I’m starting this month off right. I’m retraining my brain. I’m CHOOSING to be happy. We hear so many times that we’re only given one life to live and we take that with a grain of salt and throw it over our shoulder. Instead we should be hearing the actual severity of that statement and bringing it to light. We really do only have ONE life to live. to live. those two words are so incredibly important.
It is one thing to exist in life but it is another to live it. How we look at things, how we respond to things. How we hear and believe things makes all the difference.
Who we are and who we become is up to us. We get to make that call. We get to choose that path. We get to write that story. How it begins may not have been our choice but where it goes from here we get to determine all for ourselves.
Be grateful for what you have. Be consistently happy with where you’re going. Strive to make yourself better every day.
And guess what? One day you’ll wake up so happy, you’ll forget how to feel any other way.
There are days I finally feel comfortable in my surroundings. There are moments I think everything has finally fallen into place. And there are seconds when anger sets in only to be replaced momentarily with a threatening brim of water in my eyes.
I am tired. Tired of broken promises, tired of replaced plans, tired of being left in the dust. And so you say, do something about it! So I do, and again I face those broken promises, replaced plans and a ball of dust in my face.
Maybe I’m the common factor in this equation? I really thought I was doing better. I really thought I was facing my struggles. I really thought I had friends who cared.
But tonight I faced those same broken promises, replaced plans and a ball of dust in my face. I struggled with momentary anger followed by a threatening brim of water in my eyes, and I wondered, why am I not good enough? What does everyone else have that I don’t?
And this feeling of utter loneliness crept in and decided to stay the night. And if I’m lucky it will leave in the morning. There are no promises though, and if there were I probably wouldn’t believe them anyway.
So I ask myself again, why am I not good enough? What does everyone else have that I don’t? Is my heart only made for breaking?
If you find the answers be a dear and pass them along. I’ll be waiting.
Thank the good lord it’s Friday! For some Friday fun I’m posting a few things from my “All things fun” board on pinterest! To see the full board click here!
For all of us on the east coast who are dying for SUMMER, who doesn’t want a pool like this in their backyard??
How ridiculous is it that I am completely smitten with the idea of a bookshelf staircase?! Come on people!
This one is for the photog friends! Just tell me when and where I get one!
No explanation needed.
Loser. Is that what you’re thinking when you see this?! Not me, it’s totally adorable, although I can’t decide what’s better the coffee mug or the ice cream container?
And…well because who doesn’t like FRIENDS, here’s a menu idea for your next dinner party!
Happy Friday! Have a fabulous weekend friends : )
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The way my story goes feels like a ferris wheel. One that never stops spinning and yet somehow manages to let people off – or out of my story. Sometimes I wish I could get off the ferris wheel and create a new story for myself…but then I remember how far I’ve come.
To say that I am 100% where I want to be in my life at this moment would be a lie. Most people would probably agree that they aren’t where they want to be either. Yet we keep forging on, writing page after page, crossing out and erasing what we don’t want to include. And the chapters begin to grow. Or maybe they don’t because you have writers block and just don’t know how to make that one chapter end. So you keep spinning around on the ferris wheel waiting for someone to stop it for you. But it doesn’t happen. Not for me, or you, or the president or even God. Because if someone stopped the ferris wheel for you they would be writing the end of that chapter and the story would blend between theirs and your own.
I’ve been a writer since as long as I can remember and a huge part of that came from needing an escape. Although the story I keep adding to all these years later is my own, somehow writing it made it feel less like I was living it. And the more painful or tragic things that happened in my life, the longer my chapters got, the thicker my story became.
As I continue to learn the secrets this life holds for us I realize that most of the story has been about the things that happened in my life that I couldn’t control. The more things I couldn’t stop from happening the more I wrote. The more I was affected by the stories around me the more narrow mine became.
Recently I haven’t written much and that scares me because what if my ability to write only comes out of the bad things that have happened or may happen to me? What if my story continues to stay on a narrow path? Who is in control of my story then? Who decides how my chapters end?
My ferris wheel of a life is still spinning and it probably always will be because the person I am cares to much, loves with every fiber in my body, and puts herself out there to help anyone who needs it. The difference now is that my ferris wheel is going to include a much prettier view and my story will broaden and I will choose how my chapters end.
Not every day is going to be wonderful but that doesn’t mean my story shouldn’t be.
Hey guys! Happy Friday!! As some of you may know this weekend is the American Girl Fashion Show with Ronald McDonald!! If you’re not attending the show or would like to give back to the Ronald House check out the information below!!