Posted on April 29, 2010 by Tammy Daniel Coles: "thinks that I need to get my mind in a positive flow tonight."
I'm right there with ya, Tammy! It's funny, because even though I know exactly how to keep myself in a positive mindframe, I don't always do it. I am a firm believer in "there has to be a down to have an up, rain to make things shine, and heartache to be able to fully appreciate true love". And I think the only people who truly stay happy all the time are either totally mental, or fully medicated, or both.
A good cry, a day or two of sorrow, a morning of mourning....these are all things we need every so often, just to remind us how much better we feel when we are enjoying life. But, there is often a fine line, one I have personally walked several times, between a day or two of sorrow and a year or so of depression.
I guess the key to everything in life comes down to balance. This is no new, earth-shattering revelation I'm making here. It's just a simple truth, but one we tend to forget from time to time. One that seems so easy some days, and impossible other days. Keeping balance, of everything, can be tricky....time for friends, time for family, time for self, money in, money out, laundry clean, dishes dirty, love gained, love lost, goals made, goals met, happiness kept, sadness kept at bay.
I suppose all we can really do is, well, our best. Every day. Whether that means being loaded with happiness so much so that we sleep with a smile, or just barely keeping ourselves from the pit of despair. Our best IS good enough.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
An Institution
Posted on April 28, 2010 by Adrienne Stuart: "'Marriage is a fine institution; but I'm not ready for an institution yet.' -- Mae West"
I've thought a lot about marraige throughout the entirety of my life. Most of us, as little girls, dream of the time we get married, and how wonderful it will be. With almost every man I have encountered intimately, or relationship-wise, one of the first thoughts that crosses my mind is, "could I see myself marrying him?". Now, I don't know if every woman does this, or if it's just me and my crazy brain, or if I've just wanted to be married for so long that it's a smart thought, so I think it.
I was told about a year and a half ago by a man I was dating that he wanted to be with me forEVER. That he loved me and wanted me to be the mother of his children, and once again, love me FOREVER. Wow. This was huge for me, a first, really. I had felt this way about other people, but this is the first time someone had said it to me. Nonetheless, it was all a lie, and we broke up a few months later. Cest la vie, I guess.
Anyway, I think about this Mae West quote and what comes to mind is how crazy I feel, and likely act, when I think marraige might be an imminent possibility. If I imagine it, believe it to be a real possibility, I tend to obsess over it a bit. If we get married, will I care how his breath smells in the morning? Will he be sweet and bring me coffee? Is he faithful, strong, handy, considerate? Will we have children, and agree on how to raise them? Will that bump on his ear still be cute, or will it turn into a grand annoyance? Can I make love to this person, and only this person...FOREVER?? Will our sex be adventurous, but not too kinky? Will I find him one night on the computer, surfing internet porn? How long is it before I can pee with the door open? Or what if I fart in front of him? Will he still love me tomorrow?
So, I figure the mere idea of marraige sort of puts me in a state of madness. One might even suggest counseling or, perhaps, a padded room for me. Well, then, maybe I AM ready for marraige, after all.
I've thought a lot about marraige throughout the entirety of my life. Most of us, as little girls, dream of the time we get married, and how wonderful it will be. With almost every man I have encountered intimately, or relationship-wise, one of the first thoughts that crosses my mind is, "could I see myself marrying him?". Now, I don't know if every woman does this, or if it's just me and my crazy brain, or if I've just wanted to be married for so long that it's a smart thought, so I think it.
I was told about a year and a half ago by a man I was dating that he wanted to be with me forEVER. That he loved me and wanted me to be the mother of his children, and once again, love me FOREVER. Wow. This was huge for me, a first, really. I had felt this way about other people, but this is the first time someone had said it to me. Nonetheless, it was all a lie, and we broke up a few months later. Cest la vie, I guess.
