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Our Deepest Fear

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear
is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness,
that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented and fabulous?
Actually who are we not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small doesn't serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people
won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine as children do.
We were born to make manifest
the glory of God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.
And when we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.

~Marianne Williamson~

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

My Ruined Morning

This is how I feel right now.

This morning, I went in to the dentist's office. It was the first time that I had my teeth cleaned since 2005. My mom wouldn't get me an appointment since I had my braces, even though I asked my orthodontist if I could get them cleaned and he said yes. She didn't want to have it done just in case they did something wrong and ruined my braces or something like that. I don't know. But anyway, the reason I my morning was ruined is becuse I found out that I have two major cavaties. The one isn't not as big as the other, but bad. I am going to have my tooth pulled on the eighth of September. It sucks!!!! I hate my teeth. I have rotten luck, or should I say I have rotten teeth. When I was little, all my teeth came in......and they were all rotten!!! I had a cap on all of my baby teeth. Since then, I have had three root canals. I am only fourteen. When I got my first, I was only nine. NINE!!! Like I said, I have rotten luck. My parents have spent thousands of dollars on my teeth. I thing that I have had more major oral surgeries than all of my four older sibling combined. My mouth doesn't like my parents checkbook. But the money is not the point. The point is that I am going to have one tooth pulled, and the other they are going to try to fix. I have never gone into a rutine cleaning without something wrong if, if I remember right. I hate this. I am nervous. I am mad. I am sad. And I am a little scared. Believe it or not, throughout all my surgeries, I have never had any of my teeth pulled. And now, my teeth hurt. It didn't really hurt before they stuck that little pick down in the cavaty. Like I said, it sucks!!!

1 comments:

Andrea, Mrs. said...

Oh no!!!!!!!! I'm so sad. I'm sorry.

You should have made the appointment for yourself since Mom wouldn't do it. Make sure you have an appointment scheduled for six months from the next time you go in. Since Mom and Dad won't take the responsibility, maybe you should.

I'm sorry.