I see trees of green, red roses too, I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue and clouds of white, The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky, Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do. They're really saying I love you.
I hear babies cry, I watch them grow. They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world. Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.
I will leave you with that today!
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
History of Perrine's Covered Bridge
This is NOT your average history lesson.
There is a beautiful covered bridge in Esopus, New York called Perrine's Covered Bridge. It is very rustic, beautiful, and quaint. This would be MY history with Perrine's Covered Bridge. As you'll read, a very bad thing happened there . . . but instead of allowing that negative to keep me away from such a stunningly serene spot . . . I remained vigilant in visiting and . . . goodness prevails!
In my early teens, it sure seemed like a million-mile bike ride, but I'm certain it's only a few miles from my Rosendale home. I would ride whatever available bike was around toward New Paltz to Perrine's. It was secluded and just very quiet and allowed for a great amount of thinking and pondering. On one particular trip to Perrine's, I noticed that a car was driving slowly behind me. I really took no interest until it turned down the desolate road toward Perrine's shortly after I did. I jumped off my bike and walked to mid-bridge hoping to see the car drive by. To my shock, I instead heard a car door close. My heart was racing; thumping so loud I could barely hear the water flowing beneath me. As I searched the shadows to see who might emerge, I almost laughed at myself when I saw my uncle sauntering my way. Hugs were exchanged and we chatted for a little bit. He told me he thought it was a little dangerous for me to be so far from home, in such an obscure place. I assured him I was fine and that I visited all the time. And then . . . bad things happened. My uncle . . . my mom's brother . . . tried to do things to me I still have blocked out a little bit. It was a very ugly time that seemed to last for hours. I'm sure it was only minutes, but by the time I was able to kick and fight myself away from him, I was on my bike and home before I remembered anything else. I told my mom who said, "I'm sure you misunderstood his actions." Other aunts and uncles said the same. No one believed me and I was devastated.
A few years later, having survived that hurdle and put it my rear view, and much less frequently visiting Perrine's, I found myself there with my first boyfriend. He had packed us a picnic, complete with blanket and sodas and grapes and all that jive. He was unaware of my past experience there, but I followed him across that bridge . . . and boy, do I mean that in a very multi-faceted way! We laughed, we talked, we ate, we drank, we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves and old memories were being stripped away. We then shared something much more intimate beyond Perrine's. It was perfect! Until, of course, laying curled within each others arms he happend to notice yelling and honking and realized that we were visible from the New York State THRUWAY!!! We laughed so hard we cried. It was truly the beginning of a much better historical period of Perrine's!
A few months alter, the boyfriend and I returned with his 'band of brothers,' . . . the Fab Four! We had brought steaks and beer this time and we were going to grill out at the picnic area just beyond the bridge. We hauled everything over the river, cracked a few brews, started the nonsense we always did and began grilling. Not until the steaks were done and we were all salivating like wild hyenas did anyone realize we forgot to bring utensils. Again, the laughter ensued. And, in true Fab Four Plus One fashion, we improvised. We, like animals, ate with our bare hands! About an hour later, beers drained, we all stumbled into the diner in New Paltz with steak juice covering our hands and dripping from our elbows. Our faces were covered with bits of meat and we truly must have been a sight. We got a lot of stares from lots of folks . . . but, oh, there was laughter . . . and incredible memories.
Moving on a few years, boyfriend's gone, but I am now with the Ulster County Tom Cruise! THE guy that every girl wanted to simply stand next to in high school and, if the Lord was smiling down on you, this young man might even speak to you! Can't even really remember how I came to be out with him, but . . . for those of you who know who I am talking about . . . who cares! And . . . guess where he decided to park his vehicle? Perrine's Covered Bridge! At evening's end, although not much more occurred, my neck looked like he actually tried to chew off my head. It was glorious. I had tangible proof that not only did he talk to me . . . he gave me hickies!!! Of course, I had to tell my mom that I had a fight with my curling iron . . . and it won . . . but I knew better! And it was beautiful!
And so . . . my early days at Perrine's were forgettable . . . and a little disturbing. But, given the opportunity, it redeemed itself and showed me some of the grandest, most fantastic memories I can ever recall. Life is like that!
If you'd like to visit . . . here's a link (but you should really go in person!)
http://www.klyneesopusmuseum.org/perrinesbridge.html
And, just so there is closure, and a little bit MORE redemption . . . that uncle has been taken to court, on a completely unrelated case, and convicted of pedophelia! So, thanks Perrine's for the magic and the memories. Life is good!
