Who Am I?

Well I'm just another bored teenager of course. Well I don't like to think of myself as average. I am simply me. I am who God created me to be and I'm ok with that. I'm not perfect. I'm not the prettiest or the smartest girl you'll ever meet, but I'm comfortable in my own skin. I have a purpose in life and I'm going to figure that out and fulfill it someday. I'm different and I don't mind. Some people think I'm weird or strange or crazy, but I don't mind. Love me or hate me, it's your choice and not really something I can change. I know I'm not going to be everyone's favorite person but that's ok, I don't have to be. As long as I can be myself and live life how I should, I'll be happy. I'll deny that sometimes and think I'm miserable, but deep down I'll be happy. I'm not the cookie cutter little miss perfect either. I have my flaws, I've had my tough times that have gone to the extreme. I've gone down dark roads and I'm lucky (not to mention thankful!) to be writing this. Don't try to label me, it's impossible.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Discipline

I've got a lot to learn about discipline. I always procrastinate in the morning and I've been lagging in my writing a lot lately. It's been a day with next to nothing than almost making up for it the next day. These flatliner days aren't good at all. 
I've got to learn to be able to sit there and write for hours on end to make my daily quota, and that's one of the reasons why NaNoWriMo is becoming so healthy for me. 
Another way I'm working on discipline myself is today I sat at home and unchecked every bad band off my iPhone sync list, just to see how long I can survive with just Jesus music. My goal is to break my dependency on reacting emotionally to music but blocking out all the negative until the end of the month on my phone. I sure can't control the music in the places I go, but I can at least take this tiny step. 
Maybe I can get myself back to reading my Bible for longer the morning instead of rushing off each and every day. 

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