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i do feel guilty.
when i grow up i want to be...im not sure. but this is not it. go back
to school? maybe. move into a box that doenst charge rent? possbily (
how else would i be able to pay for school??!!?) work 40 hrs a week and
go to school? ( great. i dont have a social life now. if i do this will
i ever. again?)
and what do i want to be?? heck if i know. i know id like to make close
to what i make now ( i could do less if i liked my job more. which heck
thats why i think im having a 1/3 life crisis.) i want to be able to
plan for things and do them. not hope oh heck i hope i can have this
day off. or this night off. or i will know what i work. or will asked
nicely to change my schedule. i just want to like my job more i guess.
blahh! i just wish i knew what i need to do. and i would take the steps
i needed. i guess im scared.
i wrote an email to my mom telling her my frustrations in my job and
the other mgrs i work with. i wish i could be as positve as her.
GM :)
Work, is work. If it were fun, it would be called that. And I know you
are supposed to like your job? I like my job but it is still work.
There are Buffy Tesios everywhere. People are just people. We need to
stay close to the ones who encourage us and distance ourselves from
those who do not. I just try to take a positive attitude into it all.
That is the only way to be happy, from the inside out. Those two ladies
are sad cases. I think people who dis others to make them selves feel
better are very unhappy. I want to be happy. That comes from within. We
have that happiness, they do not. Anyway, you have good friends and you
have your very small family and you have Tess. What more could you ask
for? And you are fairly healthy which is very important. Just take care
of you and try to be helpful. Some people just hate it when you are
nice to them. So I try to be nice and if they are really mean, I try to
stay out of their radar. But you know all this. You are mature enough
not to waste your time on the really stupid people. I sorta want to
just live in a cave but we are supposed to make the world a better
place. You would not make it in the cave unless you had wifi :) So,
don’t worry, be happy :) And what you do in your spare time is YOUR
business. I bet if they confessed how they spend their spare time, we
could make fun of them.
Don’t you hate me :) I love you!!! It has been such beautiful weather,
I love it.
this is one of the only emails that she has sent in the last couple of
days that didnt say holler back. really she says that in emails. shes
silly.
The lyrics to Everybody's Free to Wear Sunscreen, by Mary Schmich:
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be
it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists,
whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own
meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But
trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you
and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed
your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle
Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people
who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes
you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with
yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in
doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life.
The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted
to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I
know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when
they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe
you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't
congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices
are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of
what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever
own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should
hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle,
because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you
when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in
Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will
philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize
that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund.
Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one
might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will
look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply
it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing
the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts
and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
when i grow up i want to be...im not sure. but this is not it. go back
to school? maybe. move into a box that doenst charge rent? possbily (
how else would i be able to pay for school??!!?) work 40 hrs a week and
go to school? ( great. i dont have a social life now. if i do this will
i ever. again?)
and what do i want to be?? heck if i know. i know id like to make close
to what i make now ( i could do less if i liked my job more. which heck
thats why i think im having a 1/3 life crisis.) i want to be able to
plan for things and do them. not hope oh heck i hope i can have this
day off. or this night off. or i will know what i work. or will asked
nicely to change my schedule. i just want to like my job more i guess.
blahh! i just wish i knew what i need to do. and i would take the steps
i needed. i guess im scared.
i wrote an email to my mom telling her my frustrations in my job and
the other mgrs i work with. i wish i could be as positve as her.
GM :)
Work, is work. If it were fun, it would be called that. And I know you
are supposed to like your job? I like my job but it is still work.
There are Buffy Tesios everywhere. People are just people. We need to
stay close to the ones who encourage us and distance ourselves from
those who do not. I just try to take a positive attitude into it all.
That is the only way to be happy, from the inside out. Those two ladies
are sad cases. I think people who dis others to make them selves feel
better are very unhappy. I want to be happy. That comes from within. We
have that happiness, they do not. Anyway, you have good friends and you
have your very small family and you have Tess. What more could you ask
for? And you are fairly healthy which is very important. Just take care
of you and try to be helpful. Some people just hate it when you are
nice to them. So I try to be nice and if they are really mean, I try to
stay out of their radar. But you know all this. You are mature enough
not to waste your time on the really stupid people. I sorta want to
just live in a cave but we are supposed to make the world a better
place. You would not make it in the cave unless you had wifi :) So,
don’t worry, be happy :) And what you do in your spare time is YOUR
business. I bet if they confessed how they spend their spare time, we
could make fun of them.
Don’t you hate me :) I love you!!! It has been such beautiful weather,
I love it.
this is one of the only emails that she has sent in the last couple of
days that didnt say holler back. really she says that in emails. shes
silly.
The lyrics to Everybody's Free to Wear Sunscreen, by Mary Schmich:
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be
it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists,
whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own
meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But
trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you
and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed
your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle
Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people
who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes
you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with
yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in
doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life.
The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted
to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I
know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when
they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe
you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't
congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices
are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of
what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever
own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should
hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle,
because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you
when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in
Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will
philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize
that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund.
Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one
might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will
look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply
it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing
the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts
and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.