"treat others the way you want to be treated" // the golden rule. for the most part, i try to follow it. now i'm not saying i'm perfect -- i'm known to be cranky and sometimes say things that might be better off left unsaid. however, i truly believe that people deserve to be treated with the utmost respect and kindness.
some might say i have a problem with caring too much about people. how is that possible? when i meet someone i start to develop a close friendship with, i would do anything for them. this is a solid trait to have. however, we come to a problem: sometimes i care too much about people who don't reciprocate the love. i'm an optimist (for the most part). i LOVE to give people the benefit of the doubt. if someone doesn't treat me with respect, i usually try to justify why they did [fill in the blank]: they're having a bad day, they didn't really think about their actions or the consequences of their actions, blah blah blah.
i was talking to my bff kim a few weeks ago and told her about a snituation that i was going through. i was telling her about a recently developed friendship and how it was a very solid, very quality friendship. i also mentioned how there were some things that were rubbing me the wrong way -- how i felt like actions were speaking louder than words and how i didn't really feel appreciated. i kept trying to justify this friend's actions and kim finally stopped me and said, "ali. you are too nice. you have a habit of letting people walk all over you. sometimes you need to think about what's best for yourself, and sometimes that includes cutting toxic people out of your life." what a wise woman, that kimmy t is.
i believe we are put in people's lives for a reason. every single person we come in contact with has been placed in our paths. sometimes i realize their purpose immediately and sometimes it takes me a little while to understand why some individual has been graced with my presence in their life.
going back to this friend // while this friendship isn't turning out exactly as i envisioned it, i know that there are reasons i am in this individuals life. at first, i thought they were an answer to my prayer; and they definitely are -- but in ways i didn't plan. then i realized maybe i was needed in their life more than they were needed in mine.
does that make sense?
on my mission, one of my mission presidents told me, "sometimes you're in a companionship for you and sometimes you're in a companionship for them; sometimes your companion might need you more than you need them. and vice versa." i think those words are very profound and i realize that statement can be applied in friendships and relationships throughout the rest of my life. occasionally i'll meet someone and realize there's a special bond between us. i have a habit of immediately thinking, "okay, this person is going to do [fill in the blank] and [fill in the blank some more] and fill this void i have in my life." sometimes i'm right about the direction the friendship is going and sometimes i'm wrong. but no matter what happens, i really try to be the best friend i can for that person, whether they deserve it or not. sometimes if we treat them with the respect they deserve, they come back and treat us with that same respect.
i guess the moral of my story is this // sometimes we are in relationships and realize we aren't being treated the way we would hope to be treated. whether you had envisioned the friendship going differently, or whether it's going how you envisioned it but not yielding the same results, i have learned that we should ALWAYS treat others the way we would want to be treated. sometimes people might not treat us the way we want to be treated, but we but should always treat them the way we want to be treated. in the end, if people have a problem with you it's generally a reflection of them and not you.
now go be the best answer to someone's prayer that you can possibly be //
xx A
Thursday, July 2, 2015
Monday, June 22, 2015
happy birthday to you, SJ
today is a very special day // it's my mom's birthday.
this is the third year i won't be in my mom on her birthday and it's kind of sad. there's something special about seeing your mom on her birthday and doing everything extra special for her.
my mom is a rockstar. for the past 23 years of life, she has always made my birthdays extra special. every year she comes up with a different theme for my sisters and i and decorates the dining room with that special theme and birthday presents. she makes our favorite dinner and does everything in her power to make sure it's a perfect day for us.
