How To Be Mature Even When You Don’t Want To Be! 3 Helpful Tips (To Change The World)

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I’ve already explained HERE how to be mature.

You’re welcome!

And since that covers everything I know about the topic, I don’t have much more to say, except that I found myself in a (very rare!) instance where I was tempted (but didn’t succumb!) to acting with less than total maturity – The usual way that I conduct myself.

As I travelled recently, I sauntered across the line into injustice, which roused my dormant immaturity. I don’t usually cross over to the side where injustice lives. I like to stand firmly planted where the power is. (For example, read my marriage advice here!)

This is what happened.

“Welcome to the USA!” the signs read, cheerful people reaching through the posters to greet us.

Then the signs directed “Foreigners”, like us Canadians, to a long line of about 500 people waiting to enter US Customs, but our line-up only had 1 (that’s “ONE”) Customs Agent.

And when we finally arrived at Customs, my teen daughter ADMITTED (“WHY OH WHY did I teach her to tell the TRUTH?” I lamented with agony!) to forgetting to throw away her banana peel. She ignored or was too intimidated by the guys with guns at the customs depot to obey me when my eyes tried every manner of saying, “DROP the banana peel confession!”

So this little truthful confession cast into a deeper level of airport hell with the other Felons.

And there were no bathrooms during that long line up OR in the extra hell section of the airport we were in waiting for the Banana Felony to be absolved. And there was no water fountain. The lady before us was faint and had to sit on the floor just before her turn at Customs.

I felt like an animal waiting in a cage, the justice for basic human needs rising within me.

Not long after this, 3 hours later, when my sing songs, manic video watching and dancing about could no longer contain the fact that “I would like to use the bathroom please”, I was finally, reluctantly, given a pass out of the “Banana Felony” section of the airport.

Then the toilet wouldn’t flush. (It wasn’t just a number one but something more significant).

“Take that LAX airport!” I thought with great satisfaction!

There is justice in the world, after all!

After washing my hands, I suddenly realized it would be the hardest working person in the airport, the immigrant without much English, the one who is a post-doc in Moldova and whose 8-year-old child will one day end the Ebola epidemic. It would be that person who would encounter my indignant attempt at injustice.

I found a way to flush the toilet. (As I reflect, it was surprising how EASY it was to flush the toilet when one REALLY wanted to do it!)

“Did I find myself rejoicing in what I think I was rejoicing in?” my more mature self asked my recently victorious self several minutes later.

Yes, BUT I rose to the occasion and ACTED MATURELY!

Here’s how!

You’re welcome!

Good luck!

Three Tips to acting maturely EVEN WHEN YOU DON’T FEEL LIKE IT:

1) Try to remember that there are other people in the world besides you.

2) It’s okay that you aren’t friends with Trump, or someone in high places who has “connections,” and can bail you out of deep water when you are in trouble. (In fact, this may be a very good thing!) Something good happens to our soul when we suffer a little and brush up against a tiny measure of the injustice that most people around the world experience daily. This small measure of injustice can build compassion for the less fortunate if we let it (See Point #1).

An estimated 5 billion people have unmet justice needs globally, including people who cannot obtain justice for everyday problems, people who are excluded from the opportunity the law provides, and people who live in extreme conditions of injustice.

Source: World Justice Project

3) Let’s let the small injustices we experience be fuel to help another who has no power and regularly experiences this.

As the song below plays, consider asking God, “Is there someone I know experiencing injustice I can help support?” Who comes to mind? How can you reach out to them this week?

Will you rise?

Photo credit: Wise looking man by Parker Johnson on Unsplash

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How To Make Homeschooled Kids Cool

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Yah! I know! My homeschooled kids had phases where they looked (a bit) nerdy.

And we all know that being cool MATTERS.

We know that our kids fitting in MATTERS!

Click HERE to continue reading this previously published post.*

*Let’s admit it! – You weren’t really listening the first time you read it!

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Agonizing Over A Homeschooling Decision? Advice: Think About 4 Cons

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For most of us, deciding whether to homeschool or not is an agonizing decision.

So, let’s say we choose to homeschool. What if we wake up one Saturday late because we are exhausted and realize with terror that we’ve ruined our kids? That they are irrevocably broken?

