The great irony of writing a blog dedicated to promoting happiness and positive thinking is that we don’t always feel that way. Sometimes life feels gloomy, and sometimes storm clouds… Read more »
By Kathy Smith How often do you hear of something that’s true or see a movie “based on a true story” and find yourself thinking, “Why am I just now… Read more »
Sometime last year I was browsing the self-help section of my favorite used bookstore, McKay, when I stumbled across a book called A Complaint Free World by Unity Minister Will Bowen…. Read more »
In my head, I’m much more crafty than I am in real life. Not crafty in a sneaky way, but crafty in the language of ribbons and bows and perfectly crocheted or baked or scrapbooked items. This year, I decided to whip up a batch of Cookies in a Jar from a recipe I found on Pinterest, tie the perfect little bow, and then voila, I’d have the perfect gift for my coworkers and friends. It started out well. I got all of my ingredients and even snagged the last set of quart-sized Mason jars from the store. “Wow. This is working out perfectly,” I thought.
I sometimes approach tasks in life like a one-armed plate spinner. I run from this task to that task and just try to keep all of the plates spinning at once hoping they won’t come crashing down around me. Sometimes, though, the tasks pile up in what truly can feel like an avalanche. And the weight of the collective volume can be overwhelming. On those days, I look at a worn fortune, taped on my computer screen, a remnant of a long-ago Chinese meal. It’s small type on the simple white strip reads: No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible.
So, dear Pink Typewriter Friends, maybe you’re wondering where I’ve been. It’s been — gasp — months since I’ve posted anything and a couple of days longer than that since I’ve posted anything that I was happy with. My last real post bared my soul on the not-having-kids front, and to be honest, I’ve needed some time to recover from the vulnerability.
The attitude of millenials seems to be a hot topic of conversation these days. I hear my friends and colleagues complaining about Generation Y’s lack of drive, constant need for approval, and entitlement mentality. It has me pondering the era in which I was raised and how it has affected my view of the world. As a child spending my formative and teenage years in the 1980’s, what was I taught about work ethic, motivation, and success? It was definitely an outlook that has shaped my life in ways I’m only just coming to understand.
How many times have we been told to focus hard on making a big change? Break it down into small steps! Write out a plan! Focus on creating a habit every day for three months and it will stick with you!! Blah, blah, blah. We’ve heard it a million times, but how often has it “stuck” for you? For me, not too often. So, imagine my surprise yesterday in my tennis lesson when I realized I had made a change to something I had been wanting to improve without focusing directly on it. I had improved my attitude about a small thing by looking at the bigger picture, not the smaller steps.
I like pretty umbrellas. For years, I had one that was white and looked like flowers had rained down on it. My favorite one now has pretty red birds helping to shelter me from the rain. When I shop for a new umbrella, I try to find the cheeriest one out there. Often, my choice leaves my hubby saying “That’s okay. I’ll get wet.” should we find ourselves walking together in the rain. Driving Larry into the rain isn’t my point, but my umbrella choices are on purpose. They’re designed not simply to fight away the rain, but also to fight away the gloominess that descends with it.
I’m GREAT at starting new things. One day, it’s a new plan to walk every day or go to the gym. The next, I’m making a commitment to count my carbs. Then, I’m focusing on learning an awesome new craft. Yet, like so many, I find myself bemoaning the fact that you have to exercise or eat right more than once to be healthy or that it takes hours of practice to learn a new skill. I want to see improvement, and I WANT IT NOW. I am learning the importance of what I call the Power of Passionate, Patient Persistence.
I think many of us struggle with identifying the need for an actual change. We are not outwardly unhappy, but we feel like we are drifting and that something is missing in our lives. We are searching for something and we believe we must make a big change to find it. But do we need to go looking for our acre of diamonds somewhere else or is it already staring us in the face? Does our pursuit of happiness necessitate a big change or does it just require us to be mindful of how we can look at our current situation in a different way?
I am reading the most amazing book, The Gifts of Imperfection by Brene Brown. The other night, in the middle of a chapter talking about learning to accept myself for who I am and not who I think I should be, I sent myself an email saying “Blog about ‘as is.'” You’ve seen that, right, on a used car? “As is.” Those words always make me wonder what’s hidden behind that disclaimer. But, when it comes to ourselves, we need to realize that we’ve been created to be just who we are. Each of us is unique; each is special.
I heard a wonderful story today from the head of the Georgia Chamber of Commerce as he spoke to our Rotary Club. He told the tale of Georgia’s 1915-1916 study to develop a comprehensive growth plan for the state. Among the advice received, the modern-day committee discovered, was a call for a comprehensive barns plan. In those early years of the 20th century, the proposer reasoned, the state wanted to encourage tourist travel within Georgia and, with hotels few and far between, the solution was simple — investing state funds in sprucing up the lofts of barns so travelers would find a nice place to rest their heads. I love that suggestion.
Last week I think a coined a new phrase in the world of psychology. I call it flash depression. Here’s how it came about. I had a perfectly normal Thursday at work and was looking forward to playing my tennis match that evening. I got to the courts and it was cold and a bit windy, but still, I looked forward to warming up and getting some great exercise playing a sport I love. I had accidentally skipped my morning gym workout (a.k.a I completely forgot to set my alarm AND didn’t have my Fitbit on which automatically goes off at 6:30 a.m.), so I was really hyped about getting my steps in. I’ve got to get my 10,000 steps!
Hey everyone! Sorry this is a bit late today. Life, and my forgetful mind, sometimes get in the way! But today, better late than never, is the first day of our Love Letters to Yourself Contest! Monday through Friday, we’ll be posting an inspiring, love yourself quote on the blog, Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest. Share one of these messages on your Facebook, Twitter or Pinterest feed and we’ll put you in a random drawing for our Love Letters to Yourself Gift Pack chock full of cute goodies!
Dana wrote a great post yesterday about what she learned last week as she caught herself making mountains out of molehills. Well, I completely share Dana’s tendency to do just that — to overreact and make things harder than they really need to be. And I am grateful that the Pink Typewriter journey is helping me at least recognize when I’m doing it even if I haven’t quite been able to stop the reactions all together. For me, though, last week held a completely different lesson.
Last week was a stressful week full of small annoyances and petty grievances along with a healthy dose of anxiety. Put all those in a big pot and stir them together with a dash of PMS and you have the makings of one unhappy stew of emotions. I made a few mountains out of molehills and by the end of the week I was tired from climbing them. Being positive can be hard work! If it’s one thing I’ve learned from my own journey towards greater positivity it’s that it is easy to have relapses into negativity.
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I never feel like the new year has officially begun until after my birthday is over. Being a January baby has its advantages. For me, the celebratory feeling from Christmas… Read more »
Most of you know that Dana and I work together in our professional lives as well as in the Pink Typewriter World. We’re blessed to work with some pretty incredible… Read more »