I truly believe that life’s toughest duty is to be as thankful as you should be for the great things in your daily existence.
Let’s face it, there is constantly another annoyance that will derail your ability to accurately see the amazing gifts that God has given you, or in short to be happy.
How about a small list of distractions:
The bills, weather, cold, heat, rain, grass, snow, car payment, car trouble, gas prices, lack of sleep, lack of money, lack of vacation, low pay, long hours, extra weight, old clothes, small closets, too small of a house, too dirty of a house, no friends, bad friends, no date, boring date, too many dates, cell won’t work, nothing to do, too much to do, no time, too much time on my hands… etc.
You get the point.
The reality of the situation is that we can choose to be unhappy, every day in every situation… yes, I said choose. Happiness is a choice!
It may seem a little hokey but it’s a proven fact that your attitude governs how well you feel, and that it’s not what happens to you that matters but how we react to that event that controls our happiness. When you’re happy you walk through the door at the end of the day (even a day loaded with hard work) and think: that was a great day! It is your perception of it that makes it so.
Don’t believe me?... then take a second right now and try a little experiment.
Think of a situation you may be unhappy about and ask if it’s you and not the situation that’s making you unhappy. Could you simply change your mind about it and in the process change the problem? The answer is a resounding: YES!
When you choose happiness you render any and all obstacles to it powerless to your attitude. If you wake up and say: “I choose to be happy today” you are setting the tone for the next 16 hours of your life, a great tone, and if you at least try to carry on your day that way, it’ll change the way to perceive all the events that happen to you that day. Every single one.
I am grateful for TONS of things and people in my life, entirely too many to list here, but none more that Erika and Pipe and I think that my choice to be happy, at least partially, brought them into my life. I had to “fake it till I could make it” at first, and it wasn’t easy to keep myself on the upbeat track at first, but the results don’t lie. I am happier, have more respect and more quality people in my life than ever before. … and I choose happiness today and always, will you?
Strange things happen between you and your father when you grow up a momma’s boy like I did. My dad and I locked horns on virtually everything; our fights were epic. If it weren’t what to watch on TV, it was his choice of clothes we’d bicker over; if not his driving speed, it was his penchant to put ketchup on the perfectly grilled steak I’d made for him… in one way or another we battled daily; years later I would live to regret that.
I remember as I was growing up frequently thinking to myself that I hoped “never to be anything like him”, and I stuck with that theme in my life for most of his. But as the winter of his years began closing in, I started to see an amazing wisdom in the words, and actions of my father, and as I continued floundering through my late thirties it was increasingly clear that my dad wasn’t so dumb after all.
My father was what I now often refer to as the gentle-est man that ever lived… he never spoke a word of disappointment to anyone about my decisions or life choices, and supported every move I made weather he understood my motives or not. He put up with foolish spending and terrible girlfriends, insane career pursuits and irresponsible behavior, all the while knowing full well that I needed to learn my own lessons as a result of making those choices, so he just made sure I was safe and watched in silent wisdom. His love for my mother and I was as unconditional as it was unwavering, and I never remember a moment that I didn’t believe that.
He relentlessly worked in is upholstery shop in the backyard of our Dalton home for my entire life, only settling into a semi-retired existence some five years prior to his death at 90. In his usual understated fashion he skimped and saved, planned and acted, and lived his entire life to insure that mine was safe and healthy… and he succeeded, perfectly.
My father was my age (48) when I was born, and when he was questioned as to why he’d had a son so late in life and his only answer was that he needed to find the love of his life (my mom) to be a dad, and the "audition process" had taken longer than he’d expected... and his love for my mother can only be described as a sort of poetry in motion… we should all have an emotional example like that to grow up surrounded by.
My mom told me of the day that she found him sobbing in my room while putting be in my crib, and when she asked what was wrong he looked at her, tears streaming down his face and said: “I never thought I’d be a daddy”…
You got your greatest wish Victor, and you were magnificent at it.
Do you like to stay up late and sleep late? Well then you probably don't like to exercise.
New research from Northwestern University in Chicago has found that night owls get less physical activity than early-risers and have a harder time sticking to an exercise schedule. The late-nighters were found to sit more during the day and made up excuses for why they couldn't work out.
"We found that even among healthy, active individuals, sleep timing and circadian preference are related to activity patterns and attitudes toward physical activity," said study leader Kelly Glazer Baron, associate professor of neurology and director of the Behavioral Sleep Medicine Program at the Feinberg School of Medicine at Northwestern.
"Waking up late and being an evening person were related to more time spent sitting, particularly on weekends, and with difficulty making time to exercise," Baron said
Well, that's all fine and dandy (and possibly accurate), but I am an EXTREMELY early riser and I'm not burning up the fitness track in any way shape or form. In fact it's been a very big battle to ramp up my activity level at all because of my crazy sleep schedule!
Do I have a valid excuse here or am I just lazy? Be gentle.