All posts filed under: happiness

I Woke Up 25

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Originally posted on Nothing Was Said:
Yesterday morning I woke up 25. Amid the shit-storm that has rained down on me in the past week, I am not surprised that upon waking I managed to get half way through the day without realizing that it was my birthday. The realization finally hit as I wrote the date next to my signature on hospital admission papers for my younger sister. It’s been that sort of week. I am not going to delve into the laundry-list of things that have gone awry in the past few days, because today, the day after I woke up 25, I am in a stellar mood. Today I finally get the keys to my new apartment. Today I get to move in. Today my sister gets out of the hospital. Today I meet with some of my new colleagues in preparation for school next month. Today I’m 25 and 1 day. I always hated it when I was a kid and on your birthday it was funny to ask someone if…

The Struggles Of Being Over-Eager

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Originally posted on Rosie Culture:
The trouble with people who are over-eager is that we are often over-everything. We are over-thinkers, we are over-dramatic, we over-romanticize, we are overwhelmed. So getting too excited about things just comes with the territory. Because one small possibility opens up so many doors for us. We non stop think about how this could work out in the future or how it could go wrong. The thoughts basically consume us. Over-eagerness in relationships is especially troublesome. In general, I think a lot of people are eager to fall in love. But while those people?are very understanding to why things don’t work out or are calm, cool, and collected on dates – we are freaking out. And it’s not because we fell head over heels in love on the first date – but because we can see all the possibilities. Because we are constantly thinking about the future and, when we meet someone, how they can become part of our future. So we get a little over-eager. We want to send…

Real People

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Originally posted on Pos+ Casts:
I love seeing the “real” in people. I do not care about the face that they put on for the outside world. I do not care who they know, where they have been, or where they are from. I want to know how those things shaped them into who they are now. What do/did they get out of meeting those people or experiencing those thing. Everyone has a level of depth. I like to see how deep they can go. What is the truest version of this person? What is real? What are they putting on for show? What makes them tick? Do they have passions? What are their fears? I want to learn about them. I want to know. I want to see the madness, and the insanity inside of them. I want to see our similarities and differences. I want to hear their opinions and thoughts. To see what they love and how they would react. Everything that they are afraid to let out, I want to know. I want…

Mindfulness: dig deeper, there’s more to just ‘I don’t care!’

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Originally posted on F R E E D O M:
When you imagine someone say, “I don’t care!”, what’s the first image that pops into your head? A spoiled child? A unreasonable teen? A heartbroken young adult? Or a middle aged paper pusher experiencing mid-life crisis? Whatever scenario came to mind, now think about this. What would the person in the situation do? The likely answer, in the case of a child and the teen, throw a tantrum, be reprimanded for said tantrum – the heartbroken young adult, tell him or herself to get it together, then move on – and in the case of the middle aged paper pusher, convince him or herself this is just how life is and keep it together for the sake of the ‘bigger picture’. However, if you look at all of these scenarios, what is it that they’re all missing? We could of course, throw the catch all phrase – ‘these people need self reflection’ – sure, but what does that mean? What if these people simply went…

Do What You Love, Even When It Sucks

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Originally posted on Ellie Hartleb:
Acclaimed sportswriter Red Smith said, “Writing is easy; you just open a vein and bleed.” As it turns out, Red was right — writing is a lonely, sometimes soul-sucking battle. Throughout my writing history, the main players have been myself, a pen, a legal pad and a laptop. After years of trying to master the craft, I have learned only a few things: Mastery is impossible, My best writing is first produced by hand in the middle of the night, and I love this, even when I hate it. On the eve of my fourth semester of college, I have realized that growing up to do what I love is more difficult (and more expensive) than I ever imagined. College has taken a lot of mental, physical and financial strain lately. It has both affirmed that my lifelong love of writing will one day be my full time job, and has made me question, more than ever, whether I really belong in this atmosphere. As it turns out, loving what I…