Anyway, I think about this Mae West quote and what comes to mind is how crazy I feel, and likely act, when I think marraige might be an imminent possibility. If I imagine it, believe it to be a real possibility, I tend to obsess over it a bit. If we get married, will I care how his breath smells in the morning? Will he be sweet and bring me coffee? Is he faithful, strong, handy, considerate? Will we have children, and agree on how to raise them? Will that bump on his ear still be cute, or will it turn into a grand annoyance? Can I make love to this person, and only this person...FOREVER?? Will our sex be adventurous, but not too kinky? Will I find him one night on the computer, surfing internet porn? How long is it before I can pee with the door open? Or what if I fart in front of him? Will he still love me tomorrow?
So, I figure the mere idea of marraige sort of puts me in a state of madness. One might even suggest counseling or, perhaps, a padded room for me. Well, then, maybe I AM ready for marraige, after all.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Selfish
Posted April 27, 2010 by Michael Miller: "why oh why are some people so selfish?"
Good question, Mike. I really have no answer for you, just a lot more questions. Why do people take your heart and smash it like a bug because they know they can? How can someone who claims they care about you, just be mean, plain mean? Why is it that the more we give of ourselves, the more some people take, take, take? Who do they think they are? My new word for depression is selfishness. Blaming your rude, thoughtless actions on the fact that you are depressed is bullshit nonsense fuckery. Oh yeah, and why is it that when we are so forgiving and loving that it seems others act even more monstrous? Why do they try and make US apologize for their rotten behavior, like it's OUR fault?
Why can't we just be loved? Why can't we just be enjoyed, encouraged, smiled at? Why can't we just be cared for, cared about, and wanted? Why can't it just be easy for once?
Good question, Mike. I really have no answer for you, just a lot more questions. Why do people take your heart and smash it like a bug because they know they can? How can someone who claims they care about you, just be mean, plain mean? Why is it that the more we give of ourselves, the more some people take, take, take? Who do they think they are? My new word for depression is selfishness. Blaming your rude, thoughtless actions on the fact that you are depressed is bullshit nonsense fuckery. Oh yeah, and why is it that when we are so forgiving and loving that it seems others act even more monstrous? Why do they try and make US apologize for their rotten behavior, like it's OUR fault?
Why can't we just be loved? Why can't we just be enjoyed, encouraged, smiled at? Why can't we just be cared for, cared about, and wanted? Why can't it just be easy for once?
Think, Think, Thinking
Posted on April 26, 2010 by Karen King Hedges: "has lots of things on her mind and plans to bring them all to fruition!! Motivated and focused!!!"
I am blessed and cursed with a mind that constantly thinks, thinks, thinks. About my life, my family's lives, my friend's lives, things I want to do, things I want to be, things that can make me money, when I'm going to find love, when I'm going to feel better, what I want to do for business, when my bills are due, how many dishes I can fit in the dishwasher for maximum efficiency, how to give back to my community, how to feed my soul, who to trust, who to love, HOW to love, how to be a good friend, when to say goodbye, who I miss that has died, how to stay positive, how to create a fulfilling routine, how to stay in touch with people I love, how to remember people I've lost, which stores have the things I like on sale, which coupons I can use before they expire, what to do when someone is just blatantly mean to me, how to heal my heart after it breaks, when I'm going to have a family, when I'm going to get a book deal, what I'm going to cook for dinner, how much my apartment costs, what I need to get at the store, what work is going to be like tonight, why I still have stuffed animals, that I need to get some cold medicine soon, that I want to go home and see my Mommy, that I could sure use a hug right about now, how lonely Las Vegas is most of the time, how many times I have been hurt by people I love, that I need to buy new socks and underwear and a headlight and a tail light for my car, that this month is going to be the biggest financial struggle I've had for a long time, that I'm hoping my car will make it through another year, that I wish I could buy a real house, that I wish my tax refund was in the mail today, the fact that I now have like ten blogs set up and need to write more often, hoping that my neck stops hurting and the blisters on my feet go away soon, wishing that the snap of my fingers would clean my house like it did on Mary Poppins, missing my Mom A LOT, and that all I want to do is stop thinking. About what's on t.v., where is Jimmy Hoffa buried, who is Roger Rabbit, which one of these things doesn't belong, what is the letter of the day, how do you like me now, who's on first, what's the meaning of life, is it evolution or creation, why do we drive on a parkway and park on a driveway, why aren't we supposed to sweat the small stuff if it's the little things that count, who put the ram in the ram-a-lam-a-ding-dong?
