Moods are just as contagious as a virus. The Killjoybug can remain in your system for days, even years! Psychologists have a name for this, they call it
Some people have a perpetual negative outlook on everything. The weather is awful. The food is terrible. Everything is ugly. Even if you aren’t normally a glass is half-empty person, if you spend enough time around someone who is you will soon start feeling the same way.
Do you have people like that at work or in your family? You can let them infect you with their gloomy attitude, or you can try to keep away from them.
If you are the resilient type, you can ask what’s wrong.
Sometimes if you dig a little deeper, you might find the source of the black outlook. Chronic pain? Grief? Poor self esteem?
There are tons of reasons why people can be so negative.
If you are constantly around people who are obnoxiously moody, try telling them their bad mood affects you too. Hopefully they’ll think it over and agree with you. Life is too short to be a sourpuss.
Just as bad moods are contagious, positive vibes and sunny dispositions can spread too.
Do what you can to keep your emotions healthy.
Stay clear of bad moods. Stay close to good ones.
And remember to walk on the sunny side of the street.
Father’s Day is a happy day for some, and a sad day for others. And then there are those like me who are happy/sad. My dad is gone, but I have a husband who is a wonderful father to my three boys. Now we celebrate the day spoiling him with presents, good food, ice cream, and miniature golf.
My father died when I was twenty. I have spent more years living without him than with him. The hardest part for me now is realizing he never got to know the grown up me. He knew me as a child, his youngest daughter. I was daddy’s little girl, but my heart aches when I remember how mean I was in my later teenage years.
He knew me when I was bratty and terribly moody. I have one vivid memory of a sunday afternoon when he drove me back to nursing school. I don’t know what he said or did, but I clicked my tongue, rolled my eyes, and said something horrible to him. Did he shush me, or lecture me about my behavior? No. He just looked away and watched the numbers change on the elevator.
He died shortly after that. Why is it on Father’s Day I have to remember that stupid day?
If I had a magic bean that could grant me one day with my dad, would he know me when he saw me? Would he recognize my face, my voice? It’s been thirty-one years and I’m not who I once was. I’ve changed in so many ways.
I would know him. His deep brown eyes, his big, toothless smile. He loved popcorn, country music, horseshoes, and staying up late to watch John Wayne and Kung-Fu movies. He was most content reclining in his lawn chair in our backyard, smoking his lucky strikes while listening to the birds songs and the scratchy buzzing of the locusts.
I would know my father. He is etched in my memory, cut into my heart. I’d recognize his voice, his walk, his whistling. He’d smell of old spice and Wisk laundry detergent.
My tall, kind, patient, long-suffering, always there till he wasn’t, dad.
I think he would know me. I imagine him saying,
Sweetie, I saw it all. Your career, your wedding. I was there when your boys were babies – handsome kids. Will reminds me of myself when I was his age. I saw them walk across the stage to get their diplomas. I saw it all. I’ve watched you all these years, and you have made me so proud. I love you.
Of course he would know me – he’s my dad. He would always know me.
Why is it that some people languish in suffering while others who have similar troubles thrive despite?
It amazes me how people with things like crippling arthritis, cancer, disfigurement, chronic pain, traumatic abuse or other terrible circumstances can adapt and cope despite the pain of their situation. They continue to believe that just to be alive is a grand thing.
Others groan about a hangnail and see life’s little inconveniences as monumental tsunamis. They make sure you know just how miserable they are and don’t you agree the world is a wretched place?
It doesn’t have to be that way. Yes, life is full of pain and suffering. It is also full of joy and hope.
Bad things happen. Life isn’t fair. And you have a choice of whether to accept that and rise above, or
you can cloak yourself in sackcloth and ashes and live in misery.
Yes, I do believe we can live and thrive in spite of an awful childhood, a debilitating disease, a loved one gone too soon, or any other tragedy that has crossed our path.
How??? You ask, How can I go on? How can I be happy? You have no idea what I’ve been through.
You’re right. I have no idea what you have been through. But I can try to understand. I only know what I have suffered through, and I can share with you what I know to be true.
I know good triumphs over evil. I believe there is a God who loves us, despite what the world tells us. I am sure we are never truly alone. I can say broken hearts heal, and the pain lessens in time. I am certain that no matter what, life is always worth living.
When you arise in the morning – let your first thought be what a glorious privilege it is to be alive.
To breathe, to think, to create, to hope, to love.
Be the person who carries on despite suffering. There are many who stand by us, offering us their life and words as a comforting embrace and reminder. Here is Abraham Lincoln’s heartfelt condolences to a friend. They are just as timely today as they were in 1862.
No matter what you are going through, no matter what has happened – let me, like Abe, alleviate some of your suffering.
You are not alone. You are more resilient than you think. Life is what it is. Suffering is inevitable,
Action is a great word. It invokes feelings of anticipation, excitement, and a now we’re finally getting somewhere mindset.
The actors who take their places – The runner poised at the start line – The traveler boarding the plane – and now you, ready for change.
In my darkest night, when the moon was covered and I roamed through wreckage, a nimbus-clouded voice directed me: “Live in the layers, not on the litter.” Though I lack the art to decipher it, no doubt the next chapter in my book of transformations is already written. I am not done with my changes.
