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Don’t Be Afraid to Shine

Fear of giving speeches. A baby step for me is reading something I wrote. Today is a first, I am including audio for this short piece.

Don’t be afraid to shine. You were born to sparkle. Refuse to let them hide your light. Be brave. Be bold.

Sometimes you will be your own biggest obstacle. Have faith in yourself and your own abilities. Do the things you love with joy.

Face your fears. I’m not talking rational fears (like bears if you live in the woods). Take on the fears that are limiting your life. Work through them, keep moving forward.

How many of your life’s obstacles are in your own mind? When you say “I can’t” have you given the problem everything you have or did you half ass it? Don’t tell me, be honest with yourself.

Don’t let your dreams die. Be who you want to be. Step by step, piece by piece, and bit by bit. Sometimes the foundations come together slowly, brick by brick.

It’s hard work, gradual work, building a person, but you have a choice in who you want to be.

Build yourself up strong, build yourself up happy. Build yourself out of your hopes and goals. Be yourself and love yourself.

Stop worrying about what people think. If you don’t, it will in-prison you.

Don’t let the haters and the neigh-sayers bring you down. They don’t know what you’re capable of.

While you’re out in the world, be like a fire spreading your light. Shimmer brightly, burn with passion.

Spread infectious joy into the world. Don’t be afraid to shine.

 

 

Filtered – My Sensory Experience

You are only experiencing the world through your own filter,
just like I can only view the world through mine.
We all have many ways to see.
There are differences between you and me.

Little noises in a quiet room. Did anyone else hear that sound?
There is a humming lamp and a high pitched screeching.
I look around at everyone sitting calmly, not a glance or a twitch.
No one else appears bothered, so my headphones come out.

Walking into the big chain store, the lights are bright and make me squint.
If I wait too long my head and eyes will begin to throb.
From my bag I pull a pair of shades, fifty percent tint to wear indoors.
They are one of an assortment of tinted glasses. Most days I have five pair.

Everyday at work I wear a jacket, even if it’s over one hundred degrees outside.
At home I am always bundled in a blanket or a robe.
The feeling of air moving across my arms is extremely uncomfortable.
I need for the temperature to be about eighty degrees to feel alright.

My sense of taste is amazing. My mouth is my favorite filter.
I love food as long as it is flavorful and bold.
Bland foods make me gag, but I love garlic, onions, and spice.
It is easy for me to distinguish ingredients and seasonings in food.

What is that smell? Can you smell that? I love it!
Sweet scents are the best and I find them relaxing.
Household cleaners and chemical products make me queasy.
We are very careful to use natural products in our home.

Most of these things I keep to myself, with my sunglasses on and my earbuds in.
There is almost no point trying to explain it to people.
Unfortunately it is something most of the population cannot understand.
Words don’t do it justice. I don’t know what to say.

People can only view the world through their own filters. I can only view the world through mine.

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Wanting to Be Older

Longing to grow older is a bit like wishing for death, praying for your life to advance more quickly.

When I was a small child I wanted to grow up. I felt trapped. My legs were too short and I couldn’t reach the latch to unlock our front door.

In elementary school, I wanted to be older. I was afraid. The other kids were mean to me and I wanted to get away from them.

Junior high was difficult and I felt misunderstood. Teachers spoke down to me and school was hard. I wanted it to be over wishing adulthood would hurry up.

At fifteen I was feeling suffocated. All I wanted was to be sixteen so I could get my drivers license and be free.

When I turned sixteen I got my license. For a while I was content. Eventually, I started to want more freedom and the familiar longing started up again.

After turning eighteen I wanted to be twenty-one. My ego was huge and I wanted to be a “real adult”.

At twenty-one nobody took me seriously. I was too young to know anything and still wanted to be older.

By the time I turned twenty-five things were getting better .I was beginning to realize how much of my life had been wasted wishing I was somewhere else. Finally, I wanted to learn how to appreciate the present moment.

Now that I’m two months shy of thirty my life is better than it’s ever been. I don’t long to be older have a greater appreciation for where I am now.

Life is more enjoyable when you aren’t preoccupied with being somewhere else (or in my case somewhen). Living in the future causes anxiety and stops you from seeing the joys right in front of you.

I know this now but it took thirty years to figure this out.