Have you ever noticed that there are sentences said to you in your lives that never go away?
The words spoken didn’t even have to come from someone that mattered too much. Sometimes it doesn’t even matter if it was said in a crowd or one on one.
They just stick with you. Your mental health builds around those words. Worse, they build your mental health in the wrong direction.
Do you think the speaker even remembers what they said?
I have a magnificent obsession. All I want to do is change the world, make it a better place for this and future generations.
– W. Clement Stone –
I don’t like my mind right now
Stacking up problems that are so unnecessary
Wish that I could slow things down
I wanna let go but there’s comfort in the panic
And I drive myself crazy
Thinking everything’s about me
Yeah, I drive myself crazy
‘Cause I can’t escape the gravityI’m holding on
Why is everything so heavy?
Holding on
So much more than I can carry
I keep dragging around what’s bringing me down
If I just let go, I’d be set free
Holding on
Why is everything so heavy?You say that I’m paranoid
But I’m pretty sure the world is out to get me
It’s not like I make the choice
To let my mind stay so fucking messy
I know I’m not the center of the universe
But you keep spinning ’round me just the same
I know I’m not the center of the universe
But you keep spinning ’round me just the sameI’m holding on
Why is everything so heavy?
Holding on
So much more than I can carry
I keep dragging around what’s bringing me down
If I just let go, I’d be set free
Holding on
Why is everything so heavy?I know I’m not the center of the universe
But you keep spinning ’round me just the same
I know I’m not the center of the universe
But you keep spinning ’round me just the same
And I drive myself crazy
Thinking everything’s about meHolding on
Why is everything so heavy?
Holding on
So much more than I can carry
I keep dragging around what’s bringing me down
If I just let go, I’d be set free
Holding on
Why is everything so heavy?
Why is everything so heavy?
Why is everything so heavy?
Do the storms ever stop?
No.
But neither do the rainbows.
–S.M.–
There will always be someone who can’t see your worth.
Don’t let it be you.
-Mel Robbins
I took my own challenge this last week and chose to dive back into true crime reading and documentaries the way I used to.
It does seem a little backwards to dive into such a heavy and negative subject matter when that is all that seems to be going on around us. Although sometimes when the skies open and show it’s beautiful mood, you let it whisk you away with it.
However, this is just thought provoking enough that I knew that it could occupy all of these little section of my mind that wanders away when bored to think about things it shouldn’t.
I needed this.
Dark crevices lead to strange rabbit holes of thought.
I challenge you to find a purpose bigger than you.
There it is. I said it. We are all facing this crisis with varying degrees of success in the area that we live. We all need some bigger purpose to help us keep our minds off the scary stories and statistics that we are seeing. We all need something positive in this time of insanity.
So I challenge you. You don’t even need to report back to me. I will hand you the challenge and let you decide if you will accept.
Trust me, giving yourself a purpose is never a regrettable thing.
I am amazed at how many people like to say the words that they are willing to donate time or energy to a project but really do not seem to ever do anything. I started sending Christmas Cards to soldiers a few years ago, at times doing care packages whenever I had an address to be able to send one to.
Over the years I have asked a whole hell of a lot of people if they would be willing to donate time, money or objects to either cause. Fast forward a few years and there is not one person that is my go to when I need help.
I get it.
Life gets busy and a lot of people my age are in the busiest stages of their lives. Between schooling, dating and parenting which all has to land on top of working I realize that most people have full plates.
The joy that I get after sending these cards, or care packages, keeps me doing it. It gives me purpose. I have absolutely never gotten a thank you, nor have I ever cared or wanted one. My point is only that it is the purpose, the joy some would say, is the sense of giving. I want these men and women to know they are not alone. I know that my cards that I send are not a big deal to them. It is a piece of paper, at a time where they may or may not be getting undulated with nameless cards.
What it did however was give me direction.
The connections that I have made while joining this community of people have been able to point me in different directions for things that I can do year round. The pancake breakfasts for veterans. The local bar that veterans go to so they can be amongst other vets or supporters. Things that help them raise money over the year. I am always willing to find new things to help but I can not tell you what motivated me to be this way. I didn’t grow up being a huge military brat, no family that I was made aware of at that age to be part of the military whatsoever.
Something just clicked.
And I am glad it did.
It gives me an awesome purpose.
