Here’s something to ponder. Maybe it’s not someone’s words that are so offensive but rather our interpretation of the words. This could clear up some serious misunderstanding and conflict. If we don’t like someone, we are probably more apt to interpret their words in a negative, unflattering way. Just a thought.
Two people can hear the same words but understand them to mean something entirely different. Just last night I told my son to turn the heat down to 71 degrees and he set the air conditioner to 71. He heard something different than what I said. No ones really at fault, our minds just work different ways. Remember that next time you get yourself crazy over someone’s words.
Sending my daughter off to college this year has trained me to be more mindful of the time I have. I have wasted so many minutes, hours, even years on the things and situations that drove me crazy but that I would never have the power or control to change. I traded quality time with the people I love for the nonsense that would eventually pass after I finally learned to take my attention and focus off of that one thing that made me, my life and everyone around me so miserably uncomfortable. When I became fixated and obsessed with that one situation, everything else took on less value. The saddest part is, people and relationships suffered and I can never get that time back. It’s easy not to value time when you think it is limitless but once it is rationed, reality provides a very hard blow to the most sensitive part of your face. Sometimes lessons are learned quickly and others take years but this girl walks away from conflict, stress, negativity and drama quicker than ever before. I have a long way to go but when I look back on the journey, I am always one step closer to where I want to be. Cherish what’s important and make sure you know the difference between what is and what is not.
Sometimes I wonder if people will ever get it. I don’t often comment directly on worldly events but each day that passes by, I feel more embarrassed to call myself an American. When I see people line up to fight to the death with family and friends over the latest headline, I wonder how such trivial matters have become worth dying for and how being a decent human being has become a thing of the past. I shake my head as I wonder repeatedly how such nonsense can draw such attention and conflict. Someone from a private meeting attracts the attention of the circus media and by golly folks we have another show. We are the ones being played by attending another performance but go ahead and waste hours of your lives arguing over matters that are so ridiculous. He said, she said. He tattled, she reported. We are like a middle school playground and frankly it’s not only embarrassing but downright shameful. This game has consequences beyond the pettiness that plays out in Washington. And we the people line up along each fence and join in the childish behavior like our lives depend on it. Am I seriously the only person who sees through this stuff? Why would we purposely cause drama and blow every single thing so far out of proportion that we are seriously at war with one another over everything and anything? I won’t play this game because I realize how damaging it really is. I am surprised people are so willing to be played by their hatred for a president or hatred toward contradicting political parties. How sad and wasteful of the time we’ve been given but my opinion is one of many and we certainly have no shortage in sight when it comes to them. They are a dime a dozen and everyone of us has more than are necessary but we will stand up and speak our truth til we are blue in the face rather than make a single move to work toward cooperation and peace. We keep telling ourselves we are fighting for a cause, making a difference. Look around you because we certainly are. We are leaving our mark no different than a dog. This is our legacy. Own it. I’m not proud.
My eyes popped open in the middle of the night resulting in hours of lying there imprisoned by my own mind. The more time passed by, the darker my thoughts got. Little suggestions were blown so out of proportion, there wasn’t a single chance I would get back to sleep again. It’s as if the mind has an imagination of its own that far exceeds actual reality.
I went to bed last night after reading several Facebook posts. We all have those friends who like to make a point especially after a major news drop. Not only do they have to comment and shove their opinion down the throats of their friends and family, they then have to update and restate it in different words. It goes something similar to this every single time. The sky is falling. It’s over. The world as we know it is ending. Their negativity is infectious and somehow they pull us into a storm of their own creation. It reminds me of last night where I was trapped in a black hole of dread and negativity.
This morning as I awaken, I intentionally remind myself of how blessed I am. I have to do my part to make sure the Chicken Little’s of the world do not break my spirit. I pray I can keep an internal calm that measures what is important and what I need to let skate on by. I am given so little time housed in this body and I am determined to not fall victim to the nonsense that surrounds me. Life is challenging enough without exaggerating and emphasizing that which should be given little or no attention. How we spend our fleeting time says more about each one of us than what we believe or the battles we sign up to fight. Be the peace that swallows the storm until all you can do is feel the warmth and see the beautiful light. Sorry Little, the sky is not falling no matter how many times you try and convince me it is. And if by some chance it does, I will be gratefulI didn’t spend my time wasted on worrying about it just so the last words I utter could be, “See! I was right”. Live mindfully. Look for the good and don’t ever fall victim to someone else’s negativity. We need more light so we wake up and recognize we don’t have to be in the darkness anymore.
There is one thing that stands out more than anything else lately. I’ve watched and listened to different people react to a shared experience. The bottom line is simple. People see what they want to see and hear what they want to hear but they miss so much in between. This can be either negative or positive depending on who it involves and how the story can be tweaked to fit a particular mental narrative. The sad part though is alarming. We have become so shallow and critical that we are missing the truth or the important part of what is really going on. Recently I have forced myself to pay closer attention and to catch myself whenever I try and accept a lie as truth. We cannot change what is really happening to appease our own ego. The cost is far too great and eventually we start to believe our tainted version of things, accept lies or even worse, refuse to see the truth. I can’t live like that. Every time I witness it, I become more determined to search for honesty and less focused on sifting through information in a way that encourages me to feel validated. So what do I mean by looking for honesty? I mean looking at facts without my acceptance or interpretation of them. It’s not easy but it’s necessary. We can’t grow unless we get real and allow what is to just be. We have to be the reader and not the writer of what has already been written. It’s our only chance if we ever want to coexist on the same page.
Have you ever wondered how your first thoughts in the morning affect your day? Do you wake up dreading getting out of bed or are you bursting with excitement over what’s to come? How can we change our attitude so that the alarm clock isn’t a call for alarm but rather a wake up call to the pleasant surprises in store for us that day?
Today I hid underneath the covers. If I could have avoided starting the day, I most likely would have. My goal was to at least avoid and delay. I am happy to report that I did manage to crawl from my bed and the thought of it was much worse than the reality. Sometimes we just need to change our thoughts. Why make something worse than it has to be when we have a chance to make something great? I’m committed to making mornings great again.Time to set the intention of starting out with a positive vibe. The rest will all just fall into place. What kind of morning person are you?