Feeling frustrated with the in-betweens?
We are a goal-oriented people, and we like to know “where” we are headed–whether it’s by the end of the day or the end or our life. It’s just the in-between that befuddles us.
— Terry Hershey
Today is a “moodling day” in which I get to do some enjoyable tinkering and, hopefully, arrive at some creative insights about the “in-betweens,” AKA the “not quite there yets,” also called the second stage of a transition: The Neutral Zone.
I’m starting my moodling session by playing with a silly little prefix named “Peri” – and just in case you wondered, I’m not referring to the mythical and possibly vengeful sprite named Continue reading » How to Unfuddle Your In-Betweens
Do you find it hard to accept help when it’s offered? I do.
Receiving – the ability to fully accept gifts and enjoy and appreciate being given to – is an essential part of the human relationship equation. It is the complement of giving and just as important.
— Melissa McCreery
As I bask in the sweetness of the photo above, I realize that there is something very touching about how this little-girl-in-blue bestows her quiet trust upon the protective grown-up who walks beside her. She’s obviously not entangled in the terrible two’s, the “ME do it” stage in life!
Ah! If – only us grumps – that would be “grown-ups” – could so easily accept help when Continue reading » Embracing the Gift of a Helping Hand
What do YOU do when a case of the coulda-woulda-shoulda’s seize your brain?
Conquering any difficulty always gives one a secret joy, for it means pushing back a boundary-line and adding to one’s liberty.
— Unknown
A Minor but Satisfying Victory
Shortly after the holidays I experienced a minor but very satisfying victory. Sometimes it’s BIG stuff that throws me for a loop. Sometimes it’s little teeny stuff that throws me for a loop. This time it was the latter… here’s my story:
Late on a post-Christmas evening, just before the stores closed, I was driving from one store to another feeling quite smug about the complicated transaction I’d just navigated. (Returning merchandise, finding just the right replacement, using up a frequent-buyer award before its expiration date… all in all, getting a very good deal for my trouble.)
When it hit me like a brick – I’d forgotten to ask for the senior discount! Compound that stupid mistake with the fact that the only reason I’d ventured out amidst the after-holiday retail melee was because it was senior discount day!
Stupid, stupid, stupid. Thus began this silly sashaying debate: Continue reading » When Coulda-Woulda-Shoulda’s Seize Your Brain
It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare. It is because we do not dare that things are difficult.
— Seneca
Remember that commercial – “Is it real or is it Memorex?” They would usually have an opera singer hitting a really high note and breaking a glass and then play the recording of the singer and break another glass. It was a way to show the true fidelity of the recording.
I’ve been noticing how much we, as a society, have been talking about our troubles. Have you noticed? We talk about what bothers us more than we talk about what pleases us. There’s been a lot of conversation about how bad things are economically and how the Baby Boomers won’t have the retirement that they expected. It seems that we’re on a perpetual downer around here. The conclusion that I’ve reached is that somehow, we’ve decided that problems aren’t part of life, which is why we get soooo bent out of shape when a problem turns up.
I blame it on the Declaration of Independence. Continue reading » Is It Adversity or Is It Life?
Worry is a thin stream of fear trickling through the mind. If encouraged, it cuts a channel into which all other thoughts are drained.
— Arthur Somers
The other night I tossed and turned, got up, went back to bed, got a cup of tea, checked my email (sheezzz!), watched the weather station, drifted back to sleep and… awakened, again as worry after worry ricocheted against the edges of my messy mind. What a waste of good sleeping time! Not to mention brain power.
These days, I’ve plodded forward “doing what needs to be done” to set various affairs to right. And I’ve intentionally avoided some big ones. Why? Well, I suppose because I could, because I was pretty sure there would be no harm done in the delay, because I just wasn’t up to tackling them.
Then, the day before my sleepless night, I forayed into one of those important but not urgent tasks that I’d been avoiding. I’d figured out a few “baby steps” (as PattiAnn advised in a recent post) and felt I could do these little bits, no problem. Well, it turns out, almost no problem, because blithely and unwittingly, I stepped into a molehill. And stumbled in the night as fears burrowed up into my consciousness, some frivolous, some formidable, all stomping about my sleepy mind, waking me so I could worry-worry-worry.
And so I fretted about: Continue reading » Three Ways to Quiet Worries that Burrow Up in the Night
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