuse to clean it up. And, yes I will absolutely love them for reminding me that they are their own unique person that keeps me on my toes day and night. I wouldn't trade a single argument in the world. Let's face it, that's why a mom invented alcohol!
Bring on the new year! I don't know how good it will be. But, I will take it in stride, make my little changes, reach my attainable goals, and be thankful for all that I have. My girlfriend keeps reminding me that every day is a gift. Now, if I could just figure out how to wrap it with a big bow, I'd save myself a lot of time and money! Hey! is that the easy road since I'm completely exhausted??? I better eat something and have a drink to think about that!
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Cooking
I'm just going to throw this out there. I hate cooking. I wish I didn't. Don't get me wrong. I love food! Maybe a little too much. In fact I tell everyone, if you don't know what to get me, cook for me. It's the best gift in the world. My kids are a trip. When I cook they complain about what I make. When I don't cook, they complain about that. There is no appeasing the masses. EVER!
Since I met my man, I have always tried to do a little something for his family at the holidays. I thought, everyone loves to get food, give them that. It's a cheap and easy gift. That was three years ago. I have created monsters! My sitter used to make this amazing sausage bread for us at Christmas. It's a pain to make, but it's sooooo yummy, it's worth the work. Every year his family has fought over the bread and gobbled it up in a matter of minutes. Guess what? I'm not making it this year! I thought they all liked me. It may be questionable after this weekend. Regardless, they are all getting something equally as yummy. I'm making them all this amazing egg dish and phenomenal cupcakes.
Here's where the story goes awry. Cupcakes. My children have noticed that I am making them. Try explaining to five young children that they aren't for them. DOES NOT GO OVER WELL AT ALL! Honestly, who doesn't love a cupcake? We like them so much that every Tuesday night we are glued to the TV watching Cupcake Wars on The Food Network. I don't know if it's the challenges on the show that have my kids hooked, or the cupcakes themselves. And who knew there were so many cupcake stores out there?! After watching this show, it's evident that not everyone can actually make a yummy cupcake. My kids cheer for the winners of the challenges, poo poo some of the types of cupcakes, and argue about who is actually going to win the whole thing! It's nuts! Last night however, they were arguing so much, that I shut it off and sent them to bed. There seems to be more competition in my house over the show, than on the show itself.
No I'm not that big of a scrooge. I am a scrooge and I can't stand the holidays, but I'm not heartless either. Yes, my kids will get a cupcake. A CUPCAKE mind you. These are the fancy kind you make from scratch. I've only ever made ones out of a box. I've got to have guinea pigs to try them before I go handing them out to others. I made that mistake years ago with cookies. I gave them to a bunch of my guy friends. They were so awful, they used them as hockey pucks in the parking lot. Kids are brutally honest, so you have to use them for tasters.
Thank goodness I don't have to make them in 45 minutes like the show! I'm just going to take my time and pray they turn out. I suppose if they don't I can give them anyway and just tell them they're snowballs. But don't throw them, they could take out a window! Wish me luck! I'm off to cooking....
Since I met my man, I have always tried to do a little something for his family at the holidays. I thought, everyone loves to get food, give them that. It's a cheap and easy gift. That was three years ago. I have created monsters! My sitter used to make this amazing sausage bread for us at Christmas. It's a pain to make, but it's sooooo yummy, it's worth the work. Every year his family has fought over the bread and gobbled it up in a matter of minutes. Guess what? I'm not making it this year! I thought they all liked me. It may be questionable after this weekend. Regardless, they are all getting something equally as yummy. I'm making them all this amazing egg dish and phenomenal cupcakes.
Here's where the story goes awry. Cupcakes. My children have noticed that I am making them. Try explaining to five young children that they aren't for them. DOES NOT GO OVER WELL AT ALL! Honestly, who doesn't love a cupcake? We like them so much that every Tuesday night we are glued to the TV watching Cupcake Wars on The Food Network. I don't know if it's the challenges on the show that have my kids hooked, or the cupcakes themselves. And who knew there were so many cupcake stores out there?! After watching this show, it's evident that not everyone can actually make a yummy cupcake. My kids cheer for the winners of the challenges, poo poo some of the types of cupcakes, and argue about who is actually going to win the whole thing! It's nuts! Last night however, they were arguing so much, that I shut it off and sent them to bed. There seems to be more competition in my house over the show, than on the show itself.
