"It is not the ctitic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

~Theodore Roosevelt


Saturday, February 20, 2010

Change Your Mind

This last fall I watched every 'Summerland' episode via YouTube. I really enjoyed the show but it was like a lot of TV shows we watch. You enjoy it while it's on and forget about it almost as soon as it's over. But there was one thing, one scene, one conversation that stuck with me.

Try as I might I cannot find the quote online and I don't remember which episode it was in but Callie was talking about when she moved to California. She said that she was excited to be able to create herself again in a place where no one knew her yet. But she turned out to be the same person she was before.

I guess I've felt like this before in my life. Going into high school I wanted to be a different person. I was going to be outgoing and talk in class and make friends and be myself-or what I considered myself to be. I have to say this endeavor worked to a certain extent. I did make friends, I ended up talking in class (though to my friends, passing notes and whispering-not asking questions and sharing my opinions), and I was more like myself. It was a step in the right direction. There were still people who new me from middle school; I still had the image of the shy girl. But I felt better about myself.

College, for me at least, is not what it is portrayed as in...well, I don't really know where I got my image of what college was going to be like-but it's different. I, again, was going to change myself. I guess I thought I could get away with less work than I should have put into it. Things kind of just came together in high school that way. I was going to be happy and talkative and be involved and make lots of friends. But I turned out to be the same person I was before. Really, I was more outgoing in high school-but only when I was with my friends. By now, I feel like my image in kind of set. I know how I am with my family and friends but I have no idea how to transfer that to how I am with other people.

Didn't really know where I was going with this but I was thinking about a song just the other day. It was a song I found on my younger brother's MP3 player that I was borrowing and I think my older brother put the music on it. However it happened, the song, 'Change Your Mind' by Sister Hazel came on one day. I guess it's best to be happy with who you are even when you want to change-happy but not content-if that makes sense. Change can come slowly but be happy with who you are where you're at :)

Change Your Mind

Hey, Hey
Did you ever think
There might be another way
To just feel better,
Just feel better about today

Oh no
If you never want to have
To turn and go away
You might feel better,
Might feel better if you stay

(Bridge)
Yeah yeah
I bet you haven't heard
A word I've said
Yeah yeah
If you've had enough
Of all your tryin'
Just give up
The state of mind you're in

(Chorus)
If you want to be somebody else,
If you're tired of fighting battles with yourself
If you want to be somebody else
Change your mind...

Hey hey
Have you ever danced in the rain
Or thanked the sun
Just for shining-just for shining
Or the sea?
Oh no-take it all in
The world's show
And yeah, you look much better,
Look much better when you glow

(Bridge and Chorus)

Hey hey
What ya say
We both go and seize the day
'cause what's your hurry
what's your hurry anyway

(Bridge and Chorus)

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