Well blog buddies I am only human! And a teenager at that. Everyone messes up, right?
Yesterday 3 friends and I were hanging out in one of their dorm rooms. We were playing Jenga and drinking a little. Someone who doesn't like us apparently knew we had the alcohol and decided to call the cops. They told the cops there was a party going on. Since when does 4 people playing Jenga qualify as a party? Anyway 8 cops showed up to bust our 'party'. The cops were pissed because 8 cops is most of the Montpelier police force and they all came to bust up a game of Jenga. They even told a friend of ours how badly they felt after because they made me and Lexie cry.
We have to pay a fine to the school for drinking on campus. We also have to take a class with the state. After the class this will be wiped off our records. I won't say none of that matters, but it's not the worst of it. The worst for me was telling my parents. They expect so much from me and I've always hated letting them down. I guess disappointing my parents is just a part of growing up. I can't be who they want me to be.
Everyone on campus is pissed that someone narced on us. I mean, why us? There was a girl totally shit-faced and throwing up on the third floor the night before and people get high on campus all the time! We weren't even drunk! I blew a .023, that's like one drink. We're all trying to figure out who the NECI narc is, because that is just not cool. They totally bypassed the RA's and called the cops. What a jerk.
Showing posts with label Life lesson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life lesson. Show all posts
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
The Secret of Life
I read a very inspiring blog post on Xanga a few weeks ago. It talked about recognizing the obvious, but then it also spoke of the secret of life. It simplified it so beautifully that it has become the banner on my cell phone. What is the secret of life according to this person? Two things. Learning and Love. The writer also said that the secret was so obvious that most often failed to recognize, let alone realize (he also goes into the difference between recognition and realization in this post) it. The whole thing ties together nicely, teaching three important lessons. I suggest you take a look at it.
Why do I agree so whole-heartedly that these two simple things are indeed the secret of life? 1) Like the author of that post said, it's so damn obvious I can't believe I didn't see it before 2) It feels right 3) I already knew half of it
I knew the learning half of the secret a while ago. I've often said that the purpose in my life was to learn as much as possible. I still agree that I should be absorbing knowledge like a sponge, but the second part of the secret falls into it so perfectly and feels so right that I just know it was waiting to be realized. And I have.
I've realized that you should never be afraid to give love. This link will take you to a page with animation and music, it is a project titled "Love and Fear". It's very moving. It accurately defines both love and fear, and shows how they are connected. Love is the absence of fear. Fear is the absence of love. Nicely put, no?
I think maybe the love half of the secret can get confusing sometimes. I am going to write a post closer to (maybe on) Valentine's Day where I go deeper into what I believe about love.
Why do I agree so whole-heartedly that these two simple things are indeed the secret of life? 1) Like the author of that post said, it's so damn obvious I can't believe I didn't see it before 2) It feels right 3) I already knew half of it
I knew the learning half of the secret a while ago. I've often said that the purpose in my life was to learn as much as possible. I still agree that I should be absorbing knowledge like a sponge, but the second part of the secret falls into it so perfectly and feels so right that I just know it was waiting to be realized. And I have.
I've realized that you should never be afraid to give love. This link will take you to a page with animation and music, it is a project titled "Love and Fear". It's very moving. It accurately defines both love and fear, and shows how they are connected. Love is the absence of fear. Fear is the absence of love. Nicely put, no?
I think maybe the love half of the secret can get confusing sometimes. I am going to write a post closer to (maybe on) Valentine's Day where I go deeper into what I believe about love.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Time to Re-Evaluate
After Suzie's 'pity party' (Honestly it was more of a liberating rant-fest for women to realize what they want to change in their lives! I urge you to read what people wrote. It's amazing.) and getting some wonderful advice I realized something. I have changed so much lately that I need to re-evaluate who I am and what I want out of life. I don't know anymore! That seems insane to me. This time last year I was so sure of myself and what I wanted.
