“When you pray for something, believe you already have it…and then you will receive it.”
“Ultimately, it’s how do I respond to what to happens (that matters) not what actually happens. That is your area of freedom. You can choose to respond consciously and then you are not at mercy to what happens to you.”
I’m thinking about becoming a pescatarian…
Really? I thought you were a devout Catholic!
It’s not what, why, where, or when you do it.
…because what you focus on GROWS!
It’s easy to complain and not realize it. Some believe that venting is healthy. It can even become a bonding experience: sharing complaints with your co-workers can provide a false sense of camaraderie. The problem is, it can become a habit and then become a part of your personality.
You don’t want to be that person!
Be firm and let people know your boundaries, but…
Focus, instead, on what you DO want. And get going!
I was shopping in a clothing store yesterday. I overheard one lady tell another, “Tag these before you put those away.” She said it in a very bossy and unkind way.
The other lady responded in a cheery tone, “Sounds good! I will definitely do that.”
Another command in a cold tone followed: “When you’re done with those, these need to be put away.”
“Got it! I will do it right away. No problem!”
For a second, I wondered if they were joking around. But there was no joviality or levity with the first lady. She was dead serious. The commands continued with the same enthusiastic, positive voice responding. They didn’t share a laugh. It was a genuine conversation with the junior retailer maintaining a positive demeanor.
The cheery saleslady demonstrated true persistence and integrity. Most people react to negativity with more negativity. In remaining unchanged, the lively retailer took responsibility for her own actions and her own feelings. She was unshakably positive. This is what is meant by “non-reaction” (Tolle). This is one of the keys to inner peace.
I’m grocery shopping on a Saturday morning.
It’s crowded and I’m behind two elderly ladies who are walking slowly. I want to go faster. I feel anxious. But I keep frustration at bay. When the lane clears, I will get past them. Besides, someday, I, too, will have white hair, age spots and arthritis. They are cute. Are they sisters?
Suddenly, someone sighs heavily behind me. His cart dashes passed me and then passed the ladies, to our left. He is a very fit and tan man in his thirties. Swiftly, he parks his cart in front of the glass doors, reaches for yogurt and throws it into his cart. He scurries out of sight.
How dare he! He could hurt someone! What a menace…
My indignation softens. I actually feel sorry for him. He’s in some kind of pain which manifests itself this way. If he was happy, he wouldn’t act that way.
Choosing to see him in this light, my anger dissolves.