the birthday thing isn't the only thing that makes her a rockstar; she's pretty much perfect in my eyes. she is the sweetest woman you've ever met -- she would do anything for anyone, even if she doesn't know you that well. she is a major people pleaser and feels guilty asking for help from anyone. she is the best cook and loves to throw parties and entertain people. she always puts other people before herself, even when she's sick or overwhelmed. she never complains about anything [not that she has much to complain about -- she has the best husband, three nearly perfect daughters, and the cutest dog in all of A-town] and doesn't let other people's bad moods affect her. she tries so hard to make other people happy. she gives the best advice and always makes me feel like i'm the greatest person ever. she is encouraging, optimistic, personable, and motivating. she has been, and always will be, my number one fan. she constantly amazes me with her generosity and desire to make everyone around her feel like they are the best people in the world. she is uber complimentary and is definitely wins the best-dressed award, even if she wears her lulu's 24/7.
my only hope is that i can be half of the mom she is. she is also incredibly gorgeous, so there's hope for the future :)
happy birthday to you, mama suze. i love you the millionest <3
this is the third year i won't be in my mom on her birthday and it's kind of sad. there's something special about seeing your mom on her birthday and doing everything extra special for her.
my mom is a rockstar. for the past 23 years of life, she has always made my birthdays extra special. every year she comes up with a different theme for my sisters and i and decorates the dining room with that special theme and birthday presents. she makes our favorite dinner and does everything in her power to make sure it's a perfect day for us.
the birthday thing isn't the only thing that makes her a rockstar; she's pretty much perfect in my eyes. she is the sweetest woman you've ever met -- she would do anything for anyone, even if she doesn't know you that well. she is a major people pleaser and feels guilty asking for help from anyone. she is the best cook and loves to throw parties and entertain people. she always puts other people before herself, even when she's sick or overwhelmed. she never complains about anything [not that she has much to complain about -- she has the best husband, three nearly perfect daughters, and the cutest dog in all of A-town] and doesn't let other people's bad moods affect her. she tries so hard to make other people happy. she gives the best advice and always makes me feel like i'm the greatest person ever. she is encouraging, optimistic, personable, and motivating. she has been, and always will be, my number one fan. she constantly amazes me with her generosity and desire to make everyone around her feel like they are the best people in the world. she is uber complimentary and is definitely wins the best-dressed award, even if she wears her lulu's 24/7.
my only hope is that i can be half of the mom she is. she is also incredibly gorgeous, so there's hope for the future :)
happy birthday to you, mama suze. i love you the millionest <3
Monday, May 18, 2015
it's good
a friend shared a story with me awhile ago that i have loved ever since the moment i heard it. i want to share it with you.
there once was a man who was of royal descent. his best friend was a pauper. they met when they were very young and grew up together. the royal man was made king when he was older and he made his best friend his servant, so they spend time together. the king went on an annual hunting trip every spring and he got to bring along his friend. one particular hunting trip, the servant loaded the gun wrong and the king accidentally shot off half of his finger. he was furious and sentenced his servant to life in prison.
the king realized that life was lonely without his friend, but he was so furious with him that it didn't matter. again, the annual hunting trip came along and the king went without his sidekick. on this particular hunting trip, a group of indigenous tribal people captured the king and were preparing to sacrifice him. however, they realized that something was wrong: he was missing half of his finger [from the previous year's hunting trip]. they let him go because he wasn't a pure sacrifice.
upon his release, the king realized that the reason he was saved was because of his nub finger; without his servant friend, he'd be dead. he immediately rushed into the prison and went to talk to his friend. the king relayed the story and all the servant friend could say was, "it's good". the king was super confused and asked the servant, "why is that the only thing you can say? don't you realize that if it weren't for me, this past year of your life could have been amazing?"
the servant responded, "the reason you were spared from the sacrifice was because you were missing half of your finger. i have all of my body parts. if i would have been there, i would have been sacrificed."
ever since i've heard this story, the motto "it's good" constantly goes through my mind. sometimes we may wonder why certain blessings aren't coming to us, despite the fact that we've been faithful and patient. sometimes we find out why, and sometimes we don't. however, the motto "it's good" can be a relief // everything in life is going to be okay. if we dwell on the past and what we've missed or what things we wished would have happened, we might fail to remember the blessings that we did receive.
just remember: it's good.