Now I know that I never knew what I wanted. I knew what other people wanted for me. I was identifying too much with everyone around me, and I was lost. And for the first five months of being here at college I was trying desperately to hang onto that connection I felt because I was afraid. I'm done letting that fear overcome me! I'm going to spend the next two weeks finding myself. I am going to start with who I was trying to be before, then move on to who I am trying to be now.
The reason I'm squashing it all into two weeks? 1) I like deadlines, they help me get things done 2) In two weeks my cousin is going to be leaving for her internship so I'll really be here on my own 3) My third term here will be starting and I will need to start seriously looking for internships
I know that this is a long process and it will never really be over, but I'm making the next two weeks intense! I'll update my progress here on my blog.
Now I know that I never knew what I wanted. I knew what other people wanted for me. I was identifying too much with everyone around me, and I was lost. And for the first five months of being here at college I was trying desperately to hang onto that connection I felt because I was afraid. I'm done letting that fear overcome me! I'm going to spend the next two weeks finding myself. I am going to start with who I was trying to be before, then move on to who I am trying to be now.
The reason I'm squashing it all into two weeks? 1) I like deadlines, they help me get things done 2) In two weeks my cousin is going to be leaving for her internship so I'll really be here on my own 3) My third term here will be starting and I will need to start seriously looking for internships
I know that this is a long process and it will never really be over, but I'm making the next two weeks intense! I'll update my progress here on my blog.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Better Day
Thanks everyone for all the supportive comments! They mean a lot to me.
Fifteen minutes until dinner (which will hopefully be edible since I am hungry), procrastinating on homework until after I eat... so here I am writing a blog post for all of you! Even though I really don't have much to talk about. My days are apparently fluctuating between good and bad. After my Sunday morning meltdown Sunday afternoon was good, Monday was good, Tuesday was just not a good day! It was stressful and emotional. I still haven't talked to him yet, and I know I need to. For me the worst thing I have realized is that even after all this, I still like him. Almost everything about him. And not just him, but who I was around him. He brought out the best in me. He made me confident and social. He made me want to excel in this industry and do better and learn more. My friends of course keep telling me that I need to learn how to bring these things out in myself. Which I know is true! It's just so hard, after not having any confidence in myself for 19 years. I have been telling myself "You suck, you can't do this, you can't do anything." For 19 years. It's like every time someone told me I could do something, or that I was good at something I seemed to shrug it off and forget that they can see what I can't in myself.
Today was a better day. I expressed the doubt I was feeling about myself being able to do well in this program to a teacher and he told me I was wrong. He told me that I could do not only this program, but that I could do the BA program as well. 'I know it,' he said. The difference this time was... I believed him. I am now considering the BA program. I need to look more into it, but I am definitely considering it! I'm finding my confidence. This has made my day. :)
Update: it's been a long time since I've participated in Wishcasting Wednesday! I found it again through a retweet. So I think I'm gonna wish. Jamie asks us How do you wish to shine?
I wish to shine with confidence all on my own. From the inside out.
Fifteen minutes until dinner (which will hopefully be edible since I am hungry), procrastinating on homework until after I eat... so here I am writing a blog post for all of you! Even though I really don't have much to talk about. My days are apparently fluctuating between good and bad. After my Sunday morning meltdown Sunday afternoon was good, Monday was good, Tuesday was just not a good day! It was stressful and emotional. I still haven't talked to him yet, and I know I need to. For me the worst thing I have realized is that even after all this, I still like him. Almost everything about him. And not just him, but who I was around him. He brought out the best in me. He made me confident and social. He made me want to excel in this industry and do better and learn more. My friends of course keep telling me that I need to learn how to bring these things out in myself. Which I know is true! It's just so hard, after not having any confidence in myself for 19 years. I have been telling myself "You suck, you can't do this, you can't do anything." For 19 years. It's like every time someone told me I could do something, or that I was good at something I seemed to shrug it off and forget that they can see what I can't in myself.
