Filed under: if there's nothing left to burn...
Using this tool http://www.franklincovey.com/tc/resources/view/msb I have created a personal mission statement. Of course it can evolve and should throughout the next weeks, months, years but it is a starting point. I hope that what I do in this world will reflect these statements of my core values. Why don’t you give it a try. Feel free to post it in the comments section.
Here it is:
Kristen Morris’ mission statement
I declare that:
I will remember how importance kindness is
I will covet and nurture all of my relationships
I will surround myself with people who make me feel safe and comforted
I will remember to fill my life with laughter even in the most difficult of situations
I will try to be considerate in all of my actions
I will search for my truth
I will be open to the people and the world around me and to new opportunites
I will continue to look for ways I can expand my knowledge
I will not try to be anything but myself
I will not take life too seriously and find joy in everything I do
I will not let fear get in the way of living my life
I will use Mandela’s journey to find the courage to know that I should always stand up for what I believe in
Filed under: on my mind
the pin hole sized wound that only allowed the pain to drip in slowly has now become a steady stream.
her life missed
her smile gone,
living only in our memory
an alternate universe that we now have to live in
that does not include her
where we are still expected to smile and shine on
to listen to other’s life aggrevations and nod and try to listen
but not be able to really hear
i remain confused.
i remain hurt.
but alas, i remain.
Filed under: all that noise
i find myself angry at the world right now. and i want it to stop. last night i walked along my street looking up at the moon in disbelief. usually in disbelief of its enigmatic beauty but tonight instead by its audacity to show up as if everything was normal and on track.
i find myself sad because of the world right now. and i want it to stop. the gentlest of melodies or an explosion of memories within my brain force tears to fall from my eyes. tears that i am now too tired to shed.
and then it will be the simplest of things that brings me back. the most simple acts in life that can renew my strength if even for a moment. as simple as the way the clerk at my corner store smiles when he sees that i’m back and how he seems genuinely heartbroken if i only buy one chocolate bar instead of three because the deal is too good to pass up. or to see a baby bundled up in a stoller, eyes open to the world around.
so when the moon comes out again like clockwork i will try to look at it with new eyes. until they are not filled with tears though i do not believe i will be able to see its beauty again.
