It’s a hard pill to swallow when you realize you can’t change anyone, all you can do is change your attitude and yourself.
I grew up always saying “please” and “thank you”, and always felt the deep importance of showing gratitude toward someone. No one has to do a damn thing for you, sometimes they just choose to. It really bothers me (to the point of absurdity) when people don’t show gratitude, especially when you’ve put a lot of time into something for them that you didn’t have to do.
Being of an artistic nature, I get asked for a lot of favors and it can be overwhelming at times, especially when you’ve only recently developed the hard-learned skill of saying “no” (which definitely can put a damper on friendships. People don’t like hearing “no”, but that’s a whole other topic.)
I’m still learning that I don’t fundamentally deserve gratitude for anything I’ve done, I don’t deserve recognition with every favor.
It’s hard to push down your ego and ask yourself; did you do it out of love, or did you do it because you wanted attention and praise?
Being human means being fundamentally flawed, which means you’re always going to struggle with something.
The hardest part is to remember that everyone else is struggling, too.
Hope you’re having a wonderful weekend! There’s a light at the end of the long winter tunnel; happy spring!!
One of my favorite things NOT to do is to color.
Ironic, isn’t it?
Politics, religion, race and gender all set aside, the one thing all living beings share in life is death.
It’s okay to talk about dying, in fact, it’s a good thing. Talking about death doesn’t bring it any closer, it just helps us to be more prepared and to be grateful for the time we have.
Let’s talk about it.
This afternoon we went to the store to pick up some ingredients for Michael’s famous spinach and artichoke dip (we’re not going anywhere, we’re just being gross and going to eat ALL that cheesy, greasy, delicious goodness ourselves… because SCHNACKS!!)
There’s supposed to be some ice this weekend, maybe a little snow. And in Kentucky, when a storm is coming, there’s this weird thing people around here do; They ALL go to the store, (at the same time) and completely wipe out the entire bread isle, and buy every jug of milk. If you’re unfortunate enough to run out of bread and need some that day, you might luck out and find one smushed package of hot dog buns left. Seriously.
Anyway, everyone was at the store and, I kid you not, everyone was in the parking lot too, drinking beer and hanging out around a fleet of Jeeps. WHERE ARE WE? Thanks Kentucky.
Kentucky’s bipolar when it comes to weather, we’re not sure what’s going down, but it will probably be some gross stuff!
At least everyone can make their bread and milk sandwiches!