You can psyche yourself into situations as much as you can psyche yourself out of them. So why not use that force for good rather than evil?
The Way Things Are is, quite frankly, a shitty story to live by. So why do so many of us resign ourselves to it?
It’s all too easy to let your happiness fall to the whims of external factors . But ultimately, it all comes down to you.
You can’t compare your skills against someone else’s. All that matters is that you do what you were designed to do—and you do the everloving shit out of it.
Circumstances mean nothing. Limitations mean nothing. Obstacles mean nothing. It all comes down to you.
People who get through the day in the hardest of circumstances, who go on against the odds — THAT’s heroism, not cold showers and running triathlons.
How we approach everything–even piddly, mundane tasks–influences how awesome our lives can be.
That little patch of life you think is all that’s out there for you? It’s an illusion. Here’s how to break free.
The philosophical breakdown of the meaning of my new tat. (Thesis: you can be Zen and still fight your little heart out.)
First off, infinite thanks for the incredible outpouring of love and support you all gave me on Monday’s post. I knew you guys would be awesome about it, but I can’t begin to tell you how much all your kind words and encouragement mean to me. I, lover of run-on sentences, TMI, and endless rambling, can’t find enough words to express my love for you all. So you know it’s like way huge. 🙂 An update: The husband and I are going to a counselor this week to discuss local support group options, and talking to his primary care physician about a potential fibro specialist who may be able to give us some better tips on coping. Plus we talked/cried/hugged it out, so things are on the path to getting better. That all said, here’s today’s post: Don’t Mind Me While I Momentarily Become an Annoying Tween… Monday’s post had me entering the office Monday morning with a particularly stormy outlook. Having spent the weekend dwelling on a post that summed up weeks of anger and sadness and worry and stress, I’d finally begun to realize—really realize—that my husband wasn’t going to “get better” and this was going to be our life going forward. Having this hit me left me like one big raw nerve. I’ve gotten pretty good at laughing off my coworker’s Eeyore attitudes. It’s the only way you can get through spending 8 hours a day with people without having their shoddy mindsets bring you down. But this Monday, I wasn’t in the mood for any of it. Oh, was I not in the mood for it… So when my coworkers began their usual grumbling and groaning about all the petty hassles of being a downtrodden secretary (My printer isn’t working! I’m only getting a 55-minute lunch…