Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Boundries That Aren't There

I often wonder if I was more impulsive would I be more content. I often feel constrained by my own boundries, But I have no idea why I put these boundries up in the first place, they hinder my progress. I describe it as being cautious, but I wouldn't say I was afriad. There's nothing to be frightened of.... except cockroaches and Ted Bundy.

I used to think having fancy things was a testemant to my success in life, but when I look at the things I've got I see wood and metal.... if I think of the things I've done I have memories and warm feelings that no amount of money can buy. I guess that's a valuable lesson right there.

I'm starting to see things differently simply because I'm breaking down my own boundries, I'm making a concious effort to appreciate things that, as adults, people seem to lose sight of. So when I have a stressful day at work, it doesn't really affect me like it should/would have, because, after all, it's just a job, and at the end of every day, I'll still get to see the sun setting.

This place isn't the only place on earth.

My job isn't the only job on earth.

Because I know this, my possibilities are endless.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hey girl. It's Kelly! (formerly hairdizzer.blogspot) this is my new one. :-)