Things I need to Tell Myself Over and Over

No one can discourage me from the things that I want to do. My dreams are worthy of respect. No matter how difficult the path in front of me, it does not deserve to be downtrodden. I will not let other’s disbelief, sarcasm, or attitude put me down.

I am intelligent, capable, and unafraid. I know that I can accomplish what I set my mind to. I cannot let my own wariness stop me from putting my mind to something.

No one can discourage me from the things I want to do. Prying questions, disbelief, and misunderstanding will not stop me. 

My success depends not on how much negative that there is to endure, but how much positive I’m willing to accept. 

I am ready for my life to be exactly the way I want it to be. I am ready to put everything I am into being everything I can be. 

There are qualities within me that are worthwhile. I can achieve things.

No one and nothing can demoralize me. Or dishearten me. Or dispirit me. Not anymore. And not ever again. Because it’s my life. It’s my success. And it’s my turn.

I will not close my eyes. But I will still soak in the sunlight.

Have I told you lately...

That...


I hate life?

Man, if I thought I couldn't dread Mondays anymore than I currently do, I was wrong.

Because at this moment, not only do I have one job to dread, I have two.

It isn't even Friday yet and I already begrudge Monday. fml.

Flying the coop is a very scary thing.

The Legacy

I don't know if you know this because I've never really told anyone:

But the things you did affect us all.

Developing

Lately I've been noticing a sweet sort of ache when I look at the things around me. I've felt like I'm somehow forgetting or not doing something. At first it was small, barely noticeable. Just something that twinged slightly when the sky was particularly beautiful or when the weather was warm.

And then today it hit me, even though the weather is terrible and everything is ugly wet. I miss photography.

I didn't think I would. And I've been on a sort of mini-hiatus. Not that long, maybe... a handful of months?

But I do nonetheless.

It's almost comforting.

Comforting to know that I was right. It is a part of me.

I am literally hours away from putting on and wearing a Vera Wang.

How will I EVER consider any other dresses?!

Cereal.

Of the many internet time waster's I go to where I vainly talk about my life incessantly as if it were important, this is my home. My internet home.

And so I thought it should be the first to know.

TOMORROW I'M GOING WEDDING DRESS SHOPPING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1



(I wish I could draw hearts on EVERYTHING)

A Valentine

Valentines day is coming up...

I know a lot of people out there are anti-Valentines or bitter about it. I don't see why. If you want to complain that it's a consumer hallmark made holiday, then celebrate it some other way. Make a gift, give a kiss, do something special.

I don't personally like flowers, chocolates, lingerie, or a variety of other typical Valentines day stuff. But I figure, why not take every excuse we can get to celebrate love? Some made up saint guy? Good enough excuse for me. Seventh monday in a row I've been to work on time? Good enough excuse for me. Our half-versary plus a month? Good enough excuse for me. Find excuses often and celebrate love. Why not?

I used to make little valentines, usually edible for all the ladies in my life, even ones I didn't really like so as not to leave anyone out. Little boxes of candy, tiny cakes, cookies, cupcakes, all red and decorated and absolutely cute. Last year I skipped out on it and felt kind of bad. I rolled into the day empty handed. What a bummer.

This year for V-Day I'm taking Adam out to a dinner surprise. I also wanted to make him a small gift. But given that we live with each other and other than work are with each other every minute (waking or otherwise), it's hard to find the time to make something without him already knowing. But I don't care. I'm excited anyways.

Who doesn't love quality time?

Sometimes I have a really hard time talking about what's on my mind. This problem is neither new or original or special.

Sometimes I wish I didn't have this problem.

Friday

If I read beneath my desk all I have to do is lean forward a little more to hide it.
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