The Confidence To Be...
Today was an average day. My last day seeing Margaret was nice. We talked about what I accomplished, what I want to accomplish, and then she gave a cute little certificate saying, "...to Shaye for gaining the confidence and self-esteem to believe you can achieve anything." It was extremely sweet of Margaret to make that for me.
I have learned so much in these past few months with her. I have learned that I do have the ability to be independent and can be if I want it enough. I've gained the confidence to stand up for myself and let it be known when I don't like something. I have realized that it doesn't matter if someone doesn't like me; that I am who I am and I cannot please everyone, nor do I want to. I have gained awareness of myself and of my surroundings. I have the confidence to believe in myself, my skills, and my abilities. And I learned that not everything is "do or die," that it's okay if I make a mistake, as long as I learn from it. I don't have to be perfect.
I feel good now that it's all over. I almost feel like a whole person. I know I have a long way to go, but I feel like I am on the right track.
In COM class today, we had to write about an incident or something that happened to us in the past week. So here is what I wrote in the class period. I'm sure it could be a lot better
Confidence Builder
For two years, I have been pushing myself to do the impossible. Time and time again I would fail miserably and not even feel guilty about failing. There have been few attempts to succeed in doing this adverse task, and with that I gave up. Working out on a weekly basis is something that I could never get myself to commit to. There have been times that I planned on working out but decided against it once I saw that it was raining outside. Some days, I got all the way to school with my tennis shoes in hand and thought, “ah, maybe tomorrow.” I thought I had finally rid myself of the “you-need-to-exercise monster,” until I noticed that love-handles are not something you use when you’re in love.
Yesterday, my new friend, Carmela, asked me to meet her at the gym. I thought this might be my chance to get an exercise schedule down. I finally had someone to work out with and to help motivate me. I didn’t know, however, that 5 o’ clock in the afternoon was the busiest time at the gym. When I arrived, I sat down in the lobby to wait on my comrade. I tried to look cool in my stretchy, grey workout pants and my super chic “supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” t-shirt. I looked down and noticed that my pants were too short and showed my girly, white socks, I blushed, “so un-cool.” Finally, Carmela arrived, bright and cheery, ready to give me the workout of my life.
We walked into the gym area and my heart stopped. No way was I going to exercise and show off my flab around all these ripped men in gym shorts! I felt like walking right out. Nonetheless, Carmela showed me to a weight machine and gave me advice, “don’t worry about them. Just focus on what you’re doing. They don’t even matter.” I didn’t have to tell her what I was thinking; she could see it in my face. Luckily, I had someone who really cared about my well-being and was watching out for me. Each exercise we did, she carefully explained the procedure and what exactly it was doing for me. “Keep going! You’re doing good!” was something I never got tired of hearing.
When our time in the gym was over, I thanked her for her help. Carmela modestly explained to me, “I could never have gotten this far if I hadn’t come here with friends. I’m really glad you decided to come today. Can you do this again next week?” I quickly jumped at the offer and told her that I couldn’t have done it without her help and motivation.
You never know what you can accomplish when you have a good friend behind you, pushing and guiding you to success. Yesterday, I felt as fit as a fiddle and lucky to have such a caring and amazing friend to work off my un-lovely handles with.
Yes, I realize it's cheesy and not that well-written, but I did my best in the time alloted.
I have learned so much in these past few months with her. I have learned that I do have the ability to be independent and can be if I want it enough. I've gained the confidence to stand up for myself and let it be known when I don't like something. I have realized that it doesn't matter if someone doesn't like me; that I am who I am and I cannot please everyone, nor do I want to. I have gained awareness of myself and of my surroundings. I have the confidence to believe in myself, my skills, and my abilities. And I learned that not everything is "do or die," that it's okay if I make a mistake, as long as I learn from it. I don't have to be perfect.
I feel good now that it's all over. I almost feel like a whole person. I know I have a long way to go, but I feel like I am on the right track.
In COM class today, we had to write about an incident or something that happened to us in the past week. So here is what I wrote in the class period. I'm sure it could be a lot better
Confidence Builder
For two years, I have been pushing myself to do the impossible. Time and time again I would fail miserably and not even feel guilty about failing. There have been few attempts to succeed in doing this adverse task, and with that I gave up. Working out on a weekly basis is something that I could never get myself to commit to. There have been times that I planned on working out but decided against it once I saw that it was raining outside. Some days, I got all the way to school with my tennis shoes in hand and thought, “ah, maybe tomorrow.” I thought I had finally rid myself of the “you-need-to-exercise monster,” until I noticed that love-handles are not something you use when you’re in love.
Yesterday, my new friend, Carmela, asked me to meet her at the gym. I thought this might be my chance to get an exercise schedule down. I finally had someone to work out with and to help motivate me. I didn’t know, however, that 5 o’ clock in the afternoon was the busiest time at the gym. When I arrived, I sat down in the lobby to wait on my comrade. I tried to look cool in my stretchy, grey workout pants and my super chic “supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” t-shirt. I looked down and noticed that my pants were too short and showed my girly, white socks, I blushed, “so un-cool.” Finally, Carmela arrived, bright and cheery, ready to give me the workout of my life.
We walked into the gym area and my heart stopped. No way was I going to exercise and show off my flab around all these ripped men in gym shorts! I felt like walking right out. Nonetheless, Carmela showed me to a weight machine and gave me advice, “don’t worry about them. Just focus on what you’re doing. They don’t even matter.” I didn’t have to tell her what I was thinking; she could see it in my face. Luckily, I had someone who really cared about my well-being and was watching out for me. Each exercise we did, she carefully explained the procedure and what exactly it was doing for me. “Keep going! You’re doing good!” was something I never got tired of hearing.
When our time in the gym was over, I thanked her for her help. Carmela modestly explained to me, “I could never have gotten this far if I hadn’t come here with friends. I’m really glad you decided to come today. Can you do this again next week?” I quickly jumped at the offer and told her that I couldn’t have done it without her help and motivation.
You never know what you can accomplish when you have a good friend behind you, pushing and guiding you to success. Yesterday, I felt as fit as a fiddle and lucky to have such a caring and amazing friend to work off my un-lovely handles with.
Yes, I realize it's cheesy and not that well-written, but I did my best in the time alloted.