Of the five Yellowstone trips I’ve taken so far, I think this is the most relaxing trip so far or maybe I’m just exhausted from all the traveling I’ve done recently.
This week on Truthful Tuesday, hosted by Thoughts and Theories, asks:
I am starting a new series, one where I can share some random thoughts I have been having each week. For this inaugural post, I’m titling it “Useful Not Useless”.
Truthful Tuesday, hosted by Thoughts and Theories, asks:
This week, on Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #153, Amy challenged everyone with the topic of It’s a Wonderful World.
It’s hard to believe April is done, isn’t it? Another month wrapped in 2021. Soon, May will be over and then June, July…and before anyone can say another word, it would be time once again to put out those pumpkins and sitting by the door anticipating trick or treaters.
Whenever someone asks, “How do you pronounce your name?”, I would often tell them, “The ‘Y’ is silent and ‘lan’ is pronounced like Lana without the ‘a’ at the end.” Some will still say it wrong and it drives me absolutely off the wall. It really isn’t that hard.
According to this website, when someone says, “Oh, you’re a xenodochial,” it means you’re someone who’s friendly to strangers. I didn’t even know this word existed. I looked it up on dictionary.com, no such word.
For a naively optimistic person, I worry a lot and about lots of things.
Some people are meant to lead. Some are meant to follow. I am and have always been a follower aka an underdog. I wrote about this in this 2016 post and nothing will ever change that, not my mom, not my aunt, not even Toastmasters.
Having been raised by my mom and her family most of my life, I often call myself the black sheep of her family.
Believe me when I say this, I did not used to be a rebel. I was a goody-two-shoes who did everything I was asked to do and please my mom was my life until…
I may seem quiet on the outside but really, I am just an awkward conversationalist with a vivid imagination and a loud mind.
When I got my mountain bike about a month ago, when I was assembling it, my aunt came over and said, “Just sell it already, get some cash back.”
Life is but a never-ending chess match. One wrong move and you might lose.
I have Nyctophobia. It’s another word for an irrational fear of night or darkness. My brain and heart are fighting each other on this. My brain says this is an irrational fear but brain, can you please tell that to my heart when it’s thudding like a high-rhythmic beating drum when I’m in the dark?
I have often been told by my mom I am a patient person. “I don’t think I have the patience like yours to complete a 2000-piece jigsaw puzzle.” She’d say. So that’s what I’ve always thought – I am a patient person.
I don’t recall when I developed this ridiculously hopeful attitude toward life – that everything will get better eventually, that something is better than nothing, glass is half-full kind of person.
“Don’t be so selfish,” my mom would chide whenever I refuse to help or whenever I refuse to share food with somebody. I hated being called that because I feel like that’s all I’ve been doing my whole life – sharing and never getting enough for myself.
When I was in middle school or high school, my mom would often point out teasingly that I have a low EQ (emotions quotient), sort of like low IQ except with emotions.
I believe having doubts is a part of being human but as I grow older, I would often find my doubts be the driving factor of my day-to-day anxiety and hesitation.
Sometimes, I wish I can go to the top of a mountain and scream, “I am a capable person.”
When life gives you lemons, you do whatever the hell you can with it.