Tuesday, August 31, 2004
mad mad mad
This is awesome
This was taken August 18th, 2004 after Charlie. I do not know for sure as I did not take it. One thing I do know if it is an awesome picture even if it is a computer generated image.
Been thinking this morning.
“Every small, positive change we can make in ourselves repays us with confidence n the future.” ~Alice Walker, American writer
We resist change. There is a comman saying," accept me as I am not as you want me to be." We expect others to change for us.
Change is a hard thing to do. It matters not if it is a big or a small change. What matters is that the change comes from within. Just changing how others see you is not a change if inside you are saying just you wait until I am alone.... A true change comes only if it is what you want.
I have things I want to change. Some are small and will be seemingly insignificant, others will have a major impact on my life. No matter what the change, it will be positive. The changes cover all aspects of my life, from my actions to my reactions. Some of the actions are a result of reactions and those will be hard.
My family will feel the effects of my changes as it will effect them too. All of my changes will in some way change others around me. In changing the way I am doing things or reacting to stuff then maybe it will help them to change the things that they need to change.
I know I will hear comments that you don't have to change anything but I do. I know that how I react to certain situations causes me pain and I do not like feeling the way I do when it happens. I am a stubborn person and I will put my back up against a wall and fight you until I have reached the point of no return.
Some of the changes are as simple as in how I clean house. I do whatever I can to get out of it. Unfortunately, I am not organized so therefore the house becomes a wreck. I can clean, I used to make a living at it, but I hate it. Life would be easier around here both physically and mentally if I did clean better. I rebel probally because I had a MIL that would white glove my house. My then husband grew up with that and he expected it from me too. Everything had to be ironed if it need it or not, from shirts, sheets and yes, even underwear. Strangly enough when we were living together it was not that way. The same day we marriedmy life became hell in more ways than just that.