SO, here is my third journal prompt! trying to get the hang of writing once every week 🙂
But I really like this prompt, it’s something that makes me happy to think and write about. I hope you guys feel the same way about it, and are able to use the prompt in your own writing/journal
when do you feel most connected to yourself?
I feel the most connected to myself when I’m working with and help animals. They are my life, my passion, my world.
I believe it’s very important to feel connected to yourself. But I didn’t really think much of it before I found my passion. I was 15 and planning to drop out of high school when I started volunteering at an animal shelter. That opportunity opened a new set of doors for me.
I don’t know where I would be right now if I never realized how much I love working with animals. Especially cats. Now I foster, and work with several organizations to rescue pets!
I’ve found that I have a deep connection with all of the cats I work with. (You can call me a crazy cat lady all you want!) But this has become my motivation to keep going in life, even when things are rough. I always have something to look forward too everyday.
This is when I feel most connected to myself, when I’m doing what I love.
I love what I do and I plan to keep doing this for the rest of my life.
I’m curious to know when you guys feel most connected to yourselves.I would love to hear some responses! If you are unsure, finding your passion might just be the answer.
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“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.”
I’m an animal lover. I work with animals at a shelter, volunteer my time, rescue and foster. Working with animals (specifically cats) has taught me so much. I’m proud to say that they are my inspiration.,
Over the years, I have met many different cats and dogs (other animals too!. Some from very different backgrounds-
Some abused, some sick, some abandoned, some with special needs, some who have never met a human before, Etc.
These guys have taught me many things, but what they really taught me was- To be grateful and happy for everything I have.
These animals have nothing, they’ve been abandoned, abused, will still perk up when you pet them. They get exited as soon as you open the cage door and they’re ready for love.
It amazes me that some pets, who have had it rough, will still come around to trust you. They are all amazing and individually unique.
I’ve seen cats who were once scared and huddled in the back of the cage and completely scared of people and the world, soon come out to be total love bugs.
I realized that even though that I have the ability to be happy as well, even though I’ve had it rough, just like them. I’ve become so much more grateful than I used to be, so much more nurturing. They are my biggest inspiration. I feel as if it’s a privilege to be able to rescue and help animals, a privilege I’m grateful for.
As a child I was taught not to try anything new, not to be myself, not to takes risks and follow any passion because if I didn’t conform, I was weird. My teachers were the bullies and staff at my school, a dysfunctional household, and a father with anger issues. I followed these teachers and kept my so-called best friends who were cruel and put me down. I was angry frequently, even with my pets at home. So, when I started high school and I finally was starting new, I wanted to rebel, I didn’t want to get work done, and I was pretty much worn out and indifferent.
I wondered why I chose to go to a school that would force me to declare a passion. Everyone at school seemed so set with what they wanted to do with their lives. I felt out of place. I simply didn’t want to try anything different or difficult because I didn’t want to mess up and be judged. At the time I couldn’t care less about where I’d go after high school or what I wanted to do with my life. I just wanted to graduate. Once tenth grade came I started following the better teachers, I stuck with good influences and my advisor. That gave me some ambition to do better, but there was no actual passion or motivation. When it came down to finding an internship I just wanted an easy way out. I thought about dropping out, and even talked to the social worker at my school about how I could do that. Even though I was trying as hard as I could on all academics, I still wanted out.
After my first trimester of tenth grade, I finally had to find an internship for school. I remember how a friend of mine had an internship at an animal shelter, so I decided to look into that. That was when I started my internship volunteering at an non profit animal shelter. Over a period of a few months, I noticed that my mood elevated while there, because these helpless animals were relying on me. A whole new set of doors opened for me from there. Yes, I was learning about animals while I was there, but I was learning about myself. I felt free, I felt happy, I never loved being somewhere as much as I loved being there. Slowly, I remembered my love for animals as a young child, passed down from my mother, so much that I used to picture my adult self becoming a veterinarian.
It was my destiny to work with animals, which I now understand. I never thought I could be so passionate. I became a whole new person. I felt so much more caring towards both animals and people, I realized that every living thing needs love and nurturing. With that realization I have become more compassionate and I have been trying my hardest to be nicer to people. I am very proud of myself, but I still have a lot of room to grow. I plan to continue working with animals for the rest of my life. Now when anyone asks me about how they can find their passion, I tell them to remember their childhood.