I Believe In Myself Analysis

I am the youngest of 3 with 2 older brothers, Reidland and Bryan. Reidland is the eldest at 31 years of age and Bryan is the middle child at 26 years of age. Reidland graduated from the University of Central Florida with a Doctorate in physical therapy and currently works as a home health physical therapist. In addition to this job he somehow finds the time to lead classes focused on teaching the public lifestyle changes that will improve their overall health as well as treat their chronic illnesses in various locations throughout the country. In his leisure time you can most likely find Reidland in one of five places… Playing golf, playing tennis, on a date night with his wife, spending time with his family or brushing up on his history. Bryan

A quick aside with my own personally experiences as the youngest of three brothers. Often my siblings have set the curve for what is acceptable and not – weather that be academics or that be sports. In my own competitive nature, I have sought to surpass my brothers, with me being the first of the three to go to

I can honestly say that I have never really believed anything about myself. I used to put all of that on my relationship with God because it was the easy thing to do. But, as I am transitioning into a new part of my life; moving away from family and friends, and figuring out my relationship with God, I am only beginning to understand myself. There has not been a moment in my life where I have had to seriously sit down and think about this subject, until now. I know I was meant for greater things besides sitting and eating food all day, and I know that I am not a completely worthless speck on the planet. But these are all things that I know, not necessarily what I believe about myself. I am unsure about everything and would rather just let life happen. I believe in others but I am at war with myself. To me, when you believe something about yourself, you are being held to certain standard that you will not always meet and ultimately setting yourself up for failure. If I believe I am a loving person and put that out into the universe, then it is expected of me to always be a loving person, when in reality, I am not. I am human and I am flawed.

He was the perfect example of how to wear an armour into work and always take it off when you come home. He taught me values such as how to create boundaries, and how to understand that bad people do not make up the majority of the human population. My father taught me that the human race is instinctively good. This idea is engraved in me and dictates how I choose to live my life. My sisters represented the delicate balance of love and hate. Most days, we played together. Sometimes, they thought I was annoying or different. For the most part, our relationship is healthy and continues to grow in different ways as we get older together and learn that we have each other for life. My step brother and sister float in and out of my world as events such as marriage and having children happen. I believe that the family dynamic my parents created was healthy, and the values that my parents instilled in me would be very useful when working with family

Throughout my life I have grown to believe there are many factors that contribute to the person you to become including your family and how the early years of your life were spent. For me something I had to learn on my own was how to speak for myself and become my own self-advocate. I was born two months premature, spent a month in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit and diagnosed with cerebral palsy when I was only a couple of months old. Along with being born with a physical disability I was also born youngest and the only girl out of three children. As a result my parents along with my older brothers became very protective of me and often made decisions on my behalf. I became reserved as a child and was expected to go along with whatever I was told. However, as I grew and the amount of help I needed from aids hired by the schools I was attending declined I began to speak for myself more often and reject the decisions other people made on my behalf.

I am a middle child. I am not the assertive, naturally confident first-born, nor am I an attention-seeking youngest child; I am the quiet, quintessential middle child. For the first 16 years of my life, I was always an afterthought to the craziness of my two sisters, and I loved it‒ it made me independent and self-reliant. I have always been very comfortable being the easy-going child, happily accepting anything that comes my way. Never have I felt that my parents loved me any less; they merely had to worry less about me than they did my siblings, with their stubbornness and constant desire for affirmation. I easily slid under the radar, preferring to mind my own business and handle problems on my own. There was never anything wrong with my

Shame is the path to maturity and integrity, However, if those same needs are realized in a context of powerlessness, abandonment, abuse, and fear, Therefore, it can be led to discount ourselves and become emotionally distant from people. We may then exhibit symptoms mentioned above as we cover how we feel about ourselves, hoping that nobody notices the truth. What created is a phony self. We lie to ourselves, because of the person, we show to people. We avoid our needs, Our neediness is wrong and something that only seems to hurt us.

There have been moments where I have not believed in myself. At those times I had faculty members along with community members talk to me about how I have a bright future ahead of me, and that it is normal to struggle at points in life. These people specifically

Autonomy of self is something many college students struggle with, but my career goals are focused on the autonomy of my creations. Throughout my life I've worked on countless projects both by myself and with teams to create autonomous systems. I've made robots that explore and map mazes to games that make sprawling labyrinths of worlds. The penultimate goal of my automation is artificial intelligence.

Believing in self or self-trust could save someone’s life and lead life into the right direction toward success. It did in “Pursuit of Happyness” where Mr. Gardner was losing control over his life until he trusted himself. Then his life started to turn around and when he believed in himself, everyone else believed in him and he succeed. Losing something of value can cause pain but when self-trust is lost, there is not much to do when you don’t have self-trust. When self-trust is present, believing and achieving soon follow leading to success in life.

I am cared for by a single hard working mother. She works over 72 hours consecutively as a certified nursing assistant (CNA). Our household consist of my 2 month old brother, my mother, and myself. I have an older brother who passed away from a fatal motorcycle accident approximately 3 years ago. We reside on Martin Luther King Jr. Street on the east side of Boynton Beach. Many would label my community 'ghetto', unstable, and non prosperous. To top it off, I am a young, black, woman. Throughout my time on earth I've never let these factors define who I am and what I am capable of accomplishing; however, my society does. We live in a world today where the most malicious people hold power and the justice of laws aren't enforced. I am aware of the criminals

Being the oldest child has had a huge impact on who I am today. I have to be responsible and make sure that my sisters have someone to look up to. My actions play a role on how I show off my responsibility. I am responsible in any shape, way, or form because I love it when everything around me is neat, clean, done on time, and organized. Being responsible is not an easy aspect especially when different thoughts go through people's minds when they hear the word.

As most of the parents in the world expect the older brother to be a role model for the siblings. From my perspective as an oldest in my family, I think my parents were expecting too much from me after my younger brother was born. There are a lot of struggles that come with being an older brother.

I believe in my own inner strength but I realize that there is a lot I do not know and must look for guidance from those who have more experience. I believe those who offer their knowledge deserve respect and gratitude but their advice should never be followed blindly. I believe in the face of adversity and criticism I should never be afraid to admit my weaknesses. These beliefs are molded from experience and have made me who I am today. Interestingly all of my core values can be linked to one rather large portion of my life.

The block week of the module introduction to creative thinking was honestly one of the best weeks I have experienced thus far in college. I feel like I learnt more real-world life skills in one week than I have in the last three years of college. Before commencing the week, I was quite apprehensive as to what it would offer and I wondered what we were going to fill all the time with. However, I quickly realised with the challenges Dan and his team had lined up for us, too much time was never going to be an issue, and in fact the problem was nearly always the opposite. When you work in a group and really open your mind to come up with some great innovative ideas they require a lot of time processing. I surprisingly found that generating ideas was not a problem for me, the issue was being decisive when trying to cut down and combine ideas into one really good end product. I quickly learnt that even what appears to be any easy task requires a substantial amount of time. Therefore, planning and time management, which I am not very good at, were key factors in every challenge assigned. For example, a one and half minute long video took us nearly 4 hours to make. I realised throughout the week, that coming up with and implementing creative ideas is a time consuming process but when you put your mind to it and work hard, you can achieve a lot in just one day. At times I recognised that my completer finisher team role hindered this, because I was always trying to perfect the end