From 100 Simple Secrets of Happy People by David Niven
#62
One of the great sources of anxiety as we age is that we will never get a chance to do that thing we always wanted to do, or to finish that project we were working on years ago, or to mend the fences that may have fallen into disrepair as our relationships evolved. Don't wait until the end of your life to figure out what you wished you had done. Think of those things now and do them.
Students often will procrastinate. Assign them a paper, with two months to do it, and many will literally wait until the last day, cramming through their readings, making notes, and then charging through the writing. Not a moment of this process is enjoyed. It is a manic effort, with little concern for quality. Students who write their papers in a timely fashion, anticipate what needs to be done, and do the work in an orderly process never feel out of control, and can even enjoy themselves.
We live life like a student writing a paper- either as the procrastinator or the planner. The procrastinator feels out of control, and each passing year is a source of desperation. The planner finishes what needs to be done, and treats each passing year as a sign of accomplishment.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
He's just not that into you...
So, everyone knows about the movie that came out last weekend. A woman learns how guys "work," and how all these "mixed signals" is just a guy saying that he's not interested. She learns that there people who are products of the rule and exceptions.
How do you know whether you're the rule or the exception? Obviously because it was a chick flick, the main character ended up being the exception, big surprise. But we aren't all the exceptions in life. I dated someone a couple years ago and they broke my heart, multiple times. I know that he is a good person and so I held on, he asked me to wait and I did. I thought that this was the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I had faith that he would pull through; that he would turn around and sweep me off my feet.
And somehow, I end up in the same situation. I have someone in my life that cares about me and is someone that I care very much about as well. Yet, we can't be together. Is this situation so different than the first? I keep telling myself it is, that we are meant to be together but if we were, wouldn't we be? Even though we are no longer together, I have this connection with him. We can spend time together and it's like we've never been apart. I can't even describe it.
I trust him, which is a big deal, I trust very little.
I don't trust a lot of people so is trusting him a huge mistake? And what am I trusting him with?
The Compromise. It seems that I am getting nothing out of this compromise. I am the one worrying that I talk too much, that I am getting in the way of his life. I am the one concerned that I'm just going to get more hurt. And I think the only time I feel good about this situation is when I pretend to ignore it. Which is not right on any level.
I think the only thing different about this situation is that I'm letting my heart break slower than before.
I may not cry over him but it doesn't mean I'm not breaking inside.
So, is he just not into me? I seriously do NOT understand guys. How can you say that you care so deeply about someone and that you don't want to see them hurt yet hurt them in the worst way possible.
Obviously, I have no idea what to do. How can I care about someone so much that breaks my heart yet being with him makes me feel so incredibly happy?
Is this love? Haha, something that makes you so happy and so sad at the same time?
Regardless, I'm going to live my life. I'm going to spend time with the people I KNOW make me the exception; I know who truly loves me and that's what really matters.
I know how to prioritize my life and although I won't forget about this moron, I won't dwell on him either because I love myself more than that.
I never know if my blogs actually make sense or not, *shrug shoulders*
How do you know whether you're the rule or the exception? Obviously because it was a chick flick, the main character ended up being the exception, big surprise. But we aren't all the exceptions in life. I dated someone a couple years ago and they broke my heart, multiple times. I know that he is a good person and so I held on, he asked me to wait and I did. I thought that this was the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I had faith that he would pull through; that he would turn around and sweep me off my feet.
And somehow, I end up in the same situation. I have someone in my life that cares about me and is someone that I care very much about as well. Yet, we can't be together. Is this situation so different than the first? I keep telling myself it is, that we are meant to be together but if we were, wouldn't we be? Even though we are no longer together, I have this connection with him. We can spend time together and it's like we've never been apart. I can't even describe it.
I trust him, which is a big deal, I trust very little.
I don't trust a lot of people so is trusting him a huge mistake? And what am I trusting him with?
The Compromise. It seems that I am getting nothing out of this compromise. I am the one worrying that I talk too much, that I am getting in the way of his life. I am the one concerned that I'm just going to get more hurt. And I think the only time I feel good about this situation is when I pretend to ignore it. Which is not right on any level.
I think the only thing different about this situation is that I'm letting my heart break slower than before.
I may not cry over him but it doesn't mean I'm not breaking inside.
So, is he just not into me? I seriously do NOT understand guys. How can you say that you care so deeply about someone and that you don't want to see them hurt yet hurt them in the worst way possible.
Obviously, I have no idea what to do. How can I care about someone so much that breaks my heart yet being with him makes me feel so incredibly happy?
Is this love? Haha, something that makes you so happy and so sad at the same time?
Regardless, I'm going to live my life. I'm going to spend time with the people I KNOW make me the exception; I know who truly loves me and that's what really matters.
I know how to prioritize my life and although I won't forget about this moron, I won't dwell on him either because I love myself more than that.
I never know if my blogs actually make sense or not, *shrug shoulders*
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Mons
Money.
5 letter word.
I still can't comprehend how it causes so much stress in my life. Not only the fact that I don't have any but how it makes me feel when others do. I don't think jealous would be the word to describe. More like anger. No I'm not trying to say I'm a saint when it comes to managing my finances but I'm pretty responsible about it, I try my best not to spend it on things I really don't need. But it just makes me so angry when people aren't responsible about it or complain about the lack of when they've spent it well... Stupidly.
Even though it is beyond my control, it just irks me that it seems some are just not grateful from the assistance that they receive in terms of finances. I'm not trying to turn this into a sob story about how my parents don't help me blah blah but, it just sucks that some people just don't appreciate the help that they do get. And maybe I'm being judgmental and maybe I don't understand that they really are grateful for the help they receive. But, I was taught that if I needed something, I bought it for myself and to use my own judgment for the things I wanted. Now, my parents helped me out with the odd thing if I didn't have the money but if I was buying things that weren't things I actually needed, there was no way they would pay for something I actually needed. And that taught me a valuable lessons about saving and spending.
I think, in a way, I am envious of those who get that financial help. It gives me a little hope that my parents will pull through, even though when I call, they remind me of my frivolous spending that got me to asking them for help in the first place.
And maybe this is just a lesson in itself... Maybe I have to experience doing this on my own and how it changes me as a person. Because I probably wouldn't be the same person as I am today if my parents had helped me more financially.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
5 letter word.
I still can't comprehend how it causes so much stress in my life. Not only the fact that I don't have any but how it makes me feel when others do. I don't think jealous would be the word to describe. More like anger. No I'm not trying to say I'm a saint when it comes to managing my finances but I'm pretty responsible about it, I try my best not to spend it on things I really don't need. But it just makes me so angry when people aren't responsible about it or complain about the lack of when they've spent it well... Stupidly.
Even though it is beyond my control, it just irks me that it seems some are just not grateful from the assistance that they receive in terms of finances. I'm not trying to turn this into a sob story about how my parents don't help me blah blah but, it just sucks that some people just don't appreciate the help that they do get. And maybe I'm being judgmental and maybe I don't understand that they really are grateful for the help they receive. But, I was taught that if I needed something, I bought it for myself and to use my own judgment for the things I wanted. Now, my parents helped me out with the odd thing if I didn't have the money but if I was buying things that weren't things I actually needed, there was no way they would pay for something I actually needed. And that taught me a valuable lessons about saving and spending.
I think, in a way, I am envious of those who get that financial help. It gives me a little hope that my parents will pull through, even though when I call, they remind me of my frivolous spending that got me to asking them for help in the first place.
And maybe this is just a lesson in itself... Maybe I have to experience doing this on my own and how it changes me as a person. Because I probably wouldn't be the same person as I am today if my parents had helped me more financially.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
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