Gotta do this, never even realize how much blessed we are.
Gotta do this, never even realize how much blessed we are.
Perfect timing after a really bad exam, this tea cup made my day 😀
“There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman being unapologetically herself; comfortable in her perfect imperfection. To me, that is the true essence of beauty.”
I will marry someone who can say that about me, among other things 😉
The Only 12½ Writing Rules You’ll Ever Need (via @Quotes4Writers on Twitter)
I am what could be described as a person who calls herself an optimist but sees the glass half empty. I go into the day feeling brave and have my hands tremble and my lips quiver when reality actually shows its face. I am somebody who critically analyzes and over analyzes herself just to prove that whatever bad happens is actually something I never deserved. I am the epitome of hopelessness at times and a fort of affirmation, excitement and fortitude at the others. I think and I believe that I am someone who needs to learn it all the hard way. Life certainly throws troubles at us, but I have come to believe that there’s no single thing in this world that could happen to you without any reason. The point is, good or bad, you got to survive through it with as much grace and humility as you can.
We normally go into life, into challenges to get a rush, a high and to get something that excites us, and sure, we do get that, but what we remember at the end of most days are our losses and the pain we caused to our loved ones by not fulfilling their expectations. We lie awake at night remembering the things we couldn’t do, the tasks we failed to accomplish. The end of the day, the reality, is nothing like we could ever hope. The reality is that at the end of the day we get what we never expected, our hopes and dreams turned inside out, washed away.
DESPITE all that, I have come to believe that you need to give things a second chance, (maybe because I actually am an optimist) always keep a hope lit in your heart which encourages you ‘maybe this time’… because when things come apart, even just a little, it all becomes clear, the battle, the prize and what you gotta do to get there. Being a fighter doesn’t make you an underdog, it makes you rise above against all odds.
I am sure many of you must have felt this way at some point in your life, or if you like to believe like me, then you feel like this always. The thing is: just don’t ever lose hope, give yourself a chance, don’t believe that you are wasting your life, know that you are making the best out of what you have, in whatever way you can, that’s enough of not wasting right there. We ought to enjoy these bad phases because these are parts of OUR lives, OUR own personal brand of troubles and happiness which makes us who we are for the better of it, so what if anything is not like what is seemed to be better, we have our own set of betterment, and unique, and that is good, very good actually.
Never try to fool the person in the mirror, BE TRUE to yourself. The present moment is so underrated, it sounds so ordinary and yet we spend so little time in it that it is anything but ordinary. You need to look at the whole picture of your life to feel proud, one view is not enough.Give yourself a break once in a while because trust me, you deserve it 🙂
Don’t laugh as that will probably make you to be considered insane 😛 but SMILE in the face of adversity, show it that you are bigger than it and that you are not just an extra burden on this world, you are somebody who is one of their kind in this world and that you can do things no one could ever even think of. TRUST your instincts!
And BELIEVE that someday, and probably when you least expect it, your world will right itself again, you just gotta hang in there because one step at a time definitely leads to the extra mile 🙂
I’d also like to share this quote from The Adventures of Tintin which usually works for me because one needs to be told that they are not just the extra bundle of flesh like some other person, they are them and that they can do whatever they want:
“There are plenty of others willing to call you a failure. A fool. A loser. A hopeless souse! Don’t you ever say it of yourself. You send out the wrong signal, that is what people pick up. Do you understand? You care about something, you fight for it. You hit a wall, you push through it. There’s something you need to know about failure Tintin; You can never let it defeat you.”
I need to not think, not wonder, not imagine (actually yes imagine, cause I like to daydream every good thing possible :P) and not obsess specially!
“A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that 1,100 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
Three minutes went by, and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace, and stopped for a few seconds, and then hurried up to meet his schedule.
A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping, and continued to walk.
The only unfulfilled love I’m willing to talk about openly is writing. And the realization that the love affair will never be reciprocated hurts just as much as that first time someone came out and said, “I like you. I just don’t like-like you.”
Writing will never like-like me. I’m too old, and it’s not that I’m too old as much as born at the wrong time – the non-generation. I’m not a baby boomer. I’m not a Me. I’m too old to be a Gen-Xer. Or Y and Z for that matter. I missed the computer age – I didn’t even have a computer until I got married and I was forty-one before I actually owned my own – a laptop, which took me a year to finally use with any kind of regularity. My kids know the VCR as the machine next to the TV that has never…
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A few months ago, I came across this post on pinterest, and I knew I had to make them
for me as gifts for someone for the holidays. They seemed so easy and fun (and really inexpensive!) And it’s funny, but when I was younger (like teens) I just thought what’s the point of baths? You get in them, and then what…I would draw a bath and then sit in it for 5 minutes and get bored. Now that I’m older, and have lots and lots of stressful things going on in my life, WOW, do I appreciate a good bath! And anything to make it even better 🙂
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– 6 skinless, boneless chicken breast halves – cut into cubes
– 6 tablespoons butter, divided
– 4 cloves garlic, minced, divided
– 1 tablespoon Italian seasoning
– 1 pound fettuccine pasta