Posts Tagged ‘fool’

Stand Up for You

Wednesday, October 22nd, 2014

Stand up for yourself…

Easy to say but not so easy to do.

Hard to do when others think you’ll look like a fool.

Hard to do when you feel intimidated by what others say and do.

Easy to talk yourself out of when you feel you stand alone.

Hard to forgive yourself when you don’t do what you say you’re going to do because you fear the

wrath from one or more.

When it comes down to it, there is no one who will care more than you do about your principles.

When it comes down to it, if you don’t fight for your principles, you principles aren’t worth much to you.

What makes you step away from the plate and decide not to fight for what you think is right?

FEAR of something, someone, or noone in particular but just afraid and resistant to stepping outside your

comfort zone.

What makes you step up to the plate to fight for what you believe is right?

When you’ve finally had enough and are so disgusted with the way you feel and so sick of feeling intimidated by

one or more you will No Contactthen decide to take action.

You realize that you don’t care nearly as much about what one or more think of you.

It doesn’t matter that one or more bad mouths you or has nothing to do with you.

You get to a place in your thinking where you know that what you think of you is more important.

Stand up for yourself…

Easy to say but not so easy to do.

Be proud of yourself; you’re no fool.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Life Lessons & Curve Balls

Monday, January 16th, 2012

A little over a year ago I got a call from my son’s doctor. I was told that a mild case of anemia seemed to be getting worse and that a bone marrow biopsy was in order.

A day which started out as a good one changed when I got that call. Everything I’d planned that day instantly took a back seat. There was only one thing on my mind; I had to get to my son.

I met him in his apartment building parking lot as he’d just driven back from the appointment. I asked him how he felt and kept asking him until the day of the biopsy six days later. He told me I was annoying. He hated that I called him five times a day to ask him how he was doing. His answer–“Mom, I’m okay.”

But I wasn’t. I was a wreck and spent a lot of time revisiting the past, scanning for an explanation as to why.

Finally the day of the scan arrived. My son who was used to doctors and procedures because of having medical issues most of his life, took it all much better than I did. The nurse practitioner who was to complete the biopsy told me I could watch.

So I did and passed out.

I almost made it through to the end but the last part which involved getting a sample of the bone was more than I could handle.

They told me to put my head between my legs and breathe.

I did and it didn’t help.

Fortunately there was a room with an empty bed across the hall.

The next thing I knew there were six heads over me shouting WAKE UP! (more…)

The First Step

Monday, August 16th, 2010

He dares to be a fool, and that is the first step in the direction of wisdom.

James Hunekar

When in doubt

Monday, July 5th, 2010

make a fool of yourself. There is a microscopically thin line between being brilliantly creative and acting like the most gigantic idiot on earth. So what the hell, leap.

—Cynthia Heimel, “Lower Manhattan Survival Tactics”