Are you wasting time?

                Last night at church my pastor preached about the importance of not wasting your time. He used a University Study that has got me to spending a bit of my time mulling over. The study was done by a University that studied the 1,500 participants over the course of 20 years. The 1,500 participants were put into two groups; Group A, the people who chose their career as a means of making more money, or Group B, the people who worked for their dream first and figured the money would come later. There were 1,255 people who chose Group A while only 245 chose Group B.

                Out of the lot only 101 of them became millionaires. Out of Group A, the people who wanted to make a lot of money now only one became a millionaire. Out of Group B, those that worried about their dreams first, there were 100 who became millionaires.

                I had been thinking already about what I wanted to do with my life, but this made the issue even more pressing. Not knowing what I should be doing with my life makes me feel as if I am wasting it. And in a sense I am. Sure, I may be doing General Education, growing closer to God, and working. But what if I don’t need General Education courses for my dream? What if I am supposed to be doing and working towards my dream right now? What if I have already missed a big opportunity with my dream because I didn’t consider it to be as pressing of a deal when I was in High School?

                My Pastor also said that deep down you know what you are supposed to be. You have desires, wishes, and dreams but just may be too scared to act on them. My friend Evan knows his dream, he wants to produce music but he decided to start off at WIT and like me, do General Education. He is now seriously considering changing his major to what he wants to do, music producer, instead of just wasting his time doing General Education, like I may be.

                Pastor put the urgency of not wasting time into perspective for me. Before I was concerned and feeling like a loser and could finally understand what my friend Danny had talked to me about in the middle of my Senior Year which was just this past year. He had chosen the path of working after High School and he told me how he felt like a loser not going to college like the other kids were doing, mainly because he didn’t know what he felt his calling in life was. At that time, I only felt bad for him, because I figured I didn’t know what I wanted to be therefore I knew how he felt but I was wrong. From the time of being in High School and wanting to know what I want to be and being in college wanting to know, for me, were vastly different kinds of want.

                In High School I wanted to know, sure, but I figured I had time to figure it all out before I was in college. But the time for college came all too quickly and I still did not know. At the time of my initially choosing to go to WIT for General Education I was restless, trying to figure out if it was right. And then after a little bit of scrounging around in my brain, searching the internet, and prayer for my dreams and what would work for me as a job, I just got this overwhelming peace about it, for the sole fact that I’d rather do WIT and General Education then waste my time even more by only working. That peace only increased at my graduation where we had to give the speaker a couple sentences about us and our goals to which I wrote, I was going to WIT and did not know what my goal was at the time. The speaker commented saying in a more graceful sentence, that it was okay not to know, many people don’t know.

                At the time knowing I wasn’t the only one gave me peace but I don’t want to be amongst the majority wasting my life living for money, or possibly unnecessary education. I want to do the desires of my heart for aren’t you better off working towards knowing your goal than just sitting idly?

                Now I have to figure out, What am I good at? What do I like doing? As I was talking to Evan this morning he asked me those same questions. Oddly enough he brought up suggestions like writing and reading, which are two things I like to do. He also brought up art, which I haven’t done in a very long time but I remember loving. Those things are in my list of things I like to do as are; interior design, architecture, and just being a mom.

                Well first off, only being a mom is out of the picture for the sole fact that I am not even close to being married yet so having children now is out of the picture too and waiting around for that to happen would be wasteful. With interior design or architecture, I don’t want to move away from Sioux City and for those jobs you kinda have to be in a bigger city, especially since what I would want to do with that job is design and construct the house and then decorate the inside, which isn’t usual since people usually get people who specialize in an area, not people who do it all mediocre. Granted I would want to learn all I can in each area.

                The more I think about this oppressing question, the more I remember that one time back in tenth grade I was in with my Spanish teacher for a heart-to-heart girls time. We watched a video where this lady, Lisa, told us her life story. In it she explained how she was shy and quiet and was also blind in one eye from cancer. During her high school years it was required that you take speech and keyboarding but with the empathy of her counselor she didn’t have to (because of her eye). She said she figured God was laughing at her during that time since that is what she is doing today. She speaks to girls all over the country about the importance of getting to know God and waiting for the man He has set out for us, the importance of patience and prayer. She also writes books over what she speaks to the girls that she sees while touring, which require a keyboard to do.