There is a beautiful covered bridge in Esopus, New York called Perrine's Covered Bridge. It is very rustic, beautiful, and quaint. This would be MY history with Perrine's Covered Bridge. As you'll read, a very bad thing happened there . . . but instead of allowing that negative to keep me away from such a stunningly serene spot . . . I remained vigilant in visiting and . . . goodness prevails!
In my early teens, it sure seemed like a million-mile bike ride, but I'm certain it's only a few miles from my Rosendale home. I would ride whatever available bike was around toward New Paltz to Perrine's. It was secluded and just very quiet and allowed for a great amount of thinking and pondering. On one particular trip to Perrine's, I noticed that a car was driving slowly behind me. I really took no interest until it turned down the desolate road toward Perrine's shortly after I did. I jumped off my bike and walked to mid-bridge hoping to see the car drive by. To my shock, I instead heard a car door close. My heart was racing; thumping so loud I could barely hear the water flowing beneath me. As I searched the shadows to see who might emerge, I almost laughed at myself when I saw my uncle sauntering my way. Hugs were exchanged and we chatted for a little bit. He told me he thought it was a little dangerous for me to be so far from home, in such an obscure place. I assured him I was fine and that I visited all the time. And then . . . bad things happened. My uncle . . . my mom's brother . . . tried to do things to me I still have blocked out a little bit. It was a very ugly time that seemed to last for hours. I'm sure it was only minutes, but by the time I was able to kick and fight myself away from him, I was on my bike and home before I remembered anything else. I told my mom who said, "I'm sure you misunderstood his actions." Other aunts and uncles said the same. No one believed me and I was devastated.
A few years later, having survived that hurdle and put it my rear view, and much less frequently visiting Perrine's, I found myself there with my first boyfriend. He had packed us a picnic, complete with blanket and sodas and grapes and all that jive. He was unaware of my past experience there, but I followed him across that bridge . . . and boy, do I mean that in a very multi-faceted way! We laughed, we talked, we ate, we drank, we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves and old memories were being stripped away. We then shared something much more intimate beyond Perrine's. It was perfect! Until, of course, laying curled within each others arms he happend to notice yelling and honking and realized that we were visible from the New York State THRUWAY!!! We laughed so hard we cried. It was truly the beginning of a much better historical period of Perrine's!
A few months alter, the boyfriend and I returned with his 'band of brothers,' . . . the Fab Four! We had brought steaks and beer this time and we were going to grill out at the picnic area just beyond the bridge. We hauled everything over the river, cracked a few brews, started the nonsense we always did and began grilling. Not until the steaks were done and we were all salivating like wild hyenas did anyone realize we forgot to bring utensils. Again, the laughter ensued. And, in true Fab Four Plus One fashion, we improvised. We, like animals, ate with our bare hands! About an hour later, beers drained, we all stumbled into the diner in New Paltz with steak juice covering our hands and dripping from our elbows. Our faces were covered with bits of meat and we truly must have been a sight. We got a lot of stares from lots of folks . . . but, oh, there was laughter . . . and incredible memories.
Moving on a few years, boyfriend's gone, but I am now with the Ulster County Tom Cruise! THE guy that every girl wanted to simply stand next to in high school and, if the Lord was smiling down on you, this young man might even speak to you! Can't even really remember how I came to be out with him, but . . . for those of you who know who I am talking about . . . who cares! And . . . guess where he decided to park his vehicle? Perrine's Covered Bridge! At evening's end, although not much more occurred, my neck looked like he actually tried to chew off my head. It was glorious. I had tangible proof that not only did he talk to me . . . he gave me hickies!!! Of course, I had to tell my mom that I had a fight with my curling iron . . . and it won . . . but I knew better! And it was beautiful!
And so . . . my early days at Perrine's were forgettable . . . and a little disturbing. But, given the opportunity, it redeemed itself and showed me some of the grandest, most fantastic memories I can ever recall. Life is like that!
If you'd like to visit . . . here's a link (but you should really go in person!)
http://www.klyneesopusmuseum.org/perrinesbridge.html
And, just so there is closure, and a little bit MORE redemption . . . that uncle has been taken to court, on a completely unrelated case, and convicted of pedophelia! So, thanks Perrine's for the magic and the memories. Life is good!
