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I Want To Know Your Thoughts on Your Thoughts? Ask yourself:
💥 Why am I thinking this?
💥 Where did this thought come from?
💥 Is it something I learnt or is it my own?
💥 Is it a feel good thought or not a feel good thought?
💥 Can I trust this thought as a truth??
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I'm afraid to write my thoughts for a blog that I created for my thoughts.
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The Art of Letting Go
isn’t such an art - not the beautiful thing they say it is. it’s growing pains - a very gradual, very subtle shift, with the requirement of just moving through it, holding hope in the idea that some day, in some way, it will all be better. it just has to be. right?
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It's interesting where the mind goes while waiting for the prime rib to finish cooking. #caterers #caterthis #primerib #weddingdays #farmweddings #visions #thoughtsonthoughts (at Dexter, Michigan) https://www.instagram.com/p/BoUjmh3F4Kf/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=16wdtu0jwcnun
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How's my brain operate ALLLLLLLLLLLLL THE time #racing #thoughtsonthoughts #toGodbetheglory #yessssssssss #gladaboutit #busythinker #freethinker (at Mid-City New Orleans)
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Thoughts on Thoughts
I’m going to try and keep this post as non-rambling as possible, but this may be the perfect place to begin our journey - with ourselves.
The mind is quite an interesting place; completely personal, yet inescapable. If we are ever to succeed in our pursuit of bettering ourselves, we have to learn how to master our thinking. Many influences will come from all directions around us, and if we don’t have a strong mind we will simply be tossed in any direction that pushes.
My personal journey has been a battle with my own mind, more than anything else. Wrapped in my own negativity, all I heard for most of the time were reminders of my own inadequacy. “You’re too fat - look at that skinny girl there!” “You’re too dumb to make it through this class, aim lower”.
What kind of a life is that?
The reality is, if we are not to be our own cheerleaders, how can we expect anyone else to? To start dealing with the negativity at will inevitably cloud our minds, we have to simply be aware that they exist. Don’t ever deny the way you think, feel, or interpret - but that doesn’t mean you have to let it rule you. Accept that they are there, recognize their existence, then just pass on by. Those thoughts are just a billboard that you pass on the freeway. Come and gone through your mind just as quickly.
Let this be your exercise this week. Practice recognizing the negativity that sneaks its way into your head, then just objectively observe. What brought it here? What is it trying to do? How did it previously affect me, and how can I grow? Then, with that done, release it and move on with your life. You are on a better path, and negativity is only going to lead you astray.
You’re beautiful.
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too often I’m in a daydream of myself in a fictional universe or inhabiting / seeing through a character’s body or something
and then I snap out of it every single time like: “FUCK I’m still me and I’m still here on earth.” I would much rather wake up in the freakin Borderlands universe or something, man I would rock that shit. Or fuck it, I would be STOKED to even wake up as one of my own original characters, as poorly as I treat them....shit I’d even be a dude if I could wake up as Eric Northman or something.
I haven’t worked out if this is a diseased way of thinking, yet. But, my imagination is real fun and reality can be a real shit sandwich sometimes.
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I just got fired. First job. I don't know how to feel about it. Maybe it's a good thing, maybe a bad thing I can't decide. Lack of motivation. Sure I didn't have motivation but you surely didn't give me any to begin with.
Maybe it is for the best but I still feel awful, like I let evrybody around me down.
I didn't try to live and breath my job. Maybe I'm not built for it. I love some aspects of the job but not all. Maybe that's the problem. It is the problem. I should love my job fully, even if I hate it sometimes.
Need to work on that. Fall in love again.
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this is the issue:
I’m not expecting much but I have high expectations. I want them to have their shit together when I’m still trying to get myself together. I can say that I’m looking for something but at the same time, I’m not. And as much as I want to say that it doesn’t cross my mind, I know that I would be lying. I contradict everything I say and want and maybe that’s the issue at 4am. You don’t know whether to fall back asleep or stay awake until you see the sun.
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Poison
Thoughts can be poisonous But can also be salvific Once they’re there, they’re there They’ll never be gone Be they good Be they wrong They etch themselves deep Seep through veins, spread their arms Over vast areas Through space, through time Be careful what you feed your mind Knowledge is power But is more always better?
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If you’ve ever wanted to experience the perpetual sensation of needing to blow your nose, get it pierced. In other news, I was reminded today that I have a dentist appointment next week and my immediate, irrational and immature response (in my head) was “that’s so not fair!” On a much more positive and less whiney note, I had a lovely lunch break walk and found this charming scene to snap. #thoughtsonthoughts #creepinonhouses
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Good morning. #goodvibes #unlv #rebels #plur #thoughtsonthoughts
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Attire on the 31st: Trading the Tutu for the (night)gown
If I hear one more person say “Halloween is for sluts to dress up”…
There is absolutely no doubting the fact that on the 31st, we girls wear fabric as if it were skirts and lace bras that cover as much surface area as a pasty. But a girl who wears a lace corset as a costume is not “necessarily” a slut. She is like any other kid on Halloween; she is putting on a costume that she will tuck in her closet until the next Halloween where she can rework the corset into her cat outfit. For one night, she is just a high school student dressing up as someone she is not.. That’s why people love Halloween, like who doesn’t love dressing up in some ridiculous garment and acting like anyone you want.
Anyway that introduction was meant so that the rest of this post does sound soo didactic. Over the past year I’ve decided that I’m going to wear clothing not simply for functional nor situational reasons (not just to cover my skin nor look appropriate for any given event). I decided that the clothing I wear was to stand as tangible evidence of my character.
The most fascinating person, Michelle Joni, once said, “clothing is as powerful as you want it to be; it can be magical.” There are studies.
So this promise I made to myself deemed difficult at Halloween. How was I supposed to be me for a holiday that’s whole purpose is to force you to be someone your not?
So while friends gathered corsets I was just soo not in the mood to wear knee high socks, shoes I would fall in, and a tutu that wouldn’t cover anything. I ditched the tutus and chose to wear an ankle length dress slash my mom’s old nightgown. Yah I just admitted that I wore my mom’s nightgown as my costume to a Halloween party.
Although my outfit may have not been super situational (I think I was like the only person wearing an outfit that covered half my thigh) I felt less lame. I felt like a maverick and I was totally ok with that.
So if you have given up on booty shorts and bralettes lmk and I’ll lend you my mom’s vintage sleep apperal.
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How am i supposed to love someone when i cant even love myself.
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#Insomnia 💀 #theworst #thoughtsonthoughts 💭
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I never thought I could achieve anything good in life. I still haven't. But the thing is that I don't know what I want from my life. Am I on the right path? Or not? Asking for a friend.
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