I'm glad I have a plan. ------------------------------------------------------------------ So I've been taking this Adult Roles class. I love it. I love everything about it. We talked about an interesting topic the other day. I meant to write about it earlier but I found myself distracted and frankly I forgot all about it. Until now that is. :) We talked about "others esteem". Meaning how we see others seeing us. If that makes sense. She told us this story, it could have happened to anyone. She said there once was a girl. We'll call her Mandi. Mandi was having a bad day, she arrived at her school locker thinking that she looked terrible. She thought her hair looked terrible, that her clothes looked grungy and that her face was just about as ugly as a cows. A friend was waiting for her at her locker. She had flowers. Her friend, Kendra, handed her the flowers, and gave her a hug. Mandi exclaimed : "Oh my gosh, you just made my day!" Then my teacher said this: "Think about it. Do you see how easily Mandi let someone give her her happiness. Then just how easy would it be to take away that happiness? This girl obviously does not have very much control over herself. She lets herself feel the way she does about herself because of what other do and say and think about her. And not because of what she does, and says and thinks about herself . And how many of you are guilty of being just like Mandi at some point? Boys as well?" Nearly everyone in the class put their hand up. Mine included. And honestly I felt ashamed. I thought about it, and while others found it scary, I found myself suddenly feeling more empowered. How often had I heard "You choose your attitude everyday."? Only about a million and 3/4th's! I'm not sure why, but I guess this put everything in a new,different, and exciting perpective for me. So I changed. Ever since that one class discussion at the beginning of the year, the very first class discussion that we ever had in that class.. I've found myself more independent, and I can honestly say this now: I do not care what anyone thinks, says or does to me. Obviously I'm going to be grateful if it's something nice, but I'll be happy because I have chosen to be. And the same goes for the other. If people want to talk bad about me, think bad about me, whatever..... well, that's their problem, and gee! I didn't know I was so important that you actually took time out of your day to say things about me. Man, I love my life. I feel sorry for people who hate theirs. ♥