I am blessed and cursed with a mind that constantly thinks, thinks, thinks. About my life, my family's lives, my friend's lives, things I want to do, things I want to be, things that can make me money, when I'm going to find love, when I'm going to feel better, what I want to do for business, when my bills are due, how many dishes I can fit in the dishwasher for maximum efficiency, how to give back to my community, how to feed my soul, who to trust, who to love, HOW to love, how to be a good friend, when to say goodbye, who I miss that has died, how to stay positive, how to create a fulfilling routine, how to stay in touch with people I love, how to remember people I've lost, which stores have the things I like on sale, which coupons I can use before they expire, what to do when someone is just blatantly mean to me, how to heal my heart after it breaks, when I'm going to have a family, when I'm going to get a book deal, what I'm going to cook for dinner, how much my apartment costs, what I need to get at the store, what work is going to be like tonight, why I still have stuffed animals, that I need to get some cold medicine soon, that I want to go home and see my Mommy, that I could sure use a hug right about now, how lonely Las Vegas is most of the time, how many times I have been hurt by people I love, that I need to buy new socks and underwear and a headlight and a tail light for my car, that this month is going to be the biggest financial struggle I've had for a long time, that I'm hoping my car will make it through another year, that I wish I could buy a real house, that I wish my tax refund was in the mail today, the fact that I now have like ten blogs set up and need to write more often, hoping that my neck stops hurting and the blisters on my feet go away soon, wishing that the snap of my fingers would clean my house like it did on Mary Poppins, missing my Mom A LOT, and that all I want to do is stop thinking. About what's on t.v., where is Jimmy Hoffa buried, who is Roger Rabbit, which one of these things doesn't belong, what is the letter of the day, how do you like me now, who's on first, what's the meaning of life, is it evolution or creation, why do we drive on a parkway and park on a driveway, why aren't we supposed to sweat the small stuff if it's the little things that count, who put the ram in the ram-a-lam-a-ding-dong?
Monday, April 26, 2010
Do Not Impose
Posted on April 25, 2010 by Mark Andrix: "Do not impose on others what you yourself do not desire..............."
This post by Mark makes me think of a very specific time in my life. When I was a child, up to about the age of 14, a lot of my family imposed upon me their ideas of what I should do with my life. In the youngest years of my life, I thought this was great. Everyone looked upon me as "the helper", the "creative one", the "smart one". They wanted me to become an artist, a baker, a writer, a crafter of fun, useful things. They wanted me to sell things because I was good at it. They wanted me to build things, because I could see a thing built before it actually was, and then make it so, quickly and correctly.
The pressure of this kind of expectation from an entire family broke my spirit at the age of 15, and I resented them, I resented my own talents, I rebelled against it all. I abandoned all art, craft, and creativity. I acted dumb, spoke like a thug, made stupid decisions on purpose. I wanted to prove them all wrong, so that I could have a little piece of mind. So that I could just be ME. So that everyone would finally see that I wasn't the answer to our age-old family question, "Who's going to get rich and take care of us all when we're old?"
In my life now, at the age of 32, all I really want is to write things, bake things, create and build things. Use and exploit my own talents for money, self-fulfillment, happiness, contentment. This is my dream. Not theirs. but somehow, they wanted it for me before I knew I wanted it. Somehow their pressure was founded, not imposed. They don't want to write, or bake, or create and build things. They want ME to, because it's what I want, and it makes me happy.
Like most families, I suppose, mine is a great big mixture of emotions, memories, thoughts, fights, parties, and hopes. The love and support we show each other has really never waivered - even through some very roller-coastery times. And sometimes, when I really think about it, I realize how lucky I am to have their expectations hanging over my head. Though at times, they hang like a huge dark cloud, other times they hang like a mobile of rainbows, jingling a soft harmony that lulls me to sleep with a smile on my face.
