tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176358077533402306.post6361692640971748470..comments2023-10-21T04:55:29.017-07:00Comments on Daily Goddess: Winning FormulaPatty Kennellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835301223856955096noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176358077533402306.post-67027047086848468332008-12-09T12:01:00.000-08:002008-12-09T12:01:00.000-08:00My winning formula is knowing that as humans we ca...My winning formula is knowing that as humans we can fall off the pedistal. The worst and best part of being human is that we are completely fallible and have a great capacity to reinvent ourselves. Where I mainly suffer now is not having pascience with myself, and I am still overcoming many other people's expectations of me. This can be very conflicting. I guess the real question is who's happiness is more impotant to me than my own? and are the happiness of these people interdependent with my own?<BR/><BR/>-Jazmin De La CruzAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176358077533402306.post-74104167588852616332008-11-24T23:22:00.000-08:002008-11-24T23:22:00.000-08:00Patty ~such beautiful questions and thoughts, dear...Patty ~<BR/>such beautiful questions and thoughts, dear goddess!<BR/>i was reading yesterday something that touched me so deeply:<BR/>Ask the quality questions. The ones that birth good answers.<BR/>Brightest blessings to you lovely soul ~<BR/>Leonie<BR/>www.GoddessLeonie.comGoddess Leonie * GoddessGuidebook.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08693407173311647505noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1176358077533402306.post-91198655468674723592008-10-02T16:47:00.000-07:002008-10-02T16:47:00.000-07:00tough question. I think once upon a time, it used...tough question. I think once upon a time, it used to be niceness. That's how I made it through being a little white girl in the bronx without ever getting into a fight. I was just too damn nice. But. That started sucking in my 20s when people would take advantage of me, actually, in my teens, too, when I was too nice (and perfectly nice) to speak up or expose my messiness.<BR/><BR/>Now though, I think my "winning" formula is being independent. I do it all myself. I don't ask for help. I suffer in silence and drag myself up by my bootstraps. And when I do accept help, I don't know quite how to handle it.<BR/><BR/>Maybe that's what this period of life is about, me learning not to be so independent and solitary, needing to depend on other people. It's hard.Rowenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com