Many days ago, I vowed to write in this blog (read: journal-ly thing for 20-somethings). I did, for the most part… there were a couple of days I unintentionally skipped. It turns out that, although you want things to happen in a given year … well, sometimes they don’t. And that’s okay. I think the number one remark I got from people on this was, “You’re so funny!” (I like that, and I’ll continue to be.) I think the number two remark was, “I don’t think you swear too much.” (Shut the fuck up, bitches.) At about the middle of… I’m not done yet.
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“So much of our communication can reflect our need to control.” – Melody Beattie I sat across from a friend of mine, explaining I had written a letter but I hadn’t mailed it to its recipient, yet. I am a much better writer than speaker – and well, I had things to say. “I made bullet points,” I said. “Tried to be as direct as possible.” “What did it say?” my friend asked. “Well most of it pointed to the fact that I loved them, no matter what.” “But they didn’t ask you to love them,” my friend countered. “Well,… I’m not done yet.
I have 11 miles to run tomorrow, so I’m keeping this short. Beattie writes about perfectionism. We don’t need to be perfect, she says; neither should we expect perfectionism from others. Strive to be your best, but if you’re not absolutely perfect, it’s absolutely okay. If you’re constantly finding fault with others – how they behave or how they choose to do something – you might constantly miss something that they’re doing well. Look at yourself and others from a different perspective. Let go of the expectation that things have to be a certain way – you’ll be disappointed if… I’m not done yet.
“Anger is a killing thing: it kills the man who angers, for each rage leaves him less than he had been before – it takes something from him.” – Louis L’Amour On Day 14, Beattie writes about accepting anger. She says, “Anger is a part of life. We need not dwell in it or seek it out, but we can’t afford to ignore it.” I think I have the opposite problem. I’m trying to remember if, at an earlier age, I didn’t get angry. The truth is, I cannot. I know I had my moments of freaking out, but I… I’m not done yet.