September 9, 2017
You just have to do your own thing, no matter what anyone says. It’s your life.”
Yesterday they made some modifications in my home to make it easier for mu wife when she returns home from her extended illness. I am running behind this morning so I am sending you another vintage Daily.
Ray’s Daily first published on September 9, 2008
We have often talked about those folks who have missed the opportunity to enjoy their lives because they kept putting it off until tomorrow. As many of you know I spend lots of time with old and new friends that are going through career and life transition. Often they convince themselves that the time of life transition is not the time to invest in their personal happiness and I think that is tragic. I find that there is no better time to decide how our lives could be improved than at a time when we are forced to deal with a change.
Please don’t you be one of those who says later in life “If only I would have….,” after missing what might have been. Trust me you are worth reaping the rewards of a happier life but it is doubtful that it will ever come if all you do is wait for it to happen.
Here is something offered by Robert Holden that explains what I mean.
After years of studying stress, I have concluded that one of the biggest causes of stress is that we wait for happiness to happen! We think happiness is not for now; rather, we see it as a reward we work to, struggle after and suffer for in the hopes that one day it will happen. Following this erroneous train of thought, today becomes a day for well-behaved hardship, noble suffering, mild martyrdom and quiet desperation; and tomorrow, maybe, we might be happy.
Well, it’s official. The news is out: “There is no future!” Please understand, this is not a message of despair; it is simply a statement of truth. I repeat, “There is no future”! Save not, therefore, your best for the future. Do not WAIT to give your best to the next job, the next time, the next person, or, the next opportunity. Give your best NOW!
Some things never change: your greatest opportunity for happiness has been, will be, and still is, NOW! Unfortunately, you are often too busy “pasturising” and “futurising” to see that everything is here already right now. Give up the past, give up the future, and give in to happiness NOW! It really is all here. It must be, because you are here.
The one piece of good news that is true forever is, The present is here, now!
When in search of wisdom, linguists often refer to roots and connections of words from pre-historic civilisations. They explore ancient languages like Sanskrit, Aramaic and Latin, for instance, to unearth forgotten gems of wisdom. Well, much closer to home and to present time, it is helpful to note that in the English language, the word “present” has three distinct meanings: “here”, “now” and “a gift”.
Is this only a coincidence, or could it be that, the greatest gifts of life are always available to you here and now! The word “present” also links to “presence”, “being” and “being present”. Here is another clue. Give yourself to NOW! The future is not your answer – it has no true power. Now – right here – is good enough for you. All you need remember is, nothing is missing within you and nothing is missing here now.
“Don’t rely on someone else for your happiness and self-worth. Only you can be responsible for that. If you can’t love and respect yourself – no one else will be able to make that happen. Accept who you are – completely; the good and the bad – and make changes as YOU see fit – not because you think someone else wants you to be different.”
Master Sergeant Alfie was a thirty-year Army veteran now assigned to a training battalion and tough as nails. He seemed to have no thought whatsoever about how others responded to his cut-and-dried military manner. One day he assembled the training battalion and announced, “Private Monroe, take one step forward.” Private Monroe took one step forward, and the sergeant bellowed, “Private Monroe. Report to the chaplain; your mother just died.” Monroe just crumbled and fainted dead away from shock. Later that day, the battalion commander chewed out the master sergeant: “You’re going to have to learn something about TACT.
You just can’t yell at a man and tell him his mother just died. The next time you’re called on for this duty, you’d better do it in a more compassionate way.” It just so happened that the very next day, another soldier’s mother died, and the MSGT assembled the troops again. “All you whose mother is living” he shouted, “take one step forward. NOT SO FAST, TAYLOR!”
“I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.”
The lady lawyer approached the jury box and began an eloquent plea for her client: “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I want to tell you about this man. There’s so much to say that is good: he never beat his mother; he was always kind to little children; he never did a dishonest thing in his life; he has always lived by the golden rule; he is a model of everything decent, forthright, and honest. Everyone loves him and. . . ”
Her client leaned over to a friend and said, “How do you like her? I pay her good dough to defend me, and she’s telling the jury about some other guy.”
My wife dresses to kill. She also cooks the same way.
Two blondes are racing down a bumpy back road in a pretty beat up car down to a bank they’re going to rob.
“Drive slower,” pleads the one in the passenger seat, “I don’t want all the dynamite in the trunk to explode.”
“Relax,” the driver replies. “Even if it did, I’ve got a spare box under the passenger seat.”
“Happiness is good health and a bad memory.”
Mr. Smith was a traveling salesman and frequent flyer, so he was always very, VERY careful to mark his luggage so that no one would mistakenly take his bags. He always did this with bright ribbons and tape, so he was quite surprised to see his bags grabbed by a well-dressed man when he got to the luggage carousel.
Mr. Smith walked over to the fellow and pointed out the colored ribbons tied to the handle, and the fluorescent tape on the sides.
“I believe that luggage is mine. Were your bags marked like this?” he asked.
“Actually,” the man replied, “I was wondering who did this to my luggage.”
“Don’t worry,” a patient told his psychiatrist. “I’ll pay every cent I owe or my name isn’t Alexander the Great!”
Love is holding hands in the street. Marriage is holding arguments in the street
Love is dinner for 2 in your favorite restaurant. Marriage is Chinese take-out.
Love is cuddling on a sofa. Marriage is deciding on a sofa.
Love is talking about having children. Marriage is talking about getting away from children.
Love is losing your appetite. Marriage is losing your figure.
Love is a flickering flame. Marriage is a flickering television.
Love is 1 drink and 2 straws. Marriage is “Don’t you think you’ve had enough?!”
Speak softly and carry a cellular phone.
Morris had proposed to young Sarah, and was being interviewed by Sam, his prospective father-in-law.
“Do you think you are earning enough to support a family?” the older man asked Morris the suitor.
“Yes, sir,” replied Morris, “I’m sure that I am.”
“Think long and carefully now,” said Sarah’s father. “There are twelve of us…including Uncle Izzy”
“Some people are making such thorough plans for rainy days that they aren’t enjoying today’s sunshine.”
Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies. The editor is somewhat senile.
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