So, I'm sitting here contemplating life and changes. I've been listening to everyone around me lately and I have noticed two things:
Those who are happiest, have made changes in their lives to be so and those that complain the most refuse to make any changes.
The first group, the happy ones, have been through their fair share of hard times. The only difference is that they refused to let those hard times bring them down. They decided that life could be better if only things would change. They didn't sit around and wait for change. They took proactive steps to CAUSE change!
Now, the second group of people are so good at complaining they are darn near professional at it! They manipulate the world into feeling sorry for them to the point where they really believe themselves incapable of changing their circumstances.Someone once said that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results. I believe that wholeheartedly.
You have to find a reason to change. A real, honest to goodness "why". A why that is so strong you will let nothing hold you back from achieving the happiness and change you desire. Then you must REFUSE to let that "why" turn into your "why not". In other words, if you are making a change for better health, don't let your poor health keep you from going after it. If your "why" are your finances, don't let money hold you back from making changes. And if making a better life for your children is your "why", don't let the fact that you are busy raising a family become your "why not".
Only YOU can bring yourself to the state of happiness that we all can achieve, but you have to want it more than you fear it. We all have the same 24 hours in the day. Will you make your 24 count? Or will you whine your way to the end we all eventually come to? It's up to you. You can REALLY live life, or you can choose to muddle through.
Personally, I don't think change is really all that difficult, once you decide to let go of all those excuse barriers you've put up for your convenience.
Did you know it takes more facial muscles to frown that it does to smile? Not to mention, smiling looks and feels so much better!
So SMILE, make a CHANGE, and be HAPPY, even if you don't mean it because eventually you will!
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Wednesday, May 21, 2014
WHAT TO DO, WHAT TO DO...
What is one to do when the child she has raised to age 25 is refusing to grow up? He's not incapable of it. I've seen him accomplish things he claims he "can't" do. He comes up with all kinds of excuses on why he "can't" do this or that. But the word he is really looking for is "won't" not "can't".
He lives with me, of course. He has opportunities available to him, but refuses to take them. Says he's been "hurt too many times" to venture out into the world. Meanwhile, this is crippling him and putting a financial strain on me! He tells me to just admit that I've raised a failure. Ok, yep... I coddled him to the point where now he thinks the world owes him a living. My bad! But he's grown now and time for him to take responsibility for himself. He CHOOSES to fail by not trying. He even says, "I'll just go live in Carriagetown then!" Carriagetown is a homeless shelter here in town. When I say, "Go ahead, but don't you think they will also expect you to try to do for yourself?", he says "I just wish I could be 85 years old with one foot in the grave. I pray I don't wake up sometimes." Now, before you get all alarmed that he's suicidal and crying out for help, let me assure you, he is not suicidal. He says those drastic things to try to end the conversation so that he doesn't have to discuss trying to live a decent life anymore. More times than I can count, I've called the ambulance and told them my son is suicidal only to have them release him the next day, with prescription in hand, which he won't take.
Before you ask, we've already tried to get him to go to counseling... he refuses. He's been on medication... refuses to take that also. He's applying for disability. I believe he is learning disabled, but not physically disabled. Mentally and emotionally disabled, but capable of physical labor. Just simply refusing.
So I ask again, "what to do, what to do?" What I want to do is push the baby bird out of the nest and force him to survive on his own. The protector and mother in me won't allow me to do that.
He lives with me, of course. He has opportunities available to him, but refuses to take them. Says he's been "hurt too many times" to venture out into the world. Meanwhile, this is crippling him and putting a financial strain on me! He tells me to just admit that I've raised a failure. Ok, yep... I coddled him to the point where now he thinks the world owes him a living. My bad! But he's grown now and time for him to take responsibility for himself. He CHOOSES to fail by not trying. He even says, "I'll just go live in Carriagetown then!" Carriagetown is a homeless shelter here in town. When I say, "Go ahead, but don't you think they will also expect you to try to do for yourself?", he says "I just wish I could be 85 years old with one foot in the grave. I pray I don't wake up sometimes." Now, before you get all alarmed that he's suicidal and crying out for help, let me assure you, he is not suicidal. He says those drastic things to try to end the conversation so that he doesn't have to discuss trying to live a decent life anymore. More times than I can count, I've called the ambulance and told them my son is suicidal only to have them release him the next day, with prescription in hand, which he won't take.
Before you ask, we've already tried to get him to go to counseling... he refuses. He's been on medication... refuses to take that also. He's applying for disability. I believe he is learning disabled, but not physically disabled. Mentally and emotionally disabled, but capable of physical labor. Just simply refusing.
So I ask again, "what to do, what to do?" What I want to do is push the baby bird out of the nest and force him to survive on his own. The protector and mother in me won't allow me to do that.
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