there once was a man who was of royal descent. his best friend was a pauper. they met when they were very young and grew up together. the royal man was made king when he was older and he made his best friend his servant, so they spend time together. the king went on an annual hunting trip every spring and he got to bring along his friend. one particular hunting trip, the servant loaded the gun wrong and the king accidentally shot off half of his finger. he was furious and sentenced his servant to life in prison.
the king realized that life was lonely without his friend, but he was so furious with him that it didn't matter. again, the annual hunting trip came along and the king went without his sidekick. on this particular hunting trip, a group of indigenous tribal people captured the king and were preparing to sacrifice him. however, they realized that something was wrong: he was missing half of his finger [from the previous year's hunting trip]. they let him go because he wasn't a pure sacrifice.
upon his release, the king realized that the reason he was saved was because of his nub finger; without his servant friend, he'd be dead. he immediately rushed into the prison and went to talk to his friend. the king relayed the story and all the servant friend could say was, "it's good". the king was super confused and asked the servant, "why is that the only thing you can say? don't you realize that if it weren't for me, this past year of your life could have been amazing?"
the servant responded, "the reason you were spared from the sacrifice was because you were missing half of your finger. i have all of my body parts. if i would have been there, i would have been sacrificed."
ever since i've heard this story, the motto "it's good" constantly goes through my mind. sometimes we may wonder why certain blessings aren't coming to us, despite the fact that we've been faithful and patient. sometimes we find out why, and sometimes we don't. however, the motto "it's good" can be a relief // everything in life is going to be okay. if we dwell on the past and what we've missed or what things we wished would have happened, we might fail to remember the blessings that we did receive.
just remember: it's good.
Monday, February 9, 2015
ollie's adventures in NY
just over a month ago i got on an airplane with 2 suitcases, a carry-on, and a backpack. 5 1/2 hours later i arrived at JFK and somehow managed to give my taxi driver a $20 tip as he dropped me off at my new apartment. i found my way upstairs and was greeted by my perfect {new} roommate, alex, and her boyfriend. i fell asleep on my heavenly bed and contemplated how life is absolutely incredible and most definitely unlike anything you have planned.
i've always had the dream to live in new york-- but i never thought it would become a reality. when an opportunity presented itself to move out here for a few months to do an internship for a big 4 accounting firm, i couldn't believe something this exciting was really happening to me. how often do you hear about someone moving across the country to pursue their dreams and they just have the most amazing experience and get slightly envious of them every time they tell you about their big adventure? yeah-- i was going to be THAT girl.
i've realized that adventures come in all shapes and sizes. and with those adventures come unexpected stories and emotions.
one of my first adventures happened as we were cleaning the church a few weeks ago. yes, you might know where this is going-- it's the matzo ball story. i was talking to this kid from utah about being a jew and he thought it was the coolest thing ever. i asked him if he knew what a matzo ball was and he said, "yeah it's like a party they have when they come of age." thankfully i hadn't had anything to drink within the past hour because the episode was even funnier in person.
there have been homeless people who have caught my attention-- one in particular. i was walking to work one day with my lunch in a bag and i thought. "you know, if i see a homeless person i am going to give them my lunch." and then lo and behold, i saw a man right up the road from me. i stopped to give him my lunch and he said, "hold on-- what's in there? i'm on a diet." he then proceeded to stick his whole hand in my chicken and rice concoction and sniff it-- and then tried to give me back the leftovers. um, pass...
i have heard my fair share of swearing and seen more than my fair share of people being rude to each other. but in between all of the profanity and shoving, there have been random acts of kindness that allow my faith in humanity to be restored. alex and i were catching the train to church this past sunday and i couldn't get my metrocard out of my purse quick enough [i was only slightly paranoid because i had lost my metrocard the night before and had to buy a new one] and the train was getting ready to leave the station. as i was clearly on the struggle bus, some guy, who was walking out of the train, said, "here" and swiped his metrocard for me. that tidbit definitely belongs in a book somewhere. it was perfect. and the thing is, it probably meant nothing to him. but it made my day.