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Move Mountains . . . or Break China
I have previously been referred to as the 'bull in the china shop.' I did take ballet for seven years or so, but I'm just much more comfortable with pounding the floor mats, throwing the pigskin, lifting weights and getting sweaty. It's just who I am.
Recently, I have been tasked with what I take to heart as a tremendous responsibility. I've never been one to step into a spotlight role or take the reigns on projects. I will do absolutely every OTHER job for a project, but I just don't want to stand up with the weight of the world (or so it seems) upon my meaty little shoulders. Be that as it may, I am now in the very place I didn't want to be. However . . . in my usual finesse and style (that was tremendously sarcastic) . . . I just put on my helmet, lower my head, and plow on through.
If I don't know the answer, I will ask questions. If I can't find a willing participant, I will roll up my sleeves and do it myself. If I am terribly unsure of the proper steps to take next . . . I become the 'bull in the china shop.' I may do stuff wrong. I will absolutely make mistakes. I may even break a few items. I will more than likely say something that offends somebody somewhere. But, rest assured, I will reach the end goal and it will be profitable and positive.
I never promised that what I do or say would be pretty or perfect, but by my passions and through my persistence, I will accomplish what I set out to do. I am buoyed by knowing I've surrounded myself with confident, helpful, positive folks. I can somewhat relax in knowing that there are those that have gone before me who may have stumbled also. I find solace in special people who may not always be readily available, but am certain they are there for me. And, most importantly, I know that what I'm doing is for the children . . . those who are too small, too weak, too sick, too voiceless to help themselves. I know our collective efforts DO make a difference . . . and THAT is drive enough for me to move mountains . . .
Or break china!
Recently, I have been tasked with what I take to heart as a tremendous responsibility. I've never been one to step into a spotlight role or take the reigns on projects. I will do absolutely every OTHER job for a project, but I just don't want to stand up with the weight of the world (or so it seems) upon my meaty little shoulders. Be that as it may, I am now in the very place I didn't want to be. However . . . in my usual finesse and style (that was tremendously sarcastic) . . . I just put on my helmet, lower my head, and plow on through.
If I don't know the answer, I will ask questions. If I can't find a willing participant, I will roll up my sleeves and do it myself. If I am terribly unsure of the proper steps to take next . . . I become the 'bull in the china shop.' I may do stuff wrong. I will absolutely make mistakes. I may even break a few items. I will more than likely say something that offends somebody somewhere. But, rest assured, I will reach the end goal and it will be profitable and positive.
I never promised that what I do or say would be pretty or perfect, but by my passions and through my persistence, I will accomplish what I set out to do. I am buoyed by knowing I've surrounded myself with confident, helpful, positive folks. I can somewhat relax in knowing that there are those that have gone before me who may have stumbled also. I find solace in special people who may not always be readily available, but am certain they are there for me. And, most importantly, I know that what I'm doing is for the children . . . those who are too small, too weak, too sick, too voiceless to help themselves. I know our collective efforts DO make a difference . . . and THAT is drive enough for me to move mountains . . .
Or break china!
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Ride the Wave . . .
Yesterday, amidst about a gazillion errands and things to get done, I spoke with an incredibly dear and sweet friend. She was in a tizzy about mixed emotions. We were conspiring on a project together and she sent me some parts and when I emailed her back, she noticed my blog link on my email. She emailed me back immediately and told me that what she read there was precisely what she needed to hear. She said she was thrilled to have found my writings and would be following me from now on.
Besides being a tad bit humbled, I was eagerly overjoyed to assist. THAT, in a nutshell, is precisely WHY I write. If only to touch one heart a day . . . my job is done! Emotions are a tricky task to tackle. I, myself, am the proverbial emotional train wreck! On any given day, I am laughing so hard my cheeks hurt to crying at the stupid news to anxiety and worry over ill or bothered friends. Keeping your emotions in check in next to impossible, but . . . "Life without emotion is like an engine without fuel." (Mary Astor). Let me tell ya . . . I could be the new clean energy source for the entire US.