Today was a better day. I expressed the doubt I was feeling about myself being able to do well in this program to a teacher and he told me I was wrong. He told me that I could do not only this program, but that I could do the BA program as well. 'I know it,' he said. The difference this time was... I believed him. I am now considering the BA program. I need to look more into it, but I am definitely considering it! I'm finding my confidence. This has made my day. :)
Update: it's been a long time since I've participated in Wishcasting Wednesday! I found it again through a retweet. So I think I'm gonna wish. Jamie asks us How do you wish to shine?
I wish to shine with confidence all on my own. From the inside out.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
New Attitude
So this morning I was ready to publish a post titled 'FML!' I was extremely upset and confused. Why? That boy again. According to him, we weren't dating. I'm not willing to post the whole situation on my blog right now. I am considering writing it all down in story form, though. If I do, you'll all get to read it.
No, I am not upset and confused anymore. I don't exactly know how it happened, but I started looking at it from a different view. Forget the cause, focus on the effect. I made a list. A couple of lists, actually. The first one was what I learned from this whole mess. The knowledge gained from a month of complete confusion. It was written while I was still upset, so some of it may be a little off.
•I’m very submissive & timid
•I am willing to give up things I enjoy in order to be with someone I care about
•It pretty much kills me to hurt another person
•I’m easy to read
•I need friends to talk to about the emotional upsets in my life
•I don’t know myself very well at all
•I like being in a relationship
•I need to be surrounded by outgoing people in order to be outgoing
•I want to be outgoing
•Iwant need my future partner to be outgoing
•I have the ability to lose myself to another person, so I need to be careful
•I need to be my own person
When I realized that I had almost lost my own identity because I got so wrapped up in him, it scared me. I knew I needed to define myself. So I wrote this list.
•I’m a small town girl. Fuck cities. Fuck big.
•I’m Pagan. I’m spiritual. I need to hold this close to me in order to be ok.
•I don’t like getting angry. I talk to people when I have a problem with them. If you don’t talk to me when you have a problem with me I can’t trust you.
•I will not be physical without it being a real relationship. My heart can’t handle that.
•Give me nature or give me death.
•I couldn’t handle working in a big resort. I don’t want to work at a big restaurant. I don’t dig fancy.
•I’m willing to try new things. I want to learn. Teach me.
•My family and friends have been the most important things in my life for a long time. I don’t plan on being very far away from them. Home is extremely important to me.
•My happiest moments in life have been those of self-discovery and making others happy.
•I am on a path of constant self-discovery.
Truthfully, the last two are my favorites. <3
No, I am not upset and confused anymore. I don't exactly know how it happened, but I started looking at it from a different view. Forget the cause, focus on the effect. I made a list. A couple of lists, actually. The first one was what I learned from this whole mess. The knowledge gained from a month of complete confusion. It was written while I was still upset, so some of it may be a little off.
•I’m very submissive & timid
•I am willing to give up things I enjoy in order to be with someone I care about
•It pretty much kills me to hurt another person
•I’m easy to read
•I need friends to talk to about the emotional upsets in my life
•I don’t know myself very well at all
•I like being in a relationship
•I need to be surrounded by outgoing people in order to be outgoing
•I want to be outgoing
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•I have the ability to lose myself to another person, so I need to be careful
•I need to be my own person
When I realized that I had almost lost my own identity because I got so wrapped up in him, it scared me. I knew I needed to define myself. So I wrote this list.
•I’m a small town girl. Fuck cities. Fuck big.
•I’m Pagan. I’m spiritual. I need to hold this close to me in order to be ok.
•I don’t like getting angry. I talk to people when I have a problem with them. If you don’t talk to me when you have a problem with me I can’t trust you.
•I will not be physical without it being a real relationship. My heart can’t handle that.
•Give me nature or give me death.