No I'm not that big of a scrooge. I am a scrooge and I can't stand the holidays, but I'm not heartless either. Yes, my kids will get a cupcake. A CUPCAKE mind you. These are the fancy kind you make from scratch. I've only ever made ones out of a box. I've got to have guinea pigs to try them before I go handing them out to others. I made that mistake years ago with cookies. I gave them to a bunch of my guy friends. They were so awful, they used them as hockey pucks in the parking lot. Kids are brutally honest, so you have to use them for tasters.
Thank goodness I don't have to make them in 45 minutes like the show! I'm just going to take my time and pray they turn out. I suppose if they don't I can give them anyway and just tell them they're snowballs. But don't throw them, they could take out a window! Wish me luck! I'm off to cooking....
Monday, December 5, 2011
Unexpected Surprises
I am not a gal who handles surprises gracefully. In fact, I don't like them at all. It's a control issue with me. I like to know exactly what's going to happen. Granted there are obviously some times in life that are out of our control, and truly a surprise. But for the stuff that I have some say in, I want to have a say!
In this instance I was met with a pleasant surprise. One that I am always grateful for. As we know from my previous post, I have been the mommy from hell. Evil doesn't even come close to the wrath I unleashed last week on my chitlings. Yes, I did feel bad and yes, I did apologize. I think sometimes I just get so overwhelmed with trying to get things perfect, that I lose sight of the simple things that matter most. A sad but true fact.
My mood also compounded with a nagging guilt I had about leaving my kids for the weekend. Mind you, it was no different from any other weekend that I spend away from them. After all, they do have a father who is entitled to see them. It was the fact that a lot of stuff was going on that I wanted to be a part of, but committed myself to something else. I have always said that as mom's we have to make time for ourselves. Otherwise EVERYONE around us suffers. The guilt that comes with that decision is often insurmountable. And most of the time we think of it as unforgivable. When in fact it's neither. It's a personal pressure we place upon us that no one, but another mom, understands.
Here's where my surprise lay. And actually there were several over the course of a few days. My son, who mind you hates my very being most days, called me because he was bored. That made me feel good. And, when I got home no one was worse for the wear. They all had to tell me their stories, no one was upset. Everyone was extremely tired, brushed their teeth and went to bed without an argument!!!! Honestly?! Does life get any better than that???? Not in my book it doesn't. I always say it's the little things in my life that matter. And clearly that was the case. I'm in a better mood today and actually looking forward to spending the holidays with my kids, my family, my man, and his family. All that pressure and guilt I placed on myself melted immediately when we all fell happily asleep last night. Ahhhh, maybe an occasional surprise is good...MAYBE! Let's not get crazy now!
In this instance I was met with a pleasant surprise. One that I am always grateful for. As we know from my previous post, I have been the mommy from hell. Evil doesn't even come close to the wrath I unleashed last week on my chitlings. Yes, I did feel bad and yes, I did apologize. I think sometimes I just get so overwhelmed with trying to get things perfect, that I lose sight of the simple things that matter most. A sad but true fact.
My mood also compounded with a nagging guilt I had about leaving my kids for the weekend. Mind you, it was no different from any other weekend that I spend away from them. After all, they do have a father who is entitled to see them. It was the fact that a lot of stuff was going on that I wanted to be a part of, but committed myself to something else. I have always said that as mom's we have to make time for ourselves. Otherwise EVERYONE around us suffers. The guilt that comes with that decision is often insurmountable. And most of the time we think of it as unforgivable. When in fact it's neither. It's a personal pressure we place upon us that no one, but another mom, understands.
Here's where my surprise lay. And actually there were several over the course of a few days. My son, who mind you hates my very being most days, called me because he was bored. That made me feel good. And, when I got home no one was worse for the wear. They all had to tell me their stories, no one was upset. Everyone was extremely tired, brushed their teeth and went to bed without an argument!!!! Honestly?! Does life get any better than that???? Not in my book it doesn't. I always say it's the little things in my life that matter. And clearly that was the case. I'm in a better mood today and actually looking forward to spending the holidays with my kids, my family, my man, and his family. All that pressure and guilt I placed on myself melted immediately when we all fell happily asleep last night. Ahhhh, maybe an occasional surprise is good...MAYBE! Let's not get crazy now!
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
The Holidays
Here we go again. The holidays. I can't quite figure out why they make me soooo incredibly grouchy. Oh wait, yes I can. Because I run around like a mad woman cooking, cleaning, shopping, wrapping, organizing, and everything else in between. Which equates to a run down, less time for running (to work off excess food and alcohol), sleep deprived, bad mood, sick mom. And for WHAT I ask you?
