I’m
thinking…
As I begin this day, and this journaling page I want to start off with this
prayer:
Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi
Lord, make me
an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine
Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen
I
went into Mass on Sunday feeling upset and hurt, and walked away feeling
peaceful and happy. I think lately I’ve been a bit caught up on how things are
affecting me specifically; how people are affecting me, how events specifically
affect me and that viewpoint has been making me feel unhappy and upset. I’ve
been feeling used and walked upon because I’ve been focused on other people’s
actions and words, rather than how my actions and words are affecting other
people. The thing is, you can’t change anyone else, and you can only change
yourself, and work on your own outlook. You can only control the person you are
going to be and the affect that person is going to have on others. I can either
focus on my own hurt, or I can focus on how I can try and bring joy and
happiness into others lives. I can either choose to be unhappy, or I can choose
happiness. It’s often as simple as that.
I
want to stop putting myself in a situation where I often come away feeling
second best, a back-up plan. I’m going to stop going out of my way only to find
myself sitting again curb feeling discarded. This isn’t anyone else’s problem,
it’s mine. There’s a difference between being a good friend who is there when
someone needs you and jumping up at their beck and call at the least notice.
This doesn’t mean I’m upset or angry anymore- and I’ve been there. I’ve been in
a place where I’m so angry that I don’t want ever to be around people again.
This isn’t constructive either. I’m going to try and be a good friend, someone
who can visit and be friendly, and yet at the same time not throw myself into
trying to make everything perfect only to be dropped.
I’m
not going to focus on those people who hurt me. I’m surrounded by so many
people who love and care for me, my family, and I want to be happiness in their
lives. I want to be focusing on others rather than myself.
Yes,
I’m a far ways away from being that person. From being the person I’m trying to
be. I’m working on it though. I know the sort of person I want to be, and that’s
half the battle. I know I want to take this prayer truly to heart. I want to
turn this viewpoint of mine upside down. I want to be happy because I’m
focusing on those changes that I can make, because I’m fixing those things that
can be fixed and not making myself unhappy about those things that can’t. I
want to focus on the good in people.
I'm listening to...
The Les Miserables Soundtrack.
I'm creating...
I need to finish working on several scholarship applications with deadlines that are quickly approaching. I suppose this can be listed under creative work, can't it? It certainly needs effort in creating.
A few plans for the rest of the week...
This week I want to spend more time reading. More time drawing. More time writing. Much more time writing. Less time on the computer. More time creating. More time thinking, imagining, working. Less time on things that don't really matter at all. I want to write. To write stories, and blog posts and poetry. I want to read, biographies, fiction, short stories and poetry. I want to learn. I want to grow. I want this week to be a happy, productive, beautiful week.
Outside my window...
Mud, mud, mud. Which would be delightful- that is if I had the proper footwear for it. I need a new pair of rubber boots rather desperately. Very necessary around here.
From the kitchen...
It's almost lunchtime, and so, this must be
The End.