Isn’t a relief to finally be doing something? The hardest part is done, here where you are, in action, is where you were meant to be.
You’ve thought about it, planned for it, and now you are living it.
Mixed with the excitement you have a bit of fear and if you’re like me, a lot of urgency.
Ready, set, action!
I found this video on slo-mo cat physics that struck me as a sort of analogy for this action phase. From the startled eyes to the landing on her feet – I loved it.
Change is really a growth process with periods of rapid development, low dips, high points, and maintenance (which I’ll talk more about in part four).
If we don’t change, we don’t grow. If we don’t grow, we aren’t really living. Anatole France
I wish life/behavior changes were as easy as a free falling cat landing on its feet. It just isn’t. That explains why people drop out of college, quit going to the gym, start smoking again, rack up debt, or go back to jail.
Lasting change requires motivation, a sensible plan with attainable goals, and persistence.
You want this, you’re set, now do it! Don’t worry about later, tomorrow, next year. Keep focused on here, now.
Ready, set, action – start the process of change.
If you are working on changing a behavior or habit, listen to this NPR broadcast, Habits: How They Form and How To Break Them.
Need a recap? Go here to part one: why we resist. Be sure to come back next week for the final part four: maintenance.
What makes us resist change? Why would we rather stick with a job we hate, stay in an abusive relationship, keep smoking despite illness, and endure unnecessary hardship rather than do something to make it better?
Why do we?
Is it fear of failure? Uncertainty of the unknown? Apathy?
It’s D. All of the above.
Change can be hard. It can also be easy. One thing is certain: change is inevitable.
If you don’t like something in your life, change it.
If you can’t change it, change the way you think about it.
Let me give you an example.
I’ve had a chronic pain condition (burning mouth syndrome) for over three years. I am reluctant to blog about it because I don’t see the point in giving something so afflictive any more attention than it deserves.
I hate it. It can be all consuming and at times unbearable. Presently, I have exhausted all management therapies. I’ve stopped googling it as I can’t bear to read other BMS sufferers lament about how poor their quality of life is. It makes me feel hopeless.
Somedays I do crawl up in a ball and go to sleep. Sleep is sometimes the one thing I can do to escape the pain.
I can give in to hopelessness.
I can change the way I think.
I can redirect my attention to something else. Take my focus off the problem and put it somewhere else.
I can do that.
Instead of putting a spotlight on the pain and allowing it to have control of how I live and what I do, I can put it in the background.
Accept, but not empower.
That has been the one thing that has helped me deal.
It has taken me 3 years to figure out I needed to change my thoughts.
What about you?
Is the problem the problem? Or could it be how you think about the problem?
There are at least two views.
A rut or a grave?
Half empty or half full?
A mountain or a mole hill?
Lemons or lemonade?
A weed or a flower?
All changes, even the ones we crave can be sad. We leave behind something that was a part of us, our life. We knew it well. Kind of like an old shoe.
Remember, If you’re in a bad situation, don’t worry it’ll change. If you’re in a good situation, don’t worry it’ll change.
Is there something you need to change? What’s stopping you?
Today, I only ask that you think about one area of yourself or your life that you need to change. That’s the second step to change (contemplation). Pre-contemplation is the first step – you already experienced that when you felt the nudge to read this post.
Think about how your life will be better after you make a change.
Whatever it is you need to change trust me when I say, you got this.
We all need change.
Jim Rohn, American Entrepreneur and motivational speaker said so well,
Are you good at waiting? Not me. I have been known to abandon my handful of stuff rather than stand in a long line at the grocery store. Redbox pains me. Even when I reserve online there is always a couple in front of me browsing and contemplating like it was a major decision. C’mon people – this is Redbox. Aren’t there only like two movies worth seeing?
Thank goodness for Amazon Prime.
As I write this I am waiting with more than fifty other women (yes I got up and counted) to get a mammogram. I wait to get it, then wait to have it read, then I usually get called back for more images. Wait again for second reading. Three hours later…I’m home.
I get that waiting is a part of life. I am prepared for today’s wait. I can take it. Otherwise, waiting for me is torture.
Restaurants, coffee shops, grocery stores, drive-through banks, 1-800 customer service, airports, free delivery option, slow Internet, amusement park lines, traffic – we are always waiting for something. Instead of complaining or leaving, why not put that wait time to good use?
According to Ask.com,
My fellow Impatienatos, I give you
7 tips to make your wait time more productive.
Play cards. Keep a standard deck of cards handy. This is my secret for making restaurant waiting tolerable. There are so many quick, fun games to play you may be disappointed to see your food finally arrive.
Read. A magazine, book, or newspaper. Truly, there is nothing like leafing through the latest issue of Forbes or People. Or reading a chapter of that book you never have time to read. Perfect for airports, doctors office, car shop.
Learn a new language. Try Duolingo. You can do this in traffic, in line, really anywhere.
Aprender un nuevo idioma es bueno para el cerebro.
Clean out your wallet. Throw out old coupons, organize your cards, and find that loose change at the bottom of your purse.
