What Is My Life?

When I think of mindfulness I contemplate of ones empathetic to interpret a situation. For two weeks every night before I went to bed, I wrote down three items I was grateful for. Some of the words were “Health”,” Family”,” Friends”,” Food”, and” Childhood”. This list goes on, what I grasped is whatever I did that day predisposed what I wrote down. On days I lifted I would appreciate my health, when I went away with my family I recognized how much I appreciated my family, when I was home for a day I realized how much I adored my bed. The new custom I obtained made me appreciate how indebted I am in my life to points I didn’t fathom before. This taught me to feel empathy for people who can’t say the same good things as me which gave me very good insight on to be grateful for the life I have.

6.  Describe the emotions that John says Craig must have felt when he informed him of the “something sensitive”.

John shook his head and headed back to the bedroom, forgetting the reason for leaving it in the first place. He walked over to the bed admiring the naked lady laying on it.

I was starting to worry, it is getting dark out.” She told me kissing my forehead. “Now come help me with dinner.’ Taking my hand and dragging me away, but not before I could see the smugness of my brother’s face. I sent him a glare before making it into the kitchen. The rest of the night went on, and rather like other nights when we’ve been together. We sat down, ate, and talked. Nothing particularly special about the rest of that night, excepting George’s visit. Still though, this was one of the few occasions we could actually all come together. At least one that was enjoyable. The next morning was one I was genuinely looking forward to. But when I woke up hearing Mum calling me. So I had gotten dressed, in a skirt this time, in an effort to silence her. I left my room expecting to see my mother making breakfast. But instead seeing two officers of sorts, waiting at the open door. With my mother and father standing in front of

Jill and Estelle had been sitting rather closely together on the couch while we were talking. As the conversation became animated, I had begun to sense a bit of chemistry between the two as they had bounced back and forth advancing the narrative and I began paying attention to their body language, subconsciously at first, then slowly my frontal lobe began to engage. Hopefully all who know me, all who have read my writing by now know I'm a live and let live sort of person, not interested in meddling in other's lives, and not one to judge another's actions. One lesson I learned while on Planet Oz, is that unfulfilled sexual needs will always find an outlet.

When the room started to bleed around the edges and the air began to taste overwhelmingly stale, our gracious host turned to my companion and I, and adopting a formality that was indicative of a more serious intent, said “I think you two better head out.” Up until that moment, we had been content, as well as confident, in our position as contracted performers at this boy’s circus. After all, we had been invited in as strangers, while everyone else there came along consistently with the afternoon post. However, it seemed we proved a bit too strange, as the sidelong stares had steadily increasing as the evening wore on and our glasses drained. In the space between him and the rest of the room, we reached a mutual understanding, and my small party collected what we could of our belongings without complaint. It was clear Emma and I were no longer welcome, though the gay celebration was far from winding down. This shame brought

John yelled at Zach and said “You’re stupid! You walked all by your selfish little self to what, hang out with some friends?"

What happened during John’s presentation? Why do you think it was so difficult for everyone to understand John’s speech? Though John’s speech started poorly, do you think he could have recovered and finished strong? How might John have accomplished this mid-speech?

Savannah was on the pier with her friends when one of them accidentally knocked her wallet and phone into the water. Luckily, John was deployed from the military and was surfing in the same waters. He saw what happened and dived into the water to save her belongings. When he gave the items back to her, he looked into her deep blue eyes and immediately knew he was in love. Savannah fell in love too, and even invited him to a cookout with her family that afternoon.

I ran into the dance studio after Ali's dance class ended. I was late. When I got inside, I saw Jenna and Ali sitting on a couch in the lobby. "I'm so sorry. I got caught at work," I said. "It's fine," Jenna replied flatly. "Hey what's wrong?" I asked picking Ali up, sitting down in her spot, and placing her in my lap. "Nothing," she said. "Jen, I know you're lying," I said pulling her into my side. "My boyfriend broke up with me," she said as she started crying. "Jenna he doesn't deserve you if he broke up with you," I said. "But we were together for 4 years," she sobbed. "Shh," I said rubbing her back. "Ugh I'm a mess," she said,"I just need to go home." "Being alone in the worst thing you could do right now. You can come home with

There were many good-looking boys in the party and when the DJ started to played dance music, Liz came and tried to drag me to the dance floor, but I had never been much of a dancer and decided against it. When she realized Mary and I had no intentions to join her in the dance floor, she headed to the dance floor alone with a couple of boys quickly joining her.

“You don’t look busy,” he said as he gave a look around the room, “Besides, what can be better than spending time with me?” “Anything,” I said as I gave him a dead serious face. Ignoring the subject, John began towards my kitchen. “You have a nice house red,” he said as he sat at the kitchen table, “are ready to start?” “Do I have to remind you whose house this is?,” I said as I watched the locket on the table. Leaning back on the kitchen chair, John said, “Come on. Don’t be so stiff-.” Clank, made the locket as it hit the

What is a process? 1. A systematic series of actions directed to some end. 2. A continuous action, operation, or series of changes taking place in a definite manner. (http://dictionary.reference.com) Now with these definitions we are able to embrace process. It comes with time, experience, test, situations, and the list can go on. So why fight process when it is a part of our life. It is a series of changes taking place, so that one can either be better, or if they choose to be worse, then worse they will be. One must choose to stay in the process. Like I stated earlier, it hurts to be in the midst of so much and not be in control of things, but putting our faith in God, will see us through. Never throw in the towel, no matter how

“Quit being such an insolent, whippersnapper, you young chunk head,” grumbled Jeremiah gruffly. John had been pestering the tar out of him for the past hour or so and Jeremiah had had enough of him acting like a know it all.

“Smart decision,” Jean Pierre said, “I saw you sneak a few drinks before we left .” She followed her husband down an easy trail. Lizzy's heart was troubled . Sentimental Lizzy, when it came to love. Wasn't believing it the same as the