As told to me (and now I will muddle the story) by a brilliant and empowering Transformational Trainer, Sylvia B.:
There was once a man who had to deal with many monsters in his house. He tried valiantly to vanquish them. He fought, stamped them out, and while a lot of them were successfully vanquished, there were some that stubbornly remained. No matter how much he resisted them, fought them, still they remained. Until suddenly, he realized that these monsters were the monsters in his head, manifested. The monstrous voices that said I’m not good enough, I’m not smart enough, I am not loved, I am ugly….and on, and on and on. And so he thought, I will invite them to tea. And he did.
There will always be these negative voices in your head. You thought that because you accomplished this one thing or another, you have moved on from these monsters. But there they appear. What do you do?
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RE: The previous post. Believe me guys, I’m not bored. The post was a little tongue-in-cheek. Maybe I’m not tongue-in-cheek enough for you to notice.Anyway, If I ever find myself bored I find a way to shake things up. Ovay!
Now, to answer Jaypee’s tag.
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A lot of people seem to have a fascinating life on blog. They go to this and that party full of fashionable people, hop to another country (if they live in Europe) over the wekeend, experience fine-dining, stress out over their thesis, etc. Sounds so fascinating to me.
I began to wonder, if I were to chronicle what I DID as opposed to what I THOUGHT, what would I find? I haven’t really given it much thought before. So I decided to chronicle this past week. Hope I don’t bore myself to tears (though I am afraid I probably will).
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As Woody spoke to his dentist’s assistant over the phone, I was lying in bed, half-reading, half-listening to the conversation. Ah, I could relax, the confusion over his scheduled appointment was cleared up.
“Ok,”Woody says into the phone. “Thanks, Baby.”
No, we’re not in Philippines folks, and the nickname Baby isn’t common here, so I sat up, incredulous.
“Why the heck are you calling someone else baby?!”
He looks at me oddly. Then his face clears up, then starts laughing.
“What I said was, Thanks, Debbie.“
The Sheltered Filipina
I feel like I was pampered as a child. A little spoiled maybe, but my mother’s discipline prevented me from getting spoiled rotten. I was white enough to blend amongst white sheets and I was almost NEVER allowed to roam the streets. (the usual “maputi” is better mentality). I often stared out of our apartment window just watching the kids playing down there, always wistful, always hoping I could join them. Once, just once, I took advantage of my mother’s absence to play with the little girls on our street. When my mom found out, I got in such big trouble.
I’ve got rockstar baby hair!
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