Why can't I be a kid again? Why can't I get sooooo excited to see all the decorations, hear Christmas music, relax, and actually enjoy the moment? My kids are out of control with excitement right now. They couldn't contain themselves if I duct taped them to a pole. So much so, that I have literally in two days become the biggest, worst, meanest mommy dearest in all the land. I have Mother of the Year locked tight this year! I mean it's so bad that I actually feel bad and am beyond embarrassed. I was yelling at them so harshly last night that my throat hurts today and I'm pretty sure I heard one of them say that they thought I should be committed. UGH!
I don't know where it all went wrong. All the pressure to buy the perfect gifts, make the perfect food, look perfect, put a smile on my face, be nice to people I clearly don't want to, and so on. I heard someone on a TV show say, "fake it til ya can make it." I've got to make it my motto right now or there may be a few less children for Santa to deliver presents to, and a crazy wacko mommy banging her head in a warm padded room soon!
I've got to snap out of this and learn to enjoy the holidays for what they are. Time with my family that I don't ordinarily get. It's truly that simple. I am blessed with children who make me insanely crazy, yet teach me something new about myself every day. I am blessed with healthy parents who would drop everything to be by my side no matter what I do or say. I am blessed with friends who aren't afraid to tell me like it is, then turn around and make me pee from laughter. I am blessed with a partner who gave me hope in happily ever after again. He makes me smile and laugh and loves me for me. I am blessed with a roof over my head, food on the table, and some change in my pocket. And as much as I loath my ex for every rotten undermining comment, on top of his continal lack of respect toward me, I am thankful that I was able to get five great kids from him and that he continues to provide for them.
To me it's always the little things that matter most. I hope I can teach my kids that they don't always have to have the biggest and best of everything, and that hard work and determination ALWAYS pay off. It's so frustrating to me at the holidays when they think they are owed ALL the toys on their wish list. That somehow Santa has plenty of money and room for ALL that they want. We all want to give our kids the moon. But the reality is, they are lucky to get what they do. Oooooo here comes mean mommy again. Sneaks back in when I least expect it. But maybe that's the connection. Maybe I get so upset because I'd like to give them all that they want, and can't. However, the flip side is that they don't really need it all. And even if they had it all, it doesn't mean it would make them any happier or any more fulfilled. Makes sense to me! Now let me go explain that the a pre-teen, a have-to-have-everything son, an I'll-take-whatever-you-give-me son, and two six year olds who are happy playing with a one armed no hair Barbie. Life is good. And always unpredictable. Hand me my chocolate and a martini and all will be right with the world again....in February!
Why can't I be a kid again? Why can't I get sooooo excited to see all the decorations, hear Christmas music, relax, and actually enjoy the moment? My kids are out of control with excitement right now. They couldn't contain themselves if I duct taped them to a pole. So much so, that I have literally in two days become the biggest, worst, meanest mommy dearest in all the land. I have Mother of the Year locked tight this year! I mean it's so bad that I actually feel bad and am beyond embarrassed. I was yelling at them so harshly last night that my throat hurts today and I'm pretty sure I heard one of them say that they thought I should be committed. UGH!
I don't know where it all went wrong. All the pressure to buy the perfect gifts, make the perfect food, look perfect, put a smile on my face, be nice to people I clearly don't want to, and so on. I heard someone on a TV show say, "fake it til ya can make it." I've got to make it my motto right now or there may be a few less children for Santa to deliver presents to, and a crazy wacko mommy banging her head in a warm padded room soon!
I've got to snap out of this and learn to enjoy the holidays for what they are. Time with my family that I don't ordinarily get. It's truly that simple. I am blessed with children who make me insanely crazy, yet teach me something new about myself every day. I am blessed with healthy parents who would drop everything to be by my side no matter what I do or say. I am blessed with friends who aren't afraid to tell me like it is, then turn around and make me pee from laughter. I am blessed with a partner who gave me hope in happily ever after again. He makes me smile and laugh and loves me for me. I am blessed with a roof over my head, food on the table, and some change in my pocket. And as much as I loath my ex for every rotten undermining comment, on top of his continal lack of respect toward me, I am thankful that I was able to get five great kids from him and that he continues to provide for them.