Click HERE to continue reading this previously published post.*

*Let’s admit it! – You weren’t really listening the first time you read it!

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We Travel For This One Hidden, Self-Deceived Reason

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I’m feeling sad because today is the last day of our holidays.

I’m surprised because I’m going home to an awesome life! I mean, I take great pains to portray an image of having a fantastic life for you! (Why else would you read this stuff?)

I tenderly opened the depths of my heart to my empathetic husband, and he said something along the lines of, “Well, of course, you’re not happy to be going home! You’re a nutcase there!”

Actually, on reflection, he phrased it closer to, “You’re more stressed out trying to get a million things done at home.”

After I yelled at him and sulked for a while, I had coffee with Jesus, and that’s when I realized my husband was right.

(Don’t you hate it when that happens? I still haven’t admitted it to him, though. He is living under my condemnation, which increases the power balance in my favor for a while. I’ll be less mad at him the next time I do something stupid, and the power shifts in his favor. There’s some more free marriage advice! You’re welcome! Good luck!)

But we’re not done talking about this end-of-the-vacation-sadness thing.

The insight I had today is that the reason why we travel is . . .

. . . to get away from OURSELVES.

I mean, away from that feeling of wanting to be Jesus, get everything done, help everyone around you, and learn how to live a better life and stuff like that.

Wait. We’re not supposed to want to BE Jesus. It’s hard to keep all of that theology straight!

I left my To-Do list at home for just a week while we were on holiday. I left my neurotic rambling to try to figure out how to live a purposeful life closed up in my journal. Instead of powering through these lists and creating more lists, I simply enjoyed drinking fresh coconut water by the beach and laughing with the people I love.

And so it’s not that we need to get away from a particular PLACE to relax.

I’ve realized with startling insight and uncharacteristic blindness to my motivations that what I need to get away from is actually just ME.

Do you have any Type B  friends? Type B people seem to be more relaxed and don’t seem to wind themselves up so tightly about whether their life has meaning and unimportant stuff like that. I don’t happen to hang around any Type B people.

We don’t get along.

But perhaps the point of this trip is that shifting ever so slightly into that place where we put the responsibility for the meaningfulness of our lives onto the broad shoulders of Jesus is one of the ways that the weights can fall off of our lives so we can rise and soar like we’re meant to.

worms eye view photography of eagle flying across the sky

He energizes those who get tired, gives fresh strength to dropouts. For even young people tire and drop out, young folk in their prime stumble and fall.
But those who wait upon God get fresh strength. They spread their wings and soar like eagles

The Message

So no, I am not saying that Type B people have something we can learn from because I’m definitely not humble enough to admit that yet!

However, admitting that I’m not God is a good start!

And we all start somewhere!

I hope this helps you!

You’re welcome!

Good luck!

As the lyrics of the song below sing, “It’s all I can do to get up in the morning . . . But where else can I go . . . but to you?” do you see Jesus holding out his arms to you like a father, bidding his small child to rest in his arms? As you quietly rest in his arms and take some deep breaths there, what do you sense him saying to you as the rest of the song plays?

God, we carry burdens and responsibilities that are too big for us. We finally, reluctantly, hand them over to you, and we receive the peace of knowing that holding your hand as we live our lives allows you to carry the responsibility for a life well-lived. Wake us up to how we try to carry what only you have strong enough shoulders to bear.

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For A More Authentic Travel Experience, Embrace Your Inner Idiot!

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I’ve been thinking a lot about how we, as a culture, travel lately. Our family is travelling this week in a middle-income country. I was amazed at the most popular tourist tour, which allows travellers to:  

(1) Be terrified tubing down a river with rapids and canyons,

(2) Horseback ride in the nearby wilderness, 

(3) Zip-line through a canyon inclusive of rock climbing and Tarzan swings 250 feet above the ground, and

(4) Experience mud baths in about 10 different pools of varying temperatures.

And this is all done in one day.

It got me thinking, “Really? Do we need to do that many things in one day to keep our high-revving ‘I’m bored’ switch turned off? Is there another way?”

