Month: October 2010

You’d think from my last post I was in a crappy mood, but not so much. I just thought that the song and lyrics pretty much fit a few situations and I wanted to share.

Having said that, you’d think I’m bitter and angry. Nope. Again, not so much. Disappointed and surprised – which I’m pretty sure that song mentions, but so be it.

I read recently, “Never make your happiness contingent on another person or material goods.”

In some ways that sounds pretty harsh and closed-minded, but I don’t read it that way. Life changes, things come and go, people come and go but you are your only constant. If you can remain happy and upbeat and pull yourself up by your bootstraps, then you’ll be fine. If you are dependent on others to always help you out, you’ll find yourself disappointed, the victim, and maybe even stranded.

Sure, invite people into your world. Enjoy them while they are there. You probably will miss the good feelings you felt with them, but that shouldn’t be the end of your world. Work it out, and move on. Can you remember them with fond feelings? Depends. Is it THEM you are remembering or is it actually the feelings you felt when you were with them that is the true thing you are missing?

If that’s the case, your focus needs to find a way to feel the same way, the same happiness, you did when they were around. If that means a new relationship, or a new car, or new music, or pictures of puppies, or soft fuzzy blankets, then so be it. As long as you are feeling better about your world than you were a moment ago, that’s progress.

Today, I’m radiating with it. I’m rolling in it. If you read aura’s I’m probably a blindingly yellow right now. It’s moving through me, so don’t attract my attention unless you want a direct gaze at something awesome and a little frightening.

I’m Power Full today.

My body is thrumming, my mind is sharp.

Now my job is to take this power full day, and do something good with it. I’ve noticed that today, I’ve got a bit of an edge on. It’s not like I’m angry or anything. I was a bit annoyed earlier and I think that’s colored my view today, but I’d rather be happy. I’d rather be the radiant person who smiles at you and you feel better immediately.

As a friend of mine used to say, “If she could only use that power for good instead of evil…”

That’s what I choose to do. I want to make every person who comes in contact with me feel equally power full and good. Or whatever it is they need to feel.

Am I out of my mind? What am I going on about? Dunno.. if you’ve never felt this way, then you’ve never felt this way. It’s an exhilaration, a feeling of can-do, a feeling of euphoria, a coming together of all that I am. I’d like to feel like this all the time, because it’s quite addictive. I aspire to feel like this as much as I can.

Try it, you might like it! :0)

Stifled. Edited. Compressed. Manipulated. Angry. Unjustly Accused. Misunderstood. Abused. Misled. Hurt. Compromised. Forced. Suppressed.

Me too.

But then I work really hard to change the way I look at things.

Sometimes it works. Today, I’m having troubles.

When my children were young – oh those many years ago- I bought each one of them a big plastic tub and put their name on it. As the years went by, I collected school projects, events they performed in, notes they wrote and pictures they drew and slowly filled the box with reminders of their childhood.

Since we are going through a bunch of stuff and purging items we don’t need before we move, I told my youngest that she needed to begin to sort through her stuff and decide what she wanted to keep. Out of the storage unit came 6 big boxes and the tub with her name on it.

She opened the tub and started going through it finding the bracelet I wore in the hospital when she was born, her many school awards, some poetry she wrote, all of her chorus programs, newspaper articles about her, her report cards and the little notes the teachers would write about her progress. This kept her  laughing and giggling for at least two hours as she read out loud some of the poems she’d written and handed me things she’d written about Mommy. It was glorious and certainly worth the shoving, lugging, moving and storage of that box (and the other three) for the past 21 years.