This post by Mark makes me think of a very specific time in my life. When I was a child, up to about the age of 14, a lot of my family imposed upon me their ideas of what I should do with my life. In the youngest years of my life, I thought this was great. Everyone looked upon me as "the helper", the "creative one", the "smart one". They wanted me to become an artist, a baker, a writer, a crafter of fun, useful things. They wanted me to sell things because I was good at it. They wanted me to build things, because I could see a thing built before it actually was, and then make it so, quickly and correctly.
The pressure of this kind of expectation from an entire family broke my spirit at the age of 15, and I resented them, I resented my own talents, I rebelled against it all. I abandoned all art, craft, and creativity. I acted dumb, spoke like a thug, made stupid decisions on purpose. I wanted to prove them all wrong, so that I could have a little piece of mind. So that I could just be ME. So that everyone would finally see that I wasn't the answer to our age-old family question, "Who's going to get rich and take care of us all when we're old?"
In my life now, at the age of 32, all I really want is to write things, bake things, create and build things. Use and exploit my own talents for money, self-fulfillment, happiness, contentment. This is my dream. Not theirs. but somehow, they wanted it for me before I knew I wanted it. Somehow their pressure was founded, not imposed. They don't want to write, or bake, or create and build things. They want ME to, because it's what I want, and it makes me happy.
Like most families, I suppose, mine is a great big mixture of emotions, memories, thoughts, fights, parties, and hopes. The love and support we show each other has really never waivered - even through some very roller-coastery times. And sometimes, when I really think about it, I realize how lucky I am to have their expectations hanging over my head. Though at times, they hang like a huge dark cloud, other times they hang like a mobile of rainbows, jingling a soft harmony that lulls me to sleep with a smile on my face.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
A Spider in the Toilet
Posted on April 24, 2010 by Allison Kelly: "I put a spider in the toilet an hour ago. Now I'm afraid to go to the bathroom. I don't want it to bite my butt."
Seriously, Allison, I can't count how many times I've probably done and said this same thing! Too funny! But, on a deeper level, it started to make me think about life a little. I know, I know, what?!?!?!
But hear me out...as ridiculous as the idea of a washed away spider crawling its way back up the toilet and biting your butt might sound, such are the ludicrous thoughts we sometimes harbor about letting go of something that might come back and haunt us.
If I take this job, instead of the one that makes more money, will I regret it? If I let a lover go, will I want him back after it's too late? If I move to a new city, will I be so lonely that I won't succeed? If I say goodbye to a friendship, will I miss out?
The entire act of seeing a spider, freaking out a little, finding a tissue, racing to the toilet, and flushing it down while watching to make sure it REALLY goes down, takes approximately one minute, maybe less. The thoughts that cross our minds after the deed is done can consume an entire evening. Will it come back and bite my butt? Should I have put it outside? How important are spiders to the planet, or my house? Maybe I should have just squished it until it's guts popped out, then I KNOW it couldn't have come back to bite my butt. Shit, it's just a damn spider, what am I worried about? There will always be another spider....and maybe I'll let it outside next time....maybe. But I don't LIKE spiders. I don't need spiders. I don't care about spiders, until they are in my house where they don't belong. So, there. Away with you spider. But...
Sometimes in life we grab a tissue, scoop up an issue, and flush it away without even thinking about the repercussions. After the fact, an obsession often ensues. Until sometimes, we even get out the plunger to try and suck the dead thing all the way from the sewer and back into our lives, if only to squish it's guts out, kill it again. Or at least to make a more thought-out decision this time.
Seriously, Allison, I can't count how many times I've probably done and said this same thing! Too funny! But, on a deeper level, it started to make me think about life a little. I know, I know, what?!?!?!
But hear me out...as ridiculous as the idea of a washed away spider crawling its way back up the toilet and biting your butt might sound, such are the ludicrous thoughts we sometimes harbor about letting go of something that might come back and haunt us.
