Yup, he said that. My father, a hot-blooded Middle Eastern man, openly acknowledged love to his young, unmarried daughter, way back when she was a teenager. Can we move on now?
The idea of being responsible for something, or having to take any given action on a regular basis is a burden, not to mention a bit daunting. Doesn’t matter that it could be something you like doing, like playing a certain sport or a musical instrument. Sometimes you just won’t feel like doing it. We’ve all been there. The trick is not to force yourself to do them, but to realize that the time will come when you won’t want to do whatever it is you don’t want to do. So you either cut yourself some slack and not do it (knowing full well that you can’t always let yourself off the hook, after all you are a responsible human being). Or if you must do it, and there’s no way around it, then you do force yourself to do it, but then you reward yourself with something nice, for being such a responsible, dependable person.
Know that you’re not a machine. You have your ups and downs, your highs and lows, your great days and your off days. Embrace your flaws. Love your quirks. They are part of who you are. Believe me, that really does make you stronger.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
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I love your dad... and I totally agree with him
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