But, if you look, you see the glimmers of light and love and compassion and caring. You see hands extended to each other regardless of race, creed, age or any other definer we use. Humanity helping humanity. Humanity loving humanity. You can still see it through the swirling fog of judgment that comes from viewing it from someone else’s lense.
(I hope this week that our country as a whole that we don’t pay or respect our school teachers enough. They laid on top of those children to protect them! Heroes, they are heroes!)
Several friends and family members have gone through some pretty trying medical and personal challenges in the last few months. Why do I mention this? As with the tragedies that we see in the news almost daily, the personal mountains that family and friends climb helps to refocus purpose in life for me.
Live in the moment. Live in the moment. Live in the moment.
I tend to dwell in the past and worry about the future. (You do too! Yes, you!) Doing that makes me miss and less grateful for what is directly in front of me.
Everyone has heard the phrase that the glass is either half full or half empty. (Unless it is a really good wine and then the glass is just empty!) It depends on your view of it. And your view is your choice.
You choose every thought that you have. And once again. You choose every thought that you have.
You can choose to get upset about something or choose to not. You can choose to be nice to someone or choose to not. You can choose how you react to crisis or you can choose to not. Sounds easy, but it is not. But like anything, the more you work at it, the easier it becomes.
If you were just awful to someone yesterday, you can be nice to them today. If you didn’t do well in school yesterday, you can study harder tomorrow. If you burned the soufflé, maybe you should cook something that is a little easier. (I’m just sayin’.) You have a choice in every thought in every moment.
I am heartbroken when I see folks, children especially, choose anger first. Even in the most mundane situations. Try being nice to the server, cashier, flight attendant, host, any frigging body you come in contact with daily and see the smile, the light, the love. Tell the folks you love that you love them. Do it!
You can call me “Pollyanna” (look it up!) if you want. (Please, I have been called worse. Especially around the holidays. “Deck the halls with Paul Holly” has to be my favorite.) Try a little tenderness. Try being nice. Try choosing love over hate.
What have you got to lose? Your high blood pressure, maybe? Stress will kill you.
The cup really is half full!