Writing is an outlet for me. It is soothing, peaceful, and an opportunity to spread a good word. I try my very hardest not to write negative things here, no matter the state of my days. I am certain that no matter the disarray of my situation; there is some tiny bit of fabulousness just waiting to pop its little head up and bare itself. So . . . to my loving friend from yesterday . . . know that to feel emotion is a wonderful and powerful thing. To try to harness it is futile and fruitless. Ride the wave . . . see where it takes you. If nothing else, you've exhausted your worries, your tears, and your anxieties. And who knows, you may land in a much better place!
Ride the wave . . .
Besides being a tad bit humbled, I was eagerly overjoyed to assist. THAT, in a nutshell, is precisely WHY I write. If only to touch one heart a day . . . my job is done! Emotions are a tricky task to tackle. I, myself, am the proverbial emotional train wreck! On any given day, I am laughing so hard my cheeks hurt to crying at the stupid news to anxiety and worry over ill or bothered friends. Keeping your emotions in check in next to impossible, but . . . "Life without emotion is like an engine without fuel." (Mary Astor). Let me tell ya . . . I could be the new clean energy source for the entire US.
Writing is an outlet for me. It is soothing, peaceful, and an opportunity to spread a good word. I try my very hardest not to write negative things here, no matter the state of my days. I am certain that no matter the disarray of my situation; there is some tiny bit of fabulousness just waiting to pop its little head up and bare itself. So . . . to my loving friend from yesterday . . . know that to feel emotion is a wonderful and powerful thing. To try to harness it is futile and fruitless. Ride the wave . . . see where it takes you. If nothing else, you've exhausted your worries, your tears, and your anxieties. And who knows, you may land in a much better place!
Ride the wave . . .
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Allowance
I have been trying to make the best of grief
and am just beginning to learn to allow it to make the best of me.
~ Barbara Lazear Ascher
I must be feeling like I need profound guidance as of late. I keep running into quotes that just are screaming to me that I ought to be sharing them and listening to them.
I recently got two emails, both from folks who I deem to be eternally positive. Neither of these emails was remotely happy. It made my heart sad. To think that these overtly optimistic folks had caved in the face of trials and tribulations, made me want to don my little suit of perk-em-up armor and head off to battle. And then . . . I found this quote staring me directly in the kisser!
I do not know the depth of your obstacles today. I do not know your pains or your problems. I am unaware of your hurts, your hardships, or your hassles . . . but I am your friend. And, as your friend, I beg of you to read the above quote again. Its message is extremely powerful! There is a reason you are exactly where you are today. There is a purpose to your pains and your problems. The obstacles you are facing are in your way for a lesson.
Let your trials mold you into something stronger; something better; something more prepared for your future. You, in my eyes, can do anything. You are amazing and powerful. You are dedicated and determined and you will overcome whatever stands in your way and be better for this. Be forged in the fate of misfortune and become an even bigger and better beacon to those around you!
Much love to you!
and am just beginning to learn to allow it to make the best of me.
~ Barbara Lazear Ascher
I must be feeling like I need profound guidance as of late. I keep running into quotes that just are screaming to me that I ought to be sharing them and listening to them.
I recently got two emails, both from folks who I deem to be eternally positive. Neither of these emails was remotely happy. It made my heart sad. To think that these overtly optimistic folks had caved in the face of trials and tribulations, made me want to don my little suit of perk-em-up armor and head off to battle. And then . . . I found this quote staring me directly in the kisser!
I do not know the depth of your obstacles today. I do not know your pains or your problems. I am unaware of your hurts, your hardships, or your hassles . . . but I am your friend. And, as your friend, I beg of you to read the above quote again. Its message is extremely powerful! There is a reason you are exactly where you are today. There is a purpose to your pains and your problems. The obstacles you are facing are in your way for a lesson.
Let your trials mold you into something stronger; something better; something more prepared for your future. You, in my eyes, can do anything. You are amazing and powerful. You are dedicated and determined and you will overcome whatever stands in your way and be better for this. Be forged in the fate of misfortune and become an even bigger and better beacon to those around you!
Much love to you!
Monday, October 3, 2011
Come the distance . . .
Ah . . . time for a Ch-Angel!