then there's the opposite side of the adventure-- the fact that you're moving across the country. when i came to new york, i had 3 friends-- my currrent roommate, alex, my old college roommate, logan, and her husband, charles. in my mind i thought that i would go to church my first sunday and make a gazillion new friends; we'd go shopping, see plays, go exploring, and experience city life together. in my mind, i didn't really think about how when i moved here i only knew 3 people. i kinda sorta forgot how the whole "making friends" thing has to happen before i can be besties with someone. i don't think i realized that moving somewhere new might put a damper on my social life-- and my social life is already that of an old married couple.
while i love living in the city that never sleeps [because that means there are food places open at all hours of the day] it can also feel a little bit lonely at times. i'm having to learn to go outside of my comfort zone. i'm learning to be independent; and i think that also means i'm learning to be an adult.
i'm not exactly sure why this whole new york thing worked out so perfectly. but in the words of elder wirthlin, "come what may and love it."
i think i can do that.
xoxo ollie in NY
i've always had the dream to live in new york-- but i never thought it would become a reality. when an opportunity presented itself to move out here for a few months to do an internship for a big 4 accounting firm, i couldn't believe something this exciting was really happening to me. how often do you hear about someone moving across the country to pursue their dreams and they just have the most amazing experience and get slightly envious of them every time they tell you about their big adventure? yeah-- i was going to be THAT girl.
i've realized that adventures come in all shapes and sizes. and with those adventures come unexpected stories and emotions.
one of my first adventures happened as we were cleaning the church a few weeks ago. yes, you might know where this is going-- it's the matzo ball story. i was talking to this kid from utah about being a jew and he thought it was the coolest thing ever. i asked him if he knew what a matzo ball was and he said, "yeah it's like a party they have when they come of age." thankfully i hadn't had anything to drink within the past hour because the episode was even funnier in person.
there have been homeless people who have caught my attention-- one in particular. i was walking to work one day with my lunch in a bag and i thought. "you know, if i see a homeless person i am going to give them my lunch." and then lo and behold, i saw a man right up the road from me. i stopped to give him my lunch and he said, "hold on-- what's in there? i'm on a diet." he then proceeded to stick his whole hand in my chicken and rice concoction and sniff it-- and then tried to give me back the leftovers. um, pass...
i have heard my fair share of swearing and seen more than my fair share of people being rude to each other. but in between all of the profanity and shoving, there have been random acts of kindness that allow my faith in humanity to be restored. alex and i were catching the train to church this past sunday and i couldn't get my metrocard out of my purse quick enough [i was only slightly paranoid because i had lost my metrocard the night before and had to buy a new one] and the train was getting ready to leave the station. as i was clearly on the struggle bus, some guy, who was walking out of the train, said, "here" and swiped his metrocard for me. that tidbit definitely belongs in a book somewhere. it was perfect. and the thing is, it probably meant nothing to him. but it made my day.
then there's the opposite side of the adventure-- the fact that you're moving across the country. when i came to new york, i had 3 friends-- my currrent roommate, alex, my old college roommate, logan, and her husband, charles. in my mind i thought that i would go to church my first sunday and make a gazillion new friends; we'd go shopping, see plays, go exploring, and experience city life together. in my mind, i didn't really think about how when i moved here i only knew 3 people. i kinda sorta forgot how the whole "making friends" thing has to happen before i can be besties with someone. i don't think i realized that moving somewhere new might put a damper on my social life-- and my social life is already that of an old married couple.
while i love living in the city that never sleeps [because that means there are food places open at all hours of the day] it can also feel a little bit lonely at times. i'm having to learn to go outside of my comfort zone. i'm learning to be independent; and i think that also means i'm learning to be an adult.
i'm not exactly sure why this whole new york thing worked out so perfectly. but in the words of elder wirthlin, "come what may and love it."
i think i can do that.
xoxo ollie in NY
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