To me it's always the little things that matter most. I hope I can teach my kids that they don't always have to have the biggest and best of everything, and that hard work and determination ALWAYS pay off. It's so frustrating to me at the holidays when they think they are owed ALL the toys on their wish list. That somehow Santa has plenty of money and room for ALL that they want. We all want to give our kids the moon. But the reality is, they are lucky to get what they do. Oooooo here comes mean mommy again. Sneaks back in when I least expect it. But maybe that's the connection. Maybe I get so upset because I'd like to give them all that they want, and can't. However, the flip side is that they don't really need it all. And even if they had it all, it doesn't mean it would make them any happier or any more fulfilled. Makes sense to me! Now let me go explain that the a pre-teen, a have-to-have-everything son, an I'll-take-whatever-you-give-me son, and two six year olds who are happy playing with a one armed no hair Barbie. Life is good. And always unpredictable. Hand me my chocolate and a martini and all will be right with the world again....in February!
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Bed Hogs....
No one ever tells you about all the BAD stuff that comes with being a mom. And I've come to the conclusion that maybe there's a perfectly simple explanation for that. Human existence would cease to exist.
Deep down we ALL love sloppy kisses, bone crushing hugs, over glued and glittered projects, goofy toothless smiles, boundless giggles, new discoveries, and so on. They all seem to melt away our frustration, anger, disappointment, resentment, and fatigue. We want the best for our kids and above all, we want them to be healthy and happy for many many years. I wish we could wrap them in bubble wrap and protect them from hurt, harm, judgement, disease, disappointment, and disability. I wish we could stop worrying about insane people who could snatch them, take away their innocence, kill them, and try to cover it up. I wish mothers who kill their own children would take their own miserable lives instead. I wish our worst fears and nightmares never came to life.
I like to live in my own bubble where I believe nothing bad ever happens to anyone. Especially children. I never wanted children when I was younger. I couldn't understand all that neediness that goes along with them. And I couldn't understand why anyone would want to purposefully set themselves up for a life time of worrying. I changed my mind dramatically one early fall morning when I witnessed the birth of a good friends son. It was so moving. He was small and perfect and priceless. And I wanted one. Five children later I conquered the neediness fear. I still have not, nor will I EVER, let go of the constant worrying. Some days it eats me up, other days I have to believe and trust that I'm making the best decisions for them. Some days I'm good, other days not so much. But at the end of the day, when they are fast asleep, I am eternally thankful that they are all a part of my life, and that they are all healthy and alive.
I have a king size bed that I share with the dumb dog. I have been sleeping on the edge of it now for ten plus years. If it's not the dog sprawled out, it's my kids. Bad dreams, bad weather, sickly, needy, you name it. I've heard it all. I absolutely love my sleep. I am NOT a morning person. It drives me insane when they all pile in and start horsing around. But I wouldn't change it for ANYTHING in the world. Nothing at all. It is a constant reminder that even when they think they hate me, and that I'm the worst mother ever, deep down they love me with all their hearts. These are the stories we share with other moms so that there will be more children. This is why being a mom is priceless. This is why it is so incredibly devastating to hear that someone harms a child.
My wish for Christmas is that all missing children are finally accounted for, sick horrible people who prey on children are removed from this earth, and that love and laugher rein supreme for every child on Christmas morn. It seems like a huge undertaking for Santa. It seems like a huge undertaking for God. In reality, it's our own responsibility. And one we should never ever take lightly. EVER!
Deep down we ALL love sloppy kisses, bone crushing hugs, over glued and glittered projects, goofy toothless smiles, boundless giggles, new discoveries, and so on. They all seem to melt away our frustration, anger, disappointment, resentment, and fatigue. We want the best for our kids and above all, we want them to be healthy and happy for many many years. I wish we could wrap them in bubble wrap and protect them from hurt, harm, judgement, disease, disappointment, and disability. I wish we could stop worrying about insane people who could snatch them, take away their innocence, kill them, and try to cover it up. I wish mothers who kill their own children would take their own miserable lives instead. I wish our worst fears and nightmares never came to life.
I like to live in my own bubble where I believe nothing bad ever happens to anyone. Especially children. I never wanted children when I was younger. I couldn't understand all that neediness that goes along with them. And I couldn't understand why anyone would want to purposefully set themselves up for a life time of worrying. I changed my mind dramatically one early fall morning when I witnessed the birth of a good friends son. It was so moving. He was small and perfect and priceless. And I wanted one. Five children later I conquered the neediness fear. I still have not, nor will I EVER, let go of the constant worrying. Some days it eats me up, other days I have to believe and trust that I'm making the best decisions for them. Some days I'm good, other days not so much. But at the end of the day, when they are fast asleep, I am eternally thankful that they are all a part of my life, and that they are all healthy and alive.