•I couldn’t handle working in a big resort. I don’t want to work at a big restaurant. I don’t dig fancy.
•I’m willing to try new things. I want to learn. Teach me.
•My family and friends have been the most important things in my life for a long time. I don’t plan on being very far away from them. Home is extremely important to me.
•My happiest moments in life have been those of self-discovery and making others happy.
•I am on a path of constant self-discovery.
Truthfully, the last two are my favorites. <3
Saturday, August 15, 2009
There's No Place Like Home
We got back from Maine around 11:30 this morning. We were all anxious to get going so we left pretty early. A week away really makes you appreciate everything you were away from. I missed the familiarity. Maine may still be a part of New England, but the smell and feel of the ocean and beach can make you forget that. I felt further away than we really were. I fell asleep for a while on the drive back, but once I began recognizing the scenery I rolled down my window and just smelled the air. It smelled fresh. Not like the salty ocean. Not like the exhaust fumes on the highway. But like trees and farms and, well, home.
It feels good to be back, even if I don't feel so good myself. Can you say sunburn? Yesterday I stupidly thought I could go without the sunscreen for a little while. I'd had it on the rest of the week, but with just those few hours without it I basically doomed myself to what I can honestly call my most painful and awkward sunburn ever. I was sitting in a chair and the tops of my thighs got burnt. So now every time I move my legs it hurts. It hurts even more when I stand. I got up this morning and fell back onto the bed! That'll teach me, won't it? Lesson learned. Never go without at least some sunscreen at the beach!
I'm exhausted. It's a combination of too much sun and too little sleep. I feel like a zombie while typing this. It turns out the wifi at our motel didn't work, though. So I have been dying to catch up with all the blogs I read. While I was in the middle of replying to a post what should happen? The power goes out! For about four hours. It gave me time to play with the dog and cats a bit and to read more of the latest book I'm reading. Would you believe I'd never read The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes before? Once I started reading them I found it hard to put my Kindle down.
What I need right now is a shower, some more time to poke at the cats and dog (I really missed them) and for my head to hit the pillow. I'll write more soon. I've got a lot to blog about!
It feels good to be back, even if I don't feel so good myself. Can you say sunburn? Yesterday I stupidly thought I could go without the sunscreen for a little while. I'd had it on the rest of the week, but with just those few hours without it I basically doomed myself to what I can honestly call my most painful and awkward sunburn ever. I was sitting in a chair and the tops of my thighs got burnt. So now every time I move my legs it hurts. It hurts even more when I stand. I got up this morning and fell back onto the bed! That'll teach me, won't it? Lesson learned. Never go without at least some sunscreen at the beach!
I'm exhausted. It's a combination of too much sun and too little sleep. I feel like a zombie while typing this. It turns out the wifi at our motel didn't work, though. So I have been dying to catch up with all the blogs I read. While I was in the middle of replying to a post what should happen? The power goes out! For about four hours. It gave me time to play with the dog and cats a bit and to read more of the latest book I'm reading. Would you believe I'd never read The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes before? Once I started reading them I found it hard to put my Kindle down.
What I need right now is a shower, some more time to poke at the cats and dog (I really missed them) and for my head to hit the pillow. I'll write more soon. I've got a lot to blog about!
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Receiving Compliments
I heard something today that I truly appreciate hearing. It reaffirms what I've been thinking the last few days which is "I really like who I am." 7th period I have a study hall, so I go and sit in my English teacher's room and do homework while he prepares for the next day. We talked for a little bit, and then I sit and do my French homework. Out of no where he just says "Tori, I hope you know that you're really neat." I have a confused look on my face, so he goes on to say "Not neat as in organized, you're a really cool person." He keeps explaining it to me. He tells me that I'm "unique and smart and creative. Kind and caring. Above and beyond most of my classmates." That I "might not have a better GPA than all of them, but they don't have the inquisitive mind that I have." He tells me that he was surprised when I chose to go into restaurant management, because I'd be a good scholar. I explained to him why I chose management. I would love a liberal arts college. I'd flourish and have fun. But I would never want to declare a major or leave.
