takin those steps and what not

anonymous asked:

i aspire to be as positive as you! problem is, i don't know where to start! i feel sad a lot, so it's kinda hard to think positively... perhaps i may have some direction?

FIRST THING’S FIRST! FEELIN’ SAD IS A GOOD THING! IT MEANS YOU CARE ENOUGH ABOUT YOURSELF TO FEEL EMOTION! IT MEANS YOU THINK DEEPLY ABOUT THE WORLD AROUND YOU! YOU CAN SYMPATHIZE! SO THE FIRST STEP TO BEIN’ POSITIVE IS TO REALIZE THAT BY BEIN’ SAD YOU’RE ALREADY ON YOUR FIRST STEP IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION!

NEXT, YOU GOTTA THINK - REEEAAALLY THINK - ABOUT WHAT IT IS THAT GETS YOU DOWN. WHAT DO YOU CARE ENOUGH ABOUT THAT MAKES YOU WANT TO FEEL? WHAT PUT YOU IN THAT FUNK? ‘CAUSE GUESS WHAT, CHALLENGER? THAT VERY SAME THING CAN JUST AS EASILY PULL YOU BACK OUT AND UP INTO HAPPY TOWN!

ASK YOURSELF - REALLY BRING YOURSELF TO TASK - WHAT GAVE ME THIS IDEA THAT I SHOULD BE SAD? OTHER PEOPLE? LONELINESS? TRYIN’ AND FAILIN’? JUST TAKIN’ A LOOK AT WHAT YOU WANT AND SEEIN’ WHAT A BIG CLIMB IT IS? THOSE OUTSIDE INFLUENCES DO MEAN SOMETHIN’, AND AT THE END OF THE DAY YOU HAVE FULL CONTROL OVER WHAT KINDS OF SOMETHIN’ THEY END UP MEANIN’!

LEMME TELL YOU ABOUT MY JOURNEY: I WASN’T LIVIN’ UP TO MY POTENTIAL. I WAS IN THE LITTLE LEAGUE THROWIN’ PUNCHES WITH THE SMALL POTATOES WHEN I KNEW I COULD MATCH UP TO THE SUPER SPUDS!

BUT EVERYBODY WAS MORE INTERESTED IN TELLIN’ ME ‘BOUT HOW HARD IT WAS GONNA BE! TRYIN’ TO PROTECT ME FROM THE PAINS OF FAILURE AS IF THAT’S WHERE I WAS HEADED WITHOUT A DOUBT!

I SAT AROUND, HARD ON MYSELF, AND I ASKED QUESTIONS. “WHY’S IT ALWAYS GOTTA BE ‘KEEP YOUR HEAD LOW, MAX’? IS THAT REALLY ALL I’M GONNA GET? WHERE ARE THE ONES THAT SAY, ‘YOU CAN DO IT!’ ‘I’M WITH YA!’ ‘I CAN SEE THE WAY!’?”

AS I KEPT ASKIN’, SOMETHIN’ HAPPENED. I KEPT REPEATIN’ ALL THOSE THINGS I WANTED TO HEAR AND I KEPT ON HEARIN’ ‘EM BACK FROM MY OWN HEAD! I WAS FEELIN’ GOOD!

I REALIZED: IT AIN’T WHAT YOU’RE TOLD, IT’S WHAT YOU’RE HEARIN’! ALL THOSE WELL MEANIN’ PEOPLE WEREN’T TRYIN’ TO PUT ME DOWN! THEY WERE GEARIN’ ME UP WITH WHAT TO EXPECT FROM THE HARD PATH TO THE TOP! AND IF I WANTED TO HEAR SOMETHIN’ STRAIGHT NICE, MY OWN MIND’S GOT ME COVERED!

SO I DID MY RESEARCH! I WENT TO THE LIBRARY! I LOGGED ONTO THE NINTERNET! I LEARNED ABOUT ARMS LEAGUE REQUIREMENTS! WEIGHT CLASSES! GETTIN’ A SPONSOR! TRAININ’ REGIMENTS! BEFORE I KNEW IT, I HAD MY DEBUT MATCH ALL LINED UP. AND, WELL, THE REST IS HISTORY!

