Let’s hear it from Ernest Hemingway
“If my Valentine you won’t be,
I’ll hang myself on your Christmas tree.”
How’s that for emotional blackmail?
Let’s hear it from Ernest Hemingway
“If my Valentine you won’t be,
I’ll hang myself on your Christmas tree.”
How’s that for emotional blackmail?
“When emerging from humble beginnings, those around you tend to underestimate your authenticity because they knew you before you were ‘somebody’.”
And often times, they will never forgive you for escaping, for managing to change your life in spite of… and most of all, for not bringing them with you. They will expect (demand) you to haul them out from the pit without their help because you made it. Therefore, if you can do it for yourself, you can do it for them. And if you refuse or fail for lack of cooperation, then you must be a very, very bad guy who doesn’t want anyone to succeed for the fear of losing your own sparkle. They will revel in your failure. They will hate you no matter what because you escaped.
They will spread lies about you to ruin your reputation and to establish themselves in the eyes of the public as victims. Lies are easier to believe than truths especially amongst those who are in the same boat. They seek solace and validation with one another. And for the others who are on the other side of the fence, underdogs tend to get the sympathy of the public, aren’t they? It is hard to pity someone who doesn’t want/crave pity and above all, fortunate.
People are blind.
How else they can overlook the fact that those who are condemning you are the ones who are guilty of the very crime they are accusing you of?
None is so blind than those who refuse to see.
And to watch while passing judgment is by far the safest option.
No matter what__ Life goes on.
Funny that the month we globally associated with the most powerful emotion of all featured imprisonment execution and martyrdom. Come to think of it, it sounds a lot like a marriage, don’t you think so?
If Valentine day is a place it would be Paris, the city of love with its catacombs, network of dark tunnels and more than six million human remains. A fitting allegory for the most complicated of all relationships__ romantic love.
Where everything is not what it seems and open for interpretation. No wonder there is a lot of broken out there. Broken hearts, broken vows, broken marriages, and so forth and so on.
Here is a quote I find quotable:
“February is a suitable month for dying. Everything around is dead, the trees black and frozen so that the appearance of green shoots two months hence seems preposterous, the ground hard and cold, the snow dirty, the winter hateful, hanging on too long.”
There you go.
Happy Love month people.
“If you swim effortlessly in the deep oceans, ride the waves to and from the shore, if you can breathe underwater and dine on the deep treasures of the seas; mark my words, those who dwell on the rocks carrying nets will try to reel you into their catch. The last thing they want is for you to thrive in your habitat because they stand in their atmosphere where they beg and gasp for some air.”
My dear children: I know that the world may try to tell you otherwise, but I want you to know that you haven’t come from a broken home—because there isn’t anything damaged about my love for you.
Perhaps we are nontraditional, and possibly sometimes, it feels as if we are wayward, but there is nothing about our family that is broken.
I never intended to be a single parent. And though I had hopes of the fairytale happily-ever-after, I soon realized that I was just not meant to live in a perfect castle, high on a hill, while those below thought my life was something more “perfect” than it really was.
My dear children: I see now that this was the journey that we were all meant to walk.
I would never have wanted you to grow up thinking that love was a responsibility, instead of a gift. Because while I didn’t get it right the first time—you just might.
Perhaps if I can show you that sometimes love isn’t easy—and that the first step is always to learn who we are and how we love—then maybe you will know more than I did and make choices that are founded in greater awareness and courage.
I didn’t know how little I knew about life and myself when I began my journey of divorce, but time did a beautiful job of teaching me.
I know that sometimes it’s hard just having one parent at home because Momma can only do so much at once. There is only one lap to sit on and one pair of arms to hold you close. There is only one adult to fix things, cook and plan entertaining endeavors. Sometimes I drop the ball because I’ve learned that I just can’t do it all.
It’s just me—and while I know I am enough, just as I am doing the best I can, I know that you still want more.
