The secret isn’t to find someone you love spending time with - I love spending time with a lot of people. The secret isn’t to find someone that you find attractive - I find a lot of people attractive for many different reasons. The secret isn’t to find someone who is nice - there are tons of nice people in the world. The secret is to find someone who wants exactly what you want. Someone who is ready to give you all they’ve got, and in turn be ready to accept all the love you have to give. The world is filled with people in relationship of “love you mores” & “I have to act mean so they will like me back” or “I am just not ready.” Please do not waste any more of your precious time. You are an amazing creature. You deserve to be loved until your insides melt. Don’t give up on all the things you want. When you meet the right person you will have zero doubt in your mind. Zero.(via barbieandken)12 hours ago with 1,907 notes
Instead of saying “I don’t have time” try saying “it’s not a priority,” and see how that feels. Often, that’s a perfectly adequate explanation. I have time to iron my sheets, I just don’t want to. But other things are harder. Try it: “I’m not going to edit your résumé, sweetie, because it’s not a priority.” “I don’t go to the doctor because my health is not a priority.” If these phrases don’t sit well, that’s the point. Changing our language reminds us that time is a choice. If we don’t like how we’re spending an hour, we can choose differently.Unknown (via the-healing-nest)14 hours ago with 3,685 notes
Cakes have gotten a bad rap. People equate virtue with turning down dessert. There is always one person at the table who holds up her hand when I serve the cake. No, really, I couldn’t she says, and then gives her flat stomach a conspiratorial little pat. Everyone who is pressing a fork into that first tender layer looks at the person who declined the plate, and they all think, That person is better than I am. That person has discipline. But that isn’t a person with discipline; that is a person who has completely lost touch with joy. A slice of cake never made anybody fat. You don’t eat the whole cake. You don’t eat a cake every day of your life. You take the cake when it is offered because the cake is delicious. You have a slice of cake and what it reminds you of is someplace that’s safe, uncomplicated, without stress. A cake is a party, a birthday, a wedding. A cake is what’s served on the happiest days of your life. This is a story of how my life was saved by cake, so, of course, if sides are to be taken, I will always take the side of cake.
I want to grow up not because i hate my parents or want to get out of home but because i want the freedom to do tiny things like decided what furniture goes in my house and what colour the walls are and if i should go out at night rather than stay in doing work for once I want to decide what music to play in my own home while im cooking or cleaning and how loud it is. I want to experience the world without a barrier and to be able to express who i am through the little details.
It’s a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you’re ready. I have this feeling now that actually no one is ever ready to do anything. There is almost no such thing as ready. There is only now. And you may as well do it now. Generally speaking, now is as good a time as any. Hugh Laurie (via veryclassylady)23 hours ago with 30,940 notes
I just finished (FINALLY) catching up on your blog. I can’t tell you how very helpful it was. I can’t wait to go to the temple and catch up with you tonight.
Readers, this wise friend of mine said the following (and I hope she doesn’t mind my sharing): “I think the hardest part about moving home is re-learning how to keep moving forward.” I don’t think I’ve read anything more accurate to how I’ve been feeling .
I moved home two weeks ago. It feels like two months ago. I feel so stuck and held down by responsibility and obligation, even though I have much less of both of those things than I had while at college. I feel so very STUCK. especially because I don’t have any plans to really go anywhere within the next year. Which kills me sometimes. Lots of times. Every day. I don’t know how to not mourn my independence. Sure I’ve been driving more, getting out more, etc. but it’s different.
I went from my independence, my own life, my progress and forward momentum, and was thrust into a sinkhole. Filled with quicksand or something. There are so many more things here, so much more to do and so many more delicious restaurants; yet I’m miserable. I have to make this place a home all on my own. My mom’s sick, and literally lays in bed all day. I’m going to sound like a terrible, unsympathetic daughter, but I hate it. We talked about changing the feel and atmosphere of this place of residence, and it went well for the first day or two. She cleaned some, and it looked great! she was excited about it too. Then I left for the weekend. I’ve busted my butt ever since moving back, with the exception of like 2 relaxation days and the weekend I spent in Ephraim. My room looks so much more homey and personal. It’s become my solace - which is exactly what I want this entire place to become. Yet nothing more has been done by my mom.. I’ve been doing the dishes, cleaning out the bad food from the fridge, buying the groceries, running my sister around, the whole works.
I don’t mind giving for my mom. But there comes a point where it becomes ridiculous. I love her, but she’s driving me nuts. She’s the worst kind of roommate - she demands respect, takes advantage of my generosity (without necessarily meaning to), makes and leaves messes, gets offended at the smallest things; I don’t know what to do. It’s so HARD to come home and have to take care of the person who’s supposed to be taking care of you. I can’t do this all on my own, I can’t live for two people. But I can’t say anything because she gets offended at EVERYTHING. I feel so terrible for feeling so frustrated.
Plus, this hasn’t been my home for a loooooong time. Ephraim became my home. This place hasn’t been any kind of home for ages, just a place to stay. Ephraim was my home. Jaxson is my home. And I’ve left all of that. And I’m not going back.. Part of me is still wishing it could work out for me to do pharmacy tech down there and live in the Tapps’ basement or something. Ha I miss my home. I’ve seriously been depressed lately, just not myself. Things are bringing me down. And I’m a pretty happy person, so it’s been quite the transition. I don’t know how to be happy and not brought down by circumstances while still bringing others up. I feel like it’s a sink or swim moment - I can’t help everyone.
I love my mother, but she’s bringing me down. I can’t take living with her. And I’m stuck here for a year.
I just function much better on my own. And I’m terrified of losing the person I’ve become. I dunno. Vent much?
When Bubs came over, she said this place has changed a lot since I’ve been here. SUCCESS. Appearance-wise there hasn’t been that much, so I know it has to be the atmosphere, etc. Which is what I’m shooting for.
Bubs is here. And loves me. And will talk with me! I LOVE MY SIBLINGS.
I have a job. I’m going to be making money to replace all that I’ve spent.
I may be able to get hired on at a pharmacy and trained on site!! I need to look into it more, but I’ve heard some places do that. (: