Super Smash

I've reached the lowest point yet.

You know you take life wayy (notice the way with two y's) too seriously when you get upset for losing Super Smash Bros.
Yeah, that's my life right about now. I can't say that it's only about the Super Smash. To my defense we were playing on n64 and I did have the worst controller. But that's not the point. I get mad s quickly because I just can't adapt to failure. No matter how big or small the failure is, I just can't get a hold of losing. In the office of my first job hung a poster with a picture of Vince Lombardi on it. It said, "Winning is not a sometime thing; its an all the time thing. You don't win once in a while; you don't do things right once in a while; you do them right all the time. Winning is a habit." I guess i took that quote a little too seriously. Well, jokes on me.
I need to learn to sit back and relax once in a while. I can't be good at everything. In fact i'll probably be good at very few things. The point is to remember the pros when the cons seem to weigh in.


Next time Luigi and I won't sweat the small stuff.


xx The BathTub Philosopher




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God never put a bush in the harbour

Yesterday was a day I will not forget. I went and completed a certain workshop to improve my spiritual growth. At first, I was ashamed to tell people I was working on my growth. I turned on my phone at the end of the 8 hour long workshop to 5 messages asking where I was, or when I was getting home. I didn't want to respond I was in a workshop where I'm trying to fix my problems. A switch went off (or on) in my head asking me why I was ashamed or embarrassed? We all have problems that we are working on and we all are striving to be better people. I can't really discuss what procedures we did in the workshop but I have to say it changed me. The exercises (mental and physical) showed me different ways of approaching or thinking about a situation. We did tons of breathing therapy which cleared my mind completely of all the stress and chaos. The title of the post means that G-d never stops us from progressing. Yesterday I learned that what we lack in our childhood is one of the qualities that we excel in. Let's say someone did not receive acceptance in their childhood, they will show tremendous amounts of acceptance towards others. Take the gift that you have and progress with that. The world needs a lot of things right now. Love, acceptance, kindness, selflessness are all things we can give out to the world. I propose a task for you that are reading this.

Take the quality you excel in.
Make a numerical goal. (Ex: If your quality is Affectionate. Show 2 people affection this week- THERE MUST BE A NUMERICAL GOAL! If you set an easy numerical goal then you are setting yourself up for success!)
Complete your goal and slowly progress each week.

Comment below or e-mail and let me know how it's going.
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Till next time xo

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It's Been A Long Time Comin

Hello all. I know it's been forever since I wrote but, I've been caught up. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing, all I know is that I need time to pick my own brain and rest a little. The 25th of this month marks 5 months living completely alone in Israel without any family. I thought it would be much harder. Of course it wasn't completely easy. I had a few weakling moments where all I wanted was to run back to my comfort zone of pure white sheets and crisp pillows. Now that I'm going back to New York there was much to think about. When I landed in Israel, I was a new person. Instantly reborn i, was the offspring of my memories and experiences. In New York, I'm a busy body. I didn't have a second in the day to breathe. Between work, side work, side side work, friends, family, more work, keeping up with everything, I was exhausted. Mentally, physically, emotionally. When I took a breath of the (much) cleaner air, it cleansed my whole system. It changed the way i thought. When i'm here I'm no longer the loud new yorker that drives myself to the bone everyday. I'm still me just a little quieter, calmer and a lot more positive. I had this whole realization yesterday. A friend of mine who has been with me in Israel told me that I'm not the same here as i am in NYC. She said it was a good thing. I focused more here. I've done more things business wise here than I would of done in NY.
I want to share some of my realizations with you. The main one of today is to take time out to remember who you are and who you want to be. Two different people but hopefully one day you will be able to see them as one. The second, TAKE TIME FOR YOURSELF. Your value is priceless.

On that note, see you next time
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Times they are a-changing