I think there is another healthier way – To be willing to look like an idiot!

For example, we hired a guy to point out the types of birds lurking in the sidelines everywhere we travelled but that we didn’t have eyes to see.

Check out this bird!

We saw this greater-than-full-size likeness painted on a restaurant wall later that day, which I also wouldn’t have given more than a passing glimpse a few days prior. 

“That’s a Turquoise-Browed Motmot!” I exclaimed in delight, my neck twitching. I recently learned that this is a common side effect of birding. Here below is the bird in real life.

Can you imagine how incredible it would be to see this bird in real life, aided only by a telescope or binoculars?

It was thrilling.

And wasn’t even the bird tour itself that was the most thrilling – It was more the effect it had on waking us all up to an unseen reality. “What is that?” our 16-year-old daughter exclaimed two days after the bird tour, stopping mid-step on a mundane walk, her ears alert to an unusual bird call, one none of us would have noticed a few days before. Her ears became more sensitive.

When we slow down and notice the stuff around us that we can’t usually see because of the comfort we rely on of all our distractions to avoid thinking or feeling the thoughts that matter, life gets a little more fun.

Sometimes, Holy Spirit even breathes on the wind as we’re going about our day, and if our ears aren’t filled with noise, with luck, we may have picked our ears up off the floor and attached them to our heads long enough to maybe catch a word or two God utters to our hearts.

Got time to find your ears, friend, and attach them for a few minutes?

“You hear [the wind] rustling through the trees, but you have no idea where it comes from or where it’s headed next. That’s the way it is with everyone ‘born from above’ by the wind of God, the Spirit of God.”

Jesus, the guy one-third of the world claims to follow (He’s cool!)

And then we don’t need quite as many amphetamines or adrenaline or even indulging in the types of activities that go against the best versions of the very souls we were created to be.

“If you’re not going into the ocean, or you’re not going to the top of a mountain, or you’re not going into the woods or the rain forest, the only alternative is [an] assault on the senses.”

Paul Schulick, New Chapter*

It’s just you and a bird and nature and a little bit of humility to realize that you may also not know the difference between the call of a Pygmy owl and a White-Winged dove (True story- Don’t judge me!).

But there are also no hangovers, ego promotion or moments of regret.

Being a loser definitely has its advantages!

Try being an idiot, too, the next time you travel!

You’re welcome!

Good luck!

When the lyrics sing, “I don’t want to miss it”, consider asking God, “Would you heal my ears so I won’t miss the melody You are singing over my life?”

God, thank you that You delight in reattaching our ears that so quickly fall off in the distractions of life. Show us how to keep our ears near, that we can hear the sound that propels us into a life of adventure, with You, we pray.

Footnotes

*I actually read this quote in the book Ageless by Suzanne Somers, but I’m too embarrassed to admit to reading that book. (No offence, Suzanne – You are intelligent even if the TV personality you portrayed was not!) And besides, why would I be reading an anti-aging book? No reason! Of course I’m PERFECTLY accepting of the natural aging process – Thank you very much! 

Photo credits: Slow penguin crossing by Casey Horner on Unsplash, Turquoise- Browed Motmots by Bernal Fallas on Unsplash.

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How To Break Through Travel Barriers – (Listen For Love)

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Do you ever travel to a new country and feel as if somehow you have travelled inside a large glass box, with carefully placed posters on every wall so that you can’t see outside?

How can I see the actual “them” – the people who live in the place I am visiting as a tourist?

We travelled to a lower-income nation recently, and glass walls abounded. We were visibly the tourists. Despite long looks from a passerby – despite seeing a glimpse of a local’s hand through the glass walls laden with posters – even so, culture and financial inequalities ultimately separated our shared humanity.

It was love that broke through the impenetrable travel barriers.

Brochures distributed to tourists in this country clearly warned: “Do not leave valuables unattended.” And the pictures were those of children. A warning to keep kids close. Common sense anywhere. 

So as we drove to church that Sunday, I prepped the kids ahead of time so they would stay with us in the service, regardless of whether there was a children’s program.

They nodded and looked out the glass windows of the car.

But as children often do, through a look, a smile, and then holding hands and a hug, our 8-year-old quickly made a new friend a few minutes before church started.

