En-JOY Your Life!Written by Louise Morganti Kaelin
Have you ever noticed that your state of mind, whether you're happy, sad, angry, fearful, feeling any emotion at all, is directly related to what you're thinking? True, there may be an external situation that's causing you to have those thoughts, but it's your thoughts that dictate how you are feeling, not situation. I'm sure you can think of a time when you heard a piece of news that would normally have caused a negative emotion, but you were in such a good mood that it didn't throw you off balance. You were able to look at situation in perspective (the place you usually get to anyway) because you were feeling, and 'thinking', good. In fact, you've used this knowledge. How many times have you picked 'right' time to tell someone bad news, knowing that bad news isn't so bad if you're in a good mood? And when your thoughts are positive, when you're happy, aren't you at your best? Don't you find that you're more productive and creative? Don't you find every aspect of life to be exciting and you look forward to what else it has to offer? I suspect these are days you enjoy most. These are two facts that we all know. But most of us have stopped there and haven't made connection between two. What if we took it to next logical step, which is to control our thoughts, so that we're always (or almost always) in a positive place? Instead of just observing what you're thinking and effect it has on you, if you don't like what you're thinking, consciously choose to change your thoughts to something that makes you happy. This is secret to en-joying your life, to put -- and keep -- joy in your life: constantly monitor your thoughts and when a thought isn't bringing you joy, change it to a thought that does or start enjoying thought you're having. As you go through your day, ask yourself 'Am I enjoying this thought?'. If yes, wonderful! Keep it up. But if you can't answer that question with a loud, resounding, and immediate 'Yes', then it's time to work on your thoughts. You have two options. First, you can choose to change thought and just start thinking of something that does bring you joy. I find this works best if you have some 'joy-ful' thoughts ready, particularly if negative thoughts you are having are recurring ones. Write down 5 negative thoughts you keep having. Cross each one out and write down your 'replacement' thought. For example, if your negative thought was 'I can't help myself', your replacement thought could be 'I can help myself' or 'I love roses in my garden'. It doesn't need to be connected, it just needs to replace old thought and be a thought you enjoy having! Being prepared with a new thought allows you to save valuable and critical time in changing your mood. Every second you have a negative thought, more entrenched it gets.
| | An Unexpected LetterWritten by LeAnn R. Ralph
It was a couple of weeks after Christmas, and I was standing by my mailbox in vestibule of apartment building where I lived in Lexington, Kentucky, holding a letter I had just received. The handwriting was not familiar and neither was return address, although it was postmarked Seattle, Washington, same place where Hannah Paulson used to live.Many years ago when I was a little girl growing up on our dairy farm in west central Wisconsin, Paulsons had lived next door to us. The two farms were only residences located on our mile-long stretch of isolated country road, and during summer, I journeyed down hill a couple of times a week to visit Hannah. With her hair arranged in waves swept back from her forehead and kindly blue eyes twinkling from behind wire-rimmed spectacles, she wore cotton shirtwaist dresses in summer and a blue-and-white or pink-and-white checkered apron. Going to see Hannah was highlight of my summer vacations. There was just something about Mrs. Paulson that drew me to her like bees that were drawn to wild roses growing around her big, old-fashioned farmhouse. I never considered that it might be rather unusual for me to enjoy visiting our elderly neighbor, even though there were no other neighbors with children for me to play with, and no other children in my family (my brother is twenty-one years older than me and my sister is nineteen years older). During summer, Hannah and I would cut and arrange flowers because Mrs. Paulson loved to have flowers in her house. At other times I would find her working on a project, like cleaning out old chicken coop, or painting barn, or weeding her garden. No matter what Hannah was doing, she always let me “help.” On days when it was too hot to be outside, we sat in Mrs. Paulson's kitchen and ate homemade oatmeal cookies. Hannah would ask me about books I was reading (I loved to read), and she would tell me about books she had liked to read when she was a little girl. Hannah and her husband, Bill, had lived in Seattle before they bought farm next to ours. The farm had belonged to a relative of theirs, and they had wanted to live in country again. At one time, they had owned a farm in South Dakota. Hannah had been a kindergarten teacher when they lived in Washington, although she was retired by time they were our neighbors. As Paulsons grew older and farm became too much for them to take care of, they decided to move back to west coast and settled in Oregon. And yet, as I contemplated letter I had just received at my apartment in Lexington, I still couldn’t figure out who would be writing to me from Seattle. Especially since I knew it wasn’t Hannah.
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