Ditch Regret and Worry, Who Needs 'Em?

Don't SCREW UP Today by
WORRYING about the Future or by
REGRETTING the Past.

We all do it. But to what purpose? Instead of paying attention to what is happening NOW and enjoying the current moment, or working towards fixing whatever problems we are faced with TODAY, we tend to spin off into regretsville or futurama and FORGET that right now is what is most important. RIGHT NOW we have control over what is happening, for the most part, to us. We can take ACTION right now, so that we have nothing to worry about in the future, or at least a great deal less to worry about, and we won't have regrets about what we didn't do or should have done differently (or should have done at all) instead.

Point to Ponder

If it's important, you'll find a way.
If not, you'll find an excuse.

Stolen from my friend, Mike :o)

Upon Waking up in a Grumpy Mood

"A man who gets up out of the wrong side of the bed attributes wrongness to almost every object he perceives. This is the way in which he experiences his bad temper."

Charles S. Peirce, Philosopher

Advice to Myself

Never expect anything from another because you'll only be disappointed when you don't get it.

My Quote of the Day

The CPT before my name doesn't stand for CPT Save-a-Dude, nor am I a Potential Enhancer, Your Mommy, Your Hand Holder, or Your Nobody Piece-on-the-Side.

Apply only if You've Got Balls.

Deep Thought

A person is often defined more accurately by what they don't do than by what they do.

The Whipping Girl

The girl asked, “Will anyone love me?” Her Soul answered, “Only when you begin to love yourself.” She hid her face and wept for she had no idea of how to love herself. Many years she had been her own whipping post. Lashing herself for flaws both real and imagined. Both those internal and those foisted upon her by those Selfish Ones. She had no idea how to forgive herself or those Selfish Ones who had rendered injustice upon her during her short and bitter life. Yet, how she had wearied of being rent by the same master year after year, month after month, day after day. She grew tired of flaying her soul over the same iniquities, the same disappointments, the same fears. Who could love such a one as she? One so enraged at herself and those Selfish Ones that she could see no other? All others were measured by their worthlessness. All others were deemed by association unworthy of her trust, though, innocent they may have been.

And so I sit in my room...

And so I sit in my room, reading my book. Silence all around me. It’s not a bad day, I am not unhappy. But I am alone. Generally, that’s not a bad thing either. But I’ve been alone like this for quite a bit of my life. I have my mother and my half sister to call family, and one set of grandparents and plenty of cousins. Yet, I still consider myself alone. I don’t have any truly close friends, no father, no boyfriend, no husband (any longer), no children of my own. It’s always been like this. Even when I was married, I was alone. I did everything for myself, just as I do now, and just as I did before.

When One Door Closes

You know the old saying: When one door closes, another opens, right? Well, my life is so just that right now. So many new career opportunities are developing for me, I’m meeting all kinds of new and interesting people, going to interesting places, learning news skills and lessons about myself. Yet, the past still manages to elbow its way in to rain on my parade...So many cliches are just perfect for my situation right now, lol.

Officer Candidate Bean Reporting!

So, I'm home from OCS (officer candidate school) for the holidays, woohoo! It has been an interesting few weeks since I finished BCT (basic training). When I arrived at Fort Benning I hung out for a week in kind of a holding pattern until it was time try out for my OCS class. Yes, we had to try out! For whatever reason there were too many people scheduled for this class, so everyone had to compete for their spot.

Me and G.I. Jane

So, I'm home from BCT (Army Basic Combat Training) and am waiting to ship off to OCS (Army Officer Candidate School) tomorrow. They certainly don't leave a lot of time to kill, do they? Regardless, what little break I did get has definitely been much needed and appreciated.