You may have noticed an emphasis on listening to your feelings in recent posts - DUH. In my eternal quest to "fix what's wrong with me" I've read many a book from the Self-Improvement Aisle or Self-Help Category. Okay, and yeah, the genre has it's own box in the bookshelves out in my garage...But I've read (or in some cases not read) these books not believing in a one-size-fits-all method of "feeling better" but to see what I might learn that could really help me see my "problems" in a different light. Excuse Me, Your Life Is Waiting: The Astonishing Power of Feelings is one of those books. Plausible. Interesting. One law. The Law of Attraction and a belief that the feeling s you feel are the only true way to create your authentic self, by attracting back to you the same sorts of feelings and occurrences that you're transmitting out - kinda like a tuning fork of the self. I'd guess you have to read it yourself to know if it wou...
When do you become an adult? Some say 18.. I say you're an adult when you are able to provide the material means (income) to support yourself in the world - when you make enough money in your chosen field, whatever it may be, to pay all your own expenses. You can afford the rent on your own place and pay the electricity, water, and sewer bill. You pay your own car payment, car insurance, gasoline, groceries, toiletries, hair cuts, makeup, clothes, laundry costs, medical insurance - doctor co-payments and prescriptions, and your own telephone bill. And if there's any money left over, you pay your own entertainment expenses - eating out, movies, and whatever else you have in mind. When you can do all that, provide completely for your own material needs, without resorting to borrowing, begging. stealing or prostituting yourself, you're an adult, and not before. You're not an adult until you can stand on your own and support yourself in this world. And age has very little...
I remember the first time I ever saw a black panther live and in 'person' at the zoo in Tyler. He was gorgeous - a magnificent creature of the feline species... And he was confined to a cage. I'll never forget him. This majestic creature lived in a concrete and metal cage. I don't remember the dimensions, but I do remember thinking that he was probably 6 feet from head to where his tail began, or so it seemed. His cell was about 1-1/2 times his body length - for simplicity's sake, let's say 10 feet. There was an upper deck and a lower deck, both concrete, neither more than 4 feet wide. And this majestic feline, he paced. His size and stature didn't allow him to turn around in the tiny, enclosed space to which he was confined. Instead, he paced the length of the lower deck; soundlessly leapt to the upper deck and turned; then paced the upper deck. Descending from upper to lower again was not quite so soundless. The pure size and strength of his body ...
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