Perspective

I've come to realize that perspective is everything.  It doesn't really matter what happens or who it it happens to. The only thing that matters is how you look at the situation and how to respond.  You can make the best out of what you thought was your worst day or experience ever, just by looking at it from a different perspective.  Also, you can ruin a perfectly good day by looking at things negatively.  Perspective truly is everything and we are in complete control of this amazing power.  Use it wisely.

Friends

Friends are an interesting thing. They can lift you up, or bring you down. They can make you laugh, or make you cry. They can be good or bad, big or small, etc. Yet, it is always your friends that you turn to when you need help. Even if you have been disappointed or possibly even hurt by them in the past. Why is that? Why do we rely so much on others, and why do we need them in our lives to feel complete? Is their approval of our lives and choices really going to make a difference in how we look at ourselves? Like I said, friends are an interesting thing.

Making Food

I'm in charge of making sure everyone has dinner here every night. Usually on a night such as this, I would spend some time and make something delicious, such as lasagna, or shake 'n bake chicken, but I'm super tired still from my weekend, so we are having something simple. I can't think of anything that is easier to make than Ramen, so that is what we're having. Plus, I waited too long to start cooking, and we all have to be to the Pinewood Derby in twenty minutes, so quick and easy it is. Even if it doesn't taste the best.

What to do?

So, I currently work for my aunt and uncle as a nanny of sorts while I attend school here in Southern Utah. My three cousins that I tend (Alexis, 14; Valeria, 11; and Leland, 9) are usually pretty good, and we have a lot of fun. All today though, Leland has been throwing a tantrum. I don't know really what to do because I can't physically do anything, and my words don't mean anything because when he gets in one of his moods, only his dad can make him listen, and even that is only sometimes. So tonight, after hearing that I am not wanted here, that I don't know how to do anything, and having things thrown at me repeatedly (all by Leland), I am completely worn out and just don't want to do this anymore. My uncle Marty didn't call me back to deal with the issue for almost two hours and the whole time I was pulling my hair out, trying to stay calm. I hate having a temper, but at least I can keep it under control most of the time. So now here I am as I'm finally getting around to my homework, since I was otherwise occupied all afternoon, and am frustrated with everything and it's throwing off my concentration. Good thing tomorrow is another day, and I can only hope that it will be better.