Tuesday, January 10, 2012

I Am Disappoint; The Way Ahead

I Am Disappoint; in myself, mainly. For me, that is the worst, because I am my own toughest critic.

We all do it, or at least most of us do. Our friends will remind us we are too hard on ourselves and how awesome we are. I’m sure glad I have friends/loved ones like that. Those are the people we need to surround ourselves with. Sometimes, even I need encouragement and a swift kick in the butt.

Friends should listen to your problems, encourage you to correct/fix/improve; real friends will kick you when you need it and tell you to fix your cranial rectitus. These voices of love, support and reason should be honored. After all, you are pretty special, right? Or else you wouldn’t have such great friends.

I am blessed with a multitude of friends from many walks of life. Yesterday, I was pretty sore with myself, probably unfairly, and one such friend arrived unexpectedly. She arrived with a big smile and even bigger hugs. And gifts. Woohoo!

I received emails from another friend who sympathized and encouraged. Our trio has decided to make efforts towards a common goal when we see one another, or at least make a better effort. Dancing is good for the soul, and although club dancing is a blast, I’m talking about structured dance. I’ll speak on that more at a later date.

Being further blessed with encouragement from my sister, I can only work on my personal goals, keeping their thoughts in mind. And to top it off, my fantastic partner made me a delicious steak salad for dinner. Things are looking up!!


This is how hard some goals feel, yet these men accomplished theirs.

Goal-setting is something I don’t particularly enjoy, at least not quantifiable goals. I’ve made a couple in the most recent arena, one is lofty, and one is totally attainable. I’m aiming high and if I only achieve the lesser goal, I’ll still be mightily pleased. While I’m trying not to be too disappointed, I’m quite frustrated with myself and a bit angry. At least I get things accomplished while angry, so I’m not too worried about the situation.

Interestingly, all the aforementioned friends and loved ones are gingers….you know, redheads. What is it about them or me that draws them into my life? I think it’s their fiery dispositions; after all, I was born one too. With that, I’ll pick up my own torch and continue this path to improvement.


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