It's really interesting how, us as humans, sometimes place certain individuals in our lives on a really high pedestal that tends to reach up beyond the clouds. We do this without realizing it simply because we are so blinded by other aspects or feelings that we may have of that person that it keeps us from seeing the true individual. This isn't always a bad thing but it can be detrimental to the relationship that you have with the person if they were to fall off that pedistool. As your relationship with this person deepens, the pedestal that they sit on tends to lower to the ground. You start seeing the realities of the person instead of this "perfect" deception you hold. The human mind does crazy things like that to blind you. I think that we were created that way on purpose for multiple reasons. In this life we are supposed to get married, raise a family, and live life doing our best. We need to be blinded in order to become attracted to that person. This world is wicked and people have flaws; if we do not learn to overlook those why would anyone want to get married? I know I probably wouldn't be as interested in marriage and dating if I was not blinded by characteristics that I find unpleasing.
I DO believe that some are blinded a little too much and will get involved in a situation that turns out to be terrible. Then again, that could be stemming from other areas; the self consciousness of a person who does not think they will get anything more than what attention they are getting from the bad situation they find themselves in.
It's too bad that we hold some really high and then watch them fall hard to the ground. Those are the detrimental relationships that can only leave a bad taste in your mouth for the person. The person I have been holding on a pedestal is slowly coming down. They are not falling hard, but rather slowly. It's actually refreshing because I am realizing that they are, in fact, human. It is making it a lot easier for me to become closer...
13 May 2008
05 May 2008
Bad Case
So I wrote this blog a couple weeks ago about the start of my day and never posted it. Anyway, Today I went to Arctic Circle to fulfill some of my fatness desires due to a bad day and figured I might as well post it and let people know what us girls go through every once in a while....
The alarm went off from across the room annoyingly as it always does at 6:30 AM. Yes, I am one of those people who has to set 3-5 alarm clocks just to get out of bed. It started out as 1 when I was in middle school, but as the years added on, so have the alarm clocks and number of times I hit snooze every morning. At first, I would hit snooze and slowly wake myself up for those 9 minutes while I waited for it to sound again. It worked for a year... maybe even two. When I reached high school it started to change yet again. Arms flying out from underneath the covers to the night stand searching for the snooze button with eyes closed was the routine for the next year or so. The snooze button would get pushed, now, 2 times before getting out of bed. By the time I was a senior, I had set the alarm clock across the room and would STILL hit snooze 3 times and jump back into bed after each just to catch a little more zzzzzzz's. As of recent, I just have 3 alarm clocks set and dispersed throughout my room. Snooze gets punched about 5 times on each clock. Wow! I just realized that! What is it going to be like when I reach 80? My poor husband! Hopefully he will be the same way (ha!). Anyway, back to my story. This morning the alarm went off and after hitting the button 5 times (actually, I think it may have been 6 today) I slowly dragged myself out of bed. It was light outside and had obviously slept in way too long. I made my way to the shower pushing myself to hurry since it is a Monday and all. I just couldn't get it together.
I worked out really hard during the weekend which left my body exhausted and wanting to use that extra sleep in hopes to repair the damage and rejuvenate my over-worked muscles. I was drained! Racing to the shower in hopes to make it on time for work, I jumped in and began to feel the affects of the late snack I had the night before. Apparently it didn't settle too well in my stomach and caused my motor skills to slow. Of course, I'm running even more late! Upon getting dressed I realize she came! That monthly pest that us girls all know and love. Darn her! But bless her soul at the same time for giving us the ability to have children.
I scrambled around the room trying my best to get my act together, then I spot them! My favorite pair of jeans! Yes, they had been dirty for a while and unable to be worn due to my busy week and unavailability to wash clothes. Yes! I was so excited to slip them on. They smelled so good like the morning of a hot summer breeze. Okay, so maybe it was the laundry detergent, but still they smelled divine! I slip them on noticing a little snuggness as I pull them over my hips. "This is weird" I thought to my myself, "they weren't this snug last time I wore them". The little jig started, you know, the one you use to ease them up. Well, apparently that didn't work this time. During the little frustrated wiggle came the sound of a tear... not just any small tear. It was gianormous! In fact, so big they are beyond subtle fixing. Sad...
Here is what I have to deal with now...
Now I have to patch them!
The alarm went off from across the room annoyingly as it always does at 6:30 AM. Yes, I am one of those people who has to set 3-5 alarm clocks just to get out of bed. It started out as 1 when I was in middle school, but as the years added on, so have the alarm clocks and number of times I hit snooze every morning. At first, I would hit snooze and slowly wake myself up for those 9 minutes while I waited for it to sound again. It worked for a year... maybe even two. When I reached high school it started to change yet again. Arms flying out from underneath the covers to the night stand searching for the snooze button with eyes closed was the routine for the next year or so. The snooze button would get pushed, now, 2 times before getting out of bed. By the time I was a senior, I had set the alarm clock across the room and would STILL hit snooze 3 times and jump back into bed after each just to catch a little more zzzzzzz's. As of recent, I just have 3 alarm clocks set and dispersed throughout my room. Snooze gets punched about 5 times on each clock. Wow! I just realized that! What is it going to be like when I reach 80? My poor husband! Hopefully he will be the same way (ha!). Anyway, back to my story. This morning the alarm went off and after hitting the button 5 times (actually, I think it may have been 6 today) I slowly dragged myself out of bed. It was light outside and had obviously slept in way too long. I made my way to the shower pushing myself to hurry since it is a Monday and all. I just couldn't get it together.
