Thanks to Erin for bringing it to my attention. :)
I hate when people indirectly tell me how to live my life. I hate being judged by people who are supposed to love me. That's the second thing.
The third...Today was very busy. My dad left this morning for Conneticut. After he left for the airport I got up, got ready, and headed out the door. I went to my mom's to pick up my sneakers, and after awhile left for the bank. I cashed a paycheck from forever ago, and then went to the gym. After the gym, I went to Maggie's to walk the dogs and then to the Galleria to look at the sale at Charlotte Russe. Well, it turns out that no amount of discount could entice me to purchase those clothes (I always say, "No, thanks" to shorts that would most definitely go up my ass). I went to Gap instead, and bought a pair of shorts on sale (which means, of course, that it was half of that paycheck I cashed). I had a sandwich (which was sooooo good, I have to say) at Croissan' Time, and then I came back home.
I've had this huge box of books to give away by my door for months now (and even after giving those away, I've still got 1,000,000+), and inside of it was A Short Guide to a Happy Life by Anna Quindlen. It wasn't supposed to be there, so I plucked it out of the box and sat down on my bed to read it. It is tangible proof that whether something is 3 pages or 300 pages, it is the content that matters. This book is 50 small pages, most of which are black and white photographs. Here are some interesting things I read:
Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies. And be it gash or gold, it will not come again in this intentical disguise.-Gwendolyn Brooks
"Don't ever forget what a friend wrote to Senator Paul Tsongas when the senator had decided not to run for reelection because he'd been diagnosed with cancer: 'No man ever said on his deathbed I wish I had spent more time at the office.'"
"Life is made up of moments, small pieces of glittering mica in a long stretch of gray cement."
"And think of life as a terminal illness, because if you do, you will live it with joy and passion, as it ought to be lived."
Anna Quindlen made an incredible point when she said that it is "easier to write a resume than to craft a spirit". I think that this is just as applicable to us now, as high school students, as it is when we are applying for real jobs. We're typing up resumes for this college and that university, which matter and hopefully make us proud, but the point that Anna Quindlen indirectly makes is that there is another kind of resume. The second type of resume doesn't state what awards we've received, what our GPA is, or what school we went to. It's about who we are. Who am I, really? Who are you, really?
Here is Anna Quindlen's "resume":
I am a good mother to three good children. I have tried never to let my profession stand in the way of being a good parent. I no longer consider myself the center of the universe. I show up. I listen. I try to laugh.
I am a good friend to my husband. I have tried to make my marriage vows mean what they say. I show up. I listen. I try to laugh.
I am a good friend to my friends, and they to me. Without them I would have nothing of interest to say to anyone, because I would be a cardboard cutout. But I call them on the phone, and I meet them for lunch. I show up. I listen. I try to laugh.
I would be rotten, or at best mediocre, at my job if those things were not true.
And my favorite line: You cannot be really first-rate at your job if your job is all you are.
I really think this goes for a million things. If only one thing defines you, you can't really be good at the thing you pretend is your career.
Be multi-dimensional. Why does being two-faced have to be such a bad thing? As long as you don't use your dimensions in a negative way, it doesn't have to be. Explore your gifts and talents and the possibilities that are in this world. I'll do the same.