Every damn time
reflecting back on the last two weeks, i've realized how much people really can change.
i feel as if i have an entirely new outlook on life and the people and things that are in it. im still making changes and setting goals, and finally seeing results is something that is very new, and very humbling.
i guess it really just takes patience and an ability to look beyond the present. i have never really lived making plans for tomorrow. More just living in the now. And, while it's great to make the most of everyday, I have learned that planning for tomorrow, makes today even better.
Which brings my mind to ponder a million things about time, our past, and our future. But...that would side-track me. And I really don't need that.
Sometimes I feel as if my brain cannot concieve it's own intelligence. There are so many parts, and connections, and possibilities that if only I could reach in there and try to put it all together, I would be astounded at what I could have, and can, accomplish.
I never have enough time, or clarity within my days to make the most of me time. It seems as though me time always turns into someone-else time. And I think that is something I need to work on. Reflect on myself rather than worry what other people are doing with their lives. I can care, but I think I care TOO much.
is it weird that I use capitols randomly through my writing?
hmm...
i feel as if i have an entirely new outlook on life and the people and things that are in it. im still making changes and setting goals, and finally seeing results is something that is very new, and very humbling.
i guess it really just takes patience and an ability to look beyond the present. i have never really lived making plans for tomorrow. More just living in the now. And, while it's great to make the most of everyday, I have learned that planning for tomorrow, makes today even better.
Which brings my mind to ponder a million things about time, our past, and our future. But...that would side-track me. And I really don't need that.
Sometimes I feel as if my brain cannot concieve it's own intelligence. There are so many parts, and connections, and possibilities that if only I could reach in there and try to put it all together, I would be astounded at what I could have, and can, accomplish.
I never have enough time, or clarity within my days to make the most of me time. It seems as though me time always turns into someone-else time. And I think that is something I need to work on. Reflect on myself rather than worry what other people are doing with their lives. I can care, but I think I care TOO much.
is it weird that I use capitols randomly through my writing?
hmm...