I love this song by Bruno Mars. My friend, the one who passed away, was a good dancer. He had the “Moves like Jagger” moves! However, he danced better than Jagger and whenever this song came on, he took off dancing around the room like nobody was watching! I still see him in my mind’s eye. It has a catchy beat and nobody does it like Bruno Mars! It’s a song that never fails to put me in a good mood when I hear it.
What is it? It is the fear of being afraid. In other words, it is the fear of fear. Even though I’ve had a fear of developing fears or phobias, it never stopped them from finding me and me walking in like sheep to the slaughter! You name it, I’ve had them or have them!
The fear of a broken heart was one of my biggest fears and no matter how hard I tried, it always found me. The fear of the unknown was another. I always wanted to know the outcome before it happened and we know that life doesn’t work that way. It loves surprises and it gave me plenty of those! The fear of walking into a room full of strangers was another. However, I’ve overcome that fear. I do it like a pro now. How did I overcome that fear? I had to work on my self-esteem and every time someone gave me a compliment, I learned to accept it with grace instead of deflecting it as I usually do. Slowly, but surely I saw “me” with different eyes. I was fully capable of achieving anything if I put my mind to it and it worked!
The fear of creepy crawlies was another fear, of closed spaces yet another, and the fear of ghosts. It came from living in Asia and having experienced things that go bump in the night. Should I go on? I’ve got plenty more but I’ll stop right here. Enough don’t you think?
All I can say is that I’ve come a long ways from letting everything scare me. I’m at a place in my life where I live alone, take care of things on my own, and I’m learning to LOVE it, much more than I should. What about the fear? I’ve shown some fears the door and others are on their way out. Just a matter of time before that happens.
I used to be an introvert. It wasn’t that I was a wallflower, far from it but no matter how often I got told that I was more than enough something within just didn’t add up. It took a long time to come out of that shell.
How did I do it? I am now a self-assured and a very confident person. It took years to build that confidence up. Brick by brick? Not quite but at times it seemed that way. I had to learn this one lesson. I am ENOUGH as I am. Once that sunk in, I put into practice all the other pieces that were needed to get me on my way. Most of our insecurities arise from what people think of us. In other words, we let others dictate how we see ourselves.
If someone makes you feel smaller than you are, if they try to cut you down to size, and you accept their feedback or rather their negativity as the truth, then it is a downward spiral. Learn this. What they think of you is their business, not yours. There is a lot of negativity out there and if you let it, it will bring you down to their level. If you’re someone who is vulnerable and lacking self-confidence, it finds its mark and sinks you deeper.
I don’t let how someone perceives me to dictate how I live my life. The truth is, I feel 10 feet tall on the inside even if I’m a petite person on the outside. I don’t look for positive strokes from the outside, it is an inside job where I’m concerned. Holding my head up high when I walk into a room nowadays is easy to do compared to times past. If someone decides to take me down a notch, it never lands because I know I am ENOUGH as I am.
Self-confidence is an inside job. Work on you, build yourself up, walk with your head held high and soon you’ll be walking in a bubble of self-confidence! It takes practice, it takes a certain mindset, and it takes YOU! No one else is going to do it for you. Make up your mind and go for it! You’ve got nothing to lose.
This is the wrong question to ask me. I don’t spend a lot of time online like I used to and usually I post my articles and leave it at that. Building loyal subscribers probably takes lots of time and effort to get it going. These days my writing is not about getting subscribers but getting something out that speaks to the heart, helps someone out there, and helps me to vent my frustrations!
I have about 285 subscribers. How I got them I don’t know! However, I’m thankful for the people who have subscribed and think that what I put out there is worth reading. Thank you.
As to your question, I think to build loyal subscribers you’ve got to spend loads of time online, searching for new people, liking their posts, and HOPING that they like yours and subscribe!
This is a proverb that rubs me up the wrong way for all the right reasons! I don’t know when I first heard this saying but it stuck with me. It had a nice ring to it and to a young mind at that time, it seemed to hold some truth to it. Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. On the surface level, that assumption is correct. Dive deeper and you will see how it is SO wrong on many levels!