I have a king size bed that I share with the dumb dog. I have been sleeping on the edge of it now for ten plus years. If it's not the dog sprawled out, it's my kids. Bad dreams, bad weather, sickly, needy, you name it. I've heard it all. I absolutely love my sleep. I am NOT a morning person. It drives me insane when they all pile in and start horsing around. But I wouldn't change it for ANYTHING in the world. Nothing at all. It is a constant reminder that even when they think they hate me, and that I'm the worst mother ever, deep down they love me with all their hearts. These are the stories we share with other moms so that there will be more children. This is why being a mom is priceless. This is why it is so incredibly devastating to hear that someone harms a child.
My wish for Christmas is that all missing children are finally accounted for, sick horrible people who prey on children are removed from this earth, and that love and laugher rein supreme for every child on Christmas morn. It seems like a huge undertaking for Santa. It seems like a huge undertaking for God. In reality, it's our own responsibility. And one we should never ever take lightly. EVER!
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Persistence
I am absolutely one of those people who if you tell them they can't do something, I am hell bent on doing it and then some. I don't think I have ever told one of my friends that they can't or shouldn't do something. I may not agree with their decision, but I respect the fact that it is theirs, and let it go. The same does not always hold true for how they treat me.
Mind you I had an absolute blast with my two best friends this past weekend. That is until I overheard them whispering about me. Still makes me shake my head. I believe in best friends telling it like it is. No, sometimes things aren't easy to hear. But sometimes they are just plain hurtful. You can tell a friend to their face that you're supportive and non-judgemental. But the words that come out aren't always just that.
It seems as though we are so quick to judge others when something they are doing is not how we would do it ourselves. We are our own worst critics in life as it is. Having your friends beat you down on top of that just tends to wreck you. However in my case, it adds fuel to the fire.
I am not afraid to try and fail. I think that there is something to be learned each time you do. I think I am realistic and put 100% thought behind everything I do. I believe in myself and the life I am creating for my kids. I'm a good mom, good daughter, good girlfriend, and good friend. I treat people with kindness, even when I don't want to. I don't judge anyone. I believe that people make mistakes, and can make new choices that can correct the problem. I also believe that people make new choices that don't. I live my life constantly moving forward and reaching for the best. In both myself and the expectations I hold for those around me.
I don't fault my friends. But I also don't agree with their opinions. I also don't believe they can make an opinion without walking a day in my shoes. Their negativity and lack of support for the decisions I make only pushes me to strive harder and be better at ALL that I do. Or choose to do. I believe that persistence and patience pay out in the end. And that everything truly does happen for a reason. I believe that I will succeed, I will persevere, and I will reach the goals I have set for myself. I just need to remember that everything takes time. Smart decisions aren't rushed decisions.
Mind you I had an absolute blast with my two best friends this past weekend. That is until I overheard them whispering about me. Still makes me shake my head. I believe in best friends telling it like it is. No, sometimes things aren't easy to hear. But sometimes they are just plain hurtful. You can tell a friend to their face that you're supportive and non-judgemental. But the words that come out aren't always just that.
It seems as though we are so quick to judge others when something they are doing is not how we would do it ourselves. We are our own worst critics in life as it is. Having your friends beat you down on top of that just tends to wreck you. However in my case, it adds fuel to the fire.
I am not afraid to try and fail. I think that there is something to be learned each time you do. I think I am realistic and put 100% thought behind everything I do. I believe in myself and the life I am creating for my kids. I'm a good mom, good daughter, good girlfriend, and good friend. I treat people with kindness, even when I don't want to. I don't judge anyone. I believe that people make mistakes, and can make new choices that can correct the problem. I also believe that people make new choices that don't. I live my life constantly moving forward and reaching for the best. In both myself and the expectations I hold for those around me.
I don't fault my friends. But I also don't agree with their opinions. I also don't believe they can make an opinion without walking a day in my shoes. Their negativity and lack of support for the decisions I make only pushes me to strive harder and be better at ALL that I do. Or choose to do. I believe that persistence and patience pay out in the end. And that everything truly does happen for a reason. I believe that I will succeed, I will persevere, and I will reach the goals I have set for myself. I just need to remember that everything takes time. Smart decisions aren't rushed decisions.
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