It was the last inning in our all-star game, and we were losing 10 to 8. Our team had 2 outs and we couldn’t get the third. Our pitcher was doing bad, throwing all balls, while all of us in the field were tired, ready to fall asleep at any moment. There goes another walk. They score again.
Mckenna, I too wrote about the mindless monster and the negative effects it can have on someone. It's crazy to think about the lengths people will go to please someone and will overwork themselves to make sure others are happy. I believe that the only way to be truly happy is to make sure you're good first. The other aspect I agree with was your point on body language. That is something I need to work on a lot as well.
My discomfort with vulnerability has previously led me to step back from situations whether that be consciously or unconsciously. I now recognize this and am able to focus on fixing this. Without being able to cope well with my own vulnerability and those around me, I will not be the transformational leader, that I want to
I have been doing some thinking about our conversation a few days ago and have concluded that I will take you up on the offer! I just sold my old bike and now have some money left over that I can use to pay for those seminars. I am going to see how soon I can get this done, I am going to look at the dates and send my form in. I will keep you posted on the status of things as they get processed.
The Republic, by Plato provides us with four different definitions of justice which are given by the four characters Cephalus, Polemarchus, Thrasymachus, and Glaucon. According to Cephalus, the definition of justice includes the laws and repaying one’s creditors. Socrates doesnot agree to the idea that of repayment of creditors as always to be a good idea. The second person to define Justice was Polymarchus, the son of Cephalus. In his opinion, justice is defined as helping your friends and harming your rivals.
The Tide detergent bottle gradually moved back and forth, as my father’s elbow creaked, refusing to cooperate. “It’s my own way of physical therapy, you see,” my father boasted. “If I keep it up, I think I’ll be able to move my elbow by the end of the month.” “Yeah,” I whispered, keeping my voice low, because I knew my mother was shut-away in the other room. The lights were off, the door was closed, and she barricaded each ear with a pillow to block out any sound that might further trigger her migraine.
The severity of this taught me that in trying times, allowing myself to experience emotional
I fully believe our struggles define who we are and what we will become. My anxiety disorder has been a factor in my life ever since I was a child but it was always unknown, just something I believed to be normal. I knew I was anxious but I never knew why. As a child, I was always the kid that just “didn’t come out of her shell yet” and then during middle school, I realized something was wrong when I couldn’t get to school in the morning and panic attacks came daily.
I fell into an abusive relationship, and my personality faded into the shadows, masked by the depression and fear. On the outside, I was the smart, yet quiet girl who sat in the back of the classroom alone. On the inside, I was broken. I struggled with anxiety and abuse that I denied and I was never bold enough to get the help that
I used to be so oblivious. I would attend school every day and criticize my surroundings, little did I know how much I actually had. Come junior year, I observed a flyer for a club called S.A.L.T. (Student-Athlete Leadership Team), it seemed interesting to me so I decided to fill out an application. During our first meeting at 6:45 in the morning, Coach Jones, the head of the club, explained, “I did not cut anyone since you will cut yourself, you will give up and you will not want to put the work in, so you will stop coming.
As a child I was incredibly curious. One year, at Christmas time, my grandmother gave me a book called Big Book of Why. At the time I didn’t realize how annoying I must have been, always asking why or how to any random fact my elders told me. However I’m glad I was such a nuisance because without that book I would have not had such an enjoyable introduction to reading. Without the Big Book of Why I would have never fallen in love with words at such an early age.
I have gone through periods of my life when I finally break out of my shell and gain the confidence to be who I am. But, an incident has always come up that put me right back in my lonely and unhappy shell. It is like a rollercoaster: the high points are when I am confident and the low parts are when I am sad. But along the ride, I have found what I value most. I value leadership and I aspire to be a leader, a role model, for my peers and even for people who have no idea who I am.
Hence, I have set a goal to start embracing the positive and negative sides of myself. Facing oneself genuinely may be tough and frustrating. This is, however, an inevitable process of a personal growth from weakness. I believe in human capacity for change, especially in
While this may all come from a cartoon, there are some real life applications that you can gather from them. First, you might think that isolating ourselves from the people who care for you is a good choice for reflecting and solving problems. While that may be effective, you should also consider their help as they want nothing else but your wellness. Second, you must face the cause of your vulnerability, not bury it deep within the past. Lastly, you should be determined in what you do, but do not disregard compassion.
Thus, despite the values I was brought up with, the lack of proper information and the lack of space to vent feelings, I don’t associate my sensitivity with shame anymore. It did cause a lot of difficulties in the past, but it is these difficulties that forced me to get out my box and question myself, my attitude. And it is these difficulties that gave me a better understanding of myself, freed me of my inhibitions and made me the person I am