We talked for a while. He told me he wanted me to know those things, not so I can brag, but so I can be more confident about myself. Well it worked. It makes you feel good to hear someone you respect tell you all the good they see in you.
I just realized that this goes right along with this weeks Joy Rebel Mission, which is about receiving. I've never been a very good compliment receiver, but I'm glad I could accept these ones today. It feels pretty good.
By the way, I had a lot of fun at prom on Saturday! I haven't posted anything about it because I'm still trying to hunt down decent pictures to share. When you're the one with a camera you don't get many of yourself. I think my mom has some of me before we left for prom, and there's always friends on facebook with pictures. I'll get them soon.
We talked for a while. He told me he wanted me to know those things, not so I can brag, but so I can be more confident about myself. Well it worked. It makes you feel good to hear someone you respect tell you all the good they see in you.
I just realized that this goes right along with this weeks Joy Rebel Mission, which is about receiving. I've never been a very good compliment receiver, but I'm glad I could accept these ones today. It feels pretty good.
By the way, I had a lot of fun at prom on Saturday! I haven't posted anything about it because I'm still trying to hunt down decent pictures to share. When you're the one with a camera you don't get many of yourself. I think my mom has some of me before we left for prom, and there's always friends on facebook with pictures. I'll get them soon.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Ever See....
Did you ever see videos, pictures, poems, stories, blog posts, hear songs or any other thing that just kind of made tears go to your eyes the first time you saw/heard it because it spoke to you? Lately I've been finding a lot of things like that. I can tell that I'm in the middle of some change, I can remember the last time I went through an inner change like this and it feels kinda the same. It's like the world is dropping hints. The universe is saying "It's time to learn something new! Take this step!" I can just feel it. It makes me nervous, because I know what's going on but I don't know what to expect. I mean, does a caterpillar know it's becoming a butterfly as it cocoons itself? Maybe that's a bad way to put it... I don't know. I saw this video and it just made me realize something.
It dawned on me just recently that I am a perfectionist. That is a huge problem. It's what has been making me work so hard at my writing, it has helped me become the kind of writer who can bang out a first copy with almost no mistakes. Then why am I still yelling at my English teacher that "I'm a horrible writer, how can you keep giving me As? Are you even reading this crap I print out and pass in?!" (really that's pretty much what I said to him yesterday...)I know it's almost perfect grammatically, but it feels so wrong to me. It's because what I'm writing has so meaning. I haven't figured out how to write something I like. Because I care too much. I took all the fun out of my creativity.
I stifled my own artistic feelings because I hated everything I've ever drawn out on a piece of paper, painted with a brush, or made with clay. That is why I didn't take an art class. I couldn't stand to look at my pitiful creations next to the what seemed like masterpieces that my friends were making. How can I overcome this? I think I started a little while ago when I bought my Wreck This Journal. I couldn't even unleash my creativity on that, though. I think I've stifled it for so long it just disappeared. I'm actually a little bit scared that this metamorphosis will fail and I will be doomed to live a life where I can't fully express myself.
Bottom line is I want to be creative. I want to ask for help- but how can anyone else help me do this? I'm open to any suggestions. I also understand that I could just be completely overreacting. I'm only 18, teenagers overreact a lot. Please tell me if you think I am being stupid. I'll probably feel stupid for writing this tomorrow. At this moment, though, this is what is true for me.
It dawned on me just recently that I am a perfectionist. That is a huge problem. It's what has been making me work so hard at my writing, it has helped me become the kind of writer who can bang out a first copy with almost no mistakes. Then why am I still yelling at my English teacher that "I'm a horrible writer, how can you keep giving me As? Are you even reading this crap I print out and pass in?!" (really that's pretty much what I said to him yesterday...)I know it's almost perfect grammatically, but it feels so wrong to me. It's because what I'm writing has so meaning. I haven't figured out how to write something I like. Because I care too much. I took all the fun out of my creativity.
