A few minor things that changed my life – Once I realized them.
1. I am in control of nothing. Absolutely nothing. The only thing I am in control of, is what come out of my mouth and how I treat people. Once you realize that – everything is a whole lot easier.
2. Don’t ever accept your job, unless you are love with it. When I was little, I wanted to be an apple (odd, I know), a firetruck (maybe weirder), a mommy. Then, when I got older, I wanted to be a dentist, a pharmacist, a geologist, and a paleontologist. I work in insurance. Will I always? Who knows. But I do know this, tomorrow I could be an actress flying to New York. Stranger things have happened. Be open to opportunity if it presents itself.
3. I was a single momma. And I wore it as a badge an honor. I was proud that I did it all by myself. But, I didn’t. It takes a village. My parents, friends, co-workers, teachers, are all involved in raising a child. So I quit taking credit – and decided to be thankful for all involved. Albeit it can seem a feat to make dinner, do laundry, and get homework done all in one night – My momma, who was happily married, did that every night – because my dad was busy working. I realized that no matter whether I am single or married, I am a mom. To three amazing kids. That’s enough of a reason to be proud. Don’t be so proud of being able to say I am “A SINGLE MOM AND I DO IT ALONE” – try saying, whether married or not, “I am a mom. And so many people help me raise them. And I am thankful for them all.” And here is the clincher – mean it. It helps ease frustration. I promise.
4. This is self-explanatory. Eat chocolate every day.
5. Kiss on the lips. Have you ever noticed, that when you pucker, your lips make a heart? So when you kiss on the lips it’s like two hearts colliding. That makes me smile. And I love seeing my two year old all puckered up to kiss his momma. (Refer to number 3 – that makes a win/win situation)
6. Self-loathing and self-deprecation is never flattering. Neither is praising yourself. It’s awful when you hear people calling themselves fat, stupid, ugly, etc. Or, thinking that they are superior because they are attractive, brilliant, or successful. Just be happy with who you are, how you are. And always be thankful. One of the most successful people I know is one of the most humble, generous, kind-hearted people I have ever met. I’ve learned a lot, just by observing him.
7. Tattoos. If you get one – love it. And if it’s in another language, make sure a trusted person designs.
8. In trendy clothes – buy throw away. You know, the kind of clothes that will only last for a season because they are cheaply made. On staples, spend the extra money and buy higher end. You will be happy you did. J
9. Let people love you and help you. Stop pushing people away who love you.
10. Love those same people back as hard and as often as you can. That you will never regret.
11. DO NOT BE BITTER. It’s a bad look. A scowl does not compliment any outfit. A smile makes you look like a million bucks, pair that with a happy heart – and you are unstoppable.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Monday, October 8, 2012
Here I am...
So, this might seem somewhat astute, but the power of God amazes me. And here is what I mean by that. Yesterday at church, my pastor was talking about if you want to hear God speak to you, look at how he has before. Well as he said that, I started talking to God in my head. Mind you, to the average onlooker, I looked deep in concentration on what my pastor was saying, but really, I was having a one on one conversation with God.
Now, if you have read this blog much, you know that I talk to God pretty bluntly. I mean, he knows what I am thinking anyway, so might as well be brutally honest. And it’s kinda funny, everytime I start – I try to start eloquently – but that quickly fails – and I am back to being blunt. And I guess in a way I was accusing him. Asking him, why isn’t it so plain to me like it seems to be for everyone else. I began to rationalize to him – I believe in you, you know that, so can you make this easier? I want to do your will. I don’t know what it is, but I want to do it. Just show me – text me – call me, I promise I won’t tell anyone. (Yep, I really thought that – not schizophrenic, just thought it might be easier, ya know?) I couldn’t understand why it seemed so clear for some and not me.
