Let’s get real for a moment guys, let’s bring it down a notch…There are some sucky things out there that have the potential to ruin your day. Maybe you spill mustard all over your favorite white blouse (and know it’s going to stain). Maybe you get a bad grade on that big assignment you were worried about. Maybe people in your group project or at work are lazy bums who never do anything but take all the credit. OR MAYBE you go out of your way to do something nice for someone else (i.e. wait extra long to hold the door open) and they don’t even say thank you! (Talk about my pet peeve!!). Let me tell ya’, I have had some frustrating moments these past two days. BUT that’s all they should’ve been—just moments. Far too often I let one little annoying thing ruin my whole day and you know what? I’m done with it! It’s just plain wasteful. Continue reading “24 Hours in a Day and Only One to Be Upset”
For a lot of teenagers, there’s nothing they want more than a shiny new car for their 16th birthday. Or at least, a shiny new piece of plastic that allows them to legally drive. Me on the other hand? I wanted absolutely nothing to do with driving—I loved the company of my parents as chauffeurs, and I never felt embarrassed by their presence. Most of all, I feared the power and responsibility of maneuvering a very expensive toy on the roads (especially with all the inattentive drivers who spend more time looking at their phones than their rearview mirrors). One of the first times I drove with my mom on a permit to obtain the required hours, my left leg twitched uncontrollably—and a lot. It felt numb by the time I made it to my destination! That’s how scared I felt.
There my dad stood patiently, at the top of the lush, grassy knoll of our backyard in Washington state, holding it—the beast I feared so greatly: a pink, sparkly bicycle with flowers on the wheels and tassels flowing off the handlebars. Training wheels were nowhere to be seen… Fast forward ten minutes (a lot of angst and fear later) and I felt the exhilarating, flying feeling of riding a bike for the first time. The grin on my face stretched from ear to ear.
I’d like to think that confidence isn’t that different from riding a bike, that it can be learned. There might be fear leading up to it and perhaps even an unwillingness to try, but ultimately you can train yourself to love who you are through practice and patience. Imagine how much wider your grin would be if you could experience that for the first time. Yes, I’d like to think that confidence can be learned, but I haven’t proved it for myself. Yet. Continue reading “Hating Yourself Isn’t Fashionable”