“Oh, Mommy, can I go too?” my daughter’s shrill voice echoed loudly down the church hall as her new friend paraded to the children’s program ten minutes later.

I smiled, nodded, and followed my daughter, changing my plans and sacrificing my attendance at church so I could sit with her in her program. Seeing the huge smile on her face, it was not much of a sacrifice. I felt the claws of my mother bear hands protruding from my paws at the thought of leaving my child with these people.

“They would have to kill me first,” was my knee-jerk reaction to my inner question of whether I would leave this child with these people.

Who were these people anyway? What did they value? I had noticed the ten-foot-high iron gate at one location. Who were they keeping out or in? What were the relative risks?

I didn’t know.

I would be content to sit and watch my child play in her Sunday school program.

But what I wasn’t prepared for, what I didn’t have any defence against, was the love of God poured into my heart. What would I do with this water, this love for the people around me, pooling at my feet? “Where do I put this water?” I called out to God.

Leave the water here and come with me, He seemed to nudge my heart.

Back to the church service?

Yes, He assured me.

And so I left.

And His peace came with me. And His peace sat with me, calmed me when I remembered the folly of my actions, leaving my child with – who are these people? Panic would rise in my chest, and God would reassure and calm me again.

For some reason, it seemed important that I trust my child to these people –

To His people.

And as I knelt to receive communion at the front, tears poured down my cheeks. Again, I was reminded that I am somehow part of a family, even of a family of people of whom I don’t even know their names. We are united in love, somehow. And I am not alone, no, never truly alone. How am I truly alone when love surrounds me?

When the service ended, I went outside, past the church, to the children’s building, collecting the piece of my heart that had been ripped away from me for a short while by our Savior Himself. 

I was astonished at the responses I received.

Six or more women, strangers, saw me and then spontaneously threw their arms around me, one after another, as I walked by them.

We didn’t say a word to each other. But these women knew what I gave them. Trust. The ultimate symbol of love. And they loved me because I loved them. And I loved them because I knew that they first loved her.

And so, the walls separating our cultures were entirely demolished that day.

God, from the wounds of your cross flow the waters of your love. May the waters of love pour from our tiny sacrifices, too, as we obey You, prompting our hearts. Continue to heal our hearts with your love for us, and with our love for each other, we pray.

I in them and you in me, that they may become perfectly one, so that the world may know that you sent me and loved them even as you loved me.

Jesus Christ

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The Best Strategies You Need To Cure Boredom During Travel- Cultivate 4 Helpful Strategies!

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On the plane, I was impressed by the elderly gentleman playing chess on his iPad. He stared at the same screen as I walked past him on three washroom breaks. “I want to be him when I’m old,” I thought, comparing his chosen activity to the 123 screens per second approach of the average TikTok user I also passed on the way to the bathroom.

And no, the older man playing chess wasn’t senile, staring at the same screen for no reason (I don’t think)!

And so, how can we cure boredom and grow our intellectual prowess when we travel, you wonder? I’m glad you asked! Try cultivating these four helpful strategies:

1. Cultivate an innate curiosity for the wonders of modern travel technology!

The technology they have is fantastic nowadays at airports! For example, while waiting to board a flight, the announcement said, “If you try to board the plane out of order from the group number you are assigned, our system knows and will automatically alert us!”

Aren’t you glad for the prowess of modern technological innovations?

“Plus,” I thought, “the group number is printed on your ticket in bold letters, and the people who check your tickets can read.”

Still, take a moment to be impressed, friend!

2. Cultivate a deep understanding of every detail of the flight emergency plan!

“Jump onto the evacuation slide and move AWAY from the airplane,” we were told in the safety demo. After this talk, my husband and I put our heads together to remember the relevant details. “But once we’ve jumped onto the slide, what direction should we travel again? 

Was it TOWARDS or AWAY from the plane? 

How will we keep all these details straight?” we wondered.

Thankfully, however, we have an opportunity to stretch our minds as we deeply ponder these details!

3. Cultivate suggestions for improvement to help the airline you are travelling with!

On our first travel day, two airplanes returned to the gate for “flagged maintenance concerns.” Really! Who cares about stuff like that? 

