Throwing in the towel, and a new outlook on life.
8 years ago
General
Don't Trace, Create.
Got the idea of throwing in the towel from one of the Rocky movies. I kind of use it on things like, I give up, game over you won. After last week's lecture, I figured it was time to throw in the towel and stop be bothered by things that I have no control of. Things happen, people get busy, wish them luck, but keep a door open.
Last week a group of people that I know was talking about a pebble on the road that makes you remember of an event that happened on where you were done wrong. That conversation made me think of October 30th which for someone with memory that I do it seems like yesterday. Then in the same conversation it was brought up that it's past Friday, and there is no way that you change history. It is what it is. Try your best to get over it. My problem is that my standards were set to high, and I was probably looked a pond that I was to low for their standards. After all, I do by my socks and boxers from the local Walmart, the same one that I spend 40 hours a week at, Tuesday thru Saturday which isn't quite isn't the every weekend party schedule. My parents are those who believes that people only learn from getting a taste on what they dish out. I would somewhat agree.
I will admit lately that I've been way to Hard on myself, being bitter over a lifestyle that I can't have, or fancy toys that those with money can get. Then the other day my eyes were opened to all the neat things that I do have on what little I do make, a pretty relaxed lifestyle even though it gets lonely at times, a few awesome friends that have been there for years, and had some real interesting adventures that are far from being canned.
Even though I'm suffering from food poisoning, emotionally I feel better than I have had in a very long time. My goal of losing a sack of feed which is 50 lbs by the end of the year looks very promising, I'm already lost 30lbs of it already. I know I'm past the 50 mark, but it's part of life.
Last week a group of people that I know was talking about a pebble on the road that makes you remember of an event that happened on where you were done wrong. That conversation made me think of October 30th which for someone with memory that I do it seems like yesterday. Then in the same conversation it was brought up that it's past Friday, and there is no way that you change history. It is what it is. Try your best to get over it. My problem is that my standards were set to high, and I was probably looked a pond that I was to low for their standards. After all, I do by my socks and boxers from the local Walmart, the same one that I spend 40 hours a week at, Tuesday thru Saturday which isn't quite isn't the every weekend party schedule. My parents are those who believes that people only learn from getting a taste on what they dish out. I would somewhat agree.
I will admit lately that I've been way to Hard on myself, being bitter over a lifestyle that I can't have, or fancy toys that those with money can get. Then the other day my eyes were opened to all the neat things that I do have on what little I do make, a pretty relaxed lifestyle even though it gets lonely at times, a few awesome friends that have been there for years, and had some real interesting adventures that are far from being canned.
Even though I'm suffering from food poisoning, emotionally I feel better than I have had in a very long time. My goal of losing a sack of feed which is 50 lbs by the end of the year looks very promising, I'm already lost 30lbs of it already. I know I'm past the 50 mark, but it's part of life.
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It would be nice to have a good paying career, but every time I was offered one it met relocatin without my deer.
Breaks my heart to read you say you are lonely. I thought your roomie was love.
You have more friends and folk who love you than you seem to know.
As for my roommate, we are real good friends but to tell you the truth, there isn't much we have in common, and I think a big part of it was his teen years was in the late 60s and early 70, whole mine was the early 80s.
Thanks for being there, hugs.