When you tell me that you want a boy to live with us, as I am driving on the highway, you don’t see the tear slide down my cheek because I honestly want it just as much as you do. I can’t provide that as easily as I can other things—I can’t magically snap my fingers and make it happen.
But I do have faith that when it’s meant to be—and at the right time—I will find us a good man.
For now, all I can do is love you my deepest love, not to make up for the fact that there is only one parent to kiss you and tuck you in at night, but because you are worth this type of love.
To say that you are from a broken home implies that you would have been happier and healthy if I had stayed in a marriage that I’d outgrown.
The reality of two adults who aren’t truly in love with one another is not as good as being single and modeling how to exquisitely love myself.
I know that what I say doesn’t mean a damn thing if I am not willing to do the hard work to back it up with action.
What good would I have been to you if I had preached to you about finding love, loving yourself, following your heart and all of the magic that is worthwhile in this life if I wasn’t willing to follow my own advice?
The truth is, my loves, we need make mistakes to learn lessons.
If I hadn’t followed my heart and decided that I wanted my life to be the greatest example for how to live, then I also wouldn’t be the mother that you truly needed me to be.
How differently would you have grown up if I taught you to ignore your heart?
If I instead taught you the value in keeping your mouth closed just to keep the peace?
You wouldn’t be the type of women who will one day change this world.
My goal from the start has been to raise amazing young women. I never intended to keep watch over you, teaching you your ABCs while you learn how to best blend into society so that one day you might get a mortgage, and an IRA and find yourself settled down but empty.
You’ll grow up to be young women with soul.
Women who have vision and ambition who know they will have to work through blood and sweat to get the life they want and deserve, because nothing is ever given in this life for free.
Women who follow their hearts no matter where it leads and who possess the courage to help others to do the same.
You will be game-changers and status quo destroyers.
I first had to become this type of woman to raise you.
So, no my darlings you are not from a broken home.
You are from a home full of love and soul that will teach you how to navigate life and have one helluva time while doing it.
~Author: Kate Rose
“Stephen kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.”
“You know how sometimes you tell yourself that you have a choice, but really you don’t have a choice? Just because there are alternatives doesn’t mean they apply to you.”
It is a good excuse to tell yourself when you are terrified of flying out into the unknown. I’ve been there done that. Officers of the law, social workers, lawyers, and well-meaning people including a taxi driver on my way to the airport who told me that I don’t have to stay with that man because look at me, I look like a doll and there are lots of guys who are going to happily fall in line just to get me had advice yours truly to take the money and run or just run.
Picture this: A poor pregnant immigrant girl in a strange land, or a very young mother of two; no family, nowhere to go, she doesn’t speak the language, no diploma, no work, no money. Going back home is not an option. Her family made sure she understands this. The husband warned her of the consequences of trying to run away with the kids. What choices she got? What would you do in her place?
There is more to life than this.
A policeman once told her while kneeling in front of her holding her shaking hands looking her in the eyes with a strange mixture of appeal, pity and something she didn’t understand amidst the devastation her drunken husband had caused the night before in their rented apartment. She heard the words but its meaning was lost to her. It was like watching a film, a fairy tale, she knew the place probably exists somewhere but far away, and not for her. Never for her. So, she just smiled and nod and closed the door. This is the reality she thought. This is her world. This is where she belongs…
For several years, I had been bored. Not a whining, restless child’s boredom (although I was not above that) but a dense, blanketing malaise. It seemed to me that there was nothing new to be discovered ever again. Our society was utterly, ruinously derivative (although the word derivative as a criticism is itself derivative). We were the first human beings who would never see anything for the first time. We stare at the wonders of the world, dull-eyed, underwhelmed. Mona Lisa, the Pyramids, the Empire State Building. Jungle animals on attack, ancient icebergs collapsing, volcanoes erupting. I can’t recall a single amazing thing I have seen firsthand that I didn’t immediately reference to a movie or TV show. A fucking commercial. You know the awful singsong of the blasé: Seeeen it. I’ve literally seen it all, and the worst thing, the thing that makes me want to blow my brains out, is: The secondhand experience is always better. The image is crisper, the view is keener, the camera angle and the soundtrack manipulate my emotions in a way reality can’t anymore. I don’t know that we are actually human at this point, those of us who are like most of us, who grew up with TV and movies and now the Internet. If we are betrayed, we know the words to say; when a loved one dies, we know the words to say. If we want to play the stud or the smart-ass or the fool, we know the words to say. We are all working from the same dog-eared script.
