determine my own life philosophy

Because, trust me, people need it and so do I.

I should focus on becoming better and stronger because life gets harder.

Always be humble. No matter how talented or aware I think I am there is always more to learn. Even someone who never heard about my area of expertise before today could still instruct me in some area of my field.

Unless it’s death or something of that nature. Should I really be crying for the same set of mistakes, incidents, accidents or consequences? Have I learnt nothing?

I will not be doing this anymore.

Yes. Even if they deserve to get it (or get hit!). Even if I think they need to be taught a lesson. Even if I’ll feel better when i get my revenge.

It is just not worth it to wallow in the nasty murky lowlands with them. Always go higher. It’s not about them. It’s about me.

Walk as if you wear an invisible crown.

I want this to be a part of my philosophy. I don’t usually carry myself with regal self-possessed confidence (both physically and mentally). I think I’m too this or too that for a lot of things. I have a little niece now. She is extremely dark-skinned in a world where that’s a character flaw. I want her to always have working examples of dark-skinned women who lived their lives with grace and dignity and confidence.

I spend so much time obsessing over one thing or the other that sometimes I forget to notice what’s going on around me. I don’t want to waste the time I have now. I don’t want life to pass me by.

Life is not a race. You can go at your own pace.

I always feel the need to achieve at or above the level of my cohort. I feel like an underachieving bum if I’m not where I “should be” at a particular stage. Who am I racing against? Why am I running? What’s the prize? I have no clue.

I’m going to make the commitment to myself to accept my achievements for what they are. I won’t worry that some of my colleagues are “ahead”. So what if someone a year younger than I already has a house and a good job? I’ll remind myself that I have been using the intervening years since we both left school to get an advanced degree.

Being “pretty” or “attractive” is important but not essential for happiness or peace of mind.

I hate jerks of all descriptions, even the pretty ones.

Being gracious and kind and loving is more important than soft hands and feet.

We should teach this to our children. Being rude should be frowned upon as much as a fake Gucci purse.

I have come to the realization that each relationship should stand on its own merit.

A relationship of three months is just as valid in my history as one for 30 years. There must have been something good about it why you gave it 3 months of your time. So I’ll try not to bad mouth my exes