IT’S LIKE I ALWAYS SAY: LIFE’S GONNA GO HARD ON YA ‘CAUSE IT WANTS YA TO FIGHT BACK! IT’LL KEEP YOU DOWN IF YOU LET IT! I CAN LEAD YOU IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION, BUT THE FINAL PUSH IS ALL YOU ‘CAUSE NOBODY KNOWS YOU LIKE YOU KNOW YOURSELF! EVERYBODY IS POSITIVE IN THEIR OWN WAY. THAT MEANS INSIDE OF YOU IS A BRAND NEW PERSPECTIVE THAT’S GONNA BLOW SOME MINDS. YOU JUST HAVE TO UNLOCK IT!

FEEL! ASK! LEARN! ADAPT! PRACTICE! RELEASE!! YOU’VE GOT THIS!! I BELIEVE IN YOU!! YOU! ARE! AWESOME!

YEAH!!!

anonymous asked:

“Please put me down it’s just a sprained ankle" and nursey/dex for the prompt thing

Dex trips down the front steps of the Haus.

He wishes he could say he was drunk, wishes he could blame it on the bucket of tub juice currently being manned by Ollie and Wicks. But no, he’s stone cold sober, and had been intent on making a hasty escape when he lost his footing and missed a step. He lands all wrong on his ankle, and it hurts to put weight on it, breath hissing through his teeth. The fucking steps would’ve been fixed this morning if Ransom hadn’t decided that he needed to change the oil on his car right away, and Dex had somehow gotten roped into that. So now, here he is, sitting on the front lawn of the Haus cradling his ankle in his hands. Thankfully the season is over, but there’s music rattling the windows and he’s pretty sure if he leans the right way he’ll still be able to see Nursey making out with Mike from their poli-sci class. Mike with his blonde hair and blue eyes and stupid chill attitude. 

Dex hates him.

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carylsanctuary  asked:

Truth.

“He shouldn’t have sent you away.” Daryl fidgeted with his fingers.

“Rick did what he thought was best at the time. I…I didn’t fight him.” Carol commented.

“But you did come back to the prison.” Daryl lifted his eyes to hers.

“Not in time to make a difference. We still lost our home.” She countered.

“I should have found you sooner, shouldn’t have left you at the prison…” Daryl shook his head.

“You had to get medicine. There was nothing you could have done, Daryl.”

“Then the Governor showed up, and…I’m sorry.” He grimaced.

“…For what?” Carol faced him more fully, confused.

“Those two girls. You were takin’ care of ‘em. When you got sent away, I should have stepped up and protected ‘em. But when we lost the prison…I lost track of ‘em, don’t know where they ended up, but…” Daryl trailed away, looking to Carol apprehensively.

Carol’s lips were pursed hard, and her shoulders had hunched suddenly. Daryl cringed, averting his eyes. He had suspected that she would be upset. He had failed her…again. She lowered her head and lifted a hand to her forehead. His chest ached, and he regretted bringing it up, especially when Carol straightened and he saw the twin streaks of tears running down her cheeks.

“Carol…”

“You didn’t…” Carol exhaled, wrapping her arms around herself. “Oh…”

She looked like she was going to be sick, and Daryl felt a spike of alarm run up his back.

“Carol…”

“Tyreese got them out…with Judith. I-I found them on the train tracks.” Carol looked at him, her eyes glassy with tears and her jaw locked. “I couldn’t—“

“Hey.” Daryl slid closer to her, putting an arm around her shoulders.

She buckled and lowered her head to his shoulder, sobs wracking her form. Through the trembling though, she seemed determined to air out the truth.

“Lizzie was…confused about walkers. She didn’t…She thought they weren’t dangerous, that…that they were…her friends. I tried to talk to her, but it didn’t take…”

She ran a hand over her mouth, swiftly wiping the tears from one of her eyes. Daryl sat quietly, letting her go at her own pace.

“She tried to show us, Tyreese and I, that walkers were g-good, by ki…She killed Mika, wanted us to wait for her sister to Turn so that we could see…” Her face collapsed and she choked.

Horror flooded through Daryl’s stomach like ice, and he tightened his grip on her shoulders.

“We only found her just in time to stop her from doing it to Judith.”

“Jesus,” he murmured, staring up at the sky for a moment.

Carol shook her head feverishly. “She didn’t understand…We couldn’t get her to understand…We c-couldn’t trust her around other p-people, s-so we had to…I h-had to…”

Realization dawned, and the icy horror turned to concrete in his chest. He put his other arm around her then, pulling her completely to him. Carol covered her face with both hands, breathing hard but not openly sobbing. Daryl closed his eyes and held her tightly. He cupped the back of her head with one hand.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured against her hair, pain filling his voice that he couldn’t stop. “I’m so sorry, Carol.”