After many years of studying to be a doctor, I switched career paths. It's the common story. Parents pressure child to do one thing, and child undergoes many personal struggles while trying to fulfill their parents dream. That was me, how cliche. I did what i thought my parents wanted me to do, and because I didn't want to be a doctor, it added a lot of unnecessary problems to my life. If your only motivation is "____ wants me to do this" then you need to stop that thing you're doing right at that second (unless that blank is filled with your own name). To tell you the truth, it wasn't only my parent's pressure. I was naturally good at sciences, math, and I have the social skills. I was pretty much the prefect candidate for a plastic surgeon, minus the love for the career. The money is good, and I can make my own hours which is great if I want to have a family. Nonetheless, those factors didn't matter. The only factor that did, is that I did not love it. I took a deep hard look into the mirror, and tried to figure out what I wanted to do. The answer was clear as summer's day. I knew my answer all along, I just needed the courage to say it out loud. I needed the strength to say that for once in my life, I was going to do what I needed to do to be happy. I needed to tell myself, that maybe I don't have it all figured out but, that's okay. I will figure it out. It might not be today, or tomorrow, or even next year but it will come to me eventually. After I admitted this to myself, I knew my parents were next. How would I explain my ditching a well-executed plan of my future and leaving it for something so shaky? It was a risk. At dinner one night, the words practically swarmed out of my mouth. "Dad and mom, I don't want to be a doctor. I want to go into fashion and business. I'm not sure what yet. I just know I want to combine both." My parents gave me a look that made me believe they were experiencing their version of hell. A while after the shock sunk in, I discussed that the fashion industry might be the cruelest, least accepting, and one of the hardest industries to break into but, I must do this. It's what I love and what I look for to make me happy. The way I sink in awe after seeing the Alexander McQueen "Oyster" dress is not the same way I look at a new roll of medical tape.
So what is my philosophy?
Do what you love.
It's your life.
I may not be able to live up to my parent's expectations of me, but I am able and required to live up to my own abilities. 
With an iced coffee, some amazing friends, and a magic trick called hope, my goals and dreams can be achieved. 
Come on, have a little faith.

me vs. me

Let me start off with a letter I came across the other day. It goes as follows: "

YOU.

You. Yes, you. I am writing this for you.

I know you are reading this. And I want you to know I am writing this for you. No one else will understand. No one else knows. They think that this is for them. But it’s not. I am writing this for you.

I want you to know, life…it’s hard. Every day can be a challenge. It can be a challenge to get up in the morning. To get yourself out of bed. To put on that smile. But I want you to know, that smile is what keeps me going some days. You need to remember, even through the tough times, you are amazing. You really are.

You should be happy. You are gorgeous.

I know that the weather might not be perfect. You might have to turn your back to the wind or feel the cold nipping at your nose. But you know what, at least you are there to feel it. At least you can enjoy the sun’s warm rays on your face. Or that cold February wind biting at your cheeks. You know what that means?

You are alive.

Everything will be okay."

Do i seriously need to add to that? Let me put it this way, let's all be happy and thankful for what we have. Let's learn to love things or learn to change things. Lets not complain. Instead of whining, let's take that energy and create something positive for us to grow into. With that said, adieu.

Rush Hour

We all have that "generic" friend. I don't mean generic in a bad way, I mean that we all have that one friend that blames their relationship problems on the outside world. For example, a close friend usually comes up to me and says, "Clinton* doesn't reciprocate the feelings I feel for him.. Why does this always happen to me?" If you haven't heard a friend complain about the world not being "fair" to them, then I'm sorry to break the news but, you re most probably THAT friend. It's okay, we can fix that. So taking Clinton and my best friend of many years, Martha* and their relationship under the microscope. Martha feels that after 2 dates shes ready to marry Clinton. She is picking out color swatches for their hypothetical child's baby room. (She wanted to pick coral for a boy, is she crazy?!) I think we all know the answer to the problem of why Clinton doesn't feel the same. You can't expect someone to be madly in love with you after 2 dates. Even if those dates are the two most amazing dates of your life, that still doesn't mean you are ready for marriage yet. I thin Martha needs to slow down. From the time that Martha told me this issue she had with Clinton, I began to wonder why we always rush things. Two days ago I took a walk with a good friend of mine. I'm usually so busy and I never have the time to slow things down. (I'm even typing this extremely fast). That was truly the first time I didn't feel rushed. Maybe it was just the good company? But ever since then, I just took things at a steadier pace. To my shock, I got all the things I wanted to do, done, and my body wasn't panicking like it usually does at the end of the day. My philosophy of this entry? Calm down. Go slow. Don't rush things. Life is too good to speed through it. Take life day by day.

"Sometimes it's important to work for that pot of gold.  But other times it's essential to take time off and to make sure that your most important decision in the day simply consists of choosing which color to slide down on the rainbow."


Till next time, THEbathtubphilosopher.

*Indicates name change to protect my friends and loved ones from social embarrassment, or to lessen the pain for when they try to physically abuse me from using their relationships and secrets in my blog entry. (You know who you are, winky face.)