It’s a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless Automat of characters.
And if all of us are play-acting, there can be no such thing as a soul mate, because we don’t have genuine souls.
It had gotten to the point where it seemed like nothing matters because I’m not a real person and neither is anyone else.
I would have done anything to feel real again.
~ Gillian Flynn
They’re fake bullets, so why do I feel like I’m bleeding out? ―
As I said already before in one of my posts: Even after all these years, words still have the power to hurt me.
I said also that words are like knives. It can only hurt us if it hits the target, and what hurts the most are those that hit closer to home, in other words, the truth.
What I didn’t tell you is: it is not always the case. Sometimes words can hurt us even though they are not true if they come from people who are dear to us and those that we value the opinion of. It hurts knowing they think of us that way regardless of where the truth lies. And often times, at least in my case, I never correct their wrong assumptions. I find it a lost cause. Their minds are already made up. Trying to change their ideas of you is like mopping the floor with the tap wide open or shutting the stable door after the horse has bolted. It is difficult to change one’s (first) impression once it’s formed. Better charge it to experience and walk away. Other people’s opinion of you doesn’t make who you are. It’s a thought, not a fact. It’s a perspective, not the truth. It is disheartening yes but I will never let other people’s opinions define me. I will never give them the pleasure of insulting me. I may shed tears in private because of their ill-intended remarks but I will not crumble before them. Never. I will always hold my head up high and will never let myself be stirred into a fury, losing my dignity in the process. It’s better just to ignore and walk away.
How about you?
Would you defend yourself and your image with tooth and nail?
By Sonia Devine
“The reason we struggle with insecurity is because we compare our behind-the-scenes with everyone else’s highlight reel.” ~Steve Furtick
It’s in our nature to compare ourselves with others. The ability to weigh one situation up against another helps us make decisions and live our lives productively.
The downside is that when you constantly compare your own life with those of other people, you will always come up short.
Over-comparing causes envy. Envy is the feeling or sensation we have when we want to get something that someone else has and we can’t be happy for them when they have it.
Getting stuck in a cycle of envy is just about the best way to ruin your life. Fortunately, there are several ways to deal with envy that will guide you toward happiness and well-being.
Don’t Compare Your Cutting Room Floor With Someone Else’s Highlight Reel
Have you ever seen anybody post an unflattering photo on Facebook? Let’s face it, you rarely read about someone fighting with their spouse, hating their job, or declaring bankruptcy. Most people show you what they want you to see—a highly edited, glossed-up version of their life.
The next time you feel envious about someone else’s life, remember that you’re only looking at part of the story, the part they want you to see.
Think of something that another person has that you want. For example, maybe someone you know is far more popular than you. On the surface, it may appear that they are surrounded with people who look up to them and that they are well-liked and respected.
But in reality, people might have a different view of them behind closed doors. In this case, the actual reality and what we perceive as reality are two very different things.
Even the most enviable lifestyle has downsides. For example, many people covet the glamour and glitz of the rich and famous. But have you ever sat down and thought about what kind of life a famous person has?
Ask yourself if you’d enjoy someone jumping out of a bush and taking a snapshot of you in your grubby tracksuit pants while you’re collecting the newspaper from the front lawn.
There are always two sides to every coin. What you think you see is not necessarily the reality. So the next time you get caught up in envy, always remember that unless you are that person you don’t really have the whole story.
