People are powerful.
As people we have this gift and this almost super power (as I see it) to make someone else's day better, to change someone else's life, or to even make someone cry.
We are basically a creation to do good (though I guess that can be argued, I am not going to go down that road)

Every person we walk past down the street has a story.
They have a past.
They have demons hanging up to never appear again.
They have insecurities.
Each person you walk past has a family.
They have a mother and a father.
They have joy that has come into their life.
Each person you pass has a journey that they are on.
To fulfill their dreams and live their life happily and in peace.

However, we are human we make mistakes, we hit rough patches, and we find little pot holes in the road in which we didn't expect.
And some times we try to make it out alone, we think that we can do it.
That being alone will solve all of the little bumps and bruises that have found their way into your life.
Sometimes we even run away from people because we just want to be alone because we don't know what else to do.

Yet, there are those people, those thick headed, stubborn people who know that you need someone, you need someone to not talk about the issue at hand to not point out how you got into this figurative pot hole.
They just know you need a friend.
Someone to see movies with, someone to stay up late with and talk about silly things like cat videos on YouTube or whether when turtles bring their heads into their shells if their spines buckle or contract (Kurt Vonnegut reference).

What's so great about people is that there are those who come into your life as little gifts.
We don't ask for these gifts but they appear.
Sometimes, people bring light to a situation. Just by being someone's friend.
Because whats so great about people is that no person is the same.

We are all weird, we are all a little strange, and we all have a past.
To judge would make us hypocrites.

Sometimes, people are just little gifts that never fade.
Pretty incredible when you really think about it.

You are someones gift.
"The reason why a seesaw was made for two people is that when you go down, there would always be someone there to lift you up again" -- Ash Sweeney
Keep calm and Carry on
xoxo
Melissa

Patience, it's a trait to be valued.
It is rare to have patience and not have to work on the trait itself.


Recently, I have been struggling with patience with a number of things and the conclusion that I have come to is that all good in life comes with time, never over night...unless you're lucky...in which case, you don't count.

Numerous things in my life right now are causing me to be very impatient.
But, one in particular is this: I started Weight Watchers about seven weeks ago...and I have lost 15.4 pounds as of today! This is obviously something to be celebrated and from an outsider looking in it's great I have lost 15.4 pounds and I have been doing all the right things to learn healthier eating habits and be a healthier me. However, I bought a top to a bathing suit when I first started the program and it looked OK but not great. Now it looks great, however, I recently just bought the bottoms, because when I started the program it looked as though the bottoms were being eaten by me (Granted they are Victoria Secret bottoms so they run a little small) though, that's no excuse. Now I have maybe another 15-20 more pounds to go before I can confidently wear the bathing suit bottoms. And I am thinking, great. What's the use? Or I do for a second anyways then I think about how I am going to feel after I get on the scale at my weekly meetings and I reach my 10% (21 lbs) and I am able to wear things with out spanx and my short dresses will look that much cuter. But, it's this whole waiting thing that's getting me in a rut, I know that by working hard and doing all of the right things that I will be rewarded when I am able to put on my Jcrew Skinny Jeans, and fit into my skinny VS bathing suit bottoms and confidently strut around in my bikini. I know this day will come, I am just waiting and waiting for the day to come.

More hard work is underway, and next week I will be a smaller me than I am today.
That is what keeps me going.
Better to lose than to gain it.

Keep Calm and Carry On
xoxo
Melissa

So I've been falling a lot lately.
Well falling figuratively and literally.

I have been super hard on myself recently.
Thinking that I am not good enough that I need to try ten times harder to achieve something when I am already doing my best.
I have been telling myself that eventually I will stop being so hard on myself and it seems each time I tell myself that I will lighten up I just get more stressed out and afraid that I am going to fall down (figuratively) or that I am going to fail.

What's even funnier is it comes in waves of ups and downs...one day I am so happy to be who I am and then there are other days where I feel not good enough and as though I am in my own life as a stranger who is trying to manipulate and mess up certain parts of what's going good in my life.

I have been jumping to irrational conclusions but for what? Trying to find something wrong with what is good. Like the good is a trick so that I fall harder.

However, I have successfully (almost) completed 16 hours of classes...SIXTEEN! I believed in myself, my family believed in me, and my friends supported me.
I did something that I thought I would not be able to complete and I did it!

I have been doing things to better myself and figure out more of who I am. I am being the person I have wanted to be (minus the times where I give myself an unrealistic hard time).
And that in itself is an accomplishment.

So getting to the falling literally.
I don't think I ever truly wrote about my ACL surgery that I had back in December.
It was a long time coming.
So anyways, I had the surgery and then recovered fairly well. It was defiantly a roller coaster ride I don't remember alot but then I do remember things (like I was an emotional roller coaster due to pain meds and just an all around struggle and also a struggle that bettered me)

However, two weeks (about) ago I fell down, hard. With out my knee brace on at school. Spilled two venti caramel macchiatos all over my butt which was just not attractive, a skinned knee, and a slightly embarrassed me because well for one it happened at school and two I cried in front of this macho cop.

So I took the right steps, I got the MRI today. And I find out Wednesday if I have to have surgery....again.
However I did find out I can get a different color brace so that way I don't look like my leg is a giant zebra (obviously the most important part of my knee surgery recovery)

So whether I fell figuratively or literally I am getting back up and dusting my self up and isn't that what is most important?

Keep Calm and Carry On.
xox
Melissa

"So go ahead. Fall down. The world looks different from the ground" -Oprah Winfrey