Life is not a list to check off.
Have goals .
Don’t allow bitterness and the pursuit of wealth or the desire to look like a touched up picture of a model detract from the meaning and the true purpose of your life.
Easy to do. I do it too.
Figure out your purpose.
If you are not dead yet and have tried killing yourself many times.
You have a purpose.
Life is a gift and a curse and today and tomorrow may not ever be the same.
One moment, one word, one test result, one decision can shake your core and world from the inside out.
A Career- is doing something I love.
Money is a means to an end.
I can’t take all my material belongings with me to another world.
Stuff is just stuff.
Everything is replaceable except for a life and your health. Houses are demolished by hurricanes, weather freaks of nature every day.
Happiness is….. whatever the fuck you make it.
Make each day count. my Uncle taught me that saying.
If money is your God. Make sure you have a good deal with the money God or make sure you are that God.
Chances are you won’t permanently succeed over toppling that son of a biaatch.
Happiness -now that is a choice.
Choices are hard to make at times. We can convince ourselves we have no choice.
See this world through the eyes of a child, an elderly person or someone who is ill or someone who is grateful to have a bed to sleep on.
To the person who told me all homeless people are homeless because they are drug addicts or alcoholics.
I recall a time when said person was made homeless because they couldn’t pay their rent. No drug issues apart from an Eating disorder, diet pills and codeine and junk food and an illness and no support from anyone to help her.
I was 5 years old and I came home from school,I was told to sit on the step while I watched 2/3 men throwing our stuff out.
Literally throwing our stuff out the window.
The weekend before it was beautiful sunny day. I swam and we sat around the swimming pool. I don’t know how I knew or who told me that the landlord was going to throw us out.
I left said person to sunbathe and I decided to fight for our home.
I’ve always been a trouble maker. Some one who has the audacity to challenge people bigger than me.
I don’t shut up.
My Mother made sure I knew how to write my name and read before I was in kindergarten. She taught me how to read and write.
I wrote him a letter and posted it to him.
I asked him to not throw us out. Give us more time. We promise we will pay the rent.
I guess we can all be dickheads and worry about money and looks.
YUP- they are and will fade.
I’ve seen people I love become millionaires then become paupers over night and then millionaires again and die with nothing.
Not even their dignity. A papers funeral.
Money and looks are in a constant state of flux
Make sure you have character to back you up. HarDships make character – It’s easy to be bitter, its easy to be hard and emotionless.
Its easy to moan because I walked in the rain (again) in england.
I decided to put my face to the sky ,watch the birds fly and allow the rain to soak face and hair.
I smiled and smiled – in spite of not having cent to buy food or anything until next Thursday.
I’m not a fool.
I looked like one walking in the the rain with a grin on my embracing the rain and the cold.
Just like I did when I was a child.
Not comforming to looking downwards ,scowling -at the damn British weather.
Look for signs of life. Flowers are blooming again.
I have to have hope.
Hope is the only thing that keeps me going.
My mother refuses to tell me she loves me. We argue. She’s ill.
I tell her I love her no matter what.
LOVE BEAUTIFUL SOULS, FLAWED SOULS. Help those who can’t see past a dollar bill or the next selfie or the this day to get through life. YOU WILL NEVER LOOK OR BE AS GOOD AND BEAUTIFUL AS YOU ARE TODAY.
Don’t let the bastards whether family, friends or foe blame you for their problems and for making mistakes.
We are all human.
I don’t need a God to pray to for strength .I have love in my heart and I don’t give up on the people I love. I include my Dad in that.
These are my words
Great ideas and plans sometimes mean delays.
I’m the worst person to put off goals I’m passionate about. I am learning that if I want things to look and come across a certain way, I have to wait.
I’m beyond excited to be approached to be a part of an industry I love. I’m one of those people who will do what it takes to learn how to be the best at what I am doing and then worry about the money.
I do believe ‘money is a means to an end’
I’ve had money and I’ve been on ass and lined up in food banks.
No-It’s not fun owing money left, right and centre.
It’s a bleak existence not knowing what the true value of money is.
Today-I know the true value of money.
Its value is not a destination.
It’s a means to get me from one part of my journey to the next.
Some people (who I’ve met in my life) wonder why I make out like I have an endless supply of money.
People have come into my current home and looked around confused —
“How dare this “peasant” make out /look like she is rich”-
First of all,
I am rich.
My idea of wealth is different to the next person. I grew up a certain way and some traits stay with us.
I have also realised the value in ‘letting go’.
No, I haven’t read ‘the secret’ or started an illegal job nor am I involved in work of a frivolous nature.
(If I did want to sell my body or body parts….)
Hashtag “Just saying”
I have Life to guide me. I have my personality, experiences and I have an open outlook on Life.
I am a student of Life.
Be happy. Don’t give your energy to the wrong people, if you do then let it go. What they do with your energy is out of your control.
We gain more from realising the power of letting other people be. It’s taken me a long time and many mistakes and heart aches, falling out with people and picking myself off the floor; to realise I gain so much from everything I do.
There are no mistakes, only lessons to be learned’ is true
Continue to stay to true to yourself. Embrace your quirks and work them.
Flaunt them and love yourself.
Look around you , think of all the people you have loved, admired, bigged up, given a part of yourself to
On reflection you may go :
aargh! what the wtf was I thinking..’
There may be a part of you who is divided —
…well that person is different. They are allowed to have an ” ugly” side because…
…their talent or looks or status make up for their faults.
We should all prescribe a dose of that empathy and love to ourselves-
I am blessed to have a daughter who is a direct reflection of me
She is my mirror image. I love her and I think she is smart, funny, creative, gorgeous, articulate talks too much, stubborn, a bit of. a dram queen.. The full package.
I love myself too.
I am not a super model in a magazine nor do I want to be. I’m not a model citizen – I would have my face eaten by rats in Orwell’s Ministry of Love and be high/ numbed by synthetic products all the time in Huxley’s world.
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy indulging in a hedonistic life, zoning out watching and reading ‘Trash’ and watching ‘trash’ too. I
Go OverBoard by all means.
Make sure you get back on the boat.
I’m good enough. Be real — not a cardboard cut up of a media pitch advertising how you should act, look and live.
Thanks for reading my morning musings…
lots of willow’s GOATS2BDazee love