"I'm smart. I know I can succeed. I just need a chance. A chance to climb out of this place I've born in. Everyone I know are angry and tired. They're trying to survive. But I know that there is a world out there that is better, that's better developed. And I want to live in it."
-Liz Murray (homeless to harvard)
Books Worth Reading
There is nothing more true than this statement! I know that if I never took the chance I did over a year ago, I would not be where I am today. I am so proud of that major step I took to better myself. Sure I doubted the whole challenge, but I felt like I had no other choice. My health was on a steady decline and I didn't even have enough energy to be there with my family. I was always tired and made excuse after excuse of why I had no time to
Love and the Like
Even though I was never there for The Beatles I am the biggest fan there ever is and ever will be. I know everyone says this but I don't know if I'm even a fan. I wish I could have known them and become as talented as they are. I know everyone says they're old, and there is nothing wrong with new music, except I am waiting for someone was amazing as The Beatles to start a new revolution.
Everyone I know is getting married or pregnant and I'm over here like, 'Yep...just trying to become a doctor.'
And today I realized that I am the biggest hypocrite of them all. I tell everyone to keep holding on, that there is light at the end. That everything gets better as long as you continue to wait. I always tell people to have hope. That they need to keep trying because it is too early to give up, that they have so much to live for. Then there is me, and I am barely holding on.
All I know is it has been following me for days. I don't know what /it/ is, or why it's following me, but I hate it. I don't even know how got here. I sprint into the camp, which I've been headed to for days on a whim-- a hope that maybe it could be a safe haven. I've heard stories: this crippled kid named Basil who I was convinced was obsessed with me had been telling me constantly to go there for the summer. That was before they took my mom, before I was alone. I don't remember any of the past two or three years, but I know that I have to get here. Out of reflex that I don't understand, I push toward the creature with my hand, and the ground moves to push it backwards. As I pass the gates, the monster tries to follow me, but it slams into some unseen force. Filled with exaustion and sheer relief, I collapse to the ground, trying to catch my breath. I feel a tap on my shoulder, and jump, grasping my knife. "Who...who are you?" I question. I'm terrified of all these faces surrounding me, but again, out of a reflex I can't explain, my voice is calm and my hand is steady. "What was that??"
I have cried every single day for so long, telling myself I have the strength. Most days, I've barely made it through. I've faked smiles, put on the pretend "it's all good" just to make others feel comfortable. Today, I feel better, but I know it's always there - lurking like the predator that it is; waiting for my next vulnerable moment to pounce and devour me...another attempt to take me out of the game for good.
Okay, so... I know I've done the whole... broiled grapefruit thing, which is pretty amazing. But, as I've found out, there are actually a lot of people out there that cannot enjoy grapefruit for one reason or another. Yes, even a few in my own family! Now, I looove peach season. I think that I may have mentioned that once or twice before. So naturally, I've been waiting rather eagerly for the prices of peaches to go down and huzzah! It finally happened this last weekend! I rather enthusiastically plucked a few gorgeous ones up and immediately began planning. Though... I pretty much knew exactly what I wanted to try. Honey roasted peaches!...
I have always intuitively realized this. It definitely makes life easier when you view others in this light. Ponder what hurt them, what tragedy occurred that brings about such anger? It turns from being angry back to empathizing. Even hoping to make someone feel better by trying to see things from their injured perspective. Sometimes the angriest person you've met is the softest and most vulnerable soul you'll ever encounter. I know because I married an angry man and he really is a softie.
this is a really FANTASTIC book for writers out there that know how to write well but want to continue to improve. i have this book (it was
Gymnastics....I don't know what it is about a beach.. but everyone wants to do gymnastics there!
“What I do know is that if we are born again, I will meet you in another life, if there is a river, you will wait on the shores for me to come to you, so we can cross together.”
Another "why didn't I think of that" moment. I've been trying to figure out a way to display birthdays, without taking up a lot of space. Duh!
You know those dishes that everyone says taste even better if you make them ahead of time? This is a perfect example. The flavors continue to deepen as the braise sits, and it’s that much easier to skim the surface when the sauce has a chance to chill.
things to live by
Homeless man, Athens, Greece/ Homeless people make my heart hurt. I know it is a fact of life that happens but it hurts.
How I feel today. Treading water right now. Every morning is a struggle, every day I try to convince myself it's going to be better. Here I am, stressed out, mentally done with this. My stomach hurts so much. I'm going to fins out what it is. Because I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired. It's so hard when you're not doing anything wrong and your body is just getting bigger..... I don't know. I'm just sad today. #Padgram
I've developed quite the makeup book collection recently. This is one that I look to frequently for ideas/inspiration. $22.26
I have star cookie cutters that I've been trying to figure out what to do with for years...
While I'm not making any specific promises, you should know that there is a chance that these Giant Flourless...
hmm i have one of these that i've been trying to figure out where to put since redoing my studio...
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And SSMBB was about a guy who joined the foreign legion and who - in the part we haven’t seen - returned looking a LOT worse for wear. Maybe homeless, definitely psychologically damaged. My theory is that they left this out from the short film, in order to make it into a feature film, i.e. Samarkand. :) I hope so, I really want to know what happened.
My baby's are such a blessing no matter how hard life is it truly is a blessing to me to have them and I want them to know I'm not perfect but the love that I have for them will never change and I'm trying to be a better person for them.
Better Than Sex Cake....it's probably a million calories...but I really want to know if it is as good as everyone says it is.
Better Than Sex Cake....it's probably a million calories...but I really want to know if it is as good as everyone says it is. Cake Recipes #dessert