Jade's advice for the day:
Speak, and you won't be forgotten.
( In other words, you won't be lost in a field of forget-me-nots.) 
Showing posts with label positive thinking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label positive thinking. Show all posts
Monday, April 18, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Peace
Inner peace, I always thought, is feeling, well... peaceful. Shoulders slackened, eyes heavy, while in a perfect yoga pose. Well, not the last one, but you get what I mean. I've always thought that inner peace was only possible if your mind was blank. But that's impossible. That's what I've learned this weekend. Inner peace (in, ahem, Jade translation) is being able to still feel happy even through the chaos in life, and to be able to laugh even when inside you're a little weak. Being able to cope through this, I think, is inner peace. So now, my goal is to be able to take in the small things and not fall apart. Now, inner peace (or peace at all) doesn't so bad. Or scary and intimidating. Doesn't peace sometimes make you feel like that? Pressured to never mess up?
I always feel like I'm going to meet this incredible person, someone that will turn my world upside down, and change my point of view and outlook on life. But really, how often does that happen? So now, I'm not going to think about this need of someone that I can tell things to. Not at all. Instead, I'm going to let the universe, or whatever else is out there, take my tiny problem into its hands instead of balancing all my worries on my own. What will be, will be. What won't, won't. And I'm almost positive that that is inner peace.
(Have any suggestions for an upbeat post? Maybe I'll add some inspiring arts-y pics, or tell you random funny things about myself or inspiring things. I dunno. I need input. Thanks!)
I always feel like I'm going to meet this incredible person, someone that will turn my world upside down, and change my point of view and outlook on life. But really, how often does that happen? So now, I'm not going to think about this need of someone that I can tell things to. Not at all. Instead, I'm going to let the universe, or whatever else is out there, take my tiny problem into its hands instead of balancing all my worries on my own. What will be, will be. What won't, won't. And I'm almost positive that that is inner peace. (Have any suggestions for an upbeat post? Maybe I'll add some inspiring arts-y pics, or tell you random funny things about myself or inspiring things. I dunno. I need input. Thanks!)
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Chamelean
The people I most love in my life are the people that I've originally hated when I first met them (not counting family, I love them always!). Weird, but true.
It happens when someone's bold, or laughing in front of me when I think they're laughing at me. Or if I think they're in love with themselves. And then afterwards, when I'm thinking about it later... I realize how wrong I am. Because that boldness? That's confidence. And the laughing? They're actually incredibly funny, so much that you have to keep yourself from laughing at everything that comes out of their mouths. And being in love with yourself... well, they have amazing self-esteem, so much they're willing to wear their hearts on their sleeves, and say what needs to be said. When I think about all of this, I start to think about how wrong I can be about someone. What do you know? Someone I first meet that I think is annoying... actually becomes one of my best friends :) My personality is somewhat like Remy from This Lullaby in a way... without the boldness (ha, ha). So far, I've misjudged (counts on fingers) at least nine people that I can think of right now. And here I am, always talking about judging people being a bad thing, when I do it all the time (hides face in shame). Have you ever misjudged someone as a bad person, when it turns out that they're really good?
Monday, January 3, 2011
Jade's Envelope
I think I talked about that feeling you get when you want to shout "Eureka! Eureka!" before in one of my oldest posts, titled Dream House. If you want to get the gist of it, you should go to June, and it should be there.
...But anyway...
I got that feeling again, that spark of inspiration, actually, when I was turning on my computer. So here I go.
People always talk about New Year's Resolutions, and how they would like to make a major impact on their lives during this year (like always). But, be real with me, how many things do you actually accomplish in the course of one year? I mean, those goals? *Crickets* Yeah. That's what I thought. So why not record those so-called etched in stone goals of yours?
That's what I'm going to do this year, hence the title. Here's the rules that I'm going to set for myself:
Write your goals on scraps of paper, inspiration, and anything else that comes to mind.
No peeking at your old scraps of paper till next year! 2012 (ooooh, Dooms Day, ha, yeah right).
Try to accomplish as many of your goals as possible.
Write a note to yourself every month, the little bits of info, like, favorite song at the moment, obsessions, stuff like that.
DON'T. SHOW. ANYONE.
And that's it.
...But anyway...
