Today, rushed to go to the bank hoping that I would make it, unlike before when I had arrived only to find the steel frame doors rolling down on my sorry face despite it was not closing time for banks already.
I was there already but things ended up quite sadly for me on the customer service front.
I was hoping to get the attention of the teller; yes she was “talking” to me and answering my pre-prepared questions, but most of her life was kidnapped by the ninja computer screen, while the mouse was saying, “I wonder if you know how they live in Tokyo? If you seen it then you mean it, then you know you have to go… Fast and furious click… click… click…. Fast and furious click… click… click….”
The whole time she never even looked up to see into my bright eyes (yeah, why not?). And so even though I personally was kind of offended, I saved the explosives for never. And instead I squeaked one rather awkward “Okay, thanks…” towards the teller’s apparition that was an arm’s stretch away from my own presence.
Marching home I told myself “I’d bake some cookies tonight” (meaning: I’m not ever going to see banks with yellow logos again) and then some, “Well, just means something good is going to come out of this” (instead of blabbering in the line of you-don’t-effing-know-who-you’re-effing-dealing-with-here-lady).
And I thought about the post I found the other day about mastering your emotions. Maybe everyone’s having a tough day today?
“If I feel depressed I will sing. If I feel sad I will laugh. If I feel ill I will double my labor. If I feel fear I will plunge ahead. If I feel inferior I will wear new garments. If I feel uncertain I will raise my voice. If I feel poverty I will think of wealth to come. If I feel incompetent I will think of past success. If I feel insignificant I will remember my goals. Today I will be the master of my emotions.”
That was said by Og Mandino. My little brother was initially named Og in the first few months of his babyhood, until our family decided to change it to a three-letter nickname; because one of my parents liked Og Mandino’s books before.
And also, I tried to refer back to the Sculptor’s Attitude poem which is found in the previous post to help make me get back on track and recover completely from such negative encounter earlier. Our job is to choose what kind of day we are going to have. Have a GREAT rest of the day!
I woke up early today, excited over all I get to do before the clock strikes midnight. I have responsibilities to fulfill today. I am important. My job is to choose what kind of day I am going to have.
Today I can complain because the weather is rainy or I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.
Today I can feel sad that I don’t have more money or I can be glad that my finances encourage me to plan my purchases wisely and guide me away from waste.
Today I can grumble about my health or I can rejoice that I am alive.
Today I can lament over all that my parents didn’t give me when I was growing up or I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.
Today I can cry because roses have thorns or I can celebrate that thorns have roses.
Today I can mourn my lack of friends or I can excitedly embark upon a quest to discover new relationships.
Today I can whine because I have to go to work or I can shout for joy because I have a job to do.
Today I can complain because I have to go to school or eagerly open my mind and fill it with rich new tidbits of knowledge.
Today I can murmur dejectedly because I have to do housework or I can feel honored because the Lord has provided shelter for my mind, body and soul.
Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped. And here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the shaping.
What today will be like is up to me. I get to choose what kind of day I will have!
Have a GREAT DAY! Unless you have other plans.
You know there’s an awkward moment wherein you are so excited inside of you because of some joyful news like you did something successful or a well-deserved raise for example, and then you just explode with too much happiness which extends out to you doing something really silly – you jump up and down, your hands waving in the air as if you were drowning but then your face so bright with glee and maybe you were unsuccessful at muffling a scream that it managed to escape for a few mini-seconds…
And then friends (in this case, false friends) would look at you as if questioning your sanity and act surprised at the whole idea of you so excited and all. That is really kind of awkward – it’s either they probably haven’t felt the same kind of surge of positive emotion before and would rather focus on your “strange behavior”; or that they probably making an effort to ignore your joy as they are quite content in their dark side of the world.
#Bitterness #Awkwardness #IDGAF #Moving on #Carry on #False Friends Galore #Insanity #Bipolar/hypomaniac/ADD/ADHD.
Wow, the hashtags above… just realised I could make into a hip-hop-rap-break-it-down song!!!
I would like a home office with skylights such as the one in the photo above.
Now I become myself. It’s taken
Time, many years and places;
I have been dissolved and shaken,
Worn other people’s faces,
Run madly, as if Time were there,
Terribly old, crying a warning,
“Hurry, you will be dead before–”
(What? Before you reach the morning?
Or the end of the poem is clear?
Or love safe in the walled city?)
Now to stand still, to be here,
Feel my own weight and density!
The black shadow on the paper
Is my hand; the shadow of a word
As thought shapes the shaper
Falls heavy on the page, is heard.
All fuses now, falls into place
From wish to action, word to silence,
My work, my love, my time, my face
Gathered into one intense
Gesture of growing like a plant.
As slowly as the ripening fruit
Fertile, detached, and always spent,
Falls but does not exhaust the root,
So all the poem is, can give,
Grows in me to become the song,
Made so and rooted by love.
Now there is time and Time is young.
O, in this single hour I live
All of myself and do not move.
I, the pursued, who madly ran,
Stand still, stand still, and stop the sun!
“Success is simple once you accept how difficult it is, and how much effort, honesty, responsibility, long-range planning, creativity, intensity, discipline, thought and control the process is going to take. I’m not saying it is easy. And it is not going to happen overnight. But once you accept how difficult it is then will you have the right mindset to succeed.
You can give in to the failure messages and be a bitter deadbeat of excuses. Or you can choose to be happy and positive and excited about life.
Success seems to be connected with action. Successful people keep moving. They make mistakes, but they don’t quit.
If you fall “off the wagon”, cut your losses, don’t worry about it, and get right back on track. Immediately. It’s minor damage that can be dealt with.
Look at every new day as an opportunity to be better than yesterday. And a chance to learn something new that will make you better and get you more results. Don’t look back with regret about mistakes that were made yesterday, there’s nothing you can do about yesterday’s decisions. Just FOCUS on what you can do today.
Everything you do takes you closer to OR farther away from your goals. Think about that before each and every decision you make.”