November 30, 2017
Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.
NOTE: For the last couple of days Ray’s Daily mail to our comcast readers has been rejected. So today I am sending it from one of my other addresses to see if it gets through, Ray
Yesterday was pretty good for me. My ophthalmologist raved about the results of my eye surgery and is not requiring me back for some time. I got a chance to bib a special friend bon voyage at her retirement party. Not only that I held my missteps to a minimum and for me that is a good thing.
I have found as I age and as my spouse needs my assistance more than in the past that I need to redefine my happiness. I do not need to dwell on what I find difficult to do, rather I need to concentrate on what I can do. I may be moving slower but I am still moving. I may not be as sharp as I once was but I am still capable of doing what needs to be done.
I know I don’t want to fall into the trap of focusing on what I might not like. I guess is would suggest that one of the secrets of life is to couple objectivity with optimism. I have excerpted a few thoughts from a New York Times article that make sense to me I hope they do to you as well.
Easy Steps Toward Happiness You Can Take Today
By TIM HERRERANOV. 27, 2017
Conquer your negative thinking
Humans have evolved to focus on the negative. If we overlearn a bad situation, we’re more inclined to avoid those situations in the future or react more quickly, writes Tara Parker-Pope.
Too, it’s probably mature to realize and accept that it’s unrealistic to think you’ll be happy all the time. Life is hard.
But, as we all know, that isn’t always helpful in a modern world. When something bad happens, we tend to overanalyze and have trouble getting our mind off it.
The trick to avoiding those spirals and rabbit holes of misery is to acknowledge and challenge our negative thoughts. Rather than try to bury them, we should own those thoughts and ask ourselves a few questions, like, “What is the evidence for this thought?” or “Am I basing this on facts or on feelings?” A little self-investigation can help us get over the thoughts that just won’t leave our heads otherwise.
This one is really simple: Go easy on yourself. If you’re compassionate and supportive of other people, why shouldn’t you give yourself the same luxury?
This can be a difficult concept for those of us who tend to beat ourselves up over perceived failures, so our guide has an exercise you can use to practice. Write yourself a letter of compassion just as you would to a neighbor or friend who had experienced a hardship. The concept is the same, only the recipient is you.
Now and then it’s good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.
You say I’m a bitch like it’s a bad thing.
Chaos, panic & disorder – my work here is done.
Earth is full. Go home.
How do I set a laser printer to stun.
I’m not tense, just terribly, terribly alert.
When I want your opinion, I’ll give it to you.
A man never discloses his character so clearly as when he describes another’s.
A lady came to the hospital to visit a friend. She had not been in a hospital for several years and felt uneasy, not knowing about all the new technology. A technician followed her onto the elevator, wheeling a large, intimidating looking machine with tubes and wires and dials.
“Boy, would I hate to be hooked up to that thing,” she said.
“So would I,” replied the technician. “It’s a floor-cleaning machine.”
Everybody lies, but it doesn’t matter, since nobody listens.
A city slicker stopped his large, expensive car on a country road and looked about in confusion. He noticed a young farm hand leaning on a fence and called to him, “Hey, you know how far it is to Shrewsbury?”
The farm hand thought about it and said, “Don’t know.”
“Well then, do you know the best way to get there?”
Again, the farm hand thought a bit and said, “Don’t know.”
“Look, can you just tell me where the nearest gas station is so I can pick up a map?”
“‘Fraid I don’t know that either.”
Frustrated, the man in the car snapped, “You don’t know much do you?”
To which the farm hand replied, “I’m not lost.”
Life is cheap. It’s the accessories that kill you.
Harry had just reached his 175th birthday last week. Surrounded by reporters, he was asked, “Excuse me, sir, but how did you come to live to be 175?”
Harry answered, “It was easy. I just never argue with anyone.”
The reporter shot back, “That’s crazy. It had to be something else –diet, meditation, or *something*. Just not arguing won’t keep you alive for 175 years!”
The old fella stared hard at the reporter for several seconds.
Then he shrugged. “Hmmm. Maybe you’re right.”
When one door of happiness closes, another opens, but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened for us.
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