Strike up a conversation. You’re both in the same predicament, why not chitchat and maybe make a new friend?
Write. If I didn’t have to wait, I wouldn’t have written this post. Write a letter, a poem, an essay, or a list of things you need to do.
Relax, breathe and just wait. Finally, an opportunity to do nothing. Waiting can be a beautiful experience if you think of it as a welcomed time to slow down, put away your stuff and just be present.
I have a busy life and I know I’m impatient. But waiting doesn’t need to be a chore. It can be a welcomed change of pace.
Well, my wait here is over. Just under three hours and I almost (remember where I am)enjoyed myself. At the very least, I was productive and I did something good for my health. I am happy to say I got a normal result.
Do you have any suggestions that can help make waiting more tolerable, or productive?
I didn’t forget…here’s the bonus.
Bonus tip: Feed your brain with useless knowledge. This will come in handy for a game show or the next trivia game night.
Zombies are repulsive and terrifying. They have decaying flesh, disgusting teeth, and no social skills. But they can teach us how to be happy.
Happiness is defined as a mental or emotional state of well-being characterized by positive emotions ranging from contentment to intense joy.
The zombie has no emotions, so he is neither happy nor unhappy,
he just is.
He takes each day as it comes and doesn’t worry about tomorrow. If I could pick one key to being happy, it would be the zombies way of being fully present in the moment with no worries. If you can make that a habit, you can kiss discontent goodbye.
8 zombie inspired habits that lead to happiness
don’t whine, gossip, or say mean things
don’t sweat the small stuff
get plenty of exercise
adapt to your surroundings
don’t be a picky eater
Happiness is always a choice. The only ones who I excuse from not being able to choose happiness are the clinically depressed individuals who are thick in the illness, not yet being treated, not responsive to treatment, or in a state of anhedonia.
Let the little aggravating inconveniences that are bound to happen to you be exactly what they are: small annoyances that are insignificant, not worthy of your time or emotional investment.
You can be unattractive, have rotten teeth, and nothing but the clothes on your back, and still be happy. In pursuit of happiness, look to the zombie.
You can write a better than great blog post, but if you only get a handful of readers, are you ok with that? Of course not. The point of blogging is to share your opinions, experiences, and knowledge with the world.
With a potential 3 billion people audience and 150 million bloggers worldwide, getting people to read your content is a challenge.
It starts with an intriguing headline.
Ask a question. Solve a problem. State a claim. Make a list.
Your reader has clicked in, now you need to deliver what you promised.
BAM! Get to the point.
We all scroll and skim. Trim the fat and get to the meat or we are off to the next headline before you can say, Tic-Tac Sir?
Give me eye candy.
Break up your text with cool-with-attitude pictures and images that invoke my emotions and make me want to stay awhile.
Life-hack me. Tell me something I didn’t know. Give me a short cut or a brilliantly unique perspective.
Make me come away with thinking, finally, after so much digital time suck, I have found you.
Give me a bonus.
Something I wasn’t expecting whether it be a tip on free stock photos or a link to Starbucks secret menu.
Most of us bloggers are small satellites in cyberspace.
To get noticed don’t be run-of-the-mill average. Stand out even once, and your audience will keep coming back for more.
Do you agree with Mark? So do I. Then why would you or I, or anyone else seek out people who belittle their ambitions?
That’s the five hundred and seven thousand dollar question. Maybe because you didn’t realize until now that a certain person was making you feel small. There are many passive-aggressive and other damaged individuals in our lives that pose as our friends.
How do you know if you have a poser verses a genuine friend?
How do you feel after you spend time with this person? Lifted up or crushed down? Posers use you to make themselves feel better. They don’t care about you because they are the center of the universe. Fake friends say things like,
You always. You never. What’s wrong with you? What’s wrong with me?Nothing. Oh, something came up. Of course you can trust me. I won’t tell a soul, cross my heart. Who’s side are you on? I can’t stand her (Oh hi Angela, we were just talking about you! How have you been?!)
I know you didn’t seek out this person who makes you feel small. It just happens sometimes. And you certainly don’t deserve to have your nose rubbed in your mistakes or your flaws constantly pointed out. We are all flawed. We all make mistakes. We are the same. We all have thoughts that would shame the devil.No one gets away with I’m better than you attitude cause it ‘aint true.
You are a nice person, and that’s why you haven’t said sayonara to this freak yet. Life is short even when you don’t think it is. Free yourself of toxicity! If it’s family, free yourself emotionally and learn how to deal with these difficult people.
Now seek out people who build you up, who make you feel important. Genuine friends don’t place conditions on your relationship and they definitely don’t pack a knife for stabbing you in the back. You know the pure of heart because of how you feel when you’re around them. Do you feel loved? Encouraged? Happy? Accepted for who you are? If you do, then that’s evidence you have got yourself a real friend, and a treasure!
As the philosopher Balastar Gracián once said, True friendship multiplies the good in life and divides its evils. Strive to have friends, for life without friends is like life on a desert island… to find one real friend in a lifetime is good fortune; to keep him is a blessing.
As you travel through life may you know the difference between the impostors and the real deal. And in turn find good fortune, and be blessed.