"Just Being Me"

I think we as women deserve a Mental Health Day at least once a month and on a Monday..A desire to be in charge of our own lives, a need for control, is born in each of us. It is essential to our mental health, and our success, that we take control.The key to both mental and physical health is not to mourn the past, anticipate trouble, or worry about the future; but to live in the present moment wisely and earnestly.A day to visit ourselves..There are two kinds of satisfaction or happiness:  one mainly through mental peace;  another physical comfort. They say Stress is nothing more than a socially acceptable form of mental illness..hmmmm that maybe true in some form. How I take care of myself mentally, emotionally, and physically is a reflection of my spiritual evolution.. 

The highest form of ignorance is when you reject something you don't know anything about,.Who is to judge one flower to be a weed and another to be a delight? The weed was a delight unto itself before judgment arrived. Now it is rejected, deprived of love and must spread to be noticed..Often times we get hung up on what people are saying about another.We never stop to ask or to get to know a person. and nine times out of 10 we think we are too good for them anyway..There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance.. I think that Fear always springs from ignorance. We allow our ignorance to prevail upon us and make us think we can survive alone, alone in patches, alone in groups, alone in races, even alone in genders.And as Martin Luther King always said...Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity..real talk

We ... tend to evaluate others on the basis of physical, outward appearance: their "good looks," their social status, their family pedigrees, their degrees, or their economic situations. The Lord, however, has a different standard by which he measures a person. When it came time to choose a king to replace King Saul, the Lord gave this criteria to his prophet Samuel .for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the Lord looketh on the heart.Our true beauty is defined by our soul; our appearance is just a camouflage we use to hide our true beauty, our true identity..I still give importance to appearance, although I came across some idiots very well dressed..I think I am one of those who can manage not to take on a completely different appearance under their own glance.Our lives are filled with doorways. We call them transitions. They each take us to a new adventures. Some doorways appear to hold us back but when we later remember them, we find that they actually moved us f...

We must be our own before we can be another's. All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was.  I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory.  I was naïve.  I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer.  It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with:  that I am nobody but myself. We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves. It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.Learn to... be what you are, and learn to resign with a good grace all that you are not..The question still remains in my head from time to time, Am I  intelligent enough to understand myself?

Age is a number which puts us in chronological order of time.  Age does not have to dictate how old we feel or act.I do not feel any age yet. There is no age to the spirit. I am sitting here in my Kitchen looking out the window, not looking at anything in particular.. the birds, ducks leaves falling, my 5 yr old granddaughter reminded me to look at the leaves changing colors.  While i was sitting in the chair, I am aware that 3 other chairs is empty. I thought back when one was not empty a friend use to sit there. It crosses my mind everytime i sit there, that how is it two people can be so different. I mean our lives took off in a whole other direction.what a difference 30 yrs makes. I had known him when i was in my twenties, we broke up and never to look back untill 3 yrs ago i called him up..thinking that we can catch up and pick up where we left off. but people change and so the thier way of living. He had a head full of gray hair..he didnt look hi...

Can you relate to that statement? Is it true? I most def can't relate to people with millions. Can I relate to the poor? Yes I can, even though at the time I didnt no the definition of poor, I was too young to know that we was scaping the bottom of the barrel. Yea there was some who had more food, better clothes, We ate free lunch, back then that was being poor. How do you think i felt when i heard somebody say, my mama gave your mama that dress for you to wear. I hate because i can remember the tinest little details of every inch of my life..Can i relate to people with millions? No!! never had anything remotely close to a million. People with millions only hang with people with millions or more. They never go outside thier cirlce of friends.  So how do you expect to be friends..You have to already have been friends before you can get to that stage.Does equal means financially? or does it means Physically, emotionally, really its hard to tell what it means or how you ente...

My mind tells me to give up, but my heart won't let me...Everybody knows that feeling right? Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with those who are reckless with yours. You're meant to have whatever your heart desires. Whatever your heart wants that much is already a part of you. but The less you open your heart to others, the more your heart suffers. This we know is true.If your head tells you one thing and your heart tells you another, before you do anything, you should first decide whether you have a better head or a better heart..I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.