Sometimes I feel like I have no control over anything in my life. Sometimes I get frustrated at everything, including my upstairs neighbors who are quite often loud people. And sometimes I just struggle with things. That is when I vacuum. We have a rug. It's cream. It's nice and soft and makes the room look better. Except for when it is filthy, which I feel like is most the time because hey, we live here and we walk on the rug, and we're girls so our hair sheds (especially mine) and so it makes sense why the rug gets dirty. And usually it doesn't bother me. Except when I like to vacuum. And then all of a sudden I find myself, unable to control the noisy neighbors, or homework in classes, or decisions in my life, on my hands and knees vacuuming the rug. This rug that is still soft and nice and still cream. And in a few days it will be dirty again and I will just keep walking by. But for now, the rug is clean and my life does not seem like it's spinning uncontrollably quite as much. Sometime I like to vacuum.
FACT: The smartest people that I know are the people who read. FACT: I am nowhere near being 'the smartest person' anyone knows. FACT: I am a work in progress. FACT: I can become so much more than I currently am. FACT: I am on a quest to read as much as I can for a whole year. FACT: This is exponentially harder than it sounds. _________________________________________________________________________________ I was scrolling through Facebook last week and I came across an article that caught my attention. Being on a "quest to read more" I clicked on the article and started to read a column written by a young lady regarding mental health, her experience, and what she longs to say to those 'dear friends' around her who are also struggling. It was a great read and I am glad that I took the time to read it, however there is one question that has stuck in the back of my mind: "What are you scared of today?" As I have continu...
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