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How quickly things became obsolete. He put the books into the cardboard box and brought them to the curb. He attached a small sign: Vintage Kindle.
The bookshelf was full. And while it looked lovely, she knew she was lying to herself. How many of those books had she actually read? Very few. Her intentions were good. They were always good. But the books had piled up on the floor for so long that she thought putting them "away" on the bookshelf was the answer.
Instead, they just seemed to mock her even more.
Oh, why didn't I just get a Kindle...
In the begining of the year I made a decision that this year was going to be my year. I have made many changes in my life in the recent past...losing weight, taking dance lessons, learning a new language. I've kept the weight off for four years. But now the results have slowed and I need to take another step in the right direction.
I've joined a gym. I now do kickboxing as well. The workouts are intense and I hurt afterwards. I'm not trying to get better in one day. But I am determined to get better and stay better by the end of 2011.
I AM DETERMINED!
I met a youngster over the weekend who didn't know how to tell time from a clock. All they could do was read a digital clock. Is that what the world is coming to? I know regular clocks are becoming a rarity, but they do still exist. I can't imagine not knowing how to "read" a clock...it would be like not being able to make change for a dollar.
She hated anything structured when she was on vacation. No tours, no early morning buses or train trips to nearby towns. No. Her favorite thing to do was to go out and become a part of the place she was visiting. On her first day she would find a neighborhood store where she would have breakfast everyday. She liked knowing that by the third day of her trip, the young girl behind the counter would know how she liked her coffee, or that she liked her eggs over easy. She didn't want to stand out like the others. She wanted to blend in and become a part of the place she was visiting.
She told such vivid stories, that it wasn't until she was finished that the children realized she had woven a moral lesson into her words.
The dreaded word...
I think you are wonderful, however...
Your resume is terrific, however,
I meant to stop at the grocery store, however...
It's very rare that the word is followed by something you want to hear.
It's hard for me to approach new people. Sometimes I force myself. And more often then not I'm surprised to see that they are open and receptive. I learned as a child that strangers are scary...even when I was beyond the age when that was appropriate to learn. So "unlearning" at a much older age is difficult.
Some days I'm more confident and I can easily approach someone and ask a question. Other days, it terrifies me to the point of paralysis. I need to approach my fear with less trepidation and more confidence and acceptance.
I hate the word policy. It means rules, laws, regulations. It reminds me of places I'd rather not be (work for example). I'd rather be out in the world, having fun, enjoying myself. Anything is better than living up to a policy...
Don't think the crumbs you are offered are a meal; wait for the whole loaf.
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