Something to satiate:
I am beautiful as I am. I am the shape that was gifted.
My breasts are no longer perky and upright like when I was a teenager.
My hips are wider than that of a fashion model's.
For this I am glad, for these are the signs of a life lived.
~ Cindy Olsen, co-owner of The Body Objective
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Monday, March 5, 2012
just for me
In my life, so often, there are stretches of time that pass in a blur. I spend each moment focused only on "getting it done" in order to move on to the next task before me. It leaves me unfulfilled and, quite frankly, miserable. I dread what is, in all reality, the things that make up my life. And it is no way to live.
Today, the past several days, really, have been "one of those days". I've felt unsettled and downright depressed. A colorless grey seems to fill me up inside. It has been something more than a simple case of the winter blues, I've felt myself trudging--merely surviving each day with some small hope that it would pass.
Today, however, something nudged me to watch some Mormon Messages on youtube instead of grading as I ate my lunch. Oh, how glad I am to have come across this:
Life is worth enjoying. Life is good. Life is made of moments. It is so important for me to remember that. I felt like, today, this message was just for me. I hope you watch it and feel that way too.
Today, the past several days, really, have been "one of those days". I've felt unsettled and downright depressed. A colorless grey seems to fill me up inside. It has been something more than a simple case of the winter blues, I've felt myself trudging--merely surviving each day with some small hope that it would pass.
Today, however, something nudged me to watch some Mormon Messages on youtube instead of grading as I ate my lunch. Oh, how glad I am to have come across this:
Life is worth enjoying. Life is good. Life is made of moments. It is so important for me to remember that. I felt like, today, this message was just for me. I hope you watch it and feel that way too.
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