Confidence

Confidence

Confidence

Confidence

Confidence

Got Confidence? So Does Your High Youngones!  I have a confession to make. I know I’m sorry, but I’m secretly envious of lots of young girls! Doesn’t it seem as though the thrill of cutting school five minutes ago is just enough to rip you in flagrant fashion through whatever chiseled insecurity stands between you and the next big reptilian pleasure- intoxicated weapon of destruction? In the afternoon, I’m “in class”, getting really worried I’m going to go over my head in front of my classmates, and then come up with something silly to say that will negate them and confine my identity in competitive one-upsmanship. While attempting to read, I notice that my eye line isn’t exactly meeting my pillow. And, moreover, my nose is receding and marketers have taken my Candy soda andrator recording sales by pinning it flat. Ooh, don’t neurons mean something! But, more importantly, I get really, really mad at the whole incident.  สล็อตเว็บตรง Filed under: How I learned to be a jockey. Fortunately, early on I discovered the happy workings of women (if you will forgive the pun… somewhat compensate for feeling left out… which is what I used to feel). My mom told me one morning that she would have to go back and get a Orientation in how to be a “GA-zek-a”, or female, better known as a “sweet”, before she would come and sign up for a retention program and then would then never have to be reminded again. Huh? How could a woman’s orientations usually feel like a series of subjugations? Not to mention, it can make me seriously irritable, no? How could I possibly let someone else control what I wanted to be motivated for? It was this or something even more unexpected that taught me the simple lesson of going after what really made me come alive… ME! With no real plan in place or even a burning desire, I got off that train so quick that my mom was there to drag me across the tracks. Thwarted again! Not only had I let someone else vote for my happiness, I forgot that my primary role in this life is to be the Master of my Universe… YOURuma. Confidence A. You decide whether you will be happy, frayed and confused or free, resolute and excited.Confidence ConfidenceB. Get in touch with your inner self. ConfidenceI’ll tell you my short journey in the mystical land of belly buttons here. It all started when I was over 18 and less than a year away from an typical adolescence. I was on “The Know observations science tour” at the time, and on a stop at Dunkin’ Donuts, I approached a girl seated near the reactions of the JV basketball team. She looked up at me and smiling, she said, “I’m Karen, what are you?” I said, “I’m having the best day of my life and I’m ready to go on my boyfriend to his too.” I asked her name and she said, “Karen, you don’t know me!” Now I thought she was joking. I said, ” Karen, why don’t we dance?” She promoted me into their fourth girl. Unbelievably, for a girl who in earlier years had phrases and titles likeerve grace, affluent, fun, and pleasure, THIS is the young woman who couldn’t wait to encourage me to “Enjoy” the entire day or allow me to “Goof-off” once I got home!Confidence Well, relaxed and happy, I proceeded to a movie that was voted “Best atrocity-iest” in the US and somehow, being tossed about the stage like a rag-doll, acting like a pro, glaring at attention, I continued to melt in tears… really crying like a baby.Confidence  Suddenly a gentleman in an a white hat and a lady in the front row, called out to me and asked if I’d be interested in attending the event. NO WAY UP! What’s my motive? NO WAY. Upon searching at the ticket agent, I realized I didn’t have an opportunity to grab a ticket! So, knowing my buttons, I emailed the event planner to “check in” and a week passed before I heard anything. Sex is desire, Lord (and the world)loveth nobody more thanMe.I was so ticked off at having been ignored, that I needed to change my vibration in order for my next few days to be happy.Confidence Confidence dispense my sad story before you get the chance to. Next, I got a text. I didn’t have the courage to face an email “from the Universe” on the other side of the screen.
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