Growing Up?

I found out, recently, that I was indeed growing up. And let me tell you dear reader how painful it was sometimes. Looking back at my work experience it boggles the mind how I was able to survive those days. Really! So I guess I, indeed, grew up!

Looking back at my teenage self, which I am not anymore, I saw her as a person with strong beliefs (may it be right or not). But as far as Β having a strong set of beliefs I believe I lacked actions to go with it. Nowadays, I am resetting my beliefs and I think I am strengthening my new beliefs by my actions. With everything that had happened this year and the last I can honestly and proudly say that I have matured. Boring as the word maybe it is the truth.

I am now on the process of changing residence and I am going to have my own room again. I am happy with this decision. Next year or almost end of this year I am planning of getting a job again while taking my graduate classes. I have reduced tears that are induced by small nonsensical things. I am doing a lot of things and will be doing a lot more. I experienced a lot of things this year and all those experience made me stronger and more matured. Thank you experience, you made me this

I let you in a secret dear reader… being mature is a choice.



Loving Yourself

A little boy was overheard talking to himself as he strode through his backyard, baseball cap in place and toting ball and bat. “I’m the greatest baseball player in the world,” he said proudly. Then he tossed the ball in the air, swung and missed. Undaunted, he picked up the ball, threw it into the air and said to himself, “I’m the greatest player ever!” He swung at the ball again, and again he missed. He paused a moment to examine bat and ball carefully. Then once again he threw the ball into the air and said, “I’m the greatest baseball player who ever lived.” He swung the bat hard and again missed the ball.

“Wow!” he exclaimed. “What a pitcher!”

This was a story I’ve read today from Chicken Soup for the Soul. Loving yourself nowadays might seem so hard for us to do. First and foremost we are not little kids anymore, we do not see the world in rose-colored glasses anymore. You see this kid dear reader, he is very resilient. Why does failures need to hold us back? Get back up dear reader and continue the race! Second, we do not proclaim kind words at ourselves anymore. Why is it so hard to tell yourself that you are pretty with no BUTS? I’m pretty but, I’m so sexy but, I’m good but, I’m fine but… stop focusing on your BUTS. Starting today, when you wake up declare something good about yourself. Tell yourself today “Hey look you, you’re so pretty!” Third, he did not compared himself with others. He said that he was the greatest baseball player ever. Stop comparing yourself from others, you are the best you and the worst somebody else. Lastly, he saw an alternative. Nobody’s perfect and the sooner you accept that fact the sooner you are to being perfect. Hmmm, confused? Me too, but it does makes sense! He might have failed at batting the ball be he never failed as a pitcher. See your strength dear reader. May it be that you are square shaped and trying to fit yourself in a circle shaped hole? Stop that dear reader. We all have talents and skills. We are so different from one another. Maybe, you are a great pitcher and you just don’t realize it…

Love yourself dear reader… and smile.

An Account on Being Nice

How nice is the word “nice”? Some would say, how quaint. Are you nice? Or is it an effort to be nice?

A small word for something that can go a long way. It seems that nowadays being nice is an extra effort for all of us. How can we be nice when prices are all going up? How can we be nice amidst traffic jams and city pollution? How can we be nice when we are suffering from being heart broken? How can we be nice, we’re busy! …and all that jazz.

One day while I was eating at a famous fast food chain one of their crew was doing a survey. He went to different table to ask people some of their time and to no avail nobody said yes. Then he noticed me, that I was already finished eating, and ask me if he can conduct the survey. I said yes. He asked me things and stuff, it took us less than 5 minutes. Now dear reader, that was being nice. No effort needed! He did not ask me to do extraneous activities so why not say yes? He asks people when they’re already done eating so why not say yes? The survey is no way near rocket science so why not say yes? Being nice is not an extra effort it is, actually, a natural thing.

As the survey ended he asked me to stay put and wait for my FREE dessert. Be nice.