Good evening! And what a good evening it is. I moved back home on Monday and have been job hunting - let me know if you find any offers! - and today's search felt successful. Wish this little working girl luck!
After a weeklong hiatus from my beloved blog, I have found a lovely poem to share with you all. Upon rifling through mountains of old notebooks and papers that were stuffed high up in my closet, I came across a rumpled sheet of white paper with no more than a third of the page filled with small type. Where this little treasure originated from, I haven't the faintest idea. But it's inspiring! And I couldn't agree with it more! Pay attention.
"Be Yourself" by Jules Feiffer
Ever since I was a little kid I didn't want to be me. I wanted to be Billie Widdledon and Billie Widdledon didn't even like me. I walked like "he" walked...I talked like "he" talked...I signed up for the high school "he" signed up for.
Which was when Widdledon changed. He began to hang around Herby Vandeman...he mixed me up! I began to walk and talk like Billie Widdledon walking and talking like Herby Vandeman. And then it dawned on me that Herby Vandeman walked and talked like Joey Haverlin and Joey Haverlin walked and talked like Corky Sabison...
So here I am walking and talking like Billie Widdledon's imitation of Herby Vandeman's version of Joey Haverlin trying to walk and talk like Corky Sabison.
And who do you think Corky Sabison is always walking and talking like? Of all people - Dopey Wellington...THAT little pest who walks and talks like ME!
The moral of the story is, it's okay to have a hero. But if you're constantly aiming to mold yourself after that person, you lose yourself. You're bound to discover that your ideal is simply a copy of somebody else's ideal. It's a dumb old chicken-or-egg scenario, and without individuality the cycle is inescapable. We're all different for so many reasons! If we were all the same, we'd be darn useless. And abhorrently drab. Find a reason that you're different than someone you look up to. Why does it make you outstanding? To get you started, here's one of mine.
I admire my dear mother for thousands of things. It's not a fact I hide, and I could go on and on about her. A gift that I have is the ability to see situations from a clear, unbiased perspective and subsequently offer diplomatic advice on how to set things straight. Mama, while undeniably wise and unwaveringly faithful, can get so focused on details that she can't see the whole picture. The beauty of the scheme is that I get her out of her own head and she catches vital specks of information that I miss. We work together to solve problems because we balance each other out. See how nice?
Today, find your gift. Be grateful for it and hold on to it tight. You're an excellent person all on your very lonesome, and there is not one being save for God who you ought to strive to exemplify in entirety. Start trends! Make waves! Just remember to be humble. I believe in you!
After a weeklong hiatus from my beloved blog, I have found a lovely poem to share with you all. Upon rifling through mountains of old notebooks and papers that were stuffed high up in my closet, I came across a rumpled sheet of white paper with no more than a third of the page filled with small type. Where this little treasure originated from, I haven't the faintest idea. But it's inspiring! And I couldn't agree with it more! Pay attention.
"Be Yourself" by Jules Feiffer
Ever since I was a little kid I didn't want to be me. I wanted to be Billie Widdledon and Billie Widdledon didn't even like me. I walked like "he" walked...I talked like "he" talked...I signed up for the high school "he" signed up for.
Which was when Widdledon changed. He began to hang around Herby Vandeman...he mixed me up! I began to walk and talk like Billie Widdledon walking and talking like Herby Vandeman. And then it dawned on me that Herby Vandeman walked and talked like Joey Haverlin and Joey Haverlin walked and talked like Corky Sabison...
So here I am walking and talking like Billie Widdledon's imitation of Herby Vandeman's version of Joey Haverlin trying to walk and talk like Corky Sabison.
And who do you think Corky Sabison is always walking and talking like? Of all people - Dopey Wellington...THAT little pest who walks and talks like ME!
The moral of the story is, it's okay to have a hero. But if you're constantly aiming to mold yourself after that person, you lose yourself. You're bound to discover that your ideal is simply a copy of somebody else's ideal. It's a dumb old chicken-or-egg scenario, and without individuality the cycle is inescapable. We're all different for so many reasons! If we were all the same, we'd be darn useless. And abhorrently drab. Find a reason that you're different than someone you look up to. Why does it make you outstanding? To get you started, here's one of mine.
I admire my dear mother for thousands of things. It's not a fact I hide, and I could go on and on about her. A gift that I have is the ability to see situations from a clear, unbiased perspective and subsequently offer diplomatic advice on how to set things straight. Mama, while undeniably wise and unwaveringly faithful, can get so focused on details that she can't see the whole picture. The beauty of the scheme is that I get her out of her own head and she catches vital specks of information that I miss. We work together to solve problems because we balance each other out. See how nice?
Today, find your gift. Be grateful for it and hold on to it tight. You're an excellent person all on your very lonesome, and there is not one being save for God who you ought to strive to exemplify in entirety. Start trends! Make waves! Just remember to be humble. I believe in you!
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Try some statement sunglasses. Wink. Wink.
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Happy trendsetting!
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