I got that feeling again, that spark of inspiration, actually, when I was turning on my computer. So here I go.
People always talk about New Year's Resolutions, and how they would like to make a major impact on their lives during this year (like always). But, be real with me, how many things do you actually accomplish in the course of one year? I mean, those goals? *Crickets* Yeah. That's what I thought. So why not record those so-called etched in stone goals of yours?
That's what I'm going to do this year, hence the title. Here's the rules that I'm going to set for myself:
Write your goals on scraps of paper, inspiration, and anything else that comes to mind.No peeking at your old scraps of paper till next year! 2012 (ooooh, Dooms Day, ha, yeah right).
Try to accomplish as many of your goals as possible.
Write a note to yourself every month, the little bits of info, like, favorite song at the moment, obsessions, stuff like that.
DON'T. SHOW. ANYONE.
And that's it.
I might post pictures of this soon. It's a work in progress, I guess.
*ALSO* A must-read book is "Loser/Queen" by Jodi Lynn Anderson. Just trust me on this. Don't even read the back. Just buy it. Sad, but soooo good. That's all.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
8/26/09
Last year, I got this calendar. It's the paper kind that you see in offices with little notes under the date written all over the place. So it was on sale for a dollar at the store, and my mom asked me if I wanted to get it. At first, I had no clue what to do with it, but for some odd reason, I said yes, and I bought it, took it home, and found out that it didn't fit on my desk. Great. So then I decided to stuff it underneath my bed, and write what happened underneath the date, everyday. So I did. And now I am completely addicted.
It's a lot easier and less sappy than a diary, with still something to say, you know? And it's a lot quicker, and takes just three minutes to jot something- anything that you thought was funny or horrible -down. All this time I've been writing, I haven't even looked over what I had been writing for almost a year in tiny boxes. And the first date I read was today, a year ago.
It's odd reading something from a year ago, on the exact date, still someone you've yet to come. I've always wondered to myself, Gee, I wonder what I was doing on this exact date, identical time, three years ago. And let me tell you, reading it gave me the chills. Almost like looking in the mirror, and seeing yourself, but with a mask on. You can see all the flaws, the differences, and all the mistakes. It's creepy.
If I could go back in time, I would have told myself this: Stop worrying about all the small things. Just look in the mirror. I mean, really, look. You're beautiful, stop changing yourself. Popularity and pretty faces and brands aren't everything, actually, they're nothing. You should think more about the good things about yourself, instead of tearing everything apart, trying to morph into something you're not, and never will be. Just live. Say yes when he asks you out with that pleading look in his blue eyes, leave your hair alone, and open your eyes. Open them, look around for a minute. It's a really beautiful place.
But I can't tell myself this. I can only warn myself now.
Today may have been average, typical, boring, but someday you'll look back on it and smile for what it was.
It's a lot easier and less sappy than a diary, with still something to say, you know? And it's a lot quicker, and takes just three minutes to jot something- anything that you thought was funny or horrible -down. All this time I've been writing, I haven't even looked over what I had been writing for almost a year in tiny boxes. And the first date I read was today, a year ago.
It's odd reading something from a year ago, on the exact date, still someone you've yet to come. I've always wondered to myself, Gee, I wonder what I was doing on this exact date, identical time, three years ago. And let me tell you, reading it gave me the chills. Almost like looking in the mirror, and seeing yourself, but with a mask on. You can see all the flaws, the differences, and all the mistakes. It's creepy.
If I could go back in time, I would have told myself this: Stop worrying about all the small things. Just look in the mirror. I mean, really, look. You're beautiful, stop changing yourself. Popularity and pretty faces and brands aren't everything, actually, they're nothing. You should think more about the good things about yourself, instead of tearing everything apart, trying to morph into something you're not, and never will be. Just live. Say yes when he asks you out with that pleading look in his blue eyes, leave your hair alone, and open your eyes. Open them, look around for a minute. It's a really beautiful place.But I can't tell myself this. I can only warn myself now.
Today may have been average, typical, boring, but someday you'll look back on it and smile for what it was.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Everchanging
Even when it feels as if the clock never ticks faster, and it's always winter, just remember that there's always a spring waiting for you around the corner. Things will feel better soon. Just remember that.They will. I promise.
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