I live my life with zeal. At least I try to. Sometimes I can be overzealous. I fully admit this. And really, there’s nothing wrong with that. But, often my overzealousness can be a little too much for others to handle. I’m still a work in progress.
Finding a decent person or friend can often be rare. So when you find that person – a good-spirited, kind, patient, and understanding human, hang onto him or her. Those people, it seems in this day and age, are a rarity. Unique little gems.
Q – Quiet
Sometimes life gets to too loud. Literally and metophorically.
I don’t like noise. I have sensitive ears and I hate it when it’s loud….literally…mentally…emotionally. I like quiet. And sometimes, a little bit of quiet and peace can make you feel rejuvenated. Better. Getting away from it all.
P – Peace (and Patient and Passionate and Pleasant)
I look forward to the day I can have peace – of mind and in my soul and in my heart. Reduce the chaos and live peacefully.
I appreciate the people who are patient and pleasant and I try to live as much the same way as possible. I live as passionately about things that I can. I want to provide peace and patients and pleasantries to those around me.
O – Oasis
For years, I have dreamed about going to Greece and travelling the country-side. Greece has been my oasis destination.
Can you blame me?
N – Nuisance
I try not to be a nuisance. I want to be helpful and kind. I don’t want to be the type of person who seems more like a chore than anything else. There are those I know who are exactly that. And I wonder….am I that way too?
M – Mark(ed)
You came into my life and left your mark. Like a time-stamp. I cannot imagine life now without you in it. You have made me smile and cry. You have given me hope and made me feel defeated. Your mark has imprinted on me.
K – Kiss
Sometimes a kiss is all it takes for us to heal. Whether it’s a kiss from a child, a pet, or if it’s the perfect kiss from your significant other (or, just, another). The very act of kissing can change the way our soul feels.
J – Journal
I used to journal consistently. For years and years I would write every single thing I felt, thought, breathed. About 10 years or so ago I stopped. I would maybe write here and there, but I had no real reasoning for it. So, I just stopped.
But I loved my journaling and I loved my writing. I sometimes will go back and read some of the things I’d written. A lot of my writing came from pain. Sadness. Depression. It almost seems like my writing is better when it comes from that dark hole in my heart and head.
I have brought journals to my friends too. Many times. In fact, one of my best friends was having PTSD issues and anxiety this past year after being in a car accident and I bought her the most gorgeous journal. Just so that she could get out the naggy little irritants eating away at her
And recently, as in just a few weeks ago, I put together a stress kit for another friend and included a journal. I don’t know if he’ll use it (do guys do much journaling??), but at least it’s there for him. Even if he uses it once, I feel like it would be a triumph.
So, there you go. J is for journal.