Saturday, August 25, 2012

TEDxHouston - Brené Brown


Wow! This is worth 25 minutes of your life!



I just watched this video and... don't really know what to say/write...
It's good...
You know how sometimes you know a concept inside of  you but it's just an idea that's not concrete, that you don't even know how to express or put into words, and then it's soooo cool when you find someone else that was able to express it and to in a way materialize that concept/idea?!
I feel like I knew (inside) the things this lady shares, but I wouldn't have known how to communicate it to others...
Anyway, just watch it... if you want to... if you don't want to... then...
...
...don't.
I would love to hear what  you T H I N K about it. Leave me a note : )

Love is vulnerable


Why do I feel like I have to appear to be so perfect?
I want others to like me; but I think others would like me even if/when they saw my imperfections...
The pictures I post here, or on Facebook of myself always show my best side, my smile, my good attitude, my 'happy' family, the fun in my life. But I hope that everyone realizes that the truth is: every now and then I cry; I make poor choices; I struggle with self esteem, parenting, comparing myself to others, marriage, etc.; I still get zits on my face : ( ; and the list goes on and on...



I found this picture on the internet: https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV7Vlp57S2m-MGDTX1DRhznwrJbVlnBbEjz0ckducnwuHIEQBdNeNQ9iYPlacAGhtmHkZ6Il4ooOCwutXxLtV5FmLKWe3wBosYWzKonraEDNBrjhKZSoxibkuX3WZcShMG5uXcPyh-DHiY/s1600/vulnerable+love.jpg


I like/love other people even if/when their house is messy, even when I know that their married life isn't going well, or when they have a little extra belly fat! I don't care if my family and friends aren't perfect. And I would assume they have the same non- judgemental attitude towards me. Then why, oh why do I try to hide my imperfections?
Fear.
Fear of being vulnerable.
Fear of not being loved or understood.
Fear of being left alone... of having no family, no friends, no one who likes me.
I need to (and will) replace fear with hope, trust, and faith.

Blessed is the man that trusts in the LORD, and whose hope the LORD is. For he shall be as a tree planted by the waters, and that spreads out her roots by the river, and shall not see when heat comes, but her leaf shall be green; and shall not be careful in the year of drought, neither shall cease from yielding fruit. Jeremiah 17:7-8


Picture from:
http://www.google.com/imgres?um=1&hl=en&sa=N&biw=2144&bih=1036&authuser=0&tbm=isch&tbnid=yh9RvGZqhVB5mM:&imgrefurl=http://abidingwithlove.blogspot.com/2011/07/be-planted.html&imgurl=https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKLg-of8nVb06leThVoQBqYAfDyuuLRAEx-ubFPwqYXNwlMAAJ2FITYhb1exDYHw2ikvVbRNsWcwijIR4MS76Mh0Mpx1c9aeKirp954Gp51F01oIpSMgK4q8Xx1VE7FTfe3FyU-r2DmNc/s1600/Tree%252Bby%252Bthe%252Briver%252B28jun08.jpg&w=320&h=240&ei=WRM5UKj9OaTCigKVxIH4BQ&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=1004&vpy=91&dur=5132&hovh=192&hovw=256&tx=119&ty=126&sig=101695469136106496121&page=1&tbnh=157&tbnw=219&start=0&ndsp=50&ved=1t:429,r:4,s:0,i:88