Observe Yourself

I have been reading lately.  I’ve got three books going right now.  One is about waking up brains, Kids Beyond Limits  by Anat Baniel.  Another is about being positive, Positivity by Barbara Fredrickson. The last one is about racism, Stamped From the Beginning by Ibram X. Kendi.

I observed many things after reading these books. Well, I haven’t finished any of them yet.  The first observation is that I have a lot of negative thoughts.  I write often about the things that go wrong.  I complain a lot.  I need to be more positive.  I need to praise!  There are so many wonderful things that happen in my life.  Yet I mostly observe those that are not going right.

I also observed my son.  I notice that his movements happen when he is deep in thought. His body just flies away as if it is following him mind.  He is making up wonderful stories in there.  He is re-living his favorite scenes from movies.  He just doesn’t realize that he is spinning next to the china cabinet, or the desk where I have my coffee next to the computer.  I observe this.  What can I do to change it?  I guess that I have got to finish the book.  Right now we are working on paying attention to movement.

Right now, I am observing that the coffee and the Pseudoephedrine have worked.  I was exhausted and had a headache a while ago.  But now I am wide awake and I wonder if I will even be able to sleep once I go to bed.

It is important to observe yourself.  To observe the bad habits that you have or the good ones that you hope to develop.  But no one is going to be perfect.  Me least of all.  At least I can take some time to think about the positive things in life.

I’d like to have the habit of joy.  That is what I need.

The Dumb Rush


Why are you in a hurry?

Oh, it is because you are important!

What is wrong with me I should know.

Every one who is important has so much to do.

They never stop.

They don’t have time to eat.

They don’t have time to sleep.

They only have friends who are as rushed as they are.

I guess I only have friends who are willing to slow down.

I hate rushing.

I always have.

Every since we had timed math tests in school.

Why do we have to do everything fast?

I am not interested in imporatance.

If They Were Identical


I told my kids one day that I had learned so much from raising my oldest son that I wouldn’t make any mistakes with the younger two.  The only problem is that the boys are not identical. Even though I may have learned some lessons from raising one, I can’t necessarily apply those lessons to the others.   The challenges that each child faces are so different.  And the difficulties that they pose to the parents are as unique as the children themselves.

New lessons must be learned  with every child.  I wonder how many children a person would have to raise before she would really, really, really become an expert.


Compromise“No Compromise!” We lift the banner high.  It means simply that we will not settle for doing a shoddy job on something.  Or that we will not accept a lie for the truth.

And yet for the sake of peace shouldn’t we note.  There are very few important things in this world…really.  There are so many ways to see the world if we sit and we look.

The one thing though that is worth holding to is the truth.  I can compromise about what kind of music you like.  I can compromise about the words that you like to use to express yourself and the way that you like to dress.

It doesn’t bother me if you praise the Lord with your hands in the air, or if you want to stand still and enjoy the beauty of ritual.

But the truth that Jesus is the word of life.  That he holds all things in his hands.  That he has shown us the very truth of God.

You don’t have to agree with me about it.  But I am not going to believe it any less.  Because there is a difference between opinion and truth.

It is simply not possible to compromise truth.  Either it is or it isn’t.  Even if no one knows till the last days it will stand.

I am an incredibly easy going person.  Because I don’t make a big deal about many things.  My house can be a little messy.  A friend can be late or even cancel a get together. My husband doesn’t have to buy me flower on Valentines day.

But the truth stands for itself.  It really has nothing to do with me at all.  I just believe it.



Bewildered by the brilliant stars, she starts out her day.  The sun is still hours from rising.  But that does not stop her.  She rises because there are things than should be done.  No…really, there are things that she wants to do.

She could get by with bare minimum. Her job as defined by her.  But isn’t there so much more?  Could she do this every day?  Could she reach for the stars and maybe catch one?



Sign me up!  I’ll join!  I believe in the cause!  Put my name down!

Oh…What?  I have to show up?  You mean for me to be a part of the decision making team I have to show up to the meetings?  Why?  Can’t I just shout my opinions over the internet?  Can’t I just let you know what I think and complain about what you think?

I want the world to change but I don’t want to enroll in the call to change it.  I want to stay in bed when they are busy counting heads.

What can I say.  It is easy to enroll in something.  It takes work to actually be present.