Get Yourself A Waterproof Poncho, fool
Howdy
Seems to be how I open most conversations lately. I have not written in a long time. Partly because I could not put words into what it was I really wanted to say. For most of us it seems like life is constantly changing and there are just moments when you stop and look around to see that you are not in control, or maybe you are just not as happy as you portray yourself.
In this extent I can clarify it as .. Yes, I am going to school. Sure, I have tons of clothes and a roof over my head. Definitely, I have a body that is more than equipped to do physical activities and get me to point A and B.
BUT,
What about our mental state? What about our emotional stability?
Something that has been looming over me lately is just simply asking someone for help. Isn't it strange how having a teacher and consistently hearing them say " My office hours are this... My email is this...." but, when you do reach out to them they refer you to a syllabus or their teacher aid or simply just shut you down.
Maybe I am not clear.
Is asking for help such a crime?
God I am such Gemini. Maybe my Professor is also going through something?
But, I mean maybe teachers also just hate me
Enough about my bone head teachers/maybe I am the bone head.. moving onward but, only up baby not down.
So, what I was meaning to get to was the essence of people putting up a facade of being alright, everything can seem so right and put together for them or even myself right now. However, there is a storm brewing. In reality underneath that umbrella that you are carrying over you is the beginning of a hole. The hole is letting the water drip in on your dry clothes and slowly but surely your walk to your next destination is going to get more and more uncomfortable.
Being uncomfortable is something we all go through and naturally that is how we grow. At what point does the uncomfortableness stop?
Maybe life without the uncomfortableness is not worth it but, right now at this very moment all I want to do is just breathe easily but, my heart is so heavy, so distraught.
Well, the reason why I wrote this in particular was to tell those who are feeling the same way that not only are you not alone but, Im pretty sure I am the leader of this club.
We all desire to make a stamp or an imprint on this world we live in. Whether it be professionally, creating a name for yourself artistically, a loyal friend, a family member or creating an even larger family, or maybe even your faith all in all, it is all obtainable.
Just take a breath. Ditch that shitty umbrella and get a water proof poncho. Clearly the more superior water resistance device. Everything is going to be Alright. I promise.
Bisous XXX
Also, for those who know me I probably already explained Spain to you. But, for those I haven't explained it to, Spain was interesting. I had not been to Europe before but, lots of family drama. So Spain was different. I love my Moma but, we had a lot to come home to.
Seems to be how I open most conversations lately. I have not written in a long time. Partly because I could not put words into what it was I really wanted to say. For most of us it seems like life is constantly changing and there are just moments when you stop and look around to see that you are not in control, or maybe you are just not as happy as you portray yourself.
In this extent I can clarify it as .. Yes, I am going to school. Sure, I have tons of clothes and a roof over my head. Definitely, I have a body that is more than equipped to do physical activities and get me to point A and B.
BUT,
What about our mental state? What about our emotional stability?
Something that has been looming over me lately is just simply asking someone for help. Isn't it strange how having a teacher and consistently hearing them say " My office hours are this... My email is this...." but, when you do reach out to them they refer you to a syllabus or their teacher aid or simply just shut you down.
Maybe I am not clear.
Is asking for help such a crime?
God I am such Gemini. Maybe my Professor is also going through something?
But, I mean maybe teachers also just hate me
Enough about my bone head teachers/maybe I am the bone head.. moving onward but, only up baby not down.
So, what I was meaning to get to was the essence of people putting up a facade of being alright, everything can seem so right and put together for them or even myself right now. However, there is a storm brewing. In reality underneath that umbrella that you are carrying over you is the beginning of a hole. The hole is letting the water drip in on your dry clothes and slowly but surely your walk to your next destination is going to get more and more uncomfortable.
Being uncomfortable is something we all go through and naturally that is how we grow. At what point does the uncomfortableness stop?
Maybe life without the uncomfortableness is not worth it but, right now at this very moment all I want to do is just breathe easily but, my heart is so heavy, so distraught.
Well, the reason why I wrote this in particular was to tell those who are feeling the same way that not only are you not alone but, Im pretty sure I am the leader of this club.
We all desire to make a stamp or an imprint on this world we live in. Whether it be professionally, creating a name for yourself artistically, a loyal friend, a family member or creating an even larger family, or maybe even your faith all in all, it is all obtainable.
Just take a breath. Ditch that shitty umbrella and get a water proof poncho. Clearly the more superior water resistance device. Everything is going to be Alright. I promise.
Bisous XXX
Also, for those who know me I probably already explained Spain to you. But, for those I haven't explained it to, Spain was interesting. I had not been to Europe before but, lots of family drama. So Spain was different. I love my Moma but, we had a lot to come home to.
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