Isn’t It Already Here?
I am by nature a private person, but I wasn’t always that way. In my twenties, I was invited to every party, had scores of friends, and was (in my own mind, at least) funny, clever, and popular.
As the years went by I became more introverted, and not too long ago I started beating myself up for not having many friends. Why wasn’t I popular like other people?
One particular couple that my husband and I love catching up with came to mind. Whenever we wanted to see them, we had to literally book months in advance because they were so busy with other social commitments.
Then I started to really ask myself, what is the essence of what I think popularity will bring me? The answer was simple: I wanted to feel a sense of connection and belonging.
It was at that time I realized that the essence of what I wanted was already here. I have a loving husband, a great family, a couple of good friends who would do anything for me, and plenty of time to do what I want.
I also realized that I would absolutely hate not having a moment to myself; being popular would probably make me pretty miserable.
So the next time you feel as though you’re missing out on something that somebody else has, drill down into the essence of whatever you think that thing would give you and ask yourself, is it already here?
Do You Really Want What They Have?
If you really want to play the comparison game, remember that if you want someone else’s life you have to be willing to do a complete swap; that is, you would have to give up your life as it is and swap over to theirs.
Here’s an exercise that will help you decide if you really want out of your situation and into someone else’s:
When you’re ready, think of someone you know who has the kind of life that you envy. Then take a piece of paper and in the left-hand column write the heading “What I have that they don’t have.”
Then in the right-hand column, write the heading “What they have that I want.” In this column, you are going to make a list of all the things this person has that you want. Write down whatever comes to your mind. For example, do they have a lot of money, a nice house, nice clothes, or the perfect partner?
When you’ve finished doing this, move to the left-hand column. Write down everything that you value in your life. For example, family, friends, pets, and everyone who is important to you.
One caveat: the other person may indeed have friends, family, and pets just like you. But in this case, you’re not so much looking at what they have (i.e.: a dog, a child, a husband), but the unique relationship and connection you have with your pets and loved ones. So remember to write down the names of your family members, friends, and pets.
Be as specific as you can. Get really clear and what you love about your life. It could be something as simple as being able to finish work early on Thursdays so you can go to the gym.
Now its crunch time; you’ll probably find that the list on the left-hand side is much bigger than the list on the right. So ask yourself, is there anything in this list you would be willing to give up in order to have the life that the other person has?
What you’ll likely discover is that everything you have in your list is as valuable as or more valuable than the things that the other person has.
One of the reasons we feel envy is that we often take the good things in our own lives for granted.
The happier you are with your lot in life, the more good things will come to you. Happiness studies show that truly happy people are not necessarily wealthy, powerful, or famous.
They have simply made a choice to be happy by paying attention to the good things around them. Since whatever you focus on will become the inclination of the mind, this makes perfect sense.
Every night before I go to sleep I ask myself the following questions:
This allows me to take stock of what is important and gives me a nice feeling of contentment before I drift off to sleep. Try it for yourself!
Our society has conditioned us to believe that your net worth equates to happiness. Accordingly many people strive to be more, do more, and have more.
But none of those things actually cause any lasting happiness. They are all impermanent and subject to change. Most importantly, they represent other qualities of the heart that can be achieved regardless of net worth.
Ask yourself the question: “What really makes me happy?” Is it actually the money, possessions, or reputation? Or is it freedom, joy, peace, and serenity?
Happiness is the ultimate currency, and there’s no law that says there isn’t enough of that to go around.
Sonia Devine is a qualified professional hypnotherapist who assists people to make positive changes in their lives.
Do you know the boiling frog story?
If a frog is placed in cold water and the heat is slowly turned up, the frog does not realize that it is in danger—until the water reaches the boiling point, and then it is too late for the frog.
I have been the frog in cold water, with the water slowly heating up.
I’m lucky. I got out before it reached the boiling point.
