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If you had a freeway billboard, what would it say.
One of the hardest lessons I ever had to learn is something that sounds so simple it may not even make sense. "If you do not take care of yourself you can not take care of others." Now I am sure alot of you are thinking that this is not true. I believe someone somewhere is thinking, "well I have forgotten to shower in days but my baby is fed, so you are wrong" Now let me explain the saying so we can gain clearity because I am absolutely correct. Sorry new mom, "If you do not take care of yourself you can not take care of others." If you don't take the time to feed yourself you would die so to some level you are taking care of yourself. And the better you take care of you, the more you have to give when it comes to taking care of others. I am guilty of forgetting to shower and feed myself while still making sure my babies were taken care of yes. But the level of care was not the same as when I had spent a few moments on myself making sure I was taken care of. So if I had a billboard it would say. "Take care of yourself first."
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I parent differently from the norm, and I have been judged repeatedly because of it.
I parent differently from the norm, and I have been judged repeatedly because of it. My Parenting style has been talked about since I became a parent, it is very interesting that my girls are amazing, while the majority of my shit talkers messed their kids up! I feel for their children.
Needless to say, I parent my children in a way that many people don't understand. Throughout my life, I've often been labeled a bad mother. Let me set the record straight: I am an exceptional mother. I am blessed with amazing children whom I choose to parent differently from the norm. I haven't broken my children, (like how horses are broken) as is often the conventional approach, simply because it's easier. I'm referring to fear-based parenting—where commands are issued without explanation, where a child's beliefs are overshadowed by our own, where discussions are absent because a child's understanding is dismissed. If you didn't raise your children in this manner, then my words shouldn't sting. However, I believe many of you are familiar with individuals who subscribe to such parenting practices.
Girls are often conditioned to conform to societal expectations, while boys are pressured to adhere to a predetermined notion of masculinity. Neither are encouraged to embrace their true selves. I've raised my children to think independently and to comprehend that every action carries consequences. For instance, I've explained that while they technically could take that cookie, there are repercussions—such as a timeout or being deprived of further treats. They understand that their decisions have outcomes, rather than facing admonishment or physical punishment. Though I have resorted to spanking in extreme cases, it's never been my default approach. Instead, I've transformed every situation into a learning opportunity, engaging them in conversations as equals. I've validated their emotions and viewpoints, even when they weren't ideal, and provided alternative perspectives. I've fostered an environment of open communication and honesty, discouraging self-deprecation and uplifting them through praise.
As a result, I've raised daughters who possess a strong sense of self-worth, unafraid to voice their opinions. They won't succumb to the first boy who compliments them because they already know their intrinsic beauty. My daughters are resilient because I refused to break their spirits; they're assertive because I've continually nurtured their personal development, recognizing that self-growth is an ongoing journey. While I may still worry about them when it comes to dating—because what mother wouldn't—I take solace in knowing they're equipped to navigate relationships with strength and conviction. I can't help but feel sorry for any young man who underestimates their resolve.
It is my opinion that lying is not a good hobby for lazy people.
I am way to busy to make the time to come up with lies, let alone remember then. lying is not a good hobby for lazy people, of course my favorite part of my brutally honest communication style is the look of shock on people's faces when you come at them with the truth. no one expects that.
Lyrics for, Creep By Radiohead
When you were here before Couldn't look you in the eye You're just like an angel Your skin makes me cry You float like a feather In a beautiful world I wish I was special You're so fuckin' special But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here I don't care if it hurts I wanna have control I want a perfect body I want a perfect soul I want you to notice When I'm not around So fuckin' special I wish I was special But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here She's running out the door (run) She's running out She run, run, run, run Run Whatever makes you happy Whatever you want You're so fuckin' special I wish I was special But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here I don't belong here
Source: Musixmatch Songwriters: Mike Hazlewood / Albert Louis Hammond / Edward John O'brien / Thomas Edward Yorke / Philip Selway / Jonathan Greenwood / Colin Greenwood Creep lyrics © Emi April Music Inc., Imagem Songs Ltd., Imagem Songs Limited, Warner/chappell Music Ltd
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Ouch by Just Jenn
In shadows cast by love's deceit,
A friendship's bond, so strong and sweet.
From childhood days, we laughed and played,
But destiny's twist, a price was paid.
As time unfurled its cruel design,
My heart, entangled, sought a sign.
In silence, longing held its sway,
Yearning for love's warm embrace to stay.
Yet fate, unkind, dealt its cruel blow,
Rejection's sting, a bitter woe.
The depths of darkness now I tread,
Where love's illusion has turned to dread.
The moon weeps tears of sorrow's plight,
As stars bear witness to this night.
A friendship a heart hurting
Alone I find myself still yearning.
The echoes of our laughter fade,
In haunted halls, our memories played.
A phantom's touch, a whispered name,
Love's ghostly specter, hauntingly remains.
I mourn the loss of what could be,
A love unrequited, never set free.
In this dark abyss, I find my rest,
A shattered heart, a love's cruel test.
But still, I hold our friendship dear,
Through pain and longing, I persevere.
For in the depths of this abyss,
A glimmer of hope, a lingering bliss.
Though rejected, love's flame still burns,
In secret chambers, my heart yearns.
For even in darkness, love's light will shine,
A testament to a love once mine.
So I'll cherish the echoes of what we had,
A bittersweet love that turned me mad.
In this dark romantic tale I dwell,
A fallen love, a story to tell.
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