I think I'm beginning to learn how to be a better person...
not from a book or a person or a class... but rather from time and experience
(no, I don't claim to be a wise young women - only wiser than I was perhaps)
I am no longer a slave to my emotions (or at least most of the time)
I truly believe that I have something valuable to offer,
and therefore have gained confidence in myself.
I can see benefits in all that I do, in all the classes I take,
and in that I find excitement and energy (even with Chemistry!)
I feel honored to have the friends and relationships that I do,
and I can now know accept that I am not unworthy of their friendship - I have something to contribute,
I am enjoyed
still to learn - or to find out if I have learned:
I am no benefit to the world if I insist on doing everything myself
it is ok to fail, and for something I'm associated with to fail,
if it leaves room for greater improvements.
I must schedule in substantial free time - I must not
use the excuse of "no time to spare" when it comes to other people.
clubs, organizations, events - much of my time is devoted to these things -
but what about time for spontaneous loving
spontaneous love - that's a good love - I like that love
and then comes to mind - patiently acting
not everything I do here will grow to be a resounding success...
perhaps success will have to come after I am long gone - but what
I do for that dream now is still just as important.
act patiently. Don't attempt to make things happen out of fear of failure,
but rather do things out of the hope of possibility
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
on west coast time...
Being on the east coast, but still on west coast time, means that there are quite a few hours between when everyone goes to bed, and when I get tired. This leaves me with a lot of time to think - and waste time on the internet.
my hopes were that this would mean I'd pull out some sweet, profound meanderings.
apparently that was not to be...
all i have for you is this
this school year is going to Kick My Arse
I'm scared shitless
but I'll survive it
I always do
my hopes were that this would mean I'd pull out some sweet, profound meanderings.
apparently that was not to be...
all i have for you is this
this school year is going to Kick My Arse
I'm scared shitless
but I'll survive it
I always do
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