Recently someone was trying to persuade me to do something I didn’t want to do. He told me that I should do things his way because I’m “better” than other people. I immediately replied that no I am not. I I never think of myself as better than anyone else because I’ve been on the other side. When you have a mental illness many people believe, act, and treat you like they are better than you. And just because I can hide in plain sight now doesn’t mean I forget how that feels. But after he said that to me I did feel different. I marvel at the turns of life. Everyone is under the impression that I am where I’m supposed to be but no one can tell what it took to get here.
We all know the line – “What happens to a dream deferred?”
But lately I find myself asking – What happens to a dream fulfilled?
The only thing scarier than failure is success!
A former teacher of mine told me “To Whom Much Is Given Much Is Expected.”
When she said it I actually stopped and thought about all of the things I’ve been given – and it’s a lot. The path I was placed on at a very early age leads to the life I lead now. In a way the opportunities were laid in front of me like the yellow brick road leading to the Wizard of Oz. It just makes sense that I ended up back at home (like nowhere else).
I’ve been wondering what the next level of myself looks like. I wonder if I can get there or if I will push myself too hard and fall short. I wonder where the next major failure lies. I wonder when someone will say something negative to me again. I wonder how long I will stay at the next level (if I ever get there).
I know I’m not afraid of the next level anymore. I’m stepping towards it even though I do not know how long the road is ahead of me. I do not know the mountains and valleys along the way. I take a new step each day and I wonder if I will hit a wall.
I’ll be honest – I’ve had 2 bags of potato chips since I started this whole lifestyle change thing – but people told me that I can eat popcorn. It’s filling and low in calorie. But it cannot replace chips. At first I told myself I was strong enough to not have a cheat day or ever eat a cheat snack or meal. I can tell you I’m not that strong. I’m doing the best I can and it seems to be working but please whoever tells people that they can eat popcorn in place of chips – STOP IT!
My mother told me years ago that I could lose weight if I just “put my mind to it.”
It recently occurred to me as I’ve begun to shed some pounds that my mother has been saying this to me my entire life – “Just put your mind to it.” It’s a bit longer than “Just do it.” but the meaning is the same.
For most of my life this advice has worked well for me. Up until I lost my mind and then the doubts began to settle in. It’s been a twenty year crawl to the point where I trust my mind enough to actually believe this statement again but my faith in my mind is back and my body is beginning to follow.
Have you ever wished you’d forgiven someone sooner?
I don’t know if it’s just me but when someone hurts me – I mean really hurts me to my core – it takes me a really long time to get over it. And even when I’m supposedly over it something they said or something they did will pop back into my head at random times and just piss me off all over again.
Lately, though, I’ve been thinking I hold onto a grudge for too long. There’s no going back to the way things used to be before I was hurt but I could be kinder sooner rather than later.
I read a long time ago that it takes 3 weeks to build a habit and for years I thought something was wrong with me because I was never able to build any long lasting habits in 3 weeks.
Now the word on the street is that it takes 66 days to build a habit. This makes more sense to me.
It’s Day 22 – 44 More to Go!
After a much needed rest, when I thought about how I know nothing of the future and how important it is to do what keeps me sane and happy, I’ve come back to blogging.
It’s official – I love it! (Hopefully you’ll come across something you love too!)
There’s an exercise for writers when we don’t know what to write. It says just write I don’t know what to write over and over again until you figure something out.
I’m not going to do that here but I want to take a minute to acknowledge the wall created by real & perceived expectations.
I’ve decided to push myself & I know I will fail at some point at something but I refuse to let my inevitable failure curve my ambitions.
Is the risk the same walking under the ladder as walking up?