                I remember when I heard her say that the feeling of, “that’ll be you.” Which I personally think would be cool, but me speaking? In front of people, let alone taping it for even more to see? Or me writing girly books?

                The thing that I have always had a desire to do would be to be a stay at home mom with the five kids I aspire to conceive, then have and be a writer. Writing not only books that help young girls to hopefully not make the same mistakes I have but also books that entertain them and tell them of an imaginational story that has some sort of Biblical backing. That, to me, would be the perfect career goal. But is it what I’m supposed to be is the question I now have to answer.


Cheer up!
One of these days we’ll talk, but the reason why I haven’t done so yet is cuz I don’t know what to say.. It seems to me that you have too much faith in me and that just talking it all out will fix everything, it won’t. It will help, sure, just knowing someone else is there for you and knows what you’re going through and is willing to help you but I don’t want to disappoint you. I’m not God. I can’t fix you. You have to do that. I love you and want the best for you but you have to want the best for yourself too.



ADDICTIONS/TELLS ALL

Pornography.

When I was little, about 11 (I think) I saw some things that I’m not proud of.. some things that I wish I hadn’t. They were online. On YouTube. I was clicking through YouTube one day when I saw on the side a suggested video and I clicked on it. Now I can’t say that I remember how many times I watched that video and two others because I blocked this memory out of my head because it was too painful and I was too ashamed. I still am. But I can say that I can still see those scantily dressed women.. only wearing bras and underwear.. I know that isn’t porn but at the end of each video it had the implement of “take it off” or “let’s see what’s underneath” and these girls would giggle and move their bodies scandalously and then it’d say now go here to see the rest.. I never went to the website cause I was to afraid of getting caught and because I didn’t want to see that.. I just wanted to look like that. This wasn’t porn, just the promo but it got me to thinking.. I want to look like that. Is that what I have to do to make a man love me? I want a man to love me! I want true love! Does this ensure love? These videos ruined my psyche.. I started wanting to be like them. Wanting to feel the way they acted.. wanting a man to please me. It took years for me to get out of that. I mean yes I do still want true love but I’m not willing to strip for it for if it really was true love, I wouldn’t have to. 

I also started thinking I wasn’t good enough to ever get a man.. I was too fat here.. Too skinny here.. Too tall for this man.. Or short for another one.. I had acne.. funny looking hair.. I wasn’t pretty.. I had no friends.. I sweated whenever I got embarrassed.. I was to shy to talk to boys.. I dwelled on the prospect of me not being good enough for so long that I believed it I could never be. Now while having these thoughts are normal they are also lies.. You may be heavier, you may be a stick, you may be tall, short, shy, sweaty, have funny hair, acne, no friends, ugly.. whatever.. but the thing is.. YOU’RE YOU! What more could you ask for?? To be someone else? No! God made you, you. Don’t question Him. He kinda knows what He’s doing.. (: As for the insecurities.. If you’ve got some weight on you then diet, exercise, just try and lose it.. I’m not saying that you have to be skinny I’m saying that if  that’s what you want then do. If you’re fine with your weight then stay that way but you’re the only person who can change you so if you’d rather be able to eat that big bowl of ice cream late at night instead of carrots then do! Don’t try and become bulimic or anorexic to lose it that will severely hurt you. Be healthy but also be happy! If you’re too skinny then eat foods that stick to your bones.. don’t over indulge to try to get thicker.. just figure out how, healthily. As for the tall and short.. just wait you’ll find love just the same. Height, in the end, doesn’t matter nor compare to true love. As for shyness and no friends… try looking up. Say hi or nod your head to passersby.. Or maybe just look them in the eyes and smile. That helps a lot. It helps you get out of your head and to think of others. You can be taught how to treat your hair right and how to get rid of acne. With the right products. It’d doable. 

As for ugly.. Don’t buy into the devil’s lies. God made you in His likeness (or image) the creater of the universe shaped you to look like Him. He created you perfectly. Believe Him and His promise of creating you just as He said He did. 

