Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop.
The day before yesterday I shared with you that there would be no Daily yesterday as I was committed to activities from 6 am until 11 PM. My wife and a few of you questioned my sanity especially since I have been moving a little slow this week. It did not take long before my stamina ran out well before my tasks ran out. So as often happens I was wrong. I missed what appeared to be a critical meeting and sent my wife off with friends to dinner and a musical while I napped. And as usual the world did not end, the meeting I missed went fine without me, my wife enjoyed the show and I again learned that I ought to practice what I preach.
Just the day before my Pulmonologist thought my sleep apnea could be responsible for my fatigue and so I will be spending tomorrow night in the hospital participating in another sleep study, my last and only other one was 13 years ago. Possibly we will find a solution. It could not be old age, or could it? Anyhow I can not depend on a medical answer so it is back to life style changes. In that vein I picked up a few tips from Zenhabits that I thought I should share with you.
Let’s slow down
Do less. It’s hard to slow down when you are trying to do a million things. Instead, make the conscious choice to do less. Focus on what’s really important, what really needs to be done, and let go of the rest.
Be present. It’s not enough to just slow down — you need to actually be mindful of whatever you’re doing at the moment. That means, when you find yourself thinking about something you need to do, or something that’s already happened, or something that might happen … gently bring yourself back to the present moment.
Disconnect. It’s hard to slow down when you’re always checking new messages coming in.
Appreciate nature. Many of us are shut in our homes and offices and cars and trains most of the time, and rarely do we get the chance to go outside. Instead, take the time to go outside and really observe nature, take a deep breath of fresh air, enjoy the serenity of water and greenery.
Find pleasure in anything. Whatever you’re doing, be fully present … and also appreciate every aspect of it, and find the enjoyable aspects. Life can be so much more enjoyable if you learn this simple habit.
Single-task. The opposite of multi-tasking. Focus on one thing at a time. When you feel the urge to switch to other tasks, pause, breathe, and pull yourself back.
Breathe. When you find yourself speeding up and stressing out, pause, and take a deep breath. Take a couple more. Really feel the air coming into your body, and feel the stress going out.
Don’t underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can’t hear, and not bothering.
Pooh’s Little Instruction Book, inspired by A.A. Milne
Nancy and I were parent’s in the fifties and this sure brings back memories
In 1953 the year we got married the US population was less than 150 million… Yet you knew more people then, and knew them better… And that was good.
The average annual salary was under $3,000… Yet we could put some of it away for a rainy day and still live a decent life… And that was good
A loaf of bread cost about 15 cents… But it was safe for a five-year-old to skate to the store and buy one… And that was good.
Prime-Time meant I Love Lucy, Ozzie and Harriet, Gunsmoke and Lassie… So nobody ever heard of ratings or filters… And that was good.
We didn’t have air-conditioning… So the windows stayed up and half a dozen mothers ran outside when a child fell off their bike… And that was good.
The kids teacher was either Miss Matthews or Mrs. Logan or Mr. Adkins… But not Ms Becky or Mr. Dan… And that was good.
The only hazardous material you knew about… was a patch of grassburrs around the light pole at the corner. And that was good.
We loved to climb into a fresh bed… Because sheets were dried on the clothesline… And that was good.
People generally lived in the same hometown with their relatives.. So “child care” meant grandparents or aunts and uncles… And that was good.
Parents were respected and their rules were law…. Children did not talk back….. and that was good.
TV was in black-and-white… But all outdoors was in glorious color….And that was certainly good.
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Send this on to someone who can still remember Nancy Drew, The Hardy Boys, Laurel & Hardy, Abbott & Costello, Sky King, Little Lulu comics, Brenda Starr, Howdy Doody and The Peanut Gallery, The Lone Ranger, The Shadow Knows Nellie Belle, Roy and Dale, Trigger and Buttermilk as well as the sound of a real mower on Saturday morning, and summers filled with bike rides, playing cowboy, playing hide and seek and kick-the-can and Simon Says, baseball games, amateur shows at the local theater before the Saturday matinee, bowling and visits to the pool…and eating Kool-Aid powder with sugar, and wax lips and bubblegum cigars
Didn’t that feel good, just to go back and say, Yeah, I remember that!
And was it really that long ago?
“If you haven’t got anything nice to say about anybody, come sit next to me.”
Alice Roosevelt Longworth
The new army recruit was given guard duty at 2 a.m. He did his best for a while, but at about 4 a.m. he went to sleep. He awakened to find the officer of the day standing before him.
Remembering the heavy penalty for being asleep on guard duty, this smart young man kept his head bowed for another moment and looked upward and reverently said, “A-a-a-men!”
“It’s no longer a question of staying healthy. It’s a question of finding a sickness you like.”
“It’s no use. Art doesn’t listen to me,” said a little boy who was praying for a new bike.
“Art who?” asked the boy’s mother.
“Art in heaven,” came the reply.
“A woman’s dress should be like a barbed-wire fence: serving its purpose without obstructing the view.”
At the beginning of the grandparents’ class I teach, I ask participants if they would share the very first feelings they had when they learned they were going to be grandparents.
Most people say they were happy and excited. During one class, however, an expectant grandmother blurted, “I just hated it! I finally knew for certain that my daughter was having sex.”
Mitzi was at the Motor Vehicle Bureau applying for a driver’s license. Filling out the forms, when she came to the line: “Color of Hair”, she put…”L’oreal Preference 8 1/2B.”
Hearsay: What toddlers do when anyone mutters a dirty word
Top Bunk: Where you should never put a child wearing Superman jammies
Whodunit: None of the kids that live at your house
Some of the secret joys of living are not found by rushing from point A to point B, but by inventing some imaginary letters along the way.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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