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The Best Kind of Panties….

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**“She made me angry…” ** “That ruined my day…” ** “I just can’t get past it…”**

Are any of these statements really true?  Do others possess the capability to make us something we don’t wish to be?  Is it true to say someone, or something else ruined our entire day?

No…statements like these are fundamentally untrue…

We control ourselves… This is a true statement.

Seriously consider the power of such a statement over the others listed above.  The conclusion states we have the last word about what kind of day we have and how we are ultimately going to feel.  We are the harbinger of our own misery or happiness.  We are the ‘keeper of the mood’.

We understand it, in theory.  In practice, it gains difficulty.  That guy that cut you off in traffic, the boss who ‘just doesn’t get it’, or the person who treats you poorly and ‘gets away with it’; each tests our mettle and seems to bring on us (from the outside) anger, frustration, and misery.

However, it is the expectations we place on outside influences that are the source of our own anger and disappointment.  We expect things to go a certain way, or expect to be treated right, or expect people to behave well.  And when things don’t go as expected, we get disappointed or angry.  This is absurd, since we lack control over anything but ourselves.    If we account for the sum total of individual expectation for 7+ billion people on the planet, it isn’t hard to see how anger and frustration is manufactured on a daily basis.

Consider the power of change.  It is possible to enact positive change in our life, and it is through the mere decision to do so.  That is power that does not bend to outside influence.  That is power which dwells inside, produced by sheer will.  Your thoughts run you…

The very position of your will inside means it is protected from outside forces which will against it.  We are each a sturdy vessel.  We are our very own harbor in a storm.  We are each a force…

And because we possess such control, we are not victims…

It is necessary to own our mood and outlook.  It is necessary to be responsible for what we put out in the world.  If we are having a bad day, it is because we are choosing to do so…and that’s completely on us.  We are not a victim of someone or something else; we are choosing to victimize ourselves. 

So don’t do it….Put on those big kid panties and get on with living  🙂

 

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If We Could Only Pack One Suitcase…

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blog6 picPerhaps we might view ‘necessity’ differently if we were forced to consider the entirety of life as if it was indeed a journey, and we were only allowed one suitcase.

I’ve been to the airport…

I’ve been a traveler…

The question of necessity is always approached and answered while packing a suitcase.

But one suitcase for your entire life’s journey would certainly sum things up, narrow them down, and compel a determined focus…

Let’s hypothetically suppose that emotions, quality of life issues, successes and failures were some of the ‘things’ we could choose to pack for our journey.  Would you voluntarily put in any suffering?  What about tears of joy and sadness?

Of course, as we travel we accumulate.  Knowing this, how much room would you allow for new, unknown things you might encounter?

Would you roll, tuck, fold, and squish to fit in as much as possible, or would you travel light and easy?  Would you try to control what is allowed inside or removed?  Or maybe you will accept that sometimes messy, dirty things get put in among the clean organization, changing the entire contents of the suitcase.  Is that acceptable?  Why or why not?

What about the final inventory once you’ve arrived at your ultimate destination?  Will you experience shame and regret when the contents are removed one-by-one?  Or, in contrast, will your journey have been so full that as the items are inventoried, you will feel a sense of awe and gratitude, fulfillment and happiness?

Certainly in every suitcase there would be more room for the good stuff if the bad were removed.  Perhaps we can all be at least thankful that our single suitcase is allowed constant reevaluation and rearrangement.

I believe the merciful truth is our suitcases may be repacked whenever we see fit to do so.

Repack often…

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Blogging Naked…

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haha…gotcha!  Title is important it seems…

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But I am naked, this moment.  In a way you cannot see, but can appreciate… 

My heart is on my sleeve.  I love you…whoever you are.

I don’t need to know you.  I don’t need to know anything about you to love you.  Love is free; a completely renewable resource. 

Ever been to a play?  How about a ballet?  How about a small high school production in your home town?  If you have, you can relate to this short blog.  If you haven’t, you’ll still be able to relate to it. 

In every moment, movement, note, or line you ached for the performer to do well, without even knowing what kind of person they were, their politics, beliefs, or ambitions.  Why?  When the actor messes up a line, how does it make you feel?  If it makes you feel anxious for them, it is because your heart is already loving them.  The performer feels nervousness to perform just ‘right’.  But the audience feels the need to assure the performer it is okay to mess things up.  They will even applaud to show their support.  Their actions say, “Just keep going, we don’t mind, you’re doing great!”.  How deliciously complex….yet simple.     

Love….

We are connected by our humanity…the things that make us sensible to the human experience.  These are the ties that bind.  That raw love for one another is wholesome, unstained by the whims of society, event, or decade.  It is the thing that separates us from every other creature on the planet.  We empathize, we love…

So spread some more around…trust me, you’ll get it back in spades, my friend.  In spades

And remember, before you lay your head down tonight, I love you