There is no way I am going back in.
Abuse is not always physical and it is not always obvious. Emotional abuse leaves scars that are silent and hidden.
My experience of verbal and emotional abuse left me feeling worthless and hopeless. My already low self-esteem diminished even further. I spent most days confused about what it was I had actually done wrong. I walked on eggshells, attempting to avoid tension and conflict. I tried to make sense of my relationship; I tried to fix myself. I put on a mask to navigate the outside world.
I retreated further into myself to avoid seeing my reality. I felt off-center. I no longer knew who I actually was.
My experience did not involve black eyes, broken bones or bruises, but what I did experience wounded me on the inside. Most of the damage lay with losing all sense of self.
Wounds have become scars. Occasionally, the scars still bleed.
They are a reminder to call on all I’ve learned since I walked out the door.
To bring myself back to center and trust in myself.
I am healing.
Not only from the years of being in a domestic violence relationship but from my experiences since birth that led me to stay in such a toxic union for so many years. The experiences that led me to believe I was not worthy of love and respect.
My relationship did not begin with my being called a useless bitch, a fat lazy cow and a worthless piece of shit.
If that had been the case, I doubt I would have gone out with him.
He loved me. He whispered words that made me feel cherished and secure. Worthy. Worthiness based on his approval of me. Approval I had never given to myself.
I loved him. We laughed together; I felt comfortable and safe with him.
I did not listen to the quiet voices in my head—the sick butterflies in my body that quivered and tried to make me aware.
No. I was the tough one who proclaimed that if anyone ever hit me I would leave.
Except he never actually hit me.
Pushing someone isn’t hitting.
Besides, I pushed back.
I yelled back. I fought back.
The abuse crept in slowly and stealthily.
It was subtle.
I was in an abusive relationship and didn’t know it.
I was not aware of the depth of the trauma and damage I experienced until months and even years after I left.
My reasoning for all the fighting, for being so desperately unhappy?
“I wasn’t being abused, because I wasn’t being hit.”
My feelings were denied and minimized.
I was told it was all my fault.
I was told I was ungrateful for what was provided.
I was told I did not deserve affection and that I had to earn it.
I was told I did nothing all day.
I was told that I was the one destroying our relationship.
I was told I was useless. I was told I was useless. I was told I was useless.
Over and over and over and over.
And I stayed.
I believed him. I believed his version of the truth.
I stopped fighting back.
I stopped pushing back.
I stopped calling him names.
I became numb to my experience.
Numb to stop the anxiety, despair, and frustration I felt.
Depression was my protection.
There were days my body collapsed when I got out of bed. The physical pain in my feet and legs stopped me from walking. From supporting myself. From facing the day ahead.
I did not trust myself and my inner voice. I stopped listening to any whispers that remained.
I succumbed to what I believed I deserved.
I believed this was how I would live my life forever.
I did not plan to leave this relationship. In the months before I did leave, my thinking had slowly started to shift. There were moments of clarity. Moments of questioning.
I was in counseling, and I believe that this support was the pathway out of my confusion.
I also opened up to a couple of trusted people close to me. I revealed to them the reality of my relationship. Voicing my reality helped me to see it with more clarity.
I approached a women’s refuge for advice. I was fully expecting to be turned away. I thought, “I’m not one of those women who is hit.”
I was not turned away. These two women sat and listened to me. They spoke with me about what a domestic violence relationship was. I opened up, even more, that day. My thinking shifted again.
The facade was starting to crack.
I was using my voice, and I was being heard.
My new life began when I left my relationship. When I finally realized I was living with a man who—still to this day—believes he is entitled to exert power and control over me.
I can still be pulled out of my center and into his reality, but the majority of the time I live with my truth. I live with the knowledge of my own power and freedom.
It has taken every ounce of strength and courage within me to be able to look at myself and the role I played. And I did play a role. My low self-esteem, my lack of self-love, my belief that I did not deserve more than what I was receiving. It took honesty and authenticity to face myself. To bring my healing back to me. To change me. To love me.