If I take this job, instead of the one that makes more money, will I regret it? If I let a lover go, will I want him back after it's too late? If I move to a new city, will I be so lonely that I won't succeed? If I say goodbye to a friendship, will I miss out?
The entire act of seeing a spider, freaking out a little, finding a tissue, racing to the toilet, and flushing it down while watching to make sure it REALLY goes down, takes approximately one minute, maybe less. The thoughts that cross our minds after the deed is done can consume an entire evening. Will it come back and bite my butt? Should I have put it outside? How important are spiders to the planet, or my house? Maybe I should have just squished it until it's guts popped out, then I KNOW it couldn't have come back to bite my butt. Shit, it's just a damn spider, what am I worried about? There will always be another spider....and maybe I'll let it outside next time....maybe. But I don't LIKE spiders. I don't need spiders. I don't care about spiders, until they are in my house where they don't belong. So, there. Away with you spider. But...
Sometimes in life we grab a tissue, scoop up an issue, and flush it away without even thinking about the repercussions. After the fact, an obsession often ensues. Until sometimes, we even get out the plunger to try and suck the dead thing all the way from the sewer and back into our lives, if only to squish it's guts out, kill it again. Or at least to make a more thought-out decision this time.
Friday, April 23, 2010
The Right People
Posted on April 23, 2010 by Tony Michael: "The right people come together at the right time, for the right reasons, to do the right things, right when they are supposed to."
Let me just say first, Tony Michael is a quote machine. So, I'm sure this won't be the only post I use his words in. And this one, I happen to agree with.
At some points in my life, it seems I missed the proverbial boat. Or, at least that's how I felt at the time. I would arrive or leave somewhere, missing some sort of contact or excitement. I always felt like things were just a little bit off, and that I was being left out of the equation somehow. But now I realize that, where I am now, who I am now, creates the circumstances of my life. When I want something, I think about it, ask for it, and it happens.
There are a lot of people that have come in and gone out of my life over the years for one reason or another. And for the most part, their presence in my life has been for the better. People have helped me, I have helped people, and we have, at times, helped the world...together.
Though I do believe that we don't always know the actual reasons, there ALWAYS is a reason people connect. ALWAYS. There is a design to it all, albeit sometimes it's an ever-changing design, but it's there. And we are fated to meet, love, live, create happiness and success and enlightenment for each other.
Let me just say first, Tony Michael is a quote machine. So, I'm sure this won't be the only post I use his words in. And this one, I happen to agree with.
At some points in my life, it seems I missed the proverbial boat. Or, at least that's how I felt at the time. I would arrive or leave somewhere, missing some sort of contact or excitement. I always felt like things were just a little bit off, and that I was being left out of the equation somehow. But now I realize that, where I am now, who I am now, creates the circumstances of my life. When I want something, I think about it, ask for it, and it happens.
There are a lot of people that have come in and gone out of my life over the years for one reason or another. And for the most part, their presence in my life has been for the better. People have helped me, I have helped people, and we have, at times, helped the world...together.
Though I do believe that we don't always know the actual reasons, there ALWAYS is a reason people connect. ALWAYS. There is a design to it all, albeit sometimes it's an ever-changing design, but it's there. And we are fated to meet, love, live, create happiness and success and enlightenment for each other.
Funny Kids
Posted on April 22, 2010 by Erin Muntinga Wolfe: "Cory just said to me 'Mom...what are we going to do if when Karsen gets a little bit bigger she starts to speak spanish and we can't understand her?' He is so funny sometimes!"
Ahhhh, kids! This is precisely why I want to have a big family. Yes, Bill Cosby, kids DO say the darndest things. I look forward to the day when I can post baby pictures, stories, and mishaps about my children on Facebook. It's a sort of string, connected to my soul, pulling at me these days. Except the string is a 5-foot wide strand of twine, and the thing pulling it seems to be the size of a semi-truck. I want a baby. Or five. Right now.
