Nobody really believes possessions equal joy. In fact, if specifically asked, nobody in their right mind would ever say the secret to a joyful life is to own a lot of stuff. Deep down, we know it’s not true. But advertisements from every television, radio, newspaper, magazine, billboard, and website scream to us on a […]
Through a series of accidents, I was in student leadership in high school.
I never felt much like a leader. The kids in leadership were young life kids, the “rah-rah” game-playing kids. They were the dance-attending kids, the popular kids, the outgoing, sports-playing, quick-on-their-feet kids. They were the debate kids, the well-spoken kids, the shop-at-Abercrombie kids. I was nothing like them. I was the book-reading kid. The unsure-of-herself kid. The slow-to-decide-kid. The wallflower.
The older I get, the more I appreciate pain. I’m not a masochist by any stretch because I don’t like pain any more than the average person. And yet I’ve come to appreciate it.
In years past, when I’d go through a hard time, I’d run from it. I’d try not to feel it or deal with it. But these days, I’ve learned the only way life can actually get better is if I face reality, face my mistakes and liabilities and somehow correct or at least acknowledge them.
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