Recently my friend Jennifer posted a question on her facebook page, "If you could go back and tell your teenage self anything at all, what would it be?" I loved the responses to that question. One of the responses I liked most is, "Don't worry about what the popular kids think, because most of them grow up to be uninteresting anyway." Now I'm sure that's a little bit of an exagaration, but it is true that kids worry way to much about what other people think of them. If there is one thing I have learned from going to the few High School reunions that I've been able to get to, is that the people I enjoyed talking to most (at the reunion) , are really the people I knew least in High School. It is so cool to see how people blossom and grow. High school is a tough gig. There is enormous pressure to fit in. Pressure to blend will always be there in life, being yourself is the true test of character. High School is a mere blip on the radar my young friends. Many of the people who don't "fit in" now, grow up to be some of the coolest people you could know.
Every woman has things in her life she is willing to pay for, and things she feels like she can and should do herself. My list is generally a little different than most women I think. My sister would tell you it is because I think I can do things better than other people, hee , hee ... she thinks I am a bit on the controlling side. I cut my own hair, do my own hair color, do my own facials, make jewelry, that sort of thing. I will admit, it is a rare occasion that I pay hundreds of dollars for a color and cut, and walk out feeling amazing. I am almost always disappointed in the result. I get a manicure & pedicure, and always regret the color choice- or see smudges. It just makes me mad to pay a lot of money for mediocre results. (I can get mediocre results myself!) One thing I definitely am willing to pay for, that I easily admit I am the worst at, is CLEANING MY HOUSE!! I really hate it. I love the calm and peace that comes with the clean, well organized home. I thri...
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