I want to see in their little faces some part of me. I want to pick them up and swing them around, and make them giggle. I want to teach them how to be good people, to be intelligent and happy and funny. I want to love, love, love them until their little hearts explode love all over the place.
And maybe I'll even teach them Spanish...
Ahhhh, kids! This is precisely why I want to have a big family. Yes, Bill Cosby, kids DO say the darndest things. I look forward to the day when I can post baby pictures, stories, and mishaps about my children on Facebook. It's a sort of string, connected to my soul, pulling at me these days. Except the string is a 5-foot wide strand of twine, and the thing pulling it seems to be the size of a semi-truck. I want a baby. Or five. Right now.
I want to see in their little faces some part of me. I want to pick them up and swing them around, and make them giggle. I want to teach them how to be good people, to be intelligent and happy and funny. I want to love, love, love them until their little hearts explode love all over the place.
And maybe I'll even teach them Spanish...
Back in Time
Posted on April 21, 2010 by Lacee Jordan: "love that dreams can take you back in time...."
I love that too, Lacee. But this morning I'm thinking how dreams might also be able to show us the future. I had a dream just before waking this morning, about a man I have feelings for. I haven't seen him in a really long time, something like 14 years. We have been talking, texting, messaging, what-not for several months now, and I'm anxious to see him in person again. I dreamt that we met up at a cafe of sorts, and greeted each other with a hug and a half-kiss. You know, the kind of kiss where you're not sure if you're gonna go for it, or kiss on the cheek, and something in-between happens? Awkward. The next thing that happened was worse. He sat on the other side of this sort of open bar thing, and attempted to have a conversation with me. But he was so far away, and I wanted him closer. I wanted to touch him, kiss him, laugh with him, but I could barely even hear him. It was unsettling, to say the least. And then I woke up.
The question is now, is this a harbinger of a future event, or merely anxiety about not being able to see him now, and wanting to? I suppose only time will tell.
I love that too, Lacee. But this morning I'm thinking how dreams might also be able to show us the future. I had a dream just before waking this morning, about a man I have feelings for. I haven't seen him in a really long time, something like 14 years. We have been talking, texting, messaging, what-not for several months now, and I'm anxious to see him in person again. I dreamt that we met up at a cafe of sorts, and greeted each other with a hug and a half-kiss. You know, the kind of kiss where you're not sure if you're gonna go for it, or kiss on the cheek, and something in-between happens? Awkward. The next thing that happened was worse. He sat on the other side of this sort of open bar thing, and attempted to have a conversation with me. But he was so far away, and I wanted him closer. I wanted to touch him, kiss him, laugh with him, but I could barely even hear him. It was unsettling, to say the least. And then I woke up.
The question is now, is this a harbinger of a future event, or merely anxiety about not being able to see him now, and wanting to? I suppose only time will tell.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Just Let Go
Posted on April 20, 2010 by Cory Buckley to Jonny Dickson's wall: "Some people believe that holding on and hanging in there are signs of strength, but there are times in life when it takes much strength to just let go."
I don't know the context of this post exactly, but I don't need to know it either. This sentiment is, I believe, one of the most all-encompassing jewels of logic there ever was, or will be.
I think about what letting go means, and why, at times, it is the most frightening, anxiety-ridden possibility we face. To a lot of people, letting go means forgetting. Forgetting someone we love or loved once. Forgetting our hopes. Forgetting what makes us who we really are. But, letting go can be quite the opposite. It can be a revival of our spirit, an acceptance of our mistakes, a respect for our selves and the decisions we must make.
The proof's in the pudding, or so they say, about when exactly it's time to hold on or let go. For each of us, for each particular situation, that knowledge comes upon us differently. Sometimes it takes a friend to tell you it's time. Sometimes there's just a twinge in our soul that won't let us move left or right until we release it. Sometimes, we just forget for a little while, and when we remember again, we realize we must have started to let go already.
But the catch is....we decide.....always. No one can tell us to let go. No one can make us do it. We decide. When we're ready.
I don't know the context of this post exactly, but I don't need to know it either. This sentiment is, I believe, one of the most all-encompassing jewels of logic there ever was, or will be.
