Sep
28
When you’re not here, I pee with the door open and listen to music really loud
The Inspiration Station
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Apr
7
Everyone said I should start writing again. It’s been a while. The last time I had a diary was back in 2012 and I stopped writing in it about half way through the year when I deemed my life to not be that exciting. Year before that I think I spilled out a few entries with good intentions only to find at least 3 notebooks with dozens and dozens of empty pages.
It’s my birthday in two days. I tend to get a bit nostalgic this time every year. Looking back on all the things I feel like I should have done by now.
Yesterday I was talking to my friend about how when we were growing up, there were so many tv shows about your teens, college and university that you sort of knew what to expect. But your 20’s? If there were any shows, why would we have watched them (ugh, being 25 is so old!)?
Since stumbling out of university, I’ve no clue. If I had the cash I’d dive right back into education in a heartbeat. The warm, fuzzy feeling of learning, surrounded by like minded people sounds so much more appealing that working in an office, minimizing Facebook, twitter and buzzfeed when the boss walks past. No wonder our generation refuses to grow up. What’s out there is scary. It’s like diving into a black pit. Who knows what’s at the bottom?
Apr
2
Keep trying and you will succeed
Mar
26
I just don’t wait to be afraid anymore
Jan
18
“Be brave. Even if you’re not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference. Don’t allow the phone to interrupt important moments. It’s there for your convenience, not the callers. Don’t be afraid to go out on a limb. That’s where the fruit is. Don’t burn bridges. You’ll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river. Don’t forget, a person’s greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated. Don’t major in minor things. Don’t say you don’t have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Helen Keller, Leonardo Da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein. Don’t spread yourself too thin. Learn to say no politely and quickly. Don’t use time or words carelessly. Neither can be retrieved. Don’t waste time grieving over past mistakes Learn from them and move on. Every person needs to have their moment in the sun, when they raise their arms in victory, knowing that on this day, at his hour, they were at their very best. Get your priorities straight. No one ever said on his death bed, ‘Gee, if I’d only spent more time at the office’. Give people a second chance, but not a third. Judge your success by the degree that you’re enjoying peace, health and love. Learn to listen. Opportunity sometimes knocks very softly. Leave everything a little better than you found it. Live your life as an exclamation, not an explanation. Loosen up. Relax. Except for rare life and death matters, nothing is as important as it first seems. Never cut what can be untied. Never overestimate your power to change others. Never underestimate your power to change yourself. Remember that overnight success usually takes about fifteen years. Remember that winners do what losers don’t want to do. Seek opportunity, not security. A boat in harbor is safe, but in time its bottom will rot out. Spend less time worrying who’s right, more time deciding what’s right. Stop blaming others. Take responsibility for every area of your life. Success is getting what you want. Happiness is liking what you get. The importance of winning is not what we get from it, but what we become because of it. When facing a difficult task, act as though it’s impossible to fail.”
Jackson Brown Jr. (via at-kkoolook)
Dec
23
When you look back, it seems like it was obvious it would happen. The new prescription. The storm. The random stomach cramps.
She lay in a coma. He was dead, two days before from a rogue tree branch, crushing the Mini Cooper S they’d ironically called Max. Then there was the still-born baby neither of them knew, or would ever know anything about.
A real Romeo and Juliet story. He’d driven over to her house, thinking the worst after a cryptic message from her surgical intern ex-boyfriend, garbling something about the side effects of Baclofen. He never made it. She, devastated by the news, promptly emptied the pill packets down her throat, in a swirl of vodka and tears. Plummeting into a coma, the doctors’ realised she was 7 months pregnant and removed the hopeless child from his mother’s womb.
What is there for her to wake up for?
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