Every woman should see herself looking uniquely breathtaking, in something tailored to celebrate her body, so that she is better able to appreciate her own beauty and better equipped to withstand the ideals of our narrow-waisted, narrow- minded culture.
— Susan Jane Gilman (via observando)
Extreme stress, depression or anxiety can lead to depersonalisation, a mental condition where you feel out of touch with yourself.
— (via mrfournights)
You’re the only one that can put pressure on yourself… No one else can put pressure on you. It’s self-inflicted. For me, I just want to go out and play football.
— Maurice Jones-Drew (via observando)
Major Life Update.
I haven’t written a real entry on this blog for awhile. Partly because I deleted the app on my phone. But a mainly because I’m typically a private person and I don’t know how I feel about sharing my thoughts on the web. But hey, what the hell. I made some great friends on Tumblr. Some of them actually use this to see what I’m up to. So why not do a life update. It’s about time.
I started my counseling internship at an elementary school. I’m technically the school counselor. I don’t work have a therapist I’m working under, which is nice yet daunting at the same time. Nobody knows who I am, and frankly don’t really seem that receptive towards me, so it’s been a few weeks of marketing myself basically. I’m not going to lie, it’s been a frustrating waiting game to get students to see. Many of the other members of my group supervisions are already seeing 6-8 clients, mainly due to having follow up students from the previous year. I have 2 referrals, but haven’t gotten the consent forms back from the parents, which doesn’t let me see them. But I’m still grateful. The school is in a high SES area, the parents are cooperative when speaking to me, and the faculty are professional. It feels like I’m on my own island sometimes, but that’s pretty normal for school therapists (apparently). Overall, I’m enjoying it, minus having to be there by 7:30 am.
School is… demanding. I think I came to terms with the fact that I may not get the grades I want this semester. I just have to do the best I can with the limitations I have now that I haven’t had previously.
I have had a really rough go around with people lately. From someone accusing me of trying to “ruin her marriage,” another person I considered a genuine friend pursing my recent ex (*cough G cough. Apparently some people do no abide by GIRL CODE), to hearing myself described in really degrading ways by others without them having an actual reason to do so… it’s been a process growing a thicker skin. It’s still a work in progress. I’ve come to the conclusion (a very obvious one) that some people just are really shitty people and just plain SUCK. It’s unavoidable, and they’re everywhere. All I can do about it is to be more careful with who I surround myself with.
Rereading what I wrote, I realize that I sound like a huge baby. But I’m trying not to be. I’m tired a majority of the time, I’m not ecstatic 24/7, but I’m grateful with what I have right now. I’m telling myself this period of my life is MY transition into adulthood (even though I’m TECHNICALLY an adult). I have more responsibilities, constantly challenging and pushing myself to evolve into the kind of person I want to become, and a step closer to having the career I want.
I’m just doing me.
You can’t outwit fate by standing on the sidelines placing little sidebets about the outcome of life. Either you wade in and risk everything you have to play the game or you don’t play at all. And if you don’t play you can’t win.
— Judith McNaught (via chrissystockton)
قمة العظمه…..أن تبتسم وفي عينيك الف دمعه…
The pinnacle of excellence is to smile when your eyes have one thousand tears.
— Arabic Proverb (via lipstick-bullet)
A couple random shots of yesterday’s Observatory adventure with Nikola.
I’ll upload the rest of them at a later time lol
Mom: Leather jacket? I thought you were going to the beach.
Me: I am.
Mom: Are you riding a motorcycle?
Mom: Then why do you have a leather jacket?
Me: Because I’m going to ride a motorcycle.
Mom: Alright, don’t die. Bye.