I think about what letting go means, and why, at times, it is the most frightening, anxiety-ridden possibility we face. To a lot of people, letting go means forgetting. Forgetting someone we love or loved once. Forgetting our hopes. Forgetting what makes us who we really are. But, letting go can be quite the opposite. It can be a revival of our spirit, an acceptance of our mistakes, a respect for our selves and the decisions we must make.
The proof's in the pudding, or so they say, about when exactly it's time to hold on or let go. For each of us, for each particular situation, that knowledge comes upon us differently. Sometimes it takes a friend to tell you it's time. Sometimes there's just a twinge in our soul that won't let us move left or right until we release it. Sometimes, we just forget for a little while, and when we remember again, we realize we must have started to let go already.
But the catch is....we decide.....always. No one can tell us to let go. No one can make us do it. We decide. When we're ready.
The Beauty of Dreams
Posted on April 19th, 2010 by Shiloh DeWolf Pyne: "The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams". -- Eleanor Roosevelt
There are many people among my Facebook friends list who often post uplifting quotes about life. This one I really liked. It very well could have said "The future belongs to those who believe in their dreams". But "the beauty of their dreams" is so much more believable to me.
Everyone has a dream. Some people dream of being the best parents, or the most skilled carpenter. Some dream of being a published writer/author. There are dreams of innumerable types because there are billions of people on this planet who all hold a different perspective, and different ideas about their lives. Some people are actually living thier dreams right at this very moment. But what I think gets lost a lot of the time is the BEAUTY of not only having a dream, but working for it, and then actually achieving it - if only to have another dream take its place.
The beauty is in the process, the lessons learned, the people met along the way. The beauty is in the reward of achieving something you may have once felt it impossible to achieve. The beauty is having faith in yourself no matter what the obstacle. And the beauty is also knowing that if you feel like it, you can change your dreams, because they are YOURS.
There are many people among my Facebook friends list who often post uplifting quotes about life. This one I really liked. It very well could have said "The future belongs to those who believe in their dreams". But "the beauty of their dreams" is so much more believable to me.
Everyone has a dream. Some people dream of being the best parents, or the most skilled carpenter. Some dream of being a published writer/author. There are dreams of innumerable types because there are billions of people on this planet who all hold a different perspective, and different ideas about their lives. Some people are actually living thier dreams right at this very moment. But what I think gets lost a lot of the time is the BEAUTY of not only having a dream, but working for it, and then actually achieving it - if only to have another dream take its place.
The beauty is in the process, the lessons learned, the people met along the way. The beauty is in the reward of achieving something you may have once felt it impossible to achieve. The beauty is having faith in yourself no matter what the obstacle. And the beauty is also knowing that if you feel like it, you can change your dreams, because they are YOURS.
The Status Book
For a long time, I've been wanting to write a book of sorts about either the lists people make, the texts people send and receive, or some compilation of snippets from peoples' individual lives. I've decided on Facebook status updates as my inspiration. There is so much we share, and so much we don't share via Facebook. I have friends from way back that I went to school with, friends from work and play all througout my life, new friends, old friends, somewere-in-between friends. It is a VERY random spattering of people. These people are often my collective "muse". I draw insight, inspiration, courage, and even anger from their short status updates. I see life, or what they want me to see about their lives. I make plans, gain prospective, wonder about things I never thought of before. I laugh out loud quite often, staring at the home page of my Facebook. Once in a while, I cry too.
So, this "book" is dedicated to all of my current, future, and past Facebook friends. Without you, none of this would be possible. Keep updating your status, and keep living your life, and sharing it with the rest of us. No matter what you think, your words, and your lives are making an impact on the world...or at least my world. Thank you.
What's on YOUR mind?
So, this "book" is dedicated to all of my current, future, and past Facebook friends. Without you, none of this would be possible. Keep updating your status, and keep living your life, and sharing it with the rest of us. No matter what you think, your words, and your lives are making an impact on the world...or at least my world. Thank you.
What's on YOUR mind?
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