Have you ever thought that the way you describe yourself is a setting that you will portray to everyone else? I mean, every day we say something that is always beginning with "I am..." Are we more than we thought we were? Do our statements of "I am..." projecting what we want them to or are they projecting more? How do you describe yourself? Is your describing yourself truly how you see yourself?
Can you discipline yourself into calling who you truly want to be by stating your "I am..." statements? Create an environment that supports the best in you and in those who are around you. Recognize the beauty, power, and divinity in other and affirm those things into your "I am..." statements.
I am strong.
I am weak.
I am emotional.
I am sentimental.
I am hopeful.
I am savory.
I am thoughtful.
I am a mother.
I am a sister.
I am a daughter.
I am young at heart.
I am touched.
I am honored.
I am understanding.
I am unique.
I am joyous.
I am loving.
I am determined.
I am special.
I am loved.
I am blessed.
I am gentle.
I am faithful.
I am decisive.
I am a believer.
I am acceptable.
I am comfortable.
I am happy.
I am healthy.
I am peaceful.
I am free.
I am helpful.
I am lovable.
I am a teacher.
I am a helper.
I am a friend.
I am a doer.
I am a example.
I am compassionate.
I am responsible.
I am a learner.
I am thankful.
I am wholesome.
I am self-controlled.
I am love.
I am a giver.
I am me....
My list could go on and on. Describing myself is something that I do every day - when I meet someone new, when I think to myself, when I talk to someone over the phone. How do you describe yourself?
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Anger
"Anger's heat makes wise decision making impossible." Pamela McQuade
Anger. What does anger mean to you? How do you express your anger? How do you control your anger?
Anger is a emotion that I do not fully have under control. One minute I will be happy and ready to take the world on and then the next minute I am fully of furry, hate, and anger. It's like it just comes over me without any triggers and I'm not sure why. But I do know that I need to obtain better control over it before it drives me to do something I will regret. The anger I have inside of me is something that has built up from childhood. It's something that has always been there and now it's to the point that I have to release it somehow. I just don't know how to do that.
I believe that the anger inside of me has control of me to a certain extent. It comes out when it wants to even when I try to hide it. Not only do I notice it, but so does friends and family. And it's time to get help in finding ways to release the energy of it. But how do I release it? I've tried several things that used to help me keep it more controlled as a child, like coloring a page completely black and releasing that negative anger into the markings of that crayon as it was coloring that page. I've tried screaming into a pillow for hours on end. I've tried hitting a punching bag while putting all of my anger into it. But the anger is still in me. I don't know what else to do. As an adult, I've gone to counseling. I've tried talking it out to a complete stranger and to someone I've known for a while. I've tried working on my hobbies in hopes that will help, but it just hasn't done what I was hoping for.
I feel lost and in a crossroad in trying to find the way out. I want to be free of the anger that if built up inside of me. I want to use that energy to do more with my life. I want to feel myself from being hooked by an emotion that shouldn't be this strong over me... I need help.
Anger. What does anger mean to you? How do you express your anger? How do you control your anger?
Anger is a emotion that I do not fully have under control. One minute I will be happy and ready to take the world on and then the next minute I am fully of furry, hate, and anger. It's like it just comes over me without any triggers and I'm not sure why. But I do know that I need to obtain better control over it before it drives me to do something I will regret. The anger I have inside of me is something that has built up from childhood. It's something that has always been there and now it's to the point that I have to release it somehow. I just don't know how to do that.
I believe that the anger inside of me has control of me to a certain extent. It comes out when it wants to even when I try to hide it. Not only do I notice it, but so does friends and family. And it's time to get help in finding ways to release the energy of it. But how do I release it? I've tried several things that used to help me keep it more controlled as a child, like coloring a page completely black and releasing that negative anger into the markings of that crayon as it was coloring that page. I've tried screaming into a pillow for hours on end. I've tried hitting a punching bag while putting all of my anger into it. But the anger is still in me. I don't know what else to do. As an adult, I've gone to counseling. I've tried talking it out to a complete stranger and to someone I've known for a while. I've tried working on my hobbies in hopes that will help, but it just hasn't done what I was hoping for.
I feel lost and in a crossroad in trying to find the way out. I want to be free of the anger that if built up inside of me. I want to use that energy to do more with my life. I want to feel myself from being hooked by an emotion that shouldn't be this strong over me... I need help.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Enjoyment of Writing a First Post
This is my first time in actually doing a blog the way I want to. I have done a blog once for a class that I was taking, and I thought that it was pretty neat. We even used this same site for the class blog exercise. So, please just bare with me as I get re-adjusted to doing this.
This past Monday was my daughter's first day of school. She was so excited about going. I got her up and gave her her shower and then got her dressed. Then I fixed her hair the way she wanted it. She wanted five monsters (that's what she calls ponytails...). So I parted her hair into four sections and put each section into a ponytail. Then I took all four sections and put them together to create the fifth one... After I was done doing that, she wanted me to paint her finger nails. So that's what I did. She chose the color purple and that's what she got. So, between her new outfit and new shoes, her hair done up, and her nails painted, she felt like a princess. And that she most defiantly was.
On her first day of school, I was pretty antsy. I was busy keeping myself busy so that I wouldn't break down and cry knowing that she was on her way to being that independent girl that she so wants to be. She's growing up on me and I'm not sure I'm ready for that...
Today is day three that she's been in school. As the time goes by, I feel more and more lonely that I did before. I'm so used to her being her and making so much noise and now it's so quiet and I don't know what to do with it... But I'll adjust. It's always going to be hard the first week or so while you're adjusting to someone that is new or that hasn't gone on for a while. But she's adjusting great. She wakes up each morning and is ready to get ready for school. Ready to ride that big yellow school bus. Ready to meet up with the other kids in her class to learn. Ready to face the school day..... And each morning she does that, I can't help but to smile. She sure is making her mama proud!!!
This past Monday was my daughter's first day of school. She was so excited about going. I got her up and gave her her shower and then got her dressed. Then I fixed her hair the way she wanted it. She wanted five monsters (that's what she calls ponytails...). So I parted her hair into four sections and put each section into a ponytail. Then I took all four sections and put them together to create the fifth one... After I was done doing that, she wanted me to paint her finger nails. So that's what I did. She chose the color purple and that's what she got. So, between her new outfit and new shoes, her hair done up, and her nails painted, she felt like a princess. And that she most defiantly was.
On her first day of school, I was pretty antsy. I was busy keeping myself busy so that I wouldn't break down and cry knowing that she was on her way to being that independent girl that she so wants to be. She's growing up on me and I'm not sure I'm ready for that...
Today is day three that she's been in school. As the time goes by, I feel more and more lonely that I did before. I'm so used to her being her and making so much noise and now it's so quiet and I don't know what to do with it... But I'll adjust. It's always going to be hard the first week or so while you're adjusting to someone that is new or that hasn't gone on for a while. But she's adjusting great. She wakes up each morning and is ready to get ready for school. Ready to ride that big yellow school bus. Ready to meet up with the other kids in her class to learn. Ready to face the school day..... And each morning she does that, I can't help but to smile. She sure is making her mama proud!!!
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