My blinding flash of the obvious this morning: Where two or more are gathered, do not lament, praise.
I’m not a big “lamenter,” but I natter to Ruckus a lot. So I pondered my BFO, and I have decided as an exercise each day to take some time to consciously praise that which I am nattering about.
Two things instantly popped up…both itsy-bitsy items of no account whatsoever, except to my nattering mind. One had to do with a cartoon that a friend sent that I interpreted and resisted as politicizing Memorial Day, the other a remark a friend had made about watering plants. I hadn’t even realized I had personalized that remark until I heard me nattering about it this morning.
I consciously took some 10 minutes to just think each of those through, being thankful for seeing each as pure, just pure, nothing personal attached to either. I felt better for just having done the exercise…we’ll see what, if any, results I get (meaning how natter-free I remain).
Thank you.
May 25, 2015 Update: Praising my two items must have worked...I have no memory of what they were about even. If , however, praising the two teeny problems isn't what did it, then aging no doubt is...so I'll praise my age because why not? Lamenting it is just a downer. There. That's proof positive that praise is better than lamenting...anything!
Again, thank you.
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