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Name: Anna
Country: United States
Metro: Chicago
Birthday: 12/16/1982
Gender: Female
Interests: Performing... dancing, acting, singing and the like, kids (and not in a disgusting way, sicko's), psychology and the study there of, hockey, The Redwalls, Benjamin "Hottie" Greeno, my family, God, Cinderella, day dreams, fairytales, glass slippers, my friends, fantastic 80's movies, pictures, decorating... ok that's enough.
Expertise: Fairy tales, performing, dancing around my house, teaching little kids how to do the same, analyzing and diagnosing unsuspecting friends, adoring cute Redwall drummers, playing the ditz but not really being one (no, seriously guys...), eating candy, etc.
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  SunStar1216
Member Since:
2/7/2005
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| I posted this on my blog, but I felt it important to post it here as well...
On Wednesday we sang "Let My Words Be Few" in NewC. Tears immediately welled up in my eyes, which I closed out of fear... I guess I thought I could hide from my thoughts. But all I could hear was Aaron Neiq, choked up, trying to sing; all I could see were Mr. and Mrs. K., sobbing from the core of their being, stand up when the words said, "And I stand in Awe of You..."
I had a vibrant memory at that moment, too. We were at Impact, in the old auditorium, and a few of us had hung around after the service. Laurie was towards the back, playing hide and seek with Steck's little sister. "Where could she be? Where is that precious little angel??? (giggle, giggle, giggle) Where aaare you?"... and baby Steck shouted, "Laurie! I'm right here!!!! Swing me around!" She joyfully picked her up and looked at me, mouthing, 'She's awesome!'. I gave a huge smile and mouthed back, 'So are you, hottie!' and she said, "No youuuuuu are!"...
So I'll let my words be few.
Jesus we are still in Love with You... | | |
| Thanks to all of youuuuu who've been soooo encouraging based on that last post. I don't think even I realized how seriously I'm struggling with that, and to know I have so many friends who love me unconditionally is amazing.
Seriously, though, I wonder how many 'overachievers' feel the same way I do? I realize that I enjoy living by really high standards, but that's not always a good thing. I hurt those I love by expecting too much out of them, and set myself up for disappointment because I can never seem to please anyone, even myself.
Why do I do that? Part of it, I believe, is not a bad thing. I love setting high goals because I know I can reach them and it's extremely fulfilling. But how can I just be happy with today? How can I learn to not judge myself as "successful" based on what I've danced for or how many Disney Princessess I've been?
The hardest part is when I fail (or, in reality, act human), I feel like crap. I think I suck, or I think I'll never be good enough. How silly is that?!?!?! Quite. But I just can't seem to stop doing it.
However, these are all recent insights and my prayer is that my newfound awareness for this 'inner struggle' will allow me to go easy on myself and those around me. I desire to be pleased with each day I'm given, and not always wish for tomorrow. I want to be blessed by my accomplishments, not worried about the next thing I need to achieve. I want to love myself in my own skin rather than feel icky because I don't look like I did when I was a professional dancer. I want to see me the way God sees me, cliche as that may sound.
I just want to be ok with me. | | |
| The current profile picture reminds me of a time when I felt really cool. I'm the one on the right in case you couldn't tell by my awesome hair stripes...errr... color.
Why, though, do I base my "coolness" on the things I'm doing/what I've done? It's an inner search I'm currently going on; I just want to be happy with "me", no matter what I'm doing or where I'm at.
Anyway, enjoy me, Jessica and Kristen  | | |
| I have wise friends. I am blessed to have people that lift me up, but more blessed to have a God that in my weakest moments, draws me in closer than I think is possible.
Friends, I'm asking you to help me not forget that truth. I am a weak and needy, flawed person; but I never want to forget that in those clingy, tired moments, it is God's desire to take care of and embrace me. I need those closest to me to remind me of that truth.
I'm so blessed... | | |
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