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You can have all the [dating] criteria and standards in the world, but what you draw to you is what you are. If you’re not abundant in love and self-esteem and self-respect and self-worth in [your heart], you’re not going to draw somebody that’s the same way.
Iyanla Vanzant (via wordsnquotes)
To Love is an Adventure
"To love would be an awfully big adventure" -J.M. Barrie
I’ve always told myself I’ve craved and pursued adventure. Recently, I’m realizing my definition of adventure is rather limited.
The adventure of loving, as well as allowing myself to dream and desire, is the scariest adventure of all—sometimes I’m afraid I won’t really start it. Disappointment and fear keep me chained to the ground; whenever I start to pursue this path of vulnerability, it seems like my chains remind me of past hurts and pull me backwards.
But then I thought about my trip to the Grand Canyon. I remember walking along the edge of the ridiculous canyon, thinking of how beautiful and enormous it was.I took it in with my eyes and soaked it in by standing at the edge.
But that wasn’t enough for me. I didn’t want to just stare at it-I wanted to explore it! To be a part of it it.
I remember the feeling of exhilaration as my Dad and I hiked down the canyon. I remember my Chacos being caked with mud, my face covered in dust, and my legs being sore the whole next day. But I didn’t care. It was beautiful and I got to experience the fullness of that beauty.
So why am I frozen in fear, looking out at the possibility of adventures in pursuing love and dreams, but never really taking the steps to fly?
Maybe if I stare long enough, I will get fidgety and finally move.
But probably not. I think my will for control is too strong sometimes. I think I need Something stronger to encourage me to loosen those chains. I think what I need is a nudge. A new experience that says to myself, “yes, I love you and I am for you. I will not let you down, nor will I abandon you. I care about your heart and it’s worth protecting. But you have to trust Me. You have to let go and see that My way really is better. If not, you will stay where you’re at. And Bridge, while I love you wherever you’re at, that’s no adventure! Be still, so I can do My thing in your heart. So I can speak..So I can move. Just be still.”
Or something like that..
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”
C.S. Lewis
She refused to be bored, chiefly because she wasn’t boring.
— Zelda Fitzgerald (via brookemcc)
Why was Santa's little helper depressed?
...because he had low elf esteem.
Ho Ho Ho..HA!
Please diregard the name of the video...Haa...but really, the message is so full of Truth
i am beautiful.
Today I choose what I will believe... Though the world may find it hard to conceive
"She cannot be beautiful", they will say "for flaw after flaw is on her display"
In their eyes, I don't amount to much in their minds, they think I bluff.
Yet now I see their scale is unfair Now I choose to simply not care
With great immaturity and vain, they value what will rot For far too long, i've given in and not fought
No. I will not believe I'm defined by my weight No! I will not claim my looks determine my fate NO! I will not scrutinize my body with hate
I am more than what society seems to perceive I am more than the photo-shopped bodies on TV
I am a light that empowers others I am encouragement to my sisters and brothers
I am a daughter of the Most High King I am the beloved-in His love I sing!
By these truths I am forever defined To the culture's lies I am no longer confined
You can judge me or join me, I couldn't care less For I am beautiful, and can finally rest.
Weird video...but powerful song...and voice.
So I'm in L.A....and have seen this billboard twice in about a minute. It reads..."Freedom is....losing the weight"
Interesting. Yet false. What a disappointing definition of freedom.
J.K. Rowling speaks the truth.
So, being the huge Harry Potter fan that I am, it should be expected that I browse J.k. Rolwing’s official website every now and then.
Just read this:
For Girls Only, Probably…
Being thin. Probably not a subject that you ever expected to read about on this website, but my recent trip to London got me thinking… It started in the car on the way to Leavesden film studios. I whiled away part of the journey reading a magazine that featured several glossy photographs of a very young woman who is either seriously ill or suffering from an eating disorder (which is, of course, the same thing); anyway, there is no other explanation for the shape of her body. She can talk about eating absolutely loads, being terribly busy and having the world’s fastest metabolism until her tongue drops off (hooray! Another couple of ounces gone!), but her concave stomach, protruding ribs and stick-like arms tell a different story. This girl needs help, but, the world being what it is, they’re sticking her on magazine covers instead. All this passed through my mind as I read the interview, then I threw the horrible thing aside. But blow me down if the subject of girls and thinness didn’t crop up shortly after I got out of the car. I was talking to one of the actors and, somehow or other, we got onto the subject of a girl he knows (not any of the Potter actresses – somebody from his life beyond the films) who had been dubbed ‘fat’ by certain charming classmates. (Could they possibly be jealous that she knows the boy in question? Surely not!) 'But,' said the actor, in honest perplexity, 'she is really not fat.' ‘“Fat” is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her,’ I said; I could remember it happening when I was at school, and witnessing it among the teenagers I used to teach. Nevertheless, I could see that to him, a well-adjusted male, it was utterly bizarre behaviour, like yelling ‘thicko!’ at Stephen Hawking. His bemusement at this everyday feature of female existence reminded me how strange and sick the ‘fat’ insult is. I mean, is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I’m not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brain… I went to the British Book Awards that evening. After the award ceremony I bumped into a woman I hadn’t seen for nearly three years. The first thing she said to me? ‘You’ve lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!’ 'Well,' I said, slightly nonplussed, 'the last time you saw me I'd just had a baby.' What I felt like saying was, ‘I’ve produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Aren’t either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?’ But no – my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate! So the issue of size and women was (ha, ha) weighing on my mind as I flew home to Edinburgh the next day. Once up in the air, I opened a newspaper and my eyes fell, immediately, on an article about the pop star Pink. Her latest single, ‘Stupid Girls’, is the antidote-anthem for everything I had been thinking about women and thinness. ‘Stupid Girls’ satirises the talking toothpicks held up to girls as role models: those celebrities whose greatest achievement is un-chipped nail polish, whose only aspiration seems to be getting photographed in a different outfit nine times a day, whose only function in the world appears to be supporting the trade in overpriced handbags and rat-sized dogs. Maybe all this seems funny, or trivial, but it’s really not. It’s about what girls want to be, what they’re told they should be, and how they feel about who they are. I’ve got two daughters who will have to make their way in this skinny-obsessed world, and it worries me, because I don’t want them to be empty-headed, self-obsessed, emaciated clones; I’d rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before ‘thin’. And frankly, I’d rather they didn’t give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons. Let them never be Stupid Girls. Rant over.
http://www.jkrowling.com/textonly/en/extrastuff_view.cfm?id=22
Bravo J.K, Bravo.
