I thought I would put up some new quotes today that are uplifting, the kind of thing you would say to someone else if the were in distress. If you are the one who is in distress, sometimes you need to say the uplifting thing to yourself.
“The greatest Wealth is contentment with little.”—-English Proverb
“Nobody can make you feel inferior without your permission.” Eleanor Roosevelt
“If you can’t make it better, at least you can laugh at it.” —Erma Bombeck
“Don’t worry about the world ending today, it’s already tomorrow in Australia.”—Charles Schultz
“You can’t always get what you want, but if you try, sometimes, you get what you need.”—Mick Jagger
“For everything you have missed, you have gained something else.”—Ralph Waldo Emerson
“If you’re going through hell, keep going.” —Winston Churchill
Life is too short not to be happy.
In times of life crisis, whether wild fires or smoldering stress, the first thing I do is go back to basics… am I eating right, am I getting enough sleep, am I getting some physical and mental exercise everyday.
When I found this quote, it really spoke to me. I find that rationality and logic are the only things that make sense to me. I don’t know how to deal with people who are irrational. I tend to try and be the voice of reason, but there are people that will not listen to reason. I had never really figured out that maybe the reason I am that way, is because I need reason to feel that my world is stable and less out of control.
I must stress here the point that I appreciate clarity, order, meaning, structure, rationality: they are necessary to whatever provisional stability we have, and they can be the agents of gradual and successful change.
Archie R. Ammons
“The capacity of man himself is only revealed when, under stress and responsibility, he breaks through his educational shell, and he may then be a splendid surprise to himself no less than to this teachers.”
“Being in control of your life and having realistic expectations about your day-to-day challenges are the keys to stress management, which is perhaps the most important ingredient to living a happy, healthy and rewarding life.”
“Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.”
“Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times.”
“No one is in control of your happiness but you; therefore, you have the power to change anything about yourself or your life that you want to change.”
Barbara de Angelis
“We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never as bad off or as happy as we say we are.”
Honore de Balzac
“Happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn’t know you left open.”
I’m sitting here feeling emotions so strong that I might be overwhelmed by them. I know that I am nowhere near the worst part yet. I can’t face my fears head on and I can’t run fast enough to escape them. I am just going parallel to them for now. I know there is going to be a place down the road where my path and these fears are going to converge.
I am so tired of running this race with death. For the past 6 years, I have had the constant fear of my husband dying, because of his neurological condition. I have been slapped in the face by my own mortality the past few years after my diagnosis of Systemic Lupus Erythmatosis. I think my case is going to be the long drawn out chronic condition, but I know a bad case of some infection could wipe me out. Just when I seemed able to travel along with death for a piece, companionably, my Daddy has been diagnosed with cancer.
He has always been the one who would make things right in my world. When I have run out of options, I can go to him for advice and help. My Dad and Grandpa are/were ministers, so I have relied on them for spiritual guidance as well as the practical kind. I’m gonna be on my own now and I don’t know who I am going to rely on.
I do not know if I am strong enough for a world where my husband or my Dad no longer reside.
I found an old photo of my parents, when they were young and full of promise and did a scrapbook page. You can see it here.
I have plenty of things to stress over, but sometimes something happens to put things into better, if not perfect perspective. I just found out my Dad has cancer. Scrapbooking is being my therapy for the moment. I did a layout of my parents in 1961. Something about the picture made me think of the beginning of life, rather than the end. If you are interested, here’s a link to it.
I found a few quotes on my Get rid of stress quest.
I have tried yoga, but stress is less boring.
Stress is nothing more than a socially acceptable form of mental illness. ~Richard Carlson
Pooh is my favorite so this one is great.
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
This one seems to be my life.
I try to take one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me at once. ~Jennifer Yane
Now I know this one suits my life. I cannot bear to be around a very loud, overly boisterous person for long. I am a quiet person. My husband is too. Whether by nurture or nature, our children are sensitive to noise as well. I am talking about people who can be at a party down the street from you and you can hear them at your house. They seem to believe that noise will force people to notice them. But if they were quiet for a few moments wonders might happen.
When Mozart was composing at the end of the eighteenth century, the city of Vienna was so quiet that fire alarms could be given verbally, by a shouting watchman mounted on top of St. Stefan’s Cathedral. In twentieth-century society, the noise level is such that it keeps knocking our bodies out of tune and out of their natural rhythms. This ever-increasing assault of sound upon our ears, minds, and bodies adds to the stress load of civilized beings trying to live in a highly complex environment. ~Steven Halpern
My daughter spent the afternoon with her grandmother one afternoon when she was little. She was very pensive when she came home. When she finally got up the nerve to talk to me, she asked me if her hands were the devils work shop. I was speechless for a few seconds. I told her of course not. My mother-in-law had told her that, because she was reading. I have always believed that if you are comfortable being with yourself, in a quiet environment, you can have all sorts of profound thoughts and it is a good way to commune with your maker. I don’t think he likes it if you don’t give him your undivided attention. I told my daughter that you did not have to be working all the time in order to be a good person. But, in addition to that there are people who work really hard all of the time and are the meanest, low down excuses for human beings as you would ever meet. Work neither makes you good or bad.
A life spent in constant labor is a life wasted, save a man be such a fool as to regard a fulsome obituary notice as ample reward. ~George Jean Nathan
I have had an epiphany!!! I figured out why it is so hard for me to talk about what worries me. I somehow subconsciously picked up the notion that worrying was a sin or sorta means you don’t have strong enough of a faith.
Matthew 6:27, “Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?” (NIV)
This is very perplexing to me. I don’t worry to add hours to my life. I worry because I am very aware that my time is running out faster than I would like. The things that I do, are apparently part of God’s plan, but I don’t like the deadline for the assignment.