It's so amazing to be respected by people. It shows that they care. It shows that they listen to you and try to understand how you feel. They want you to be you, and to be comfortable being the person you were meant to be. That's how I'm feeling right now. I enjoy being me, with all my quirkiness and craziness. I know who God has made me to be, though this process is far from over. But, I know what I like and what I don't, and I'm not afraid to voice my opinions about different things. I won't feel rejected. It's just me being me.
I'm learning to respect myself. I'm learning to really love the person God made me to be. I'm learning to respect my body. I'm learning to look in the mirror and thank God that I am fearfully and wonderfully made. I couldn't say that years ago. I wouldn't stick up for myself. I was a people pleaser, and would do things, even if I didn't want to, to please others. Good-bye to that pathetic person. Hello to the respectable me. I like this new change. Respect: yes, it makes me smile!
Friday, January 30, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Running...
No, I'm not running away from problems...or anything like that. I just want to RUN! I REALLY want to start training for a half marathon...it's been on my mind for a few years now (i know...) and one of my really good friends, Toni Lei, has crossed the finish line a few times now...and I think that this would be a great year to do it. hmm...I'm getting excited! Anyone want to start training with me!?! =) I know that it will be hard, but running will make me (and my heart!) smile...
Friday, January 16, 2009
The Great 2-8
Yes, I admit it, I'm 28 years old!
No...28 years...young.
28. I don't feel like I'm 28, whatever that means.
Many people say I look like I'm 22 or even 18.
That's a good thing I suppose; it's all relative.
At 28, many of my friends are married and have one or two little ones running around.
Me? No kids, no husband, no boyfriend, nothing
but pure joy.
I'm doing what I was born to do.
I'm doing things that make me very happy.
I'm living life LOVED and loving the life I live.
Not many people my age can say that.
Not many people twice my age can say that.
I've lived a great life thus far.
Had my ups and my down, but now it's more up than down.
Way up actually
Relaxing, coasting, spending
time with family and friends from all over the world
literally!
Just until I take flight again to the next land I shall call home
it's gonna be a great year
This 28th one of mine; I can just feel it
New year. New me. New girl. Newness of life.
No complaints of wanting him or wanting them
when I hear them wanting to take back some years of their married lives
And besides, I already have Him
and He's the best Him there will ever be
350-some-odd-days left and I know they'll be amazing
through my wrinkly 28-year-old skin, I smile and live another great year
No...28 years...young.
28. I don't feel like I'm 28, whatever that means.
Many people say I look like I'm 22 or even 18.
That's a good thing I suppose; it's all relative.
At 28, many of my friends are married and have one or two little ones running around.
Me? No kids, no husband, no boyfriend, nothing
but pure joy.
I'm doing what I was born to do.
I'm doing things that make me very happy.
I'm living life LOVED and loving the life I live.
Not many people my age can say that.
Not many people twice my age can say that.
I've lived a great life thus far.
Had my ups and my down, but now it's more up than down.
Way up actually
Relaxing, coasting, spending
time with family and friends from all over the world
literally!
Just until I take flight again to the next land I shall call home
it's gonna be a great year
This 28th one of mine; I can just feel it
New year. New me. New girl. Newness of life.
No complaints of wanting him or wanting them
when I hear them wanting to take back some years of their married lives
And besides, I already have Him
and He's the best Him there will ever be
350-some-odd-days left and I know they'll be amazing
through my wrinkly 28-year-old skin, I smile and live another great year
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