I am proud to see my growth in the years since I left my relationship. I am able to recognize when I am being a victim.
I witness myself.
I have owned and taken responsibility for what is in my awareness.
I have learned to set boundaries.
I have learned I cannot always control what happens to me but I am in control of my reaction.
I acknowledge my darkness and my light.
I have discovered my worth.
I recognize my value.
I am compassionate with myself.
I give myself permission to get it wrong.
I forgive myself for the times I did not get it right.
I am learning to trust my truth, my inner voice, my intuition.
I honor my feelings and allow myself space to drop into what I feel.
I continue on my journey of healing.
Most of all, I continue on my journey of learning to love myself—all of me, including my shadows.
I am lucky. I did not become a frog in boiling water. I got out.
Many women don’t.
I hope that in sharing my experience I will give another woman the courage to trust her inner voice.
To question if she is living her reality, or another person’s.
To open up a pathway out of the confusion she feels every single day.
To find the freedom to be happy and live without a knot in her stomach every morning.
To find her voice and share her experiences.
The clarity to see that abuse does not always involve physical violence.
The right to live a life without abuse in any form.
I want you to know that you are worthy and you deserve to live your life without fear and confusion. You deserve respect, love, and kindness.
Your voice matters. Your feelings matter. You matter.
Brad Paisley said:
Tomorrow is the first blank page of a 365-page book. Write a good one.
But how to do it?
One subject they never teach in any school is how to cope with life.
They never teach us how to be a wife, a mother or how to keep a relationship alive and functioning properly and how to get over heartaches and traumatic experience. They never tell us what to do when everything is falling apart and you have nowhere to go and no one to turn to. In short, for all those mostly unnecessary things they instilled in our heads, they never prepare us for real life and what lies ahead when we’re lucky enough to survive childhood with or without scratches.
In school, they never teach us even the basic on how to deal with obstacles and hurdles of growing up and being an adult. Worse still, there is no school on this planet one could apply to if one wishes to be educated about life. We have to learn it on our own stumbling and falling.
Good for building a character you might say. That which does not kill us makes us stronger. Wrong! Friedrich Nietzsche. What doesn’t kill us makes us crazy or at the very least, paranoid if not bitter, vindictive even. Once we are burned, we show the scars one way or the other. It will manifest in whatever aspect of character we are lacking strength and influence our choices and decision makings in the future. Those who made the same mistakes over and over again are terrified of leaving familiar water. The devil you know is better than the devil you don’t, right?
Of course, in every rule… you know the drill.
Observe and learn. The best way to learn is from the pros. Easier said than done. Watching people doesn’t always give us a heads up. We tend to think it will not happen to us till it happens. Same as getting old. The youth tend to shrugs off the myths about aging even though the proofs are staring them right on their faces, till it is their turn then suddenly myths become facts and by then it’s too late. You know what I’m talking about… We all been there, being young and thought we are immortal, smarter than our predecessors and a lot, a lot luckier forgetting we are all born terminal and living on borrowed time.
Ah, if we knew then what we know now.
If only they teach us survival skills in school. If only they prepare us for what is going to happen next. If only…
And the way I see it those modern conveniences and technologies don’t help. Today’s generation is accustomed to having what they want with one click and living in virtual realities. How can you expect them to survive in the real world?
Or maybe I’m just getting old and getting nostalgic for yesteryears when people still know how to cook a meal from scratch instead of letting it deliver on their doorstep. When people could function without the aid of a computer and can write a proper letter and send real Christmas cards instead of electronic ones.
Those were the days.
Let’s begin the 365 days by spending time with our loved ones minus the gadgets. Could we still do that?
I wonder if our loved ones want to spend time with us without the buffer of iphones, ipads, and what have you. Do we still have something meaningful to say to each other to begin with?
