tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955754994172871855.post2162738352578980095..comments2011-11-06T12:57:51.230-06:00Comments on OH SNAPP!!: Worry about what is important....not what isn'tJ.F. Snapphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16769852288060253326noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955754994172871855.post-41364317404670369522010-10-02T17:26:35.073-05:002010-10-02T17:26:35.073-05:00Well said Vacationing....well said. :DWell said Vacationing....well said. :DJ.F. Snapphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16769852288060253326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955754994172871855.post-43950557454677073212010-09-28T22:05:26.074-05:002010-09-28T22:05:26.074-05:00Finding yourself is such an ugly phrase. As if any...Finding yourself is such an ugly phrase. As if anyone can misplace their own soul; you can ignore it, abuse it, lie to it, cut off bits of it and try to arrange it in the shape you think you want it to be, but you can never lose yourself.<br />What helped me stop abusing myself was rejecting everything I had ever done to please someone else - not entirely practical, but necessary in my case. My friends, my job, my family. Not forever, but I stopped asking opinions and stopped caring if anyone approved of what I did.<br />I went in search of the ugly things about myself that I always tried to hide, and hated, first; and I paraded them for everyone to see and judge. And I didn't care. After a while, I started to love the the dark places I had hidden from others; and in those dark places I found the missing pieces of myself that I had spent so much energy rejecting.<br />Now I am me.<br />Now I am whole.<br />And I have no shame, not even of my own fear.<br />Now I can get to know the parts of myself that I always thought I loved, but now realize I only admired because other people praised them.Vacationing on Earthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15074376008500573585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955754994172871855.post-66311476589327410972010-09-20T20:10:20.774-05:002010-09-20T20:10:20.774-05:00I feel like having a child has really made me real...I feel like having a child has really made me realize how much I need to be me more than ever. If I am to be a good role model for my son I have to love myself enough to be worth imitating. My son, in the three years of his life, has made me re-think me and I like what I see.....inside and out. I AM a momma he can be proud of and want to be like when he gets big!Carrienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955754994172871855.post-67903333971144533142010-09-19T11:38:25.307-05:002010-09-19T11:38:25.307-05:00How do I do this when I'm surrounded by people...How do I do this when I'm surrounded by people who need me? Children... husband... friends... I so desparatey want to find ME. BE me. But I haven't the first clue how to start or where to look. Such a lonely, helpless feeling.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com