It is a well-known English proverb and it is a often debated proverb today. It appeared somewhere in the mid-19th century and was used as a defense mechanism against name-calling and bullying. All good right? Like I said, on the surface a good thing but look deeper and it brings forth the fact that whoever coined this proverb was either living in a world of privilege or didn’t know what they were talking about!
Call it free speech, call it political debate, call it whatever! Words do have the potential to hurt and sometimes more than sticks and stones. They wound deeply and to someone who is vulnerable, it can take a lifetime to overcome and sometimes never because those seemingly powerless words can cut you down to size, make you feel inadequate, and make you feel like you are NOT ENOUGH as you are.
Hate speech does that very well. It is spewed like a volcanic eruption against someone and at times an innocent child simply because of what they look like or their belief in a certain religion. Yes, it does damage and often irreversible damage.
Use your words carefully because it has the potential to hurt without a weapon in sight! Words are powerful tools and it can either built someone up or tear someone down depending on how you wield it. Perhaps, this proverb started out as a defense mechanism to help those who are objects of bullying or insults but the truth of the matter is that throwing out that proverb whenever someone is faced with “words” of the hateful nature is far from enough to soothe the hurt that a child feels being called a certain name, an adult who is made to feel different in society, and people who are grouped together and are given hateful names. The thing is, the “haters” have found a weapon that works really well for them and that “words” can do the trick just as well as sticks or stones!
The truth is physical wounds may heal in time but words, hurtful ones at that can have a long-lasting impact, mess with your self-image causing emotional scars that may never heal and affect your mental well-being as well.
This proverb although meant well is so wrong on many levels and I rest my case.
A soulmate is “a person with whom you share a profound, almost unexplainable connection.” That said, I think the term “soulmate” has taken on a life of its own for some people. What started out as a connection that has no explanation except maybe that this person was the “ONE” or there was something more that needed to be explored turned out to be a desecration of the term soulmate for some.
I knew someone who told me that his second wife was his soulmate. The problem was that the woman was married at the time he met her and so was he. The question arises, can someone else’s person be your soulmate? Or is that another term for infidelity all wrapped up to make it look like something else? Soulmate?
Another guy had five soulmates! Every time he broke up with one “soulmate” another one came along. What is that? Soulmates are a dime a dozen?
I used to believe in soulmates and that there is this special someone out there made just for you. They tick all the right boxes and somehow seem to fit you to a perfect T. However, I’ve had to let that notion go because I’m still looking! The ones who have been showing up are the cubic zirconia version of a soulmate! They sparkle like the real thing but after a few rubs, the sparkle wears off and there you have it. A fake diamond exactly as it should be. Nice to look at, spend time with for a little while, and then time to throw it away!
The answer to your question. No, I don’t believe in soulmates. I still do believe that there is someone special out there for each and everyone but some arrive quickly and others, like in my case might take a lifetime to show up or not at all!
I hated getting on a plane and spending hours there before getting to my destination and then I hated the jet lag that followed afterwards. I don’t travel much anymore but if there is one thing I would like to see invented that would make traveling easier would be a machine or a room that you can step into, press a button and lo and behold, you’re there within minutes!
Add no jet lag to it and I would be willing to travel again! I don’t think it will happen in my lifetime and if it ever will but those geniuses out there, here’s an idea for you. Make it inexpensive and you might just have a winning invention on your hands.
Elon are you listening?
The definition of minimalism is, “the intentional lifestyle of owning only what you need and removing distractions to focus on what you value most.”
If that’s the case, I do believe in minimalism. However, even though I’m working on removing distractions, the “stuff” I accumulate seems to be growing no matter how hard I try to get rid of and to remove distractions.
Perhaps in the broader sense of the word, I’m really not a minimalist, just someone who is play acting at being one! My home is an eclectic mix of pieces I love, both modern and antiques. My ex used to call them dust catchers. Then again, what does he know?!!
