Wrecked.
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Walk the Walk.
After talking the talk, I am about to throw myself into massive culture shocks. Let’s go globe, I’m ready to knock you off yo boots! Australia and New Zealand in 12 days for 12 days, Costa Rica in 3 months for 3 months. Working 40 hours a week to save that dough and maybe I’ll wind up in Thailand, Cambodia, and Vietnam May 2013… maybe.
Note to Self: Stress Won’t Help
The root of all evil is not women, envy, nor money — but stress. Stress to succeed, stress to impress, stress to be the best. For me, the worst kind of stress is the self-induced kind. The kind where I base it on what I believe others have of me, expectations for me, and about me. The simple solution is to just do, act, and say without worrying about anyone else except I and me.
If only it were this simple when it’s with those you genuinely care for and wish for their approval. When approval means everything, I swear that kind of stress can kill you.
The best thing to do? Don’t worry about their reactions, only yours. If they disapprove then so be it. It’s not something that can be controlled other than that person(s). But ha, only if it were that easy. The best part? No matter the difficulty, as long as this person you stressing about is family, he/she/it will always love you in the end.
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