I worked out really hard during the weekend which left my body exhausted and wanting to use that extra sleep in hopes to repair the damage and rejuvenate my over-worked muscles. I was drained! Racing to the shower in hopes to make it on time for work, I jumped in and began to feel the affects of the late snack I had the night before. Apparently it didn't settle too well in my stomach and caused my motor skills to slow. Of course, I'm running even more late! Upon getting dressed I realize she came! That monthly pest that us girls all know and love. Darn her! But bless her soul at the same time for giving us the ability to have children.
I scrambled around the room trying my best to get my act together, then I spot them! My favorite pair of jeans! Yes, they had been dirty for a while and unable to be worn due to my busy week and unavailability to wash clothes. Yes! I was so excited to slip them on. They smelled so good like the morning of a hot summer breeze. Okay, so maybe it was the laundry detergent, but still they smelled divine! I slip them on noticing a little snuggness as I pull them over my hips. "This is weird" I thought to my myself, "they weren't this snug last time I wore them". The little jig started, you know, the one you use to ease them up. Well, apparently that didn't work this time. During the little frustrated wiggle came the sound of a tear... not just any small tear. It was gianormous! In fact, so big they are beyond subtle fixing. Sad...
Here is what I have to deal with now...
Now I have to patch them!
Disappointment strikes again...
It all started last night...
Over the past few years, since I graduated from high school, I have become a pretty goal oriented person. Sure, there are times when I set goals and forget about them simply because I do not remind myself constantly of that priority in life, but for the most part I always have something that I am brewing. Just last week I came to the realization of a few aspects in my life that need some constant stirring that I some how have let sit by themselves. I re-vamped a few of my goals and in addition added a specific one that could possibly change my life for the better in many ways. I have been pretty psyched about this specific goal (which will remain anonymous due to the fact that some could judge me ha!...and it could possibly involve others of whom I am not ready to notify) and have been conjuring up ways to make it happen. Not to mention the fact that I have been mentally preparing for it. With the Summer rapidly approaching, I figured this goal could be really fun and something different to experience in the season.
Well, last night as I was passing out flyers alone for my calling as an FHE coordinator I came across a situation that made me feel as though my goal could be a lot harder to accomplish than I had anticipated. It's hard to write about it and not be specific but I really cannot let this one out of the bag for the time being. My thoughts stirred as I continued around the complex to drop off the flyers to each door individually. I could not turn the mind-set around and the process of my thoughts and feelings kept building.
The human mind is a funny thing. The more you think about something the more it can build and change your emotions. Upon witnessing this little circumstance my mood began to drop and turn me into the direction of disappointment. Once I get to this point it is really hard to get out of unless 1) something occurs to lead me to believe that it whatever the situation is, I will be able to move forward with and continue in the direction I had once planned or 2) I go to bed and wake up with a fresh mind and outlook on the situation. Those are usually the 2 ways I have found can get me out of this disappointed mind-set. As I returned home last night I couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to do nothing more but forget my goal and never return to it again. I went to bed upset and starting to think of giving up...
Then it hit! I woke up this morning with a fresh mind and ready to take on my challenge! The fresh-ness of a new day re-set my mind and gave me motivation yet again... and now I'm back in the game! It always works! A little refresher is all ya need. ...
Over the past few years, since I graduated from high school, I have become a pretty goal oriented person. Sure, there are times when I set goals and forget about them simply because I do not remind myself constantly of that priority in life, but for the most part I always have something that I am brewing. Just last week I came to the realization of a few aspects in my life that need some constant stirring that I some how have let sit by themselves. I re-vamped a few of my goals and in addition added a specific one that could possibly change my life for the better in many ways. I have been pretty psyched about this specific goal (which will remain anonymous due to the fact that some could judge me ha!...and it could possibly involve others of whom I am not ready to notify) and have been conjuring up ways to make it happen. Not to mention the fact that I have been mentally preparing for it. With the Summer rapidly approaching, I figured this goal could be really fun and something different to experience in the season.
Well, last night as I was passing out flyers alone for my calling as an FHE coordinator I came across a situation that made me feel as though my goal could be a lot harder to accomplish than I had anticipated. It's hard to write about it and not be specific but I really cannot let this one out of the bag for the time being. My thoughts stirred as I continued around the complex to drop off the flyers to each door individually. I could not turn the mind-set around and the process of my thoughts and feelings kept building.
The human mind is a funny thing. The more you think about something the more it can build and change your emotions. Upon witnessing this little circumstance my mood began to drop and turn me into the direction of disappointment. Once I get to this point it is really hard to get out of unless 1) something occurs to lead me to believe that it whatever the situation is, I will be able to move forward with and continue in the direction I had once planned or 2) I go to bed and wake up with a fresh mind and outlook on the situation. Those are usually the 2 ways I have found can get me out of this disappointed mind-set. As I returned home last night I couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to do nothing more but forget my goal and never return to it again. I went to bed upset and starting to think of giving up...
Then it hit! I woke up this morning with a fresh mind and ready to take on my challenge! The fresh-ness of a new day re-set my mind and gave me motivation yet again... and now I'm back in the game! It always works! A little refresher is all ya need. ...
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