I stifled my own artistic feelings because I hated everything I've ever drawn out on a piece of paper, painted with a brush, or made with clay. That is why I didn't take an art class. I couldn't stand to look at my pitiful creations next to the what seemed like masterpieces that my friends were making. How can I overcome this? I think I started a little while ago when I bought my Wreck This Journal. I couldn't even unleash my creativity on that, though. I think I've stifled it for so long it just disappeared. I'm actually a little bit scared that this metamorphosis will fail and I will be doomed to live a life where I can't fully express myself.
Bottom line is I want to be creative. I want to ask for help- but how can anyone else help me do this? I'm open to any suggestions. I also understand that I could just be completely overreacting. I'm only 18, teenagers overreact a lot. Please tell me if you think I am being stupid. I'll probably feel stupid for writing this tomorrow. At this moment, though, this is what is true for me.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Finding Myself Again
A conversation I had this morning with my friend Amy really made me realize something.
Me: I really don't like this top...
Amy: Which one the sweater or the shirt?
Me: Both
Amy: Then why did you wear them?
Me: I don't know. Maybe it's just me. I've got this dumb cold sore, too.
Amy: Where?
I point to the cold sore
Amy: I didn't even notice it! You're just self conscious today.
It made me realize how much I hate those words. I've been feeling insecure lately, and I am just now trying to figure out why. I was trying to pretend I wasn't, I was wishing it away. It hasn't been working. I don't want to feel self conscious or insecure. I'm not supposed to be that way. I hate writing this post. I don't like sharing these kinds of things with other people. I like working through them on my own. It's affecting everything about me, though.
I started this blog to get in touch with other Pagan bloggers, and to continue learning as much as I can. I found so much more. I've met the most inspiring, creative people ever. I've been a part of Soul Coaching, won giveaways, celebrated, made magic and food. Blogging has fueled my creativity. Right now, though, I feel lost. I'm throwing myself into mundane things. I'm burying my mind in books and TV. So many of us are feeling this way, and I can't help but wonder why? It was a long, tiring winter, but Spring is here! We should all be celebrating and opening up to find our beautiful souls awaiting the warmth and sunshine. I feel so disconnected. As if while the world keeps moving, I'm stuck.
I'm using this post as a way to say that enough is enough! I can't stand feeling this way anymore. I'm sure the other people who are suffering want to stop it as well. I don't want to just 'let it work itself out', even though the Mercury retrograde coming up (May 7-30) is as good a time as any for that option. I need something that will kick me into overdrive. If I don't find myself again soon I think I'll go crazy. It was going so well for a while. I'm going to start journaling again. I stopped right around the time I started feeling this way. I want my creativity to reemerge. I've got to move around more, and watch less TV. I'm going to get back into researching pagan things, I don't know why I ever stopped.
Thank you blog friends for sharing this journey with me! I might be going slow, but I am moving down my path. This blog is now a major part of that.
Me: I really don't like this top...
Amy: Which one the sweater or the shirt?
Me: Both
Amy: Then why did you wear them?
Me: I don't know. Maybe it's just me. I've got this dumb cold sore, too.
Amy: Where?
I point to the cold sore
Amy: I didn't even notice it! You're just self conscious today.
It made me realize how much I hate those words. I've been feeling insecure lately, and I am just now trying to figure out why. I was trying to pretend I wasn't, I was wishing it away. It hasn't been working. I don't want to feel self conscious or insecure. I'm not supposed to be that way. I hate writing this post. I don't like sharing these kinds of things with other people. I like working through them on my own. It's affecting everything about me, though.
