Life is too short. Try something new. A fitness challenge group. What can it hurt? Really! In the grand scheme of things, what can it hurt? I held off doing a group fitness challenge for a long time. Mostly for the fear of failing. Not being able to do it, or do it well enough. […]
I can’t be the only adult who has muttered those two words recently.
It seems that I am always having to be the “bigger person” and turn the other cheek. I would much rather prefer karma come immediately while I sit and watch with a bag of popcorn.
Why do I have to be the one who makes the right decision? Others don’t!
I knew this truth many years ago but let me tell you, this last year has really been the momentS of truth. Yes, I meant to capitalize that letter. Time and time again I have been faced with taking the adult route or taking the middle school route. I have been treated unfairly. Others do not seem to have to deal with these type of situations. Why me?
True, my circumstances are sometimes not ideal, but in the grand scheme of things, I am richly blessed. There are others all around who would love to trade spots with me. This is not to minimize my plight or yours, this is just to bring us all back to reality. I am one to often fly off the handle and react in the heat of the moment. I let my emotions take over and 99% of the time makes things worse. I finally let some consistent advice sink in. Slow down, take your time, and “proof” yourself. So that is what I am doing and suggest you do the same. Take a breath. Sleep on it. Jot down notes. Because guess what, you getting unreasonably angry, hurts you the most.
Do you want to win? Come on, you know you do. Win by letting go what you have no control of and trusting in your honorable actions. And, a little thing called karma!
I do not like school. I do not like reading what I’m told to read or trying to meet some deadline. I do not like to being judged on my ability to retain information that I do not care about. It’s just setting us up to be disappointed in ourselves. It reinforces insecurities.
That being said, I made the choice to subject myself to this cruel and unusual torture for FIVE years while I went to college. I was the WORST student. I never went to class, I didn’t attend sporting events, and I never even considered joining a sorority. I didn’t even walk for graduation. I decided the that obtaining that oh-so-important piece of paper was sufficient for a college career, no bells and whistles. But what was I going to study? My first semester of gen-ed had me frequenting a few too many late night bars and working on assignments when…
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