My 3 Keys to Maintaining Perspective
– My Daily Contributions
– Constant Reflection
– Influencing Others
My Daily Contributions
Some people think I work too much and don’t let my hair down enough. I know its rare but I actually like to work! Granted, I haven’t been thrilled with every assignment but that’s life. I truly try to excel in everything I do. Some compete with others but I’m on a quest to be my best self! I give my best to every task, project, etc. Mediocrity is never an option.
Several years ago, someone very special to me was delivering a speech and said, they are “free from people bondage.” In other words, if people think I work too much, that’s their problem not mine. If people don’t like my hair, that’s their problem not mine. If people don’t like where I live, that’s their problem not mine. If people think I should be skinnier, fatter or eat a certain thing, thats their problem, not mine!
Everyday I’m trying to create a life I’m proud off. My future is far greater than my past and so is yours!
Acts of Kindness
Syd’s family didn’t want him because “he required too much attention.” I met him when he was 4 or 5 months old and he’s been my shadow and bodyguard for the past 7 years : ). Sasha is my other fury bestie.
While everyone’s story is different, my purpose behind sharing this blog is two fold;
To provide some insight into how the foster care and adoption experience can impact and shape one’s life and perhaps demystify a few things. and 2.
I am grateful for many things even when they days seem dreary. Grateful for the ability to inhale deeply and breathe in the desires of my heart. Grateful to exhale and let go of tension.
Remember January 1st 2020? Similar to most January’s – people were off living their best life- hitting the gym to cement those New Years resolutions, checking out Dave Ramsey’s content around financial freedom, napping, cooking good luck meals such as black eyed peas and removing the final Holiday decorations from doors, windows and fireplaces.
It’s been communicated that my biological mother named me, Monica Marie Garnett. I love being named Monica. It’s not terribly common, I adore how it sounds, and there’s only one way to spell it. Inserting a “k” rather than a “c” is just wrong. : )
When I was a little girl I prayed daily that one day I would meet my biological family. It happened. I also prayed for a certain career path, that I would buy/own a home and that I would finish college. It all happened.
My adoptive father didn’t talk much and when he did, it wasn’t conversational. The phrases were typically six words or less: “Let’s go,” “Why is the garage door up,” or “ok.” During family dinners no one spoke. The silence was stifling.
March 31, 2017
Children in foster care: In its last governing act of the night, the Senate voted to send a bill back to committee that would have updated the state’s adoption laws for the first time in a generation.
We are in full swing of the holiday season and I’m looking forward to the decorations, wintry weather and overall holiday cheer.
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