So many reasons to give thanks...so little time to waste

So, it has occurred to me that I am getting old.

Not like Senior Citizen old, but just too old and too late to waste time on insanity. I must always check myself now to make sure I am not making the same mistakes, using the same broken barometers that previously lead me astray, and recognizing when it was the barometer's defect or my misuse thereof.

My father often reminds me, that we must give praise and thanks to God in all things. This serves me particularly well especially when life or circumstance starts to look scary,... (which it can as time progresses) we must be thankful.

Sometimes that thanks is for the hard lesson, and even for the gas-dryer door screw that shows up in my daughters laundry basket.

We must be thankful in every moment of every day. I find that even if I am happy when provoked to be sad, life is better for me. This strange happiness tends to tick people off. They often think I am without feelings or not taking things seriously enough.... not true.

Really, I am just happy to know whatever the burden, I am not going it alone. God has been and will be there to assist, to protect me in all my ways, given this... for what reason should I (or anyone for that matter) ever worry.

We should, given the circumstances, always be happy and with minimal to no stress. This will let us use our time doing what we love, versus worrying as we are attacked by the anxiety gremlins.

No time for gremlins, no time to waste. Be thankful, tell your family you love them...spend time with people you like. LIVE!

mid afternoon...late day

Have you ever been in a funk?

You know, one of those blue type funks, where even the things you know you love don't appeal to you. The reason for the lack of appeal is unknown. The taste of food is not quite what it should be, the people you enjoy appear to be strange to you, even the moments of silence and rest don't do for you what they should.

Get out of the funk! Grab an apple, eat a banana.
Make the decision to be happy.

Just decide.

...@8am

I'm late today.

Fatigue is settling in.

When I was a kid, my father always told me,
"The thing we must always remember is, there is more than one way to skin a cat..."

This coupled with The Electrifying Mojo's,
"whenever you feel like you're nearing the end of your rope, don't slide off, tie a knot, keep hanging, keep remembering...," (then quickly moving into the Time's) "Ain't nobody bad like me...." has always put me in a place to persevere.

Sounds a bit funny, maybe even contrived, but sincere nonetheless. Life can throw rocks at you, we just have to know that a wooden bat is inadequate to bat against rocks. Don't complain about the rocks, just prepare yourself with a face mask, body armor, and a reinforced steel bat.

Cheers..

it is impossible to count your blessings...just be thankful!

Everyday we are all blessed with little things that we take for granted.

Should we stop to try to count them, and really be honest with ourselves on the gifts we are granted, there would be insufficient time to enumerate them all.

We instead should just be thankful, and in all ways thank God for our blessings, (which I am calling gifts, and often gifts of grace) as oft times, we are given gifts that we are completely unaware of.

Take time to give thanks, every day.

Smiles

...time keeps on ticking into the future...

We must consider whether what we have to sell is our time, our talent, or our productivity.

It is critical in our post industrial age, now an information-social media-technology age that we do not opt to sell the latter at the rate of the first. When we do, we not only sell ourselves short, but we create a relationship of reverse oppression. Where the oppressed are induced to bind themselves in favor of some other entity's benefit while jettisoning any hopes for their own health and well being.

If however, we recognize that our talent and our productivity is worth more than just an hourly wage, we can then expect to see our way clear to true Freedom. Freedom from parameters set by the industrial tycoons building everything and everyone just the same. Freedom to truly be independent, and freedom to build a new.

I've come to the conclusion that there are in fact insufficient amount of hours in the day to accomplish all of the tasks necessary to do my I-B work, my mom work, maintain my social life, attend the the house, and train for my planned marathon.
but there is nothing I want to let go of.
So now for the plan, up at 3am, do my short run and off to the office by 4 to begin the requisite IB analysis.