How do you want to live your life?
It has been a while since I have posted so here it goes...
I have been taking a psychology of stress class for the past 3 weeks. And I have realized there seems to be a lot of things wrong with me. lol. For example: I have found out almost all of my fears. I figure I would share a few with you.
1) of course I am afraid of flying. I think it is more I am afraid of dying. But flying just scares the pee right out of me.
2) I am afraid of losing those I love. I think a lot of people are afraid of that one too.
3) I am afraid of toilets. I don't know why, but I just can't sit down on toilets anymore! No offense if I don't sit on your toilet, but I have just turned into a germaphobe! It gets frustrating
4) Heights. I am a little bit afraid of heights. I don't feel safe and secure. I think thats also why I'm afraid of planes
5) Claustrophobic. Yep, I hate closed spots.
It is really interesting. I have too many fears. I worry more about what is going to happen than enjoying my life. I know that isn't healthy. I want to try escaping from these fears, but I'm not too sure where to start. I have been reading up on things like, if you are afraid of planes, and you put the person in the plane, it will only make their phobia even worse. So I can't just get on a plane and be ok. Any suggestions?
I was listening to Pastor Brians sermon online. And I realized alot. I realized that all of us have been pushing our limits. We have been getting as close as we can to the edge without "sinning". We have been pushing limits saying that it is ok to do certain things. We try to validate what we do. We try to justify it saying that it is ok to do. Until we realize, we don't have anymore limits. Until we look pack and realized we pushed the limit, farther, and farther, and farther, until people just don't care anymore. I hope that we can realize what we are doing. I mean, I know what I am doing and I want to change. But then, I know things are going on with other people, but I don't know if they want to change at all. This last weekend, I got tricked into going to a party. I brought Katie, Loreena, and my friend Brittany to this place. I was hoping that their would be a bunch of people there not drinking. Well we get there, and I didn't know this, but the reason my friends wanted me to bring them, was because they wanted to get drunk. So as i am sitting there alone at this party, it just started really depressing me. I was sitting there thinking, "these people look like idiots". I didn't enjoy every single other person there drinking and being hit on and tackled by drunk people. So I actually called my brother half an hour after I got there, and I begged him to come pick me up. I was surprised that he actually would come and get me from a party, since I thought he would himself be out at a party. Going to that party made me realize how stupid drinking really is. I was sober and there were drunks who tried hitting on me and people who were flirting with me and other guys telling my friends to bend over so they can see a better view. Idiots.
If you knew how long you would live, would that affect how you spend your life? If you knew that you had 34 years, or 50 years, or 2 days left to live, do you think you would change what you are doing right now? What would you do? Would you "live like you were dying" or would you live it for God? I'm just curious to see. Would you be proud of the way you lived your life if you died in a year? Or would you just be proud of the way you lived your life the last year?
Grace and Peace,
Jenna
I have been taking a psychology of stress class for the past 3 weeks. And I have realized there seems to be a lot of things wrong with me. lol. For example: I have found out almost all of my fears. I figure I would share a few with you.
1) of course I am afraid of flying. I think it is more I am afraid of dying. But flying just scares the pee right out of me.
2) I am afraid of losing those I love. I think a lot of people are afraid of that one too.
3) I am afraid of toilets. I don't know why, but I just can't sit down on toilets anymore! No offense if I don't sit on your toilet, but I have just turned into a germaphobe! It gets frustrating
4) Heights. I am a little bit afraid of heights. I don't feel safe and secure. I think thats also why I'm afraid of planes
5) Claustrophobic. Yep, I hate closed spots.
It is really interesting. I have too many fears. I worry more about what is going to happen than enjoying my life. I know that isn't healthy. I want to try escaping from these fears, but I'm not too sure where to start. I have been reading up on things like, if you are afraid of planes, and you put the person in the plane, it will only make their phobia even worse. So I can't just get on a plane and be ok. Any suggestions?
I was listening to Pastor Brians sermon online. And I realized alot. I realized that all of us have been pushing our limits. We have been getting as close as we can to the edge without "sinning". We have been pushing limits saying that it is ok to do certain things. We try to validate what we do. We try to justify it saying that it is ok to do. Until we realize, we don't have anymore limits. Until we look pack and realized we pushed the limit, farther, and farther, and farther, until people just don't care anymore. I hope that we can realize what we are doing. I mean, I know what I am doing and I want to change. But then, I know things are going on with other people, but I don't know if they want to change at all. This last weekend, I got tricked into going to a party. I brought Katie, Loreena, and my friend Brittany to this place. I was hoping that their would be a bunch of people there not drinking. Well we get there, and I didn't know this, but the reason my friends wanted me to bring them, was because they wanted to get drunk. So as i am sitting there alone at this party, it just started really depressing me. I was sitting there thinking, "these people look like idiots". I didn't enjoy every single other person there drinking and being hit on and tackled by drunk people. So I actually called my brother half an hour after I got there, and I begged him to come pick me up. I was surprised that he actually would come and get me from a party, since I thought he would himself be out at a party. Going to that party made me realize how stupid drinking really is. I was sober and there were drunks who tried hitting on me and people who were flirting with me and other guys telling my friends to bend over so they can see a better view. Idiots.
If you knew how long you would live, would that affect how you spend your life? If you knew that you had 34 years, or 50 years, or 2 days left to live, do you think you would change what you are doing right now? What would you do? Would you "live like you were dying" or would you live it for God? I'm just curious to see. Would you be proud of the way you lived your life if you died in a year? Or would you just be proud of the way you lived your life the last year?
Grace and Peace,
Jenna