I realized this morning that I'm not excited...about anything. There is nothing going on right now that excites me. I don't have any big plans...No trips on the horizon...Nothing to look forward to. Just the mundane things of every day life. Don't get me wrong, I'm not sad or depressed, I'm just not excited about anything. *sigh*
Maybe this will help...
I need to find something to get my blood pumping again. I'm going to talk to Jesus about it. He has always been a good blood pumper!
Two days ago, I unclogged my bathtub (an unfortunate side affect of having two long haired girls in the house) and I now take a shower without standing ankle deep in soapy water.
Right after that, I unclogged my toilet (an unfortunate side affect of buying the more expensive, "plush" TP, and having 3 kids in the house) using a toilet auger...no plunger for this girl!
And...I am pretty sure I'm bringing home the bacon...
I like to think that I'm a positive person...a glass is half full kind of gal. Sometimes, however, my glass feels more empty than full. It's difficult to be positive all of the time, but it sure helps.
Being positive is a choice. We have to make this choice every day...often times, several times a day. It just feels better to have a half full glass than a half empty one.
If you are a positive person, why not do the world a favor and fill up the glass of a not so positive person. Hug their neck and remind them of the good in their world. It might just fill your glass up a little more in the process.
If you are a not so positive person and you see a glass filler coming your way, don't turn tail and run, just go with it. It won't hurt, I promise!!
Make someone's half empty glass, half full today? Don't mind if I do...
In life, we have to make choices. Some are as simple as what you will have for breakfast. Some as monumental as what you will be when you "grow up" or who you will marry. Life is full of choices that need to be made.
I heard a statement in a parenting class I used to teach, and it stuck with me:
"Choose the hill you want to die on."
The context of the statement was referring to parenting your children and the fact that, when they are babies, you can't make every moment be a training moment. Sometimes you have to do whatever you need to do to get them to sleep...rules or no rules.
This can also be true in everyday situations we encounter or even in relationships. You have to decide if your point of view or your way of thinking is worth going to the mat over. Is THIS the hill you want to die on? Standing firm on your feelings about something is important, but is it important enough to possibly lose a relationship over?
I am not good at letting things slide by. I do not internalize most things. I am not afraid of confrontation. If something bothers me, I will hold it in for about half an hour and then I am ready to discuss it. Let's get it out there, talk about it, come to a conclusion and move forward. I have never understood people that just suffer in silence and bury things deep down. Who does that help?? The only thing that may get you is a lovely, seething stomach ulcer...no thanks!
There are some people that feel like they can say hurtful things and then after some time has passed, pretend like those things were never said and go about the relationship as if nothing ever happened. I am NOT one of those people. I'm all for moving forward, but I feel like things said in the past should be discussed. I'm not suggesting that every little jot and tittle be poured over and rehashed, but if there is a big enough rift that produced some hurtful and untrue things said, it needs to be resolved...right?
Which brings me to the reason for this post: I am on a hill. I have to decide if this is a hill I want to die on. If it is, I could be risking the possibility of ever reconciling the relationship. Will I be able to let my personal feelings aside in the interest of "letting it go and moving on"? If I walk away from the hill, I have to never look back, otherwise, it will all be in vain. Decisions, decisions...
Pick the hills I want to die on? Don't mind if I do...
I could never be a streaker, or a nudist, for that matter. It's not that anyone has ever asked me to be one, but if the invitation presented itself, I'm afraid I would have to politely decline.
Perhaps it's because I'm not completely comfortable in my own skin. I rarely walk around naked at home...even when I'm totally alone and have every right to do so. Walking past a mirror, or worse, standing in front of one getting ready, while I'm in the raw, makes me pick myself apart. A bump here, a flaw there...always something that could look better.
I like wearing clothes. They hide a myriad of things that nakedness flaunt. Nothing wrong with wrapping the package, so to speak. Not to mention, nudity leaves nothing to the imagination.
I suppose there could be an argument made that going to a nudist colony would help me feel better about my body...boost my self esteem and help me get more comfortable. Nah....besides, I would miss the shoes!!!
Keep my clothes on in public? Don't mind if I do...
