♥ * * TUMBLR GIVEAWAY * * ♥
I have an extra poster of the picture above. Brand new, measuring 36 x 24 inches, and figured I’d let one of you lovely people have it. :)
To enter: simply reblog this post. Don’t reblog it more than twice, that’s just annoying to everyone on your dash and won’t increase your chance of winning. Likes won’t count, you have to reblog so that more people have the opportunity to see the post and enter if they want. :)
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I will ship worldwide, so anyone may enter.
Contest open until January 31, one week from today. I’ll pick the winner using a randomizer and will contact you for your address. If you’re under 18 please make sure your parents/whomever you live with are cool with you giving out your address first. :)
I’m actually getting nauseous from seeing all these pseudo vintage-looking camera phone pictures. like how one might feel about a song that keeps playing on the radio, on all of the stations and won’t stop.
I’m counting down the days, hours, minutes until I can go work with kids. I don’t know exactly when that is, but it’s my goal in life right now. Everyone tells me geriatrics is where the $$$ is at, but I can’t, I can’t, I don’t want to. The only time I have peace of mind with the idea that I’ll have to work for the rest of my life is the hope that I’ll get to spend it helping kids and maybe even earning enough money to travel every once in awhile. I don’t know if there’s anything out there that I’d ever be completely brilliant at, or an expert in… but I know one thing is for sure, I have to work with kids. It’s the only aspect of work that makes it feel… not so much like work. I don’t know if I’ll ever be one of those people that LOVE what they do, but I at least know that I can tolerate it if I’m helping kids.
My boss asked me if I can take a leave of absence instead of resigning so if I were to come back, and there was still a position open, it’d be a smooth transition back in - rather than having to rehire me if I were to come back - so I took a leave of absence instead. Maybe fear got the best of me, but we have fear to help us survive. And.. I don’t want to be one of those people who never have money and always rely on other people for help. That’s not me. This is me. Practical. And I need to grow up and realize that sometimes you gotta swallow your pride and ego and do what it takes to survive and make it. You gotta hustle. And I’m pretty grateful that my store manager and my pharmacy manager want to keep me. A little appreciation went a long way.
one of the questions about this idealized “universal healthcare” is how will we deal with the baby boomer generation, which has already started to retire and are also beginning their journey of chronic diseases. how do we pay for every single medication, treatment plan, surgery, hospitalization costs, etc for all 23 million of them?
it’s my generation that has to figure that out because that’s our money, that is going to be our debt to pay. it’s not that they don’t deserve it; many of them have worked for it. it’s just this system is so whack. it doesn’t make any sense how we can even begin to pay for this.
one important factor to happiness? you gotta like yourself, because you spend 100% of your time and life with yourself. there’s nothing you can do to get rid of yourself. so, whatever it is you’re doing, do things that will make you proud of yourself, that will help you to like yourself. be someone you would want to be friends with. be someone you would want to love. whether it’s working out, controlling your temper, getting good grades, being honest, being kind, being patient… do the things that will let you be at peace with who yourself at the end of the day. nothing is worth sabotaging the relationship you have with yourself. not your laziness, not your temper, not your fear, not your anger, not your impatience, nothing.
but in the case that you do let yourself down, do what any good friend would do, forgive yourself and move on to the next moment, which is a new opportunity to become someone better.