Somehow I doubt it.
Have you ever suspected that your friends, colleagues, acquaintances, and even close family members are blindsided by the sheer strength of your personality?
If you are the kind of person who knows their own mind, always sees their plans through, and doesn’t believe in following the herd, other people might find you somewhat intimidating!
Do any of these signs sound familiar?
If so, you probably earn the respect of others – but they may also be a little bit scared on occasion!
1. You Read Other People Quickly
Your intuitive abilities are strong, and you form accurate impressions of people within seconds of meeting them.
Dishonest, ignorant, and bigoted people can’t hide their true nature from you – and this makes them nervous.
You aren’t afraid to call out bad behavior when you see it and are quite capable of putting obnoxious individuals in their place.
2. You Get Straight To The Point
Have you often been told that you are “too blunt” or even “too honest”?
If so, your personality might be intimidating to those around you!
Whilst most people like to ease into a conversation with small talk, this isn’t your preferred approach.
You’d much rather focus on big, important, or even abstract issues rather than what you had for lunch, the latest celebrity gossip, or your next-door neighbor’s vacation plans.
3. You Often Find Yourself In The Minority
You don’t conform just to meet the expectations of others, and you don’t go along with their requests if they don’t sit with your values.
Because you pride yourself on being an independent thinker, it’s likely that you are alone in your opinions from time to time.
People with low self-confidence find you intimidating because they can’t understand what it’s like to validate yourself instead of looking to others for approval.
You’ll also be unsurprised to learn that unintelligent people also find it uncomfortable to be around you, because they soon realize that your IQ far exceeds their own.
4. You Don’t Make – Or Accept – Excuses
You don’t whine about your circumstances and you don’t see yourself as a victim, even if everything is collapsing around you.
There is no place in your life for people who moan and complain.
When you set a goal, you pursue it with vigor and do not tolerate laziness and procrastination.
Although you can be tender-hearted and kind, your willpower can make you appear resilient and tough, which can be intimidating.
It’s not that you lack sympathy for those going through a hard time, just that you have no patience for people who would rather wallow in their own misery than take action.
5. You Aren’t Jealous
For you, it doesn’t matter what other people have.
You know that their money, jobs, or status don’t affect your own chances of success, so you don’t waste your time feeling jealous.
When you congratulate someone on their accomplishments, you truly mean it, without a trace of malice or envy.
Your ability to focus on your own goals and destiny can surprise others, particularly if they happen to be envious or bitter themselves.
6. You Love New Opportunities
Lots of people prefer to stay in their comfort zone, but this isn’t an option as far as you’re concerned.
For you, life is about exploring new ideas and making the best of opportunities you have been given.
In fact, you even see problems or setbacks as blessings in disguise!
You aren’t a starry-eyed optimist, but you have an amazing ability to review a situation from multiple perspectives and try several approaches when solving a problem.
What’s more, you aren’t easily discouraged.
If one solution doesn’t work, you just pick yourself back up and try a new tactic.
7. You Find It Hard To Tolerate Stupid People
Your open-minded attitude and capacity for critical thinking means that stupid or ignorant people really get on your nerves.
Perhaps you sometimes catch yourself thinking, “Why don’t they just read a book once in a while?” or “There’s no excuse for being that ignorant!”
Although you are usually polite and patient, you have no desire to spend any more time than is absolutely necessary with those who can’t understand high-level concepts.
Is an intimidating personality a blessing or a curse?
Sometimes, you might scare away potential friends and partners just by being yourself.
On the other hand, those brave enough to stick around and get to know you will come to appreciate your intelligence, honesty, and unique perspective on the world.
Because you are willing to meet lots of new people there’s a good chance that you will find your tribe sooner or later, even if it takes time to find friends who are capable of keeping up with your incredible mind.
Embrace your intimidating personality! Your proactive, strong-willed nature will set you up for success in every area of your life.
-Powerful Mind via Facebook
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