“I am Strong”

I’ve recently read an article on Nerdfitness.com about the words we use and their subliminal effects upon us. So a few days ago, in this new home, we’ve found something here. A presence that’s starting to scare the girls, and wake up my Bro-in-law at a particular time, and I’m covered with a sense of goosebumps, as my heart starts beating faster for when there’s nothing there, and it’s during my Rosary prayers.

So it’s here that I’ve decided to put it to the test. I was getting worried to go to my bedroom, despite the lack of personal, dare I say, paranormal interactions. I said to myself:

“I am Strong.”

I repeated it over and over again in my head, I let it echo and fill my mind.

“I am Strong.”

Soon, I begin to feel a force rise from within, I’m starting to feel complete, confident, almost angry. I faced the fear without any resolve, or hesitation. So I got me thinking that this concept has some merit to it. Even in the middle of being overwhelmed, all I do is constantly repeat to myself:

“I am Strong.”

And soon enough, my mind believes it, my body reflects it, and my very soul accepts it. This is something I need to constantly do in order to overcome my obstacles. So now I’ve been telling myself that I am all of the things I want to be, that I should be– no, that I am now.

I am Strong.
I am Faithful.
I am Tough.
I am Intelligent.
I am Humble.
I am not afraid of anything save the LORD.
I am a man who uses his abilities for others.
I am a man who loves his family.
I am a man who is good to his friends.
I am he who calls upon the LORD when he needs it.
I am a Gentleman.
I am a Knight.
I am a Good Man.
I am Strong.

“According to Plan”

A month ago, I had several plans, each was going to be done in their respective time and I was going to go through life from there. Life was consistent, on a set path, even these entries were coming along, rather frequently, I was in my comfort zone and I was good.

Then we move, new home, new neighborhood, new life. I was even given a new car to drive around in, new people living with me, it’s all new. The only thing that was old were the things I brought with me.

The superficial things: Clothes, blankets, textbooks, my backpack.

The non-superficial things: Memories, souvenirs, hope, potential, Dreams and even Regrets.

And now I’m looking back and I’m comparing my situation from now and then.

First of all, all expectations and plans I had a month ago went completely out the window, I’ve got plenty of room for spontaneity in my plans, but this was more like a clean slate.

My mind is still adapting to this place, it still has that new house smell, despite all of the stuff from the old house lying around the place, which probably explains why my entries have been lacking as of late. It also doesn’t help that I’ve contracted a cold and now even standing up could cause me to be dizzy.

The main focus right now is to adapt to this new environment, and try to grow and expand here. I’ve already have new plans for the up and coming, but there are so many things to get used to, even the ground and air feels new to me. I like it, it’s fresher, cleaner, the view is more open, my neighbor is a mountain that begs to be hiked, my room is bigger, and there are many things that demand my attention and effort.

I need to rest, my temperature is elevating again. Bah, I hate being sick.