Clutter gives me a sense of comfort. Not the kind that just takes up space but the kind that holds memories, momentoes that speak of a certain time and place, and just things that I love looking at. A girlfriend recently pointed to a glass apple on the fireplace mantel and said, “I really love that! Where did you get it?” I pointed out that it lights up and is a great addition during Christmastime. She was impressed.
I think I’m a collector of sorts. As such, it is hard to be a minimalist! When something catches my eye, I buy it and it takes up space and gathers “dust” if you want to call it that.
To answer your question, I don’t think I’m a minimalist in the true sense of the word. At times yes and often I’m NOT!
This one felt like it was straight out of a movie. Which one? I don’t know and I don’t care. It just felt like it was.
It happened when I was 16, just coming out of my tomboy phase. I had traded in my faded shorts, my dirty cap, and my mud-caked feet for a dress, freshly washed hair, and had slipped my feet into sandals or rather shoes! It was the time when the first boy asked me out on a date. We went out on our first date and it was all very innocent and nothing much happened. He bought me an ice cream after the show and his dad drove us back in his Rolls Royce! Yes, a rich kid and good-looking to boot!
Next was a dance. My first one. I was a late bloomer! It was held out in the open under the summer sky. The night was warm and I had been working as a temp at this company during the school holidays. They had a summer fest with all the works and I went with some friends because there was going to be music and dancing under the stars. I simply went along because I had nothing better to do.
Standing to the side, I watched as people gathered in the middle and started moving to the music. Then I noticed this Chinese guy, I was in Asia at the time. He was standing next to a tall, reddish-blond, good-looking guy and their eyes were trained in our direction. Then they walked over and the Chinese guy introduced this other guy and he held out his hand. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole! This was all new to me. He walked me to the middle of the dance floor and we started dancing. Did I tell you he was gorgeous?!! He was. Then the music slowed and he held me close as we moved. I had my face next to his and all I could think was, “Man, he smells good!” I can’t remember the song we danced to but it was dreamy.
We went for a walk afterwards with my girlfriends in tow! Turned out he was from California, a manager, and was visiting for a short time. All I can say is that he had only eyes for me that evening and stuck close to me.
What happened? Bummer! I can’t recall. We didn’t kiss. My first kiss came much later. He did hold my hand which sent my heartbeat skyrocketing. I had stars in my eyes and I think he did too. It was the perfect boy meets girl moment. The “Notebook” variety. I remember the dance, the moving close together, the talk afterwards but I don’t think we ever went out or had anything more.
I was too young and innocent and he was much older for one thing. It was an experience that is deeply etched in my mind simply because something was waking inside of me and it felt good at the time.
I’ll do one better than a photo. Painting pictures with words is my thing so let’s see how I do with this Daily Prompt.
The thunderstorms have moved in after days of really hot and sticky weather. The rain is a welcome change but not the lightning and thunder. I never liked them. Anyway, I waited until it let up and took off to the fields just to get a glimpse of what it looked like after the rain.
Not much to see and nothing eye-catching to describe. The animals have gone into hiding much like my three cats are doing back home. Even the hardy crows who are out there in any kind of weather have taken refuge somewhere. It is quiet, too quiet. The calm before the storm? More is on the way it seems and the rain should be with us for the next several days. I’m not complaining!
The sky has cleared up a little but there are dark clouds on the horizon. No movement anywhere so the peace and calm is mesmerizing. I love it! The trees are swaying in the wind. The grass is an emerald green thanks to the dung they’ve been receiving. The farmers do a great job of keeping the fields in tip-top form. The apple trees have finished blooming and are wearing their bright summer wear of green. The mountains in the distance are shrouded in clouds and are barely visible today but I know they are there. The cool air is a welcome change and as I walk my mind is searching. I’m not sure what it is looking for but I’m sure it has something up its sleeve.
The rocky pathway is a little muddy and slippery in places as I pick my way through stepping lightly. It seems nature is bracing for another deluge and the unusual quiet is a precursor of things to come. Nothing much has changed here except for the fact that the fields have had a really good wash today and are looking like a wet rat after a bath!
I hope I captured it perfectly!
