Various bits of information, picked up here and there, have turned my thoughts inward. The weather has been miserably hot, which does not help my thinking. The hormones have also been out of control for far longer than usual. Hate that.
Television programs have made me think maybe it would be cool to see my Holiday, USA series on something like the Hallmark channel.
Blogs have given me insights into my struggles.
Books have give me different perspectives.
Social media is a circus, every day. It’s easier to laugh than cry when there’s nothing within my power to change so many things.
Sometimes, it isn’t too late to be who you want to be, and sometimes it is.
I think the biggest lie we tell child is that they can be whatever they want to be. A four-foot woman will never be an NBA star. Ever. Really. Someone the size of Shaquille O’Neal will never be a jockey in the Kentucky Derby. Ever. In fact, he can’t even be a race car driver. He’s too big. He visited Dale Earnhardt, Jr, at the track. They had to customize the car for Shaq to even get in it.
Wouldn’t it be better to ask a child what they want to be and then help them learn what they need to do to become it?
Too many people ask general questions without any intention of following through on the inquiry.
“How are you?” Most people don’t really want to know. They use the phrase interchangeably with “Hello.”
Sometimes “Fine” means fine. Sometimes “Fine” means I really don’t want to explain how upside my world is, and saying “Fine” makes one thing in my life simple. And sometimes, it’s simply a lie because we’ve all been taught to lie.
The toughest thing to learn in life is truth. It’s inconvenient. It’s uncomfortable. It’s complicated and simple at the same time. It doesn’t bend. What we don’t grasp is that we never bend or crush the truth; we break ourselves against it.