6/28/11

true definition

of angel?

back-stabbing heartless cruel and infuriating.

only deserving equally terrible people, yet drawing in higher greater people.

like a leach.

6/18/11

why hello there mr. flute. long time no see.

Confession timeee. After school was out during the month I was back in Beaufort. I touched my flute like 3 times. I feel horrid. Come back to rock hill I was so focused on other stuff I forgot all about my poor flute.

Today is my 4th consecutive day of playing my flute. I feel good.
I missed it. It's so different to play now. I play because I want to not because My grade/school life depends on it. Yes I'm practicing my audition piece but honestly, I'm just enjoying on working on it. Hopefully I'm practicing it correctly. Getting my friend Christine to listen to it and give me some pointers sometime soon.

I never thought about flute as something to dread and need to practice on honestly. Before college it was always fun and challenging but in a good way and I miss that attitude.

This year I want to work on it positively. Ignore all the people who poke and prod at my mistakes. Work on my flute FOR ME. My happiness and escape came from flute in the first place. Who are they to take that enjoyment away from me?

I hope I have the same attitude when classes start...

Here's to a positive summer. and a positive fall semester. Here's to PASSING THEORY AND AURAL WITH A B!!!! Here's to making a change as a musician, and playing with everything I've got. Here's to hopefully making it.

i should

probably stop talking forever.

or at least keep my nose out of things.

i suck at keeping people i think.

ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh

i hatehatehate feeling so depressed.
what's worse?
my best friend is not here in any way shape or form to help me fix it.
it's time to pig out watch sappy movies and cry today. probably need to run as well...

seriously.

I would like to stop caring about the way I look sometime soon here.
Or at least learn to block out and ignore things....

6/16/11

Judgement pt2

Momma Walker sent me this.

Too many of us do it: berate and belittle ourselves until what’s left is simply defeat. Eradicating negative self-talk (from I’m fat to I’m not loveable, from I’m incompetent to I’m stupid) is some of the most important work we can do because it gets us out of our own way and allows us to move from paraylsis to action in our lifes. Several of the first 15 days in Beautiful You guide the reader in identifying and eradicating their negative self-talk. Today, I wanted to share with you why it matters and some steps on how to do it.

The reality is that we manifest what we think. For example, if we think we can never be successful, then we’re not going to become succesful, so it is particularly important that we be extra mindful of what we say to ourselves. Criticizing ourselves is really disempowering so getting a handle on our negative self-talk is the first step to empowering ourselves to realize our full potential.

Recognize it.

These negative loops can become so common that we don’t even recognize that they are playing in our head. The negativity just becomes the soundtrack to our life. So, the first thing you have to do is catch yourself in the act. Raise your level of awareness so that you are tuned in to the racket in your head. Now, you have choices as to how you can respond.

Name it. By this, I mean, literally give that voice in your head a name. You might call it Sally or Edna or Agnes. And when she pipes up next time, put her in her place. Because here is the deal, very rarely is that voice in our head REALLY our voice. It’s our 3rd grade teacher, an old boyfriend, a snippy classmate. It’s rarely our criticism that is playing in our head. When we say “Stop it, Agnes,” we accomplish three things. We stop the negative talk before it goes too far (although any negative self-talk is too far, we remind ourselves that it is not our voice or values speaking, it is someone else’s judgment that we are giving too much room in our thoughts, and we remind ourselves, “I can take care of myself.”

Consider it. Sometimes, there is some truth in what we are noticing, but our negative self-talk had taken our language entirely too far and to a defeating place. Instead, we need to shape our self-awareness in a way that we can grow from it. So, yes, maybe I was impatient with my child but does that mean that I am the worst mother in the world? No, it means that I need to find a solution that works better for us in those sorts of moments: maybe it means that I need to go to bed earlier or have a bit more personal time or give us a little more time to get out of the house in the morning. The point of self-awareness is to empower us in our growth, not defeat us into stagnation.

Shift it. It’s also important for us to have a bigger perspective. So let’s take that earlier parenting example. Yes, maybe you were impatient in that one moment with you son but you’ve also done some pretty amazing things as a mother and those things deserve to be claimed. So, when you are wallowing in what you’ve done wrong, shift your attention to the things you’ve done right.

Blow past it. We are simply not meant to be perfect; it would defeat the very purpose of life. Every day is a work in progress, and what we are meant to be doing is learning and refining. Rather than revel in the negativity, revel, instead, in your possibility. Treat yourself compassionately as you learn more about yourself- your challenges and strengths- and remember that you always get to decide how to begin again and that every single moment is a new beginning.


[from http://rosiemolinary.com/2011/06/13/stopping-negative-self-talk/#utm_source=feed&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=feed]

I still do hate the way I look. I've always known I never should and it's impossible to be perfect...But I still hurt myself mentally this way...

Now that this blog[?] is on here maybe I'll just look back to this and read and try to stop it...

It's hard as ever to not self hate. It's like an addiction. It's like an emotional pain I look forward to when I work out or before I take a shower. Anything that involves actually paying attention to myself and how I look. It's like once I look into a mirror, instantly my mind and body craves for some self hate. something. It's kinda scary to think about right now. mainly because I'm not focused too much on how I look and how disgusted I am. I'm really tired of hating all the time. I really am.

Self hate.
Jealousy
Envy [which is kinda different from jealousy to me...]
Judgement.

I'm really tired...why can't I just quit. like it was nothing? I'm tired...

6/12/11

judgement.

I like to really judge myself a lot. How fat I am. How my body is shaped. How my face is shaped. How smart I may or may not be.

I get really harsh. I see myself as always being able to fix something. My hair isn't long enough. My face is too wide right now. I'm too fat. I am not a size 2...I wish...

My eyebrows even are not the right shape. My make up sucks. My everything. My everything...

I'm not sure why I can't be satisfied with what I am. I just always want to fix it. Become perfect. THE Perfect of all perfect. SO beautiful that it hurts or something...
I'm not even sure why...

Maybe because I honestly am a little scared....I'm scared people will leave me...
For the smallest things.

I have quite the silliest worry.

Maybe that's why I'm so up for this marathon in November. I want to be able to sun all the time and gain this rockin body and be just amazing all the time. Secretly I think that's the only motivation for me to run. I look at other girls that are way prettier...and I just want to be them. Smaller boobs. Thinner waist. Long never ending legs. Pretty arms. Small face. Long hair. I just want it. I want to be that girl that KNOWS she's freakin beautiful and just is.

I would love to know...all the time. I'm sick of always being a jealous bitch. I'm ready to just be accepted by myself.

I'm ready to be drop dead beautiful now...That's why I run...

6/5/11

jo. from pretty women

i feel like i relate to sometimes. i love this book and the movie was almost just as good.

it makes me cry every time.