I’ve been seeing all these opinions and comments flying around about politicians, Olympic athletes, fellow human beings. You name it. Someone has an opinion about everything. What saddens me is how easy it seems to stick a label on someone. One current trend now is how a particular athlete is an embarrassment to America. Really? Do we have to define him by one mistake, one bad choice, one moment in a very long life? We have to stop mixing up the notion of bad behavior equaling bad person. The two are separate and let’s face it, do any of us know a single person who has not done something to embarrass himself or made a mistake that sets him apart from the rest of the superior crowd? Is the embarrassment and humiliation not enough punishment that we really need to go painting our opinion of a person based on a single event all over social media. Ask yourself this? Are you the kind of person who slings mud, tears others down, publicly ridicules someone for making a mistake anyone of us might have made or are you the kind of person that uses your words and your posts to build people up? Share compassion and praise. Leave the rest to the professional critics. There are too many of them already. Be bigger than the smallness around you. Use your voice to raise the vibration and lift others up. That reminds me of one of my favorite quotes.
Don’t look down on somebody unless you are helping them up.
Even when I have the best intentions, sometimes my word doesn’t mean a thing. When it comes to following through with other people I am usually spot on but when it comes to keeping my word with myself, not so much. Even as I type the words I realize how silly this all sounds. One of my biggest pet peeves is people who make plans with me and never follow through. It is one of the most offensive things someone can do to me. I’m not referring to the occasional cancellation of plans but the habitual, almost predictable kind that unfortunately never comes as any surprise. Starting today, I am going to do what I set out to do. No excuses, no backing out. My body was aching this morning when I got out of bed but I said I was going to go to yoga and make a trip to Target and I actually did. Was it easy? Nope. Did I enjoy it? Not a chance but it feels so good that I followed through on my own word. What is something you are working on getting better at? I’d love to hear about it.
It’s Friday! This week has been a good one and I am grateful it has flowed so effortlessly . What are you grateful for right now? I’ve spent a week dedicated to focusing on everything that is good and the result is truly amazing. Every bone in my body is smiling and the word peace has taken on a more significant meaning.
Be excited to wake up each morning! Look forward to your day and what lies ahead. It could be something so amazing it could change the entire course of your life. Be open to everything and believe something wonderful is coming your way. Be happy. Love. Laugh and be the reason someone smiles today.
Seriously, when did this become our new national anthem? Can anyone say anything anymore without saying, doing or posting something to offend someone? Have we really become so overly sensitive that writing Trump on a college sidewalk drives our students straight to a therapist? I was reminded today of a very special aunt who was a large part of raising me. She used to say something back then that I didn’t understand at the time but I sure do appreciate now. Whenever we became upset or angry she would tell us to “scratch our mad spot”. Little did she know that we would end up living in a time where everyone was angry and offended all the time. Her lesson was simple. Move on. Get over it. Grow up. I miss her so much these days. We need more people like her.
This week I have been a body of calm. I used to be the kind of person who would wait for the ball to drop. I would be certain that the calm wasn’t a constant state but instead a temporary distraction before the tumultuous storm that was out there lurking, about to hit. I would waste that feeling of serenity anticipating the rock blocking off the middle of my path once again leaving me stuck and helpless with nowhere left to turn.
Lately I’ve realized that my place of calm is permanent. It is a place inside me where I can go when everything around me seems to be spinning out of control. I’ve spent years trying to find that little island that was inside of me all along. I can’t find it in yoga or meditation, in Hawaii or on a beach in France. That calm is me. It’s the quiet place of confidence and strength that is there to remind me that I have everything I need to get me through. It is my greatest weapon, my biggest strength. It is my rock, my home, my heart, my soul.
I often find my mind judging the people I love the most. I have this idea of who I think they should be and when they come up short my disappointment shows. I have a new mantra that I repeat to myself every day throughout the day.
Today I will accept and love people exactly as they are. I will not try and mold them into who I want them to be. I will appreciate their unique mind, body and spirit and trust they are exactly who they are meant to be.
Sometimes you have to admit to yourself some realizations that aren’t very pretty. This year I am committed to getting real with myself even when it hurts so I can continue to my own growth and development.
I’m going to enjoy every second, and I’m going to know I’m enjoying it while I’m enjoying it. Most people don’t live; they just race. They are trying to reach some goal far away on the horizon, and in the heat of the going they get so breathless and panting that they lose sight of the beautiful, tranquil country they are passing through; and then the first thing they know, they are old and worn out, and it doesn’t make any difference whether they’ve reached the goal or not.