Thursday, March 15, 2018

Happiness is a Journey

We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, then another. Then we are frustrated that the kids aren't old enough and we'll be more content when they are.

After that, we're frustrated that we have teenagers to deal with. We will certainly be happy when they are out of that stage. We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act together, when we get a nicer car, when we are able to go on a nice vacation or when we retire.

The truth is there's no better time to be happy than right now. If not now, when? Your life will always be filled with challenges. It's best to admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway. Happiness is the way. So, treasure every moment that you have and treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time with... and remember that time waits for no one.

So, stop waiting..
Until your car or home is paid off.
Until you get a new car or home.
Until your kids leave the house.
Until you go back to school.
Until you finish school.
Until you lose 10 lbs.
Until you gain 10 lbs.
Until you get married.
Until you get a divorce.
Until you have kids.
Until you retire.
Until summer.
Until spring.
Until winter.
Until fall.
Until you die.

There is no better time than right now to be happy.

Happiness is a journey, not a destination. So, work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt and dance like no one's watching.

-- Author Unknown

Thursday, March 8, 2018

I am Thankful

For the wife,
Who says it's hot dogs tonight,
Because she is home with me and not out with someone else.

For the husband who is,
On the sofa being a couch potato,
Because he is home with me and not out at the bar.

For the teenager,
Who is complaining about doing dishes,
Because it means she is at home and not on the street.

For the taxes I pay,
Because it means I am employed.

For the mess to clean after a party,
Because it means I have been surrounded by friends.

For clothes that fit a little too snug,
Because it means I have enough to eat.

For my shadow that watches me work,
Because it means I am out in the sunshine.

For a lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning,
And gutters that need fixing, because it means I have a home.

For all the complaining I hear about the government,
Because it means we have freedom of speech.

For the parking spot I find at the far end of the parking lot,
Because it means I am capable of walking
And I have been blessed with transportation.

For my huge heating bill, because it means I am very warm.

For the lady behind me in church who sings off key,
Because it means I can hear.

For the pile of laundry and ironing,
Because it means I have clothes to wear.

For weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day,
Because it means I have been capable of working hard.

For the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours,
Because it means I am ALIVE.

-- Author Unknown

Friday, March 2, 2018

Burned Biscuits

When I was a kid, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then.

I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work.

On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my mom and ask me how my day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that biscuit and eat every bite!

When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I'll never forget what he said: "Honey, I love burned biscuits."

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, "Your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides - a little burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!"

Life is full of imperfect things.. and imperfect people.

I'm not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else. But what I've learned over the years is that learning to accept each others faults - and choosing to celebrate each others differences - is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.

And that's my prayer for you today. That you will learn to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and lay them at the feet of God. Because in the end, He's the only One who will be able to give you a relationship where a burnt biscuit isn't a deal-breaker!

We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship! 

Being happy doesn't mean everything is perfect.
It means you've decided to see beyond the imperfections. 

"Don't put the key to your happiness in someone else's pocket - keep it in your own."

So, please pass me a biscuit. And, yes, the burnt one will do just fine!

-- Author Unknown

Thursday, February 22, 2018

Yes, I am Changing

Yes, I am changing. Days slip into weeks, weeks turn into months and months transform into years. Calendars are changing, and so am I.

Yes, I am changing. In certain things age has mellowed me down, in others, I have become more aggressive. Sometimes I find myself acting very wise and sometimes I just go crazy. Certain issues will have me speaking vociferously whereas at others I just shrug and remain silent.

Yes, I am changing. After loving my parents, my siblings, my spouse, my children, my friends, now I have started loving myself too.

Yes, I am changing. I just realized that I am not “Atlas” and the world does not rest on my shoulders.

Yes, I am changing. I pay the cab driver and walk away without waiting for the change. The extra money might bring a smile on his face. After all, he is toiling much harder for a living than me.

Yes, I am changing. I have learned not to correct people even when I know they are wrong. After all, the onus of making everyone perfect is not on me. Peace is more precious than perfection.

Yes, I am changing. I give compliments freely and generously. After all its a mood enhancer not only for the recipient but also for me.

Yes, I am changing. I have learned not to bother about my creased shirt or mismatched skirt. After all, personality speaks louder than appearances.

Yes, I am changing. I am learning not to let others make me feel incompetent. After all, I am not only what they see in me. I might not be good at certain things but I am excellent at others.

Yes, I am changing. I walk away from people who don’t value me. After all, they might not know my worth, but I do.

Yes, I am changing. I remain cool when someone plays dirty politics to outrun me in the rat race. After all, I am not a rat and neither am I in any race.

Yes, I am changing. I am learning not to be embarrassed by my emotions. After all, it’s my emotions that make me human.

Yes, I am changing. I now tell people if I like them. After all, there is nothing wrong in liking someone.

Yes, I am changing. I demand whatever is due to me. After all, accepting injustice is almost as bad as doing injustice.

Yes, I am changing. I have learned to live each day as if it were the last. After all, it might be the last.

Yes, I am changing. I am doing what makes me happy. After all, I am responsible for my happiness, and I owe it to me. My remote control is with me only. And I am loving the new me!

-- Rashmi Trivedi

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Volunteer Victims

It’s a great temptation to volunteer as a victim. Do you know that we sign up for that job?

A man who dined regularly in his favorite restaurant complained about the bread. It wasn’t fair, he emphasized, that other restaurants served lots of bread. But here he gets only one piece.

So the next time he came in, they served him four pieces. He still complained it wasn’t enough.

On his next visit his server brought him a dozen pieces of bread. The man still complained.

For his next visit they put a large basket of bread on the table. But still he complained. “The other restaurants give all the bread you can eat.”

They decided to be ready for him the next day. They had an enormous loaf of bread prepared. It was six feet long and two feet wide. Four people carried the loaf to his table. They plopped it down in front of him. It took up half the table and hung over both sides. The chef stood back, pleased with himself, to see how the customer would react.

He looked over the loaf and commented, “So, we’re back to one piece again, are we?”

Like this man, we volunteer to be victims, but in more subtle ways. We believe life is unfair, people are untrustworthy and we are getting a bad shake. We think everyone should know just how terrible things are and we feel obliged to tell them.

One man says of a friend that he hates to ask her how she is feeling because he knows ahead of time what she will say. “You get an organ recital from her,” he says. She dwells on her health problems to the exclusion of everything good in her life.

The problem is, life sometimes is unfair and we can be victimized. But the greater truth is, people can decide whether they are victims or are victors. They can feel helpless and miserable, or they can try to feel strong. Happy people have learned that they cannot always control their circumstances, but they can often control how they will respond.

Lewis Dunning said, “What life means to us is determined not so much by what life brings to us as by the attitude we bring to life; not so much by what happens to us as by our reaction to what happens.

You were born to be a victor! You were meant to be happy! Will you claim your birthright today?

-Steve Goodier (Life Support System)