This Ch-Angel came into this world in a crazy way and has just taken his little corner by storm. My son, Miles, was due in February. Hubby had taken time off to help with Deanna around that time but after a visit to the doc, we were told it would be a good two weeks before we'd be dealing with any newborns. So, hubby picked up a shift at the store he worked at, an hour away from home. I, along with Deanna, went about my day. Shortly after lunch, there was cramping and within a few hours, I was seriously concered. My neighbor from across the street requested I call with any needs. I grabbed the phone and dialed while looking out the window. I breathed. As it rang, I watched her load her family in her car and head out of the driveway. Hmmmmm. I breathed. I tried my other helpful neighbor, who replied, "We're in the middle of dinner. Can ya call back?" So . . . I waited. I contemplated 911. I breathed. I called them back about 15 minutes later and Kitty answered. "Hey, Kitty. I hope you're done with dinner, I think I might need a ride to the hospital." She freaked out. She started yelling at me, "Why didn't you say so?" Then began barking orders at her family and within moments they converged on my home. Glenn shut the garage door on his truck so it would close as we pulled out. Their two kids sat wide-eyed in the back of the van as I climbed in with Deanna onto the entire back bucket seat covered with blankets and towels. We took the suicide lane all the way to the hospital and Kitty stayed with me throughout. Such excitement.
The chord was around his neck, his heart rate slowed with every contraction, and when he was finally born they whisked him away to ensure his health. I never got to see him. About an hour later, hubby showed up screaming about his wife in labor at the ladies at registration. He came in quickly, kissed me every so gently, and left to go see his son. It was a very long time before I got to hold my Miles. It was very much worth it! Vic brought Deanna the next day and one of my favorite memories is this tiny 20-month old girld holding her infant brother. Priceless!!!
Ten months later, we were back at that hospital. I was laying with Miles in an infant-sized bed with a mister going constantly because he had a horrible case of Croup - in the top 3% the doc said. My Miles always strives to be the best! Ugh! That lasted for a nearly a week, but we were blessed to be able to come home for Christmas.
Eight years later, we were back in a hospital, this time All Children's, being diagnosed with a rare life-threatening auto-immune disease. Rough patch, to say the least! Six years later, Miles was officially discharged as a patient with his disease being in remission with very little chance of coming back.
Throughout all those many years, there were tears (of course), but this Ch-Angel of mine shone bright the whole time. His smile and feisty personality won the hearts of many folks. His positive attitude and persistence magnified the masses. My "Miles-A-Minute," who only faultered for a brief while, is a brilliant, beaming human being with generosity, kindness, intelligence, and charisma beyond most anyone I know. He inspires me. He makes me laugh. He continues to make me cry, but they are mostly happy tears, and that's just a mom thing. He gives back eagerly and in abundance. He is focused, determined, and philanthropic beyond his years. I am proud of his tenacity and tenderness; his prowess and patience; his leadership and loyalty to the things he truly believes in. I cannot wait to see all the wonderful things that he will accomplish in his life.
Miles. Having come the distance, he's definitely a Ch-Angel worth knowing!
This Ch-Angel came into this world in a crazy way and has just taken his little corner by storm. My son, Miles, was due in February. Hubby had taken time off to help with Deanna around that time but after a visit to the doc, we were told it would be a good two weeks before we'd be dealing with any newborns. So, hubby picked up a shift at the store he worked at, an hour away from home. I, along with Deanna, went about my day. Shortly after lunch, there was cramping and within a few hours, I was seriously concered. My neighbor from across the street requested I call with any needs. I grabbed the phone and dialed while looking out the window. I breathed. As it rang, I watched her load her family in her car and head out of the driveway. Hmmmmm. I breathed. I tried my other helpful neighbor, who replied, "We're in the middle of dinner. Can ya call back?" So . . . I waited. I contemplated 911. I breathed. I called them back about 15 minutes later and Kitty answered. "Hey, Kitty. I hope you're done with dinner, I think I might need a ride to the hospital." She freaked out. She started yelling at me, "Why didn't you say so?" Then began barking orders at her family and within moments they converged on my home. Glenn shut the garage door on his truck so it would close as we pulled out. Their two kids sat wide-eyed in the back of the van as I climbed in with Deanna onto the entire back bucket seat covered with blankets and towels. We took the suicide lane all the way to the hospital and Kitty stayed with me throughout. Such excitement.
The chord was around his neck, his heart rate slowed with every contraction, and when he was finally born they whisked him away to ensure his health. I never got to see him. About an hour later, hubby showed up screaming about his wife in labor at the ladies at registration. He came in quickly, kissed me every so gently, and left to go see his son. It was a very long time before I got to hold my Miles. It was very much worth it! Vic brought Deanna the next day and one of my favorite memories is this tiny 20-month old girld holding her infant brother. Priceless!!!
