"By choosing your thoughts, and selecting which emotional currents you will release and which you will reinforce, you determine the quality of your light. You determine the effects that you will have upon others, and the nature of the experiences of your life".
I read that the other day, and thought that made sense. I have my good days, and bad days. We all do. Some more than others. Most days, I try and keep my head up, and my thoughts positive. Yesterday, was so not one of those days. Not. Even. A. Little.
My hot water heater is just about shot. Some days, the showers are scalding hot. Most, freezing cold. I like to call them "eye openers".
The dishwasher is on it's last leg. We also have a bucket under the pipe beneath the kitchen sink that needs to be emptied daily. Clearly, we need a plumber, but that certainly isn't in the "budget".
And my tires are really getting sketchy. I check the tread daily, and they look a little more "smooth" than they should. And I know it is getting down to the wire with the car insurance bill. Payday is coming, but not quick enough. I felt down yesterday. Frustrated, and scared.
So, today, being a new day, I will try replacing all of my thoughts of doom and gloom....and ignore the utility truck that I am fearing will soon be in my driveway, because water and electric are overdue, and think of something better than this, right now.
Like the apple tree. In my backyard as a kid. Right there, smack in the middle of the yard, beside the weeping willow that held my tree house. It dropped apples like crazy. We never ate them. They all had worm holes and yucky little bugs. The only one that ate them was our dog, Charlie. And he ate them until he vomited EVERYWHERE. My Dad would get crazed from this, so me and my brother were constantly made to go and collect the fallen apples.
One day, my Dad and I went out under the tree. He put a lobster pot on his head, and he fastened a football helmet on me. He wrapped his hands around the trunk, and shook the tree with all of his might. We were showered with apples. I remember the banging sound of them on my helmet, and the pinging on the pot on my father's head. I screamed. I laughed so hard. We both did. It was simply the funniest thing.
I remember growing up thinking apple trees were nuisances. As I was driving the other day, the girls and I were simply amazed by the apple blossoms we saw dotting the road. OK...they could have been some other fruit, but I told them that I thought they were apple blossoms. Molly thought they looked like trees covered in snow. All of us wished we had one, here at our house. That made me smile.
"You determine your light".
I read that the other day, and thought that made sense. I have my good days, and bad days. We all do. Some more than others. Most days, I try and keep my head up, and my thoughts positive. Yesterday, was so not one of those days. Not. Even. A. Little.
My hot water heater is just about shot. Some days, the showers are scalding hot. Most, freezing cold. I like to call them "eye openers".
The dishwasher is on it's last leg. We also have a bucket under the pipe beneath the kitchen sink that needs to be emptied daily. Clearly, we need a plumber, but that certainly isn't in the "budget".
And my tires are really getting sketchy. I check the tread daily, and they look a little more "smooth" than they should. And I know it is getting down to the wire with the car insurance bill. Payday is coming, but not quick enough. I felt down yesterday. Frustrated, and scared.
So, today, being a new day, I will try replacing all of my thoughts of doom and gloom....and ignore the utility truck that I am fearing will soon be in my driveway, because water and electric are overdue, and think of something better than this, right now.
Like the apple tree. In my backyard as a kid. Right there, smack in the middle of the yard, beside the weeping willow that held my tree house. It dropped apples like crazy. We never ate them. They all had worm holes and yucky little bugs. The only one that ate them was our dog, Charlie. And he ate them until he vomited EVERYWHERE. My Dad would get crazed from this, so me and my brother were constantly made to go and collect the fallen apples.
One day, my Dad and I went out under the tree. He put a lobster pot on his head, and he fastened a football helmet on me. He wrapped his hands around the trunk, and shook the tree with all of his might. We were showered with apples. I remember the banging sound of them on my helmet, and the pinging on the pot on my father's head. I screamed. I laughed so hard. We both did. It was simply the funniest thing.
I remember growing up thinking apple trees were nuisances. As I was driving the other day, the girls and I were simply amazed by the apple blossoms we saw dotting the road. OK...they could have been some other fruit, but I told them that I thought they were apple blossoms. Molly thought they looked like trees covered in snow. All of us wished we had one, here at our house. That made me smile.
"You determine your light".
I love this. I just realized I never did comment and tell you that. You just hit the nail on the head so often I forget to stop and tell you that.
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