“What constitues success? She has achieved success who has lived well; laughed often and loved much; who has gained the respect of intelligent people and the love of little children; who has filled her niche and accomplished her task; who has left the world better than she found it;…who has never lacked appreciation of earth’s beauty, or failed to express it; who has always looked for the best in others and given the best she had.”
—Bessie Stanley
In a society of a quick fix and instant gratification, I can’t help but wonder if this is the cause of my demise and bad decisions.
I regrettably admit that I am a free spirit. I always want to follow my heart, even when my head tells me, “don’t do it.” My head always says, “I told you so…”
I always look for the good in people, no matter how many times they’ve hurt me; and I have the glimmer of hope that they will one day have the best of intentions – even when the obvious glare of hurt and failure outshine any glimmer that could possibly exist.
I am always looking for an out – whether it be a new career, a new look, a new location to reside – a change of pace, and a change of scenery…I am hiding from my own demons.
I fully believe with all of my heart that fairy-tale romance exists in real life; even though I don’t know anyone who’s found it and had it last for more than 2 weeks…I won’t give that up.
I trust rarely – I can quickly count the people I trust with my secrets or my best interest.
My heart hurts often, and I’m not quite sure why – my life appears in perfect order.
I can’t make my own decisions – I’m scared it will be the wrong one. I guess there’s no way to really find out -
Categories: desires · dreams · life · random · relationships
I had read about it; but that wasn’t enough – I must try it for myself! This was what was going through my head as I pondered becoming a fabulous yoga guru.
Off I went yesterday at 3 p.m. to Bikram’s Yoga for my 90 minute class. 90 minutes? Sounds okay – some stretching, some weird poses, I could do that for an hour and a half. Ha ha ha…here it goes…
Excited and nervous at the same time – I enter and meet the instructor. She advises me to leave my shoes at the door, head into the ladies locker room if necessary, then wait in the practice room until its time to begin. So I do. Water bottle, yoga mat, and towel in hand – I drop my gym bag off in the locker room and proceed to enter.
I walked in to a room that is kept at a not only hot, but humid, 105 degree temperature. Seriously? I can hardly breathe in here and the stretching hasn’t even begun! Okay, don’t panic, it only feels like hell. I find a spot in the back, it’s going to be fine. I lay out my mat, sit on the floor and wait. As I wait I watch everyone around me – people of all shapes and sizes, ethnicities, and ages. Hey, if everyone else can do this – so can I. Right?
The instructor walks in and class begins. We stand up and begin our poses and stretches…think positive, I can do this.
15 minutes in and my face is wet. This isn’t easy like I thought it would be.
30 minutes in and my shirt is wet. How can she do that with her legs?
45 minutes in and my shirt is off. I think I’m close to death, I need to sit down.
60 minutes in and I think I could pass out this very second. Can you leave in the middle of class?
Oh my God, finally, we’re starting to slow down. How can one person sweat so much?
75 minutes in and I’m getting a headache, but somehow I’m enjoying this.
90 minutes is up. Class is over and I’m shocked that I didn’t die or at a very minimum pass out.
Am I a masochist? I loved it! Is that normal? I am coming back tomorrow – IF I can get out of bed in the morning.
I’ve spent my whole life indecisive. Where do you want to eat? I don’t know. What do you want for your birthday? Name one thing, are you kidding me? Which pair of shoes do you like better? I want both.
When I read, “Allow your dreams a place in your prayers and plans,” a partial excerpt on my quote of the day calendar, I thought, how is that possible? I couldn’t even pick a major in college.
Yes, yes, I know – everyone goes through that. But I’ve never stopped; it began with Advertising/PR, Broadcast Journalism, Fashion Merchandising, then a break. Now what? It started again, and ended with an Accounting degree. Mid-business school, I wanted to go to cosmetology school and momentarily, culinary school. Obviously, my wants were all over the board.
In a perfect world, I’d be able to be a hair stylist (and the owner of my spa/salon), a journalist, a pastry chef, and a CPA – in that order. However, I am less than halfway towards my CPA and the others are so far off in my life plan that I often fear I won’t be able to experience anything else.
My question is, how do you allow your dreams a place when there are just too many? Can you have too many dreams? Which dreams should you put first? Should it be the ones you’re closest to achieving, or should it be the ones that would make you the happiest?
In the meantime I will do what I do, take it one day at a time, and hope that in time I can fulfill my dream(s) -
