Life And Other Adventures
Sorry if this comes of as a poor little rich girl post but
I’m am privileged. I am the first to admit it. But I am tired of feeling like I have to feel bad about it. Like I should feel bad that my parents worked really hard so that I can have literally anything I ask for. Or that I should feel bad that I take really cool and awesome vacations every year. Or that I should feel guilty that I didn’t need to have a job in high school. Or that I should constantly verbally recognize that I’m fortunate because I am not on financial aid. But just because my parents can afford to give me everything doesn’t mean I have grown up without a sense of financial responsibility. Ever since I can remember, I’ve gotten a lot of crap for being a doctor’s kid and I’ve been clumped into a stereotype of rich and spoiled kids. And I have worked so hard to make sure that I never fulfill that stereotype. So hard, that I have literally started saving for retirement. RETIREMENT GUYS. Like who am I trying to prove this to? And why do I feel the need to prove it to anyone? I don’t know, but it’s like seriously stressing me out.
lol
(via thatcurlyhurdgirl-blog)
Why, yes, I do love my job
When I tell people that I’m working with autistic children, they always say “Wow, I’m sure that will be challenging but rewarding.” But I can see the looks on their faces that say “Why the hell would you want to do that?” But to be completely honest, I love my new job. Granted I’ve only been working there for a week now, but it is so rewarding to see a child become engaged with their peers or start to speak when they are developmentally delayed. You really feel like you’ve made a difference. And people might think that the challenges of this job seriously outweigh the rewards, but I don’t think that’s the case. I’ll admit, I was wary of how this was going to work out. I didn’t know if I had the patience for it. But I have surprised myself in how tolerant I am with these kids and how well I can get through to them. I am getting so much out of doing this job it is unreal. So yeah, I actually do love my job and I wouldn’t change anything about that.
SEVEN YOUNG LADIES STAND BEFORE ME … BUT I ONLY HAVE SIX PHOTOS IN MY HANDS.
AND THESE PHOTOS … REPRESENT THE GIRLS … WHO ARE STILL IN THE RUNNING TOWARD BECOMING … AMERICA’S NEXT TOP MODEL.
I’M KIDDING, OBVIOUSLY. NONE OF YOU ARE TALL ENOUGH FOR RUNWAY WORK, PLUS I DON’T HAVE HANDS. NOW GET OUT OF HERE AND GO PLAY IN THE YARD. I NEED TO TAKE A LITTLE NAP.
These classical musicians play their instruments in a way you’ve never seen before.
A rather compelling visual experience, on top of being a flawless musical demonstration, performed by Salut Salon, a charming German quartet from Hamburg.
i aspire to be these women
this is everything
(Source: youtube.com, via thatcurlyhurdgirl-blog)
Today’s lessons:
1. Regret nothing.
2. Sometimes, things change and there’s nothing you can do about it.
3. You have to learn how to let things go. You’ll be fine.
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THEORIES ABOUT THE UNIVERSE
I am trying to see things in perspective.
My dog wants a bite of my peanut butter
chocolate chip bagel. I know she cannot
have this, because chocolate makes dogs
very sick. My dog does not understand this.
She pouts and wraps herself around my leg
like a scarf and purrs and tries to convince me
to give her just a tiny bit. When I do not give in,
she eventually gives up and lays in the corner,
under the piano, drooping and sad. I hope the
universe has my best interest in mind like I have
my dogs. When I want something with my whole
being, and the universe withholds it from me,
I hope the universe thinks to herself: “Silly girl.
She thinks this is what she wants, but she
does not understand how it will hurt.
(via kylorenpissbaby)
“We need women who are so strong they can be gentle, so educated they can be humble, so fierce they can be compassionate, so passionate they can be rational, and so disciplined they can be free.”
(via thatcurlyhurdgirl-blog)
“I dig your groovy tunes, man.
Did you hear me? I SAID I DIG YOUR GROOVY TUNES, MAN.”
(via thatcurlyhurdgirl-blog)