Don't worry twice

Don't worry twice. What does this mean? Exactly what you think: If you're worried about something that has already happened, but then you start to worry about what will happen next, or the outcome.. you're worrying twice. There is absolutely no sense in being worried about something that hasn't happened yet. It's up to you to make the outcome what you want it to be, not what you're afraid or worried about. There are going to be things things that are completely out of your control. You can't make decisions for other people. You can try to change their minds all you want. To be realistic, people never want to be proven wrong or detour away from what they truly believe in. So what do you do? Whether the outcome be what you want or not, this is not giving up. Accept it, and move forward.

If something hasn't happened yet, it makes no sense to stress yourself out and worry about it.


Sincerely,

Rebecca

Head high

You're going to have those moments, days, months, where you feel weak; when you feel as if you are completely failing. Where you feel like you have completely fallen and hit rock bottom. Those feelings are completely normal, even for someone who claims to be strong.

Sincerely,

 Rebecca

Sunday

I used to hate Sundays. Mainly because it reminded me of the weekend being over and having to go back to school the next day. Sundays in college feel a lot different than they did when I was in high school. I feel a lot more relaxed and happier. My dad is on his way to pick me up and take me to eat, and after to do some shopping at target. I like spending time with my father. Especially on Sunday's. When I was smaller, my family: my mom, dad, brother and I would take a trip up by bear mountain. We'd either just buy sandwiches and eat them at a random secluded spot in the woods, or go hiking or something like that. It was nice. Sundays remind me of those days. It's a good feeling.

My Sunday has been significantly productive. I got to see my father, got some food shopping done, bought a new phone case, drove around for a bit.. Being around where I used to live always brings back so many memories. As we passed by my elementary school, I remembered everything from taking the cheese bus in the morning, walking in the building, going to my classroom, having lunch and recess, playing with the boys because I hated how delicate and boring the girls were to play with, gym class.. Basically everything. I didn't have many friends in elementary school. I had my two close friends who lived next door that went there but that I never saw because we were all in different classes, but other than them, I really didn't have any friends. It's not that I didn't want friends, it's just that no one really wanted to be mine haha. It's funny to me because it was funny to me even back then. I really didn't mind. Life is always unpredictable and leads us in a different direction everyday whether we realize it or not. We grow, things change, and whether we believe this or not either, we all find and make new friends along the way.

Well since I'm back, I'm ready to fulfill the rest of my Sunday by studying for my Macroeconomics exam tomorrow. JOY.


Sincerely,

Rebecca

There is a start and end to everything

Well I've had this blog since December 2009 and this is my very first post.. but there's a start to everything, right?

 So, there is a start and end to everything. This we see in everyday life. It amazes me how minutes turn to hours, hours turn to days, days turn to months, months turn to years and so on and so forth. There was a start to my life and although it hasn't ended yet, there are things that have, some I'm glad that has, and others I wish hadn't.. But then again I have no regrets (so far) seeing that this new start to my life has made me the happiest I've been in a very, very long time. This is not at all where I wanted to be. The college I am in right now was not only my only choice, probably the last place I wanted to go to school until I decided to make the best of where I was, and let the best of people come into my life. Now who said that an end to things had to mean a bad thing? I was absolutely miserable my first two weeks of college, so much so that at one point I thought of already dropping out.. seriously.. Well that horrible feeling of depression has definitely ended, and the start to a new and happier life has commenced.

Sincerely,

Rebecca