Standing ab workout
These are a great workouts if you are like me and hate getting on the floor!
Glorious time & again…
It has been ridiculous having a battle rage in my head on what to do and what to say. I have been drowning myself in textbooks to try and alleviate the pressure.
It is absolutely helping the present… but I cannot help but think it might be stunting my growth in other areas of life.
Twenty-Twelve
Last year was a year of difficulty and of challenges. I know this year will be much the same but one thing is and will be different.
I met a man last year. This man has changed my views on quite a few things. He has given me much reason to contemplate about a million viewpoints on a million and a half topics. However one topic has been on the fore front of my mind and this topic is the man himself.
And because of certain questions I have gotten from family and friends on the topic of this man: Yes, he has his baggage but I have my own. Either way baggage is irrelevant to me. I have always held the belief that everyone has some sort of baggage but the true character of an individual is demonstrated by how they carry it.
The thing that has be weighing on me heavily is love. When is it okay for you to say it? How exactly should someone say it? Should it even be said?
We had a discussion a month or so ago. I was upset terribly and amidst the hurt I said, ‘I all but love you.’ Words that to me make absolute sense because I felt it. ‘All but love you’ means that on more than one occasion I started to say those words during a conversation, piqued by some nuance of personality demonstrated by my object of affection. Started to say but was quickly snubbed by fear, uncertainty, and (I will admit it) cowardice.
Still, at this point I know it to be true. I know I love him. Talking with him even about nonsense makes me smile, having him by my side makes me ecstatic, and being able to put my arms around him makes my heart scream. When we are together I feel nothing but joy in my soul and it is a joy I have not known in…. far too long to recount.
I don’t know if I should say it though. And it doesn’t have to do with the prideful ‘what if he doesn’t say it back’ notion many seem to have. My hesitation comes from the fear that he might say it and not mean it. Indeed a much bigger tragedy than a slightly bruised ego from the lack of the typical response to such a statement of adoration.
I have realized through this month of contemplation on the subject of love, that I do love him. I don’t know when to say it. I don’t know how to say it. I only know this….
To me there is no other man out there that I want to give my love to more than him and there is no other heart I want to be in than within his.
‘Giving up doesn’t always mean you’re weak, sometimes it means you are strong enough and smart enough to let go.’
When I went down into the basement at the party, he was down there. I was standing so close to him I could smell his colon.
If she’s amazing, she won’t be easy. If she’s easy, she won’t be amazing. If she’s worth it, you won’t give up. If you give up, you’re not worthy.
Crepuscular Rays
glorious words…
New favorite:
The Yaghan word mamihlapinatapai.
It describes “a look shared by two people with each wishing that the other will initiate something that they both desire but which neither one wants to start.”
It is listed as the most succinct word by the Guinness Book of World Records (1993).
Generational suffixes
Sammy Davis Jr. was the son of Sammy Davis Sr.
Anonymous asked: Why aren't you good enough to make yourself happy?
I just don’t know why to be honest. I ask myself that all the time.
