My surroundings often reflect my inner state, modified by my need to be professional. As a professor, I cannot stand in front of a classroom in clothing that needs to be washed. Wrinkled, maybe
my dumbbells will be moving in with me. I don’t have a goal of becoming a bodybuilder, but I will exercise at least enough to begin moving in the direction of getting into shape. It’s something small, but better than I’m doing now.
this house, my new motorcycle and even the software will make me think of my mom and dad every time I use them.
My mother used to say, “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.” Wise words, words of restraint. Anger begets anger; when you belittle people, when you show them anger, they are more likely to become mirrors to reflect their negativity back
I have mine as well. I try to be as open and honest as I can, but there are things I could never let anybody know, things that have me so ashamed that I cannot reveal them, and I cannot let go. But I will tell you that the more secrets I do reveal, the better I feel.
This is where the Swearese came in as he fricking bachin rafkin flipped the igging ackin frackin door over and measured out a new jarkin jerkin jorking line and grabbed his brankin bolkin brinkin handsaw and sawed the glarbin gribin grapin bottom off again.
Have you ever just had a wave of depression wash over you, for no apparent reason and very unexpectedly?
You can’t suffer that kind of damage without scars to show for it, but what can we do but to survive to fight another day?
Seemed like almost everything would just bounce off of me; I could take the hits and come out unscathed. But something happened.
We are complete beings, with three critical aspects of our lives: mind, body, spirit. Like our days, each supports the other. These are out of order for me, as they are for most of us.