We all have concerns and one of them is that our concern far outweighs anyone else’s. We really do believe that our problem is the end of the world and that it merits the time and attention of other people. Sometimes all people. We are consumed with ourselves to the point that we forget we are just one of so many. I am getting lost in people’s demands. It’s as if everyone is owed something and people will continue to throw tantrums until they get it. I see a lot of acting out. I for one don’t support it and I believe it encourages an environment that is truly unpleasant to live in. Why this need to suck people into our own despair? Why the desire for people to feel our pain? Have people forgotten how to negotiate? Sometimes you have to take less than you want, give a little to get something or at least bend, take what you can and be thankful. Anger and frustration leads to more of the same. Gratitude and appreciation bring more to be grateful for. I just think people are going about things the wrong way and inflicting the opposite of what they intend for themselves. What you focus on you get more of. Ask yourself one difficult question? What am I focused on? What is the general feeling I send off into the Universe? Don’t be surprised if you are getting back exactly what you give. You cannot change all your circumstances but you can change your way of thinking and how you perceive them. Pay attention to your thoughts. You know what they say, thoughts become things. Send out the vibration you want to get back and your life will change.
Oh how limiting our thoughts can be. I remember the night my daughter called and told me she was going out for her sorority softball team. Had she ever even picked up a bat? Was she serious or crazy? As far as I could remember her coordination and catching skills were underdeveloped due to her participation in swim team and I as her mom should set her straight and discourage her from embarrassing herself.
A few nights ago she called me bursting with excitement. Not only had they won their first game but my daughter hit the ball each time she was up at bat and stopped a ball in the outfield. Her dreams were never too big, my faith in her and thinking was just too darn small.
Always encourage. Feed a dream. Believe that where there is a will there probably really is a way. The only thing that limits us is our own thinking. That girl inspires me to think bigger than ever before and I am starting to believe if the intention is strong enough, the Universe will help us find a way.
It’s a trick so don’t allow yourself to be fooled. When your mind comes up with a million reasons why you can’t, remember that you can. Everything is a choice and we have to start making the ones that are good for our body, mind and spirit. Don’t listen to the bs stories you tell yourself. Be stronger than your excuses. The first step is showing up. Start there. Repeat after me. I CAN and I WILL. End of conversation.
Before my feet hit the floor I reflect on the many things I am grateful for. Focus on what makes you happy. Think about what makes you feel complete and carry that good feeling into your day. This day only comes around once. Why not spend it feeling amazing? Have a wonderful Friday!
It’s a funny thing about life, once you begin to take note of the things you are grateful for, you begin to lose sight of the things that you lack.
I can’t help but wonder is enough ever really enough? Even when we are given more than we ask for, we still want more. We are insatiable human beings when it comes to having what we want and especially when it involves something we think we deserve. At what point do we feel satisfied? At what point do we feel gratitude for what we have right now in our lives and feel happy and satisfied? Will enough ever be enough?
I remember a time when I would wake up feeling absolute dread for what was about to come. I waited hour by hour for the ball to drop and when it finally did, there was no surprise. I decided I couldn’t live that way anymore and I vowed to change my thoughts and start expecting something amazing instead of the worst possible outcome. It took time and discipline but I celebrated the welcome change. Now I wake up excited and feel grateful for the opportunity to experience another day. I allow myself to slow down and really take in the little things that inspire me and I leave the things that drain me behind. I just didn’t notice the blessings before. I was so caught up in fear and dread of my own making that I lost sight of the good right there in front of me all along.
Today, celebrate the little things. Give anything positive focused attention and repeat these words throughout the day, today will be amazing. Do it for a week and see if you notice a difference. I am betting you will. No go out and have an amazing day!
There is nothing sweeter and more inspiring than seeing the love between two people. There is an elderly couple who walks at the YMCA the same time I do everyday. The husband is in better shape so he walks at a faster pace but every time he passes his wife, he lovingly rubs her back and keeps on going. He does this every single time and it brings a smile to my face each time I see it. With such hostility and anger in our world today, it warms my soul to witness such gentleness and inspirational love. If you think you don’t make a difference in someone’s life you are probably wrong. We don’t even know the ways we inspire the people who are watching us from the sidelines. This is a reminder to show kindness. Share it, spread it and inspire it in every person who crosses your path. Be a light and lead the way. You are the difference.
This is tough to admit but I used to question why God gave me these particular kids. There were days I didn’t think I could do it because with them came challenges that threatened me on every level. They were so different than I imagined them to be and I have been forced to adjust every single day. Looking back now, I get it completely. The intention was never for me to grow them but rather for them to grow and transform the parts of me that had remained underdeveloped.
My son turned 16 yesterday. As I went to bed I apologized to God for ever questioning his knowledge. I was grateful for the tolerance I was forced to learn from having my son. Today I got a call from my husband asking if I could bring Chases contacts to the driving school or they wouldn’t allow him to take his drivers test. I admit at first I was furious, but as he gave me a big smile after his test I chuckled to myself and repeated the word tolerance. Those kids stretch me to be my greatest self and although I am often frustrated by the painful lessons, I am always grateful that out of all the kids in the world, I am blessed enough to be their mom.
I hardly recognize the boy who lives upstairs. As I lay here listening to the rain gently fall against my window I wonder how I missed it. When did they stop having to pry that boy from my arms when I would bring him to preschool? When did he stop walking up behind me scaring me half to death pretending he was a train whistle? When did he stop running up the driveway to get to the house when the bus would drop him off after school? When did I look up and notice he was so much taller than the day before? When did he stop texting for me from school and stop needing me to help with schoolwork? I spent so many years wanting him to be more independent, more mature… That day is here and I barely remember the in between. He turns 16 today. My heart is half broken because I know how each new year passes faster than the one before. I know how he will disconnect from home and start a life in the world on his own. I can’t see the little boy anymore. He is a young man and he gets his license in one more day. I see his wings excited to fly on their own. I see his confidence and the way he notices girls after school. I notice each fraction of an inch his pants get a little bit shorter. I see him now and I regret not paying more attention before. 16 years have come and gone in the blink of an eye. Just yesterday I was a young mom with two small kids and today my heart is sad as I think about how fast they have grown. They have been my whole life, my greatest concern, the loves of my life, my reason to get this parenting thing right and although they are older, I realize that will never change. I hope once in a while they look back when they pull away. I hope they think about home and see a soft place to fall and know that my love will always be unconditional. I hope they find their place and shine proudly on their own while I watch from the sidelines and bask in their amazing light. Happy birthday to my not so little boy. Slow down. Time moves fast enough. Be happy. Embrace being 16 for this too shall also pass.