Ten months later, we were back at that hospital. I was laying with Miles in an infant-sized bed with a mister going constantly because he had a horrible case of Croup - in the top 3% the doc said. My Miles always strives to be the best! Ugh! That lasted for a nearly a week, but we were blessed to be able to come home for Christmas.
Eight years later, we were back in a hospital, this time All Children's, being diagnosed with a rare life-threatening auto-immune disease. Rough patch, to say the least! Six years later, Miles was officially discharged as a patient with his disease being in remission with very little chance of coming back.
Throughout all those many years, there were tears (of course), but this Ch-Angel of mine shone bright the whole time. His smile and feisty personality won the hearts of many folks. His positive attitude and persistence magnified the masses. My "Miles-A-Minute," who only faultered for a brief while, is a brilliant, beaming human being with generosity, kindness, intelligence, and charisma beyond most anyone I know. He inspires me. He makes me laugh. He continues to make me cry, but they are mostly happy tears, and that's just a mom thing. He gives back eagerly and in abundance. He is focused, determined, and philanthropic beyond his years. I am proud of his tenacity and tenderness; his prowess and patience; his leadership and loyalty to the things he truly believes in. I cannot wait to see all the wonderful things that he will accomplish in his life.
Miles. Having come the distance, he's definitely a Ch-Angel worth knowing!
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Solid!
Nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent. ~ Eleanor Roosevelt
I adore this concept. There will forever be people who disagree with you, speak out against you, fear or are jealous of you, and those people will inevitably do some pretty mean things to make that point. Others may question you and your intent because of falsehoods and gossip. When you walk the walk, and talk the talk, maintain a constant honesty and goodness . . . none of that will matter. You cannot force folks to believe certain things. You can only lead by example and be the best you there is. Inferiority is not an option, unless you give it roots.
Whether you think you can or think you can't - you are right. ~ Henry Ford
This is Norman Vincent Peale speak! Garbage in . . . garbage out! What bad you believe to be true; will almost always become true because, like inferiority, you've given it a nest and a place to take root. When you give yourself goals, obligations, passion, and a purpose . . . you will follow them. You will surprise yourself by rising to meet those challenges, fulfill those obligations, fan that passion; and succeed. Believe that you can!
God wisely designed the human body so that we can neither pat our own backs nor kick ourselves too easily. ~ Author Unknown
Love this! And I live by it! If your good deeds are preceded by how you'll profit from them . . . they cease to be good deeds. To self-defecate is to break the first rule here. Giving freely of yourself and your time comes more easily than one might imagine; and the blessings that come from that giving are ten-fold that of the efforts put forth! Do not hinder yourself with hurting yourself. It's unproductive!
And so . . . in closing . . . put it all together and . . .
If one advances confidently in the direction of one's dreams, and endeavors to live the life which one has imagined, one will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. ~ Henry David Thoreau
I adore this concept. There will forever be people who disagree with you, speak out against you, fear or are jealous of you, and those people will inevitably do some pretty mean things to make that point. Others may question you and your intent because of falsehoods and gossip. When you walk the walk, and talk the talk, maintain a constant honesty and goodness . . . none of that will matter. You cannot force folks to believe certain things. You can only lead by example and be the best you there is. Inferiority is not an option, unless you give it roots.
Whether you think you can or think you can't - you are right. ~ Henry Ford
This is Norman Vincent Peale speak! Garbage in . . . garbage out! What bad you believe to be true; will almost always become true because, like inferiority, you've given it a nest and a place to take root. When you give yourself goals, obligations, passion, and a purpose . . . you will follow them. You will surprise yourself by rising to meet those challenges, fulfill those obligations, fan that passion; and succeed. Believe that you can!
God wisely designed the human body so that we can neither pat our own backs nor kick ourselves too easily. ~ Author Unknown
Love this! And I live by it! If your good deeds are preceded by how you'll profit from them . . . they cease to be good deeds. To self-defecate is to break the first rule here. Giving freely of yourself and your time comes more easily than one might imagine; and the blessings that come from that giving are ten-fold that of the efforts put forth! Do not hinder yourself with hurting yourself. It's unproductive!
And so . . . in closing . . . put it all together and . . .
If one advances confidently in the direction of one's dreams, and endeavors to live the life which one has imagined, one will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. ~ Henry David Thoreau
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