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Rose Colored Glasses

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“I wish you could see you the way that I see you.”

Has anyone ever heard the expression of wearing “rose colored glasses?” It means to see things in a way as if they may be better than they truly are.

With the people I love, I guarantee that my glasses are the rosiest. When you truly care about someone, everything is good. All flaws disappear, irrelevant when compared to to the beauty of that person’s personality, their laugh, the way their eyes light up with passion… The things that may frustrate you or that aren’t the prettiest aspects of their life submerge, hidden underneath all the perfectly wonderful parts.

I just wish the people I love could see themselves the way I see them. Beautiful. (or Handsome.) Strong. Funny. Passionate. Authentic. Intelligent. Wonderful.

In today’s society, it’s so easy to get wrapped up in everyone else’s ideals of beauty or perfection and being discouraged by others who are so stereotypically perceived as ‘beautiful.’ I do the same. I find myself avoiding the mirror on days like yesterday when I’m sick and had absolutely no energy to do my hair or makeup. For me, it’s always been look good feel good. When I put effort into my appearance, it makes me feel better about myself and the day ahead. People ask why I’m dressed up and I’ll respond, “It’s Tuesday!” Clothes are a way I express myself, but when it comes to doing my hair and makeup I see it as a near-necessity most days.

However, this is changing. I’m surrounded by people who constantly build me up and truly value all my quirks and flaws and parts of me that may be a little rough around the edges. I’m feeling extremely grateful lately for the people in my life who take the time to tell me the positive things, who build me up with kind words, who admire parts of me that I didn’t even know existed.

I always imagine if I could see myself through someone else’s eyes. Not a photograph, not a mirror… completely from someone else’s point of view. Someone who cares about me. There’s another saying… “keep smiling, you never know who’s falling in love with that smile.” Whether this is romantic love or friendship, I think it’s pretty true. If I could see myself through someone else’s eyes: would I love myself? Would I sit in awe of the little things I do that I didn’t even realize? Would I say, “Wow, I look so beautiful when I…”?

In one of my classes we talk a lot about self-awareness, self-image, self-esteem, and self-concept. I guess I’ve always thought of myself as a person with relatively high self-esteem. I think that I’m just a pretty strong person. I have a thick skin. I am also a person who likes to believe that I’m always right… so regardless of other people’s thoughts I still feel fabulous. (**cue Sharpay’s entrance.) 

Still, I have days where I don’t feel beautiful and it’s hard to love myself and give myself the credit I deserve. That’s where the amazing people in my life come in… they wear their rose colored glasses and encourage me to be the best person I can be while simultaneously boosting my mood and filling my heart.

Surround yourself with people who love you so much and care about you so fiercely that they wear their rose colored glasses every day.  I’m absolutely certain that my glasses are on.

My springtime mission: wear my rose colored glasses when I look in the mirror. Cut out the negativity, the questioning, the worries. Surround myself with the people who care. Have fun, have faith, and keep smiling.

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these aren’t quite rose… but hey. ❤

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“The person in life that you will always be with the most, is yourself. Because even when you are with others, you are still with yourself, too! When you wake up in the morning, you are with yourself, laying in bed at night you are with yourself, walking down the street in the sunlight you are with yourself.What kind of person do you want to walk down the street with? What kind of person do you want to wake up in the morning with? What kind of person do you want to see at the end of the day before you fall asleep? Because that person is yourself, and it’s your responsibility to be that person you want to be with. I know I want to spend my life with a person who knows how to let things go, who’s not full of hate, who’s able to smile and be carefree. So that’s who I have to be.”

– C. JoyBell C.

Freckles – Natasha Bedingfield 

significance

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sig·nif·i·cance

/siɡˈnifikəns/
noun
1. the quality of being worthy of attention; importance.
2. the meaning to be found in words or events.

This word came to mind yesterday as I looked at the scene pictured above. It’s not a sky full of stars, but a sea of cell phone flashlights shining in the darkness at the concert I attended last night. Before I took this photo, I had my flashlight on as well, shining and singing and swaying to the music. Before that, however, I wondered if it was really worth it for me to pull out my phone. My one phone against this sea of people… does it really matter? I wanted to soak in the moment…. but I also wanted to ADD to the moment. I pulled my phone out, and I smiled and swayed and sang. I became a part of the moment.

 Significance. If each of those people across the way had decided that their light wasn’t worth shining, I wouldn’t have gotten to soak in the sight of hundreds of lights shining like stars in the night. I wouldn’t have gotten this photo, which I now adore. Those people may not have realized it… but in turning on the flashlight, they illuminated my smile.

