As I continue to mature in the hustle and bustle of the blossoming twenty first century I have found myself at a stand still which is allowing myself to contemplate the many aspects of life according to a twenty-something year old.
One very important aspect that keeps most twenty-something year olds awake and night or in trance during the die is the age old question: "What am I going to do with my life?" We all have dreams of what we would like to do, some know the reality of what they will be doing, and a handful of us successfully struggle to make our dreams and goals a reality to brag about to our families when we visit for summer barbecues.
They are many books that are written with the secret to success but can a person truly become successful by flipping through a few pages? Better yet, is there a Cliff Notes for the secrets of success? The main question we all wish we had the answer to is how does one become successful?
I personally believe in making myself successful as I keep on going through the whoa of being a college student that is soon to graduate. Even the smallest successes, like becoming a healthier person by having a great BMI and still lucky enough to enough a burger with everything on it with fries, or just studying my butt off for a measly B.
I've come to accept the small successes that have come my way and keep my head up so that other successes, whether they may be small or grand, grant me the opportunity to call them my successes.
Maybe the secret to success is accepting and keeping yourself open for any success that come you way..
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Saturday, June 8, 2013
For the life of me let's not compare
For the life of me I cannot understand the relationship of other couples, but then again some times I do not even understand my own. Then again, who would understand mine? I live in Southern California, go to school in San Jose, my boyfriend lives in the Central Valley just under two hours away from my school, and I travel back and forth to spend time with him, just as he does the same to see me when possible.
I know I shouldn't compare my relationship to that of others but I'm pretty sure that I am not the only significant other who has thought what my relationship would be like if my significant other did this or that. How wrong can it be to compare what is special between to people to what may be special to others? Well, I found out after some heated words that were exchanged between myself and my significant other that there is a red flag when it comes to comparing relationships.
You should not compare something that is so intimate and personal that two people share to that of others; and here's the reason why: if you truly love the person you are with then others do not matter. When there is that gut feeling of the world revolving and you are the only two standing on this revolving planet other people do not matter. It does not matter if one couple is always affectionate in public or that other have a designated date night. What does matter is how your own relationship is special to you and your significant other.
I apologize to m boyfriend for comparing some actions of others to our own. I love him just the way he is.
I know I shouldn't compare my relationship to that of others but I'm pretty sure that I am not the only significant other who has thought what my relationship would be like if my significant other did this or that. How wrong can it be to compare what is special between to people to what may be special to others? Well, I found out after some heated words that were exchanged between myself and my significant other that there is a red flag when it comes to comparing relationships.
You should not compare something that is so intimate and personal that two people share to that of others; and here's the reason why: if you truly love the person you are with then others do not matter. When there is that gut feeling of the world revolving and you are the only two standing on this revolving planet other people do not matter. It does not matter if one couple is always affectionate in public or that other have a designated date night. What does matter is how your own relationship is special to you and your significant other.
I apologize to m boyfriend for comparing some actions of others to our own. I love him just the way he is.
Sunday, June 2, 2013
It all began with a dream. No, seriously it did. That first sentence there was not meant for deep metaphorical feeling, but if it helps then so be it.
For the past few days I have been living on the NyQuil, nasal decongestant, and orange juice diet.
Yes, it is that dreaded time when the worst of minor illnesses falls upon the people of my "hood." I suffer from the sinus infection with a small detection of a cold sniffling about. Imagine me going back to school with being all sniffle and without my usual high pitch voice. Utter silence- cherish the moment while it still lasts.
While sedated under cherry flavored cough syrup I began to drift off into sleep as warned prescribed by the makes of Night Time Cough & Cold Relief syrup. This is when the dream took place which then lead to IT, but let's not get ahead of ourselves to find out what IT is just quite yet.
The dream started with a hand. Who's hand? Now, that I am not even five percent sure on since I do not spend my time staring at the physical features of people's hands-that my dear people is too weird. So instead I just stare at their faces instead. This hand hand no distinct features. But may I say that hand had very clean finger nails.
For the past few days I have been living on the NyQuil, nasal decongestant, and orange juice diet.
Yes, it is that dreaded time when the worst of minor illnesses falls upon the people of my "hood." I suffer from the sinus infection with a small detection of a cold sniffling about. Imagine me going back to school with being all sniffle and without my usual high pitch voice. Utter silence- cherish the moment while it still lasts.
While sedated under cherry flavored cough syrup I began to drift off into sleep as warned prescribed by the makes of Night Time Cough & Cold Relief syrup. This is when the dream took place which then lead to IT, but let's not get ahead of ourselves to find out what IT is just quite yet.
The dream started with a hand. Who's hand? Now, that I am not even five percent sure on since I do not spend my time staring at the physical features of people's hands-that my dear people is too weird. So instead I just stare at their faces instead. This hand hand no distinct features. But may I say that hand had very clean finger nails.
Bribing Toddlers with Gold Fish
For the life of me I will never understand the mind of a toddler. Being an auntie to a 18 month old toddler, Emma and a 2 month old infant, Alex I find it extremely difficult to comprehend what goes on in the brain of the mischievous Emma.
Her reasoning for trading items is what I like to describe as being an extreme haggler or a strong enforcer of "here, you have it because I don't want it anymore." However, her favorite thing at the time is hiding items and watching you find them.
I try to strategically relieve the TV remote or my phone from her ways of hiding them in a Mickey Mouse push car, a pink wagon which yields large building blocks, or in a pink shopping push car.
Unfortunately I come up short the first time but then bring out my secret weapon, Gold Fish snack crackers. Emma's excitement is soon cut short due to a stumble and a fall but after a brief moment of frustration she runs towards the small amount of smiling fish I served her. While she sits on her pink Hello Kitty couch happily munching on her snack I seize the opportunity to air lift the TV remote out of the rubble of building blocks, counting flashcards, and plastic food items. Victory is mine. Or so I thought.
Little Emma is sitting quite contently as she motions the small orange container of Gold Fish towards me so that I can serve her just a few more with a sippy-cup of water. As I turn my back to two minutes the remote has gone missing and all she has to say is gibberish when I ask where the remote went.
Emma has tricked me into serving her while I enjoy my few seconds of glory is obtaining the TV remote. Did she plan this the whole time while watching the entertaining Dinosaur Train on PBS? Who knows? For the life of me I cannot wrap my mind around hers and her babbling.
Her reasoning for trading items is what I like to describe as being an extreme haggler or a strong enforcer of "here, you have it because I don't want it anymore." However, her favorite thing at the time is hiding items and watching you find them.
I try to strategically relieve the TV remote or my phone from her ways of hiding them in a Mickey Mouse push car, a pink wagon which yields large building blocks, or in a pink shopping push car.
Unfortunately I come up short the first time but then bring out my secret weapon, Gold Fish snack crackers. Emma's excitement is soon cut short due to a stumble and a fall but after a brief moment of frustration she runs towards the small amount of smiling fish I served her. While she sits on her pink Hello Kitty couch happily munching on her snack I seize the opportunity to air lift the TV remote out of the rubble of building blocks, counting flashcards, and plastic food items. Victory is mine. Or so I thought.
Little Emma is sitting quite contently as she motions the small orange container of Gold Fish towards me so that I can serve her just a few more with a sippy-cup of water. As I turn my back to two minutes the remote has gone missing and all she has to say is gibberish when I ask where the remote went.
Emma has tricked me into serving her while I enjoy my few seconds of glory is obtaining the TV remote. Did she plan this the whole time while watching the entertaining Dinosaur Train on PBS? Who knows? For the life of me I cannot wrap my mind around hers and her babbling.
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