I turn forty-three in twenty days. I used to freak out in my thirties because I thought I was way behind, but then I realized some of the dreams I chased then were goals society said I should have. They weren’t actually ones I wanted. So I’ve let those go, and I realized that I am right where I am supposed to be.
I forgot how much I enjoyed blogging. Today, I was looking for a photo, and thought, "Perhaps my livejournal account has it." So, that led to me reading a few old entries I wrote. That was a bad idea. I was (and still am) very self-absorbed! I felt like I had diarrhea of the mouth (or, in this case, the hands) for the past ten years. Then again, I thought, if people felt that way, they can continue to feel that way. I'm not going to change for anyone ;-)
As to what I've been up to the past four years, I've taken up skating. I suck badly, but, I'm allowed to suck badly, right? I'll probably suck tomorrow, but I promise to suck better.
As to what I've been up to the past four years, I've taken up skating. I suck badly, but, I'm allowed to suck badly, right? I'll probably suck tomorrow, but I promise to suck better.
Skating. Skating. And More Skating.
I only come on here seldomly now. Every once in a while (I think the last time was five years ago), I'll make some sort of false promise to update, update update! But, of course, every time, the lure of facebook keeps me away. While I'm not promising to update more, I will do my best to update when I can.
Believe in the sacredness of this body - it is a gift that has been given to us and, must keep it intact. By crying 'mine, mine' and changing this body-tool, we are essentially living in ego and creating a separateness between ourselves and the divinity within us. By transcending societal views of beauty, I believe that I can focus more on my actions. My attitude and thoughts and actions have more value in them than my body because I recognize that this body is just going to become ash in the end, so why fuss about it? When I die, no one is going to remember what I looked like, heck, my kids will forget my voice, and slowly, all physical memory will fade away. However, my impact and legacy will remain: and, by not focusing on the physical beauty, I have time to cultivate those inner virtues and hopefully, focus my life on creating change and progress for this world in any way I can. So, to me, my face isn't important but the smile and the happiness that lie behind the face are. - Balpreet Kaur
This is the first time I will be in agreement with anything Paris Hilton is asking for (she has tweeted a plea for donations to her followers). The southern part of the Philippines was hit by a terrible typhoon this past weekend. The death toll has exceeded 1,000, and is continually rising. Please consider making a donation of any amount to the Philippine Red Cross (you can donate to the American Red Cross as well, since they are assisting in relief efforts) http://www.redcross.org.ph/donate
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