Yesterday was Valentine’s Day. This day has different meanings and feelings evoked in nearly everyone. For some, it’s just another day. For others, it’s a day to love. For some, it’s a day to stay in. Others, a day to go out. Some, to cry or mourn or mend. Others, to laugh or sing or dance. In that way, it’s the same as every other day, but for some reason, this one day can make people feel incredibly strong emotions. “Significant other” comes to my mind as I write this… why is this a term? What is the origin?  If you can’t tell from the photo above, I believe that everyone has significance. Even if you don’t see it…. maybe you’re creating a gorgeous glimpse of a night full of stars for others across the way. Your significance isn’t created by someone else. It can be appreciated by someone else, of course, but not created.

 Never feel like you are insignificant.

 Yes, Valentine’s Day is a day of love. My challenge is to make every day a day of love. Make everyone feel significant… and remember that you are significant. You are the light in the sea of darkness, shining like a star and bringing a smile to the face of someone you may not even know.

…and maybe that girl has a blog. 😉

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“Your success and significance in life is tied to the unleashing of the greatness in you.”
― Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha

Our true significance lies not in the endless comparing of ourselves to one another, trying to see who is the fittest, using scales of evaluation and meaning that differ in the heart and mind of every individual; no – it lies in our deeds alone with the time we have.”
A.J. Darkholme, Rise of the Morningstar

“You’re one in a million.”  -Hannah Montana 

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All I Ever Wanted.

Tonight, I cried. Not only during Mockingjay Part Two… but afterwards, when a girl that I view as a “little sister” and friend gave me a letter, and I took it home to read it.

I open the letter, and I see that it contains two pages. I start to read, and then I come across the words, “This week in Language Arts we got an assignment. The assignment was to write a paragraph about someone in our life who is our role model. I chose you!”

As I finished the letter, I couldn’t wait to flip to the other page. As I read the words, a huge smile spread across my face. My favorite saying to express this feeling is “my heart is so full.” That’s exactly the feeling. Not only am I so utterly proud of this girl and her attitude towards life, challenges and all, but I am so proud to have been a part of her life. She wrote that “Alex taught me that I shouldn’t let what other people think of me, affect how I think of myself,” and that is how I know that I succeeded. In junior high, and high school, it is so easy to believe what others think as truth. I just want her to know how beautiful she is, how smart she is, how talented she is, and how kind she is, and to remember that no one can change her life, and her opinion of herself, but her.

This feeling, this pride beyond belief and happiness beyond words, is all I ever wanted. The words “role model” are probably some of my favorites, because I truly believe you are shaped by your environment and the choices you make. When I was selected for leadership roles, I always loved the opportunity to use my position to impact girls and teenagers and to make them smile. Being a girl is hard sometimes, and it’s nice to look up and see that someone a few years ahead of you seems to have it going in the right direction.

In high school, I wasn’t the homecoming queen, or the star athlete, or the top of my class, or even the nicest. However, I made many decisions that I am proud of. I chose to work hard at school, I chose not to party, I chose to prioritize, I chose to use my voice, I chose to make a difference, and I chose to move on from the little things.

So, no, I wasn’t the prettiest or smartest or best. What I am, I now know, is a role model… and that is all I ever wanted.

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P.S. I love you, Emma. I am so proud of the young woman you have become. I am proud to have been your role model.

my medicine & drug of choice

Today I had a moment that I loved so much that I had to write about it. I probably have a moment like this at least every other day. Maybe that’s what makes it so great: it can reoccur so frequently.

The moment that I’m talking about is that moment when you’re in the middle of laughter. Head back, loud cackle-turned-belly laugh, double chin, abs aching, right before you begin to wheeze and maybe even cry a little bit and at that moment you’re not even sure why you’re laughing but everything is just funny… yeah, right smack dab in the middle of that. That moment. There’s nothing on your mind at that moment, not even the thing that was funny.. it’s just pure joy. That’s why I like the picture above. Hair-mustache, wind, laughter, lake water, good times, sunshine… (and cute accessories on my super tan skin. Man, winter can be a bummer sometimes). Captured laughter just reminds you of the good times. It’s perfect.

Today, as my head is back and I’m laughing out loud, I feel that happiness.  Of course, this laughter is due, in part, to the amazing people I surround myself with who constantly have me laughing out loud. I laugh and I forget all the crap in the world, in my life. I’ve even been told I have an ‘ugly’ laugh when my good ol’ cackle comes out to play. To me, it’s like the sound of a symphony. Laughter is happiness.

Laughter is the best medicine, as cliché as it sounds, and that middle-of-laughter moment is my favorite. It’s almost as if time moves in slow motion so you can soak in that feeling for just a little while longer. I want to have that moment every day. When time stands still and your heart is filled with light and joy and friendship and silliness… that’s my medicine and my drug of choice.

I hope I have this moment again tomorrow, and possibly every single day of my life. & I hope you do too.

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“I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it’s the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It’s probably the most important thing in a person.”
― Audrey Hepburn