Suicide

There is only one time that I felt so completely lost and alone that I truly thought about it.. I mean yes I had thought about it in fleeting and maybe for longer than than but I mean I dwelled on the thought.. I thought.. maybe.. just maybe.. if I could kill myself then they’d be happy with me. Then I’d be loved. Then they’d care. But the thing is.. while yes they would care and would feel bad that they didn’t realize how bad of shape you were in and how badly they feel that they weren’t there for you because of the outcome.. You get nothing. No satisfaction. You’re dead. My lasting thought on the subject was thinking about how my death would please them.. and how much I’d rather make them suffer. 

Death is a huge commitment. All I ask is that if anyone is thinking about doing it.. Watch To Save A Life. It helped me in so many ways.. It shows two kids hurting.. both reaching out for attention and love.. one takes his life before he gets any and anther gets it and then there is a misunderstanding and is about to take his life. They are both hurting.. both searching.. The only person who is able to keep you out of this depressed state is Jesus Christ. He died for your sins so you didn’t have too. He wants your love and He will love you unconditioinally so long as you let Him. No person on this Earth can heal your heart but He can. And He can do it in such a beautiful way.

-Don’t do it!-

Cutting, Alchol, & Drugs. Will be discussed later.


Q
If I said I knew you.. and was about to kill myself.. would you do anything?
Anonymous

I just got a post that stated a a friend’s inquiry, wondering if I knew they were contemplating suicide, would I do anything?

The answer is yes. I will do all I can do.

But I would also like to ask you why? I mean I know all the answers you’ve given me and I can’t imagine how bad it is to live there but you only have to live at home for 18 years.. you’re almost done! I know that this is hard but pushing threw this will only make you stronger. /What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger../

The fact that you’re feeling depressed is normal. Especailly at your age. 

And even though you are having these feelings does NOT mean you have to act on them. In your deepest and hardest moments of despair.. when you’re ready to make your way out.. just remember this.. 

YOU’RE WORTH MORE THAN THIS!!

You’re… (You are. Not just everyone but you. You are.)

Worth… (The value something has, how much it’s to be bought for)

More… (Something above what is already offered or given, something unnecessary)

Than… (Comparing or linking to attempt to contrast something)

This… (What’s occurring. The object in question. The topic. The specified thing.)

You are, valuable beyond what is already offered, contrasting what’s already in place.

I will do anything to help you. Just tell me what to do. I love you honey.


Eyes: The Gateway To Your Heart

Standing there, I see her eyes

Eyes full of torment and deprive

She can’t stand her family or her friends

She just wishes her life would end

Tonight I’ll do it she resolved

Illtake my life, with just cause

Standing there in front of the mirror

She sees herself, eyes so bare

She picks up the gun

Puts it to her head

About to pull the trigger

She backs out instead

Her resolve not strong enough

She’ll live another day

Just until she goes down again

Down again to stay


I’ve come to realize that I’m afraid of commitment. I’m afraid of putting myself out there for fear of getting hurt.. because if I put myself out there and try to commit.. give my heart to another person.. really give it to him.. then he has the reigns to control it.. to love it or to crush it at his will. It’s easier to just keep it locked away behind these walls.. so far removed that there is no chance for that pain to ever come about.. but it still does.. giving your heart to another person does not guarantee your happiness just like guarding it doesn’t guarantee your hearts safety. Making yourself vulnerable to another person is hard and it hurts but what is life with out it’s pitfalls and what is love with out it’s pain?

I’ve come to realize that I’m afraid of commitment. I’m afraid of putting myself out there for fear of getting hurt.. because if I put myself out there and try to commit.. give my heart to another person.. really give it to him.. then he has the reigns to control it.. to love it or to crush it at his will. It’s easier to just keep it locked away behind these walls.. so far removed that there is no chance for that pain to ever come about.. but it still does.. giving your heart to another person does not guarantee your happiness just like guarding it doesn’t guarantee your hearts safety. Making yourself vulnerable to another person is hard and it hurts but what is life with out it’s pitfalls and what is love with out it’s pain?