I started this blog to get in touch with other Pagan bloggers, and to continue learning as much as I can. I found so much more. I've met the most inspiring, creative people ever. I've been a part of Soul Coaching, won giveaways, celebrated, made magic and food. Blogging has fueled my creativity. Right now, though, I feel lost. I'm throwing myself into mundane things. I'm burying my mind in books and TV. So many of us are feeling this way, and I can't help but wonder why? It was a long, tiring winter, but Spring is here! We should all be celebrating and opening up to find our beautiful souls awaiting the warmth and sunshine. I feel so disconnected. As if while the world keeps moving, I'm stuck.
I'm using this post as a way to say that enough is enough! I can't stand feeling this way anymore. I'm sure the other people who are suffering want to stop it as well. I don't want to just 'let it work itself out', even though the Mercury retrograde coming up (May 7-30) is as good a time as any for that option. I need something that will kick me into overdrive. If I don't find myself again soon I think I'll go crazy. It was going so well for a while. I'm going to start journaling again. I stopped right around the time I started feeling this way. I want my creativity to reemerge. I've got to move around more, and watch less TV. I'm going to get back into researching pagan things, I don't know why I ever stopped.
Thank you blog friends for sharing this journey with me! I might be going slow, but I am moving down my path. This blog is now a major part of that.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Filters
For a few weeks my sister and I have been going to Youth Group at one of the churches in town. (There are three, and I can never remember which is which. xD) It's a lot of fun! We go there and hang out with other people our age, and play games. At the end, one of the adults has us all sit and he/she talks to us about something they think is important, then they say a prayer. The first time I went, I'll admit it, I was a little uncomfortable because I've never gone to church before. I'm over it now, and love going every Wednesday.
Tonight the person who was talking said something interesting, and more importantly he brought it up in an interesting way. He held up a coffee filter and asked "What's this?" Someone said what it was, so then he asked "What does it do?" We all proceeded to say what we thought it did. "It let's water through." "It makes coffee." "It keeps the coffee grounds out of your coffee." "It separates!" Etc.
He went on to say that he believed everyone should have a filter. I thought he meant a mind filter, like some of our teachers have said. Something to keep us from saying everything we think. But then he said "The world tries to throw a lot of bad stuff our way. We all need something to keep what we don't want out of our minds, so we can focus on the good."
This isn't a new idea to anyone, I'm sure. We've all said in one way or another that we needed to focus more on the positive aspects of our life rather than the negative!
I just love how straightforward he was. "I can't make you do this," he says "you need to do it for yourselves." He made it so clear that the responsibility was ours to live our lives in joy. I 100% agree. We too often let the little bit of bad take over our life, instead of seeing the great amount of good that lies there. It's waiting for us to notice it. It's calling our names. It wants to be part of our daily lives. So, let's all use our filters to keep the bad out and let the good in. We owe it to ourselves.
Tonight the person who was talking said something interesting, and more importantly he brought it up in an interesting way. He held up a coffee filter and asked "What's this?" Someone said what it was, so then he asked "What does it do?" We all proceeded to say what we thought it did. "It let's water through." "It makes coffee." "It keeps the coffee grounds out of your coffee." "It separates!" Etc.
He went on to say that he believed everyone should have a filter. I thought he meant a mind filter, like some of our teachers have said. Something to keep us from saying everything we think. But then he said "The world tries to throw a lot of bad stuff our way. We all need something to keep what we don't want out of our minds, so we can focus on the good."
This isn't a new idea to anyone, I'm sure. We've all said in one way or another that we needed to focus more on the positive aspects of our life rather than the negative!
I just love how straightforward he was. "I can't make you do this," he says "you need to do it for yourselves." He made it so clear that the responsibility was ours to live our lives in joy. I 100% agree. We too often let the little bit of bad take over our life, instead of seeing the great amount of good that lies there. It's waiting for us to notice it. It's calling our names. It wants to be part of our daily lives. So, let's all use our filters to keep the bad out and let the good in. We owe it to ourselves.
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