Somethings To Really Think About

This was on Facebook today. One of my nieces saw this and copied it and then posted it. Today was her 35th birthday. This is a pretty long article, but I can only imagine that there is something or some things in this that you can relate to. Some of them may be things that you will strive to be able to do in the future, some may be things you will want to stop doing. No matter how they touch you, you will be touched in one way or another. I am in my late 60’s and found many things in this that have touched me. Hope it speaks to you, and helps you in some way or another.

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Saw this on a friend’s page and it spoke to me so much… so today, I am reminding myself that I’m a lot, but I’m not too much.

I’m a lot.

I am.

I know I am.

I’ve always known I am.

I get over-the-top excited about mundane things. I get overly-emotional about mundane things as well.

I have ten thousand ideas flowing rapidly through my brain at any one point in time.

I think fast. I speak fast. I type even faster.

I sing at the top of my lungs whether I’m in church, or sitting alone in my car. I think the world is falling, and then realize maybe I just haven’t had any sleep the last two nights, and I need a glass of water, and everything appears sunny again.

I send ten text messages in a row. And, oh yes, you’d better believe they are full of exclamation points and emojis. I plan girls’ trips at the drop of a hat. I work really hard to make everything magical.

I apologize all the time.

I talk way too much.

I take up too much space.

I dance anytime music is on—grocery store, car, bank, doesn’t matter.

I build businesses and then new businesses and new businesses.

I see clothes that I absolutely HAVE to have. I think every movie I’ve ever watched is the “best ever.” I like every song that comes on the radio, and I rave about them, and I research the lyrics and try to figure out the deeper-meaning. I cry about situations, and then turn around with my next breath and flip the switch and find the ever-elusive silver lining.

I’m a lot.

I’m passionate.

I rarely walk.

When I’m chill, I’m chill.

But when I’m not—watch out, sister.

I don’t tiptoe. I jump in without looking back. And I splash water everywhere. I have energy, and I like for energy to be given back to me.

I used to hate this about myself. Everything I just mentioned made me blame myself, and question myself, and want to be by myself, and also somehow, made me want to be with everyone all the time.

I used to think being too much was my worst quality. I thought it was the reason I was misunderstood and lonely. I thought it was my greatest setback.

And so I quieted myself up.

I played small.

I bottled my excitement.

I convinced myself to become less.

BUT I WAS NOT MADE TO BE LESS.

I am too much, but it’s not my kryptonite. It’s what makes me dynamite.

I give hard. I forgive hard. I work hard. I laugh hard. I cry hard. I mess up hard, but then I get back up and I keep on moving forward.

I dream hard. I believe hard.

I live fierce. And I love free.

There is nothing wrong with that.

There is nothing wrong with meeting someone and instantly clicking with them. There is nothing wrong with telling people how much you love them. There is nothing wrong with laughing and crying and feeling other people’s pain.

If your’e an “a lot” person like I am. If you bounce around from place to place. If it takes a while for you to settle down, and you lie in bed at night wondering what in the world is wrong with you, and oh-my-gosh why did you say “you too” when the waiter told you to enjoy your meal. That’s such an odd thing to say.

It’s okay.
You’re okay.
It’s going to be okay.

Stop beating yourself up. Stop with the constant worrying that people won’t like you, and start liking yourself.

Cause, yeah, you’re a lot.

You’re a lot of love.
You’re a lot of joy.
You’re a lot of beautiful.

You’re a lot of real.
You’re a lot of passionate.
You’re a lot of empathetic.

You’re a lot of what makes a good friend.

And you’re also a lot of what this world needs. Don’t hide, sister. Don’t shy away. Don’t back down. Don’t try to be someone else. Don’t shrug off your gifts.

Don’t change. Ever.

But do breathe, and do at least try to be more on time.

Love Your Mother

This was on Facebook. This notice is so correct, but it goes for every person you are kin to, every person that you love, every person that makes you happy, in other words everybody you know. Life is short. Live it to the fullest. Once the light that belongs to anybody that you know, goes out, it goes out for ever.

There are some other people that tell me that I say “I love you.” to too many people and that I say it too much. It is my personal belief that every time you talk to one of the people that you love, you should end by saying, “I love you.” even before saying “Good Bye.” And if it’s someone you love quite a bit, it isn’t wrong to say, “I love you more than you know.” I do this most of the time when I just make comments on their Facebook posts.

You may be wondering why I do this. The answer is that NOBODY, AND I MEAN NOBODY, BUT GOD, KNOWS WHEN YOU’RE GOING TO DIE.

At this point in my life, I am in my late 60’s, and all of my Great Aunts and Great Uncles are deceased, and all of my Uncles on my Mother’s side are deceased. I’m not too sure about my Father’s side. My Father is also deceased. There have also been numerous, too many to count, friends that are deceased. All of the rest of my family lives in different states.

I have lived where I am for 46 years. There is no way to say an exact number of times that I have heard different friends, and even strangers, say after someone’s passing, “I should have told him/her how much I loved him/her.” Some of the times the statement did not have the words “how much”, but just “that I loved him/her.” (at all), “years ago”. After hearing it so much, I reached a point that I said to myself, “I don’t care how much they get annoyed with it, I’m going to at least try to let “whomever”  know that I love them.

When I am told that I say “I love you” too much, I slow it down a little, but still never quit saying it to them. Saying “I love you.” is so important to me, that I even say it in my sleep. Once the person’s light goes out, it will never come back on, so my advice to everybody is that if you love somebody. let them know it. Even if you are angry with each other, swallow your pride and let them know. Even if they get upset with you again, at least you will go to bed with a clear conscience knowing that you told them, even if they did not say it back. You will go to sleep feeling good about it, instead of thinking “if (whomever) dies tonight, or if I die tonight, I know that I told the ones that I love, that I do love them, and not to forget it.

Here I will say, I’m sorry for repeating the same thing in so many different ways, but at least you can tell just how important this is to me, and hopefully now it is to you too.

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I miss her every day.

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