Then in my head popped up the book, the blog. And I said to him, and I am quoting my thoughts/prayers here “Is this you popping this in my head, because I want to write and blog? Because sometimes I don’t want to. Sometimes it feels like a chore – and I do the ‘I will do it later’. Or is this a gift that you have given me, and I will never be completely satisfied until I do it? I DON’T KNOW! (Yes, I was screaming in my head.) I mean, I have been through a whole lot. Can you cut me a break? I need a break. I need this to be a little easier. A little plainer. “ It went on and on. I blamed him for making me a widow, then thanked him for giving me faith and comfort through it all. I accused and praised – it was pretty intense in my head. I asked him to show me plainly. Something to where I knew it was him, and no one else.
So, I get on facebook – and I have a friend request from someone I don’t know. And then I noticed I had a message from the same someone. And she tells me to read what she put on her facebook wall. And I did. And well, I guess God has a sense of humor- but he spoke loud and clear to me. This sweet woman stumbled upon my blog, and her first line, “I don’t believe in coincidences.” I had discussed that with God earlier. Was all this a coincidence with the writing. Guess he was telling her through me – “Nope. No such thing.” So, Wendy, as ou thanked me for the blog, let me thank you – You helped me. More than you could know. I cry while I write this, because a new peace is found in myself. I know that the creator of the sun and stars, can hear little old me. He loves me. He wants me to obey him, and I am not as insignificant as I sometimes feel. He loves and cares for me individually – and that he has a sense of humor about the whole thing. And he gave me a cross to bear, a story to tell, and I will continue to do it with thankfulness and honor – for the gifts he’s given me. My God is wonderful. I can’t say it enough – loud enough – long enough.
Now, if you have read this blog much, you know that I talk to God pretty bluntly. I mean, he knows what I am thinking anyway, so might as well be brutally honest. And it’s kinda funny, everytime I start – I try to start eloquently – but that quickly fails – and I am back to being blunt. And I guess in a way I was accusing him. Asking him, why isn’t it so plain to me like it seems to be for everyone else. I began to rationalize to him – I believe in you, you know that, so can you make this easier? I want to do your will. I don’t know what it is, but I want to do it. Just show me – text me – call me, I promise I won’t tell anyone. (Yep, I really thought that – not schizophrenic, just thought it might be easier, ya know?) I couldn’t understand why it seemed so clear for some and not me.
Then in my head popped up the book, the blog. And I said to him, and I am quoting my thoughts/prayers here “Is this you popping this in my head, because I want to write and blog? Because sometimes I don’t want to. Sometimes it feels like a chore – and I do the ‘I will do it later’. Or is this a gift that you have given me, and I will never be completely satisfied until I do it? I DON’T KNOW! (Yes, I was screaming in my head.) I mean, I have been through a whole lot. Can you cut me a break? I need a break. I need this to be a little easier. A little plainer. “ It went on and on. I blamed him for making me a widow, then thanked him for giving me faith and comfort through it all. I accused and praised – it was pretty intense in my head. I asked him to show me plainly. Something to where I knew it was him, and no one else.
So, I get on facebook – and I have a friend request from someone I don’t know. And then I noticed I had a message from the same someone. And she tells me to read what she put on her facebook wall. And I did. And well, I guess God has a sense of humor- but he spoke loud and clear to me. This sweet woman stumbled upon my blog, and her first line, “I don’t believe in coincidences.” I had discussed that with God earlier. Was all this a coincidence with the writing. Guess he was telling her through me – “Nope. No such thing.” So, Wendy, as ou thanked me for the blog, let me thank you – You helped me. More than you could know. I cry while I write this, because a new peace is found in myself. I know that the creator of the sun and stars, can hear little old me. He loves me. He wants me to obey him, and I am not as insignificant as I sometimes feel. He loves and cares for me individually – and that he has a sense of humor about the whole thing. And he gave me a cross to bear, a story to tell, and I will continue to do it with thankfulness and honor – for the gifts he’s given me. My God is wonderful. I can’t say it enough – loud enough – long enough.
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