We have been ignoring the check engine light on our car for WEEKS, for example, and nothing bad has EVER happened!

And besides, we want to GET THERE FAST!

Thankfully, there are people like us who can offer suggestions to the flight maintenance crew on behalf of all of the customers surrounding us, all of whom had similar thoughts to ours, as we could tell by overhearing their exultations after this announcement!

4. Cultivate thankfulness!

My strategy is to consider how things could be even worse and to develop thankfulness for how things are! 

For example, I left my four-footed companion at home*, so I’m thankful we don’t also have to find the “relief areas for service dogs,” which seem to appear randomly at the worst timing, in addition to navigating our lost baggage, our lost connections (and where DID that other child go, anyway?)!

And cultivate thankfulness.

The Message

The point is that maybe you won’t grow intellectually, on second thought, but you’ll have fun even amidst the ridiculousness of life! And that sure beats being on the verge of having a stroke, like the guy standing next to us in line almost did, as his face turned purple and he blurted incoherently and randomly during our wait in this lineup for 1.5 hours.

It SAYS “Customer Assistance”!

I’m not sure how his “having a stroke” strategy works in his favour, but we all have our methods!

I hope some of these helpful strategies work for you!

You’re welcome!

Good luck!

Footnotes

*My dog IS a “service dog” because he is a sleep aid. (His sleeping example reminds me that if I had food and time outside today, and someone loves me, I have nothing to worry about, so I can sleep, too!)

Photo credit: People on plane by Gerrie van der Walt on Unsplash

How To Watch Out For The Clues Neuroses Leave To Become Emotionally Healthier

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I always wanted to be one of those travel bloggers who flits around the world, sips piña coladas in exotic locations,* and dazzles the world with my magnificent travelling wisdom!

And now I have that chance!

As you all know, I’m an expert! That is because I write stuff online, of course. (Only experts write stuff online!)

And since I am an expert and CURRENTLY travelling, I could offer my travel advice to you, too!

So, this week, we’ve headed off to Costa Rica.

Regarding travelling advice to share with you, unfortunately, I shamelessly booked all the same places and destinations my friend told me she went to when she told me about her trip, and I felt jealous.**

Then I went back to eating my bags of cookies and playing video games like I usually do every night.

However, I know something about Costa Rica because I lived there for several monthsmany years ago! But I’m not so good at telling people boring stuff like where to stay when travelling because I usually get distracted thinking about more profound things. And what I have been thinking about lately is: 

“How can revisiting people and places we haven’t seen in a while reveal to us how we’ve changed?”

For example, the last time I was in Costa Rica, I was struggling with my identity arising from the perceived cultural value of my employment.

Twenty-five years later (this week) I realized I had fallen into the same old trap. Perhaps this is the modern mind virus I’ve picked up by drinking deeply of the cultural waters surrounding me. This cultural mind virus is especially distressing for me, however, as God had the audacity to call me into a career that lacks cultural esteem.

You are called to do the very thing you fear.

Pastor Bill Johnson

And so perhaps because I notice the same neuroses over the years, the same places I trip and fall as I journey through life, that this is also a key to the very area I need to surrender to God’s purposes, the key stumbling block on the life journey God is pointing me towards. 

And that’s how we can awaken to the clues that allow our observed neuroses (when we finally stop to notice them) to lead us on our journey to emotional health.)***

In the mess of your neuroses, and with some digging, may you also find a key to emotional freedom!

Keep digging, friend!

Under the muck, God delights in hiding treasure. May you have the courage to keep digging.

God’s kingdom is like a treasure hidden in a field for years and then accidentally found by a trespasser. The finder is ecstatic—what a find!—and proceeds to sell everything he owns to raise money and buy that field.

The Message

Footnotes

*Wait. On closer inspection, is that just a wallpaper “tropical scene” behind them in the Zoom meeting?

**Shamelessly do what others do to find meaning in life!

***By then offering our neuroses to Jesus, of course, once we’ve noticed them, and asking Him to exchange them for the gift He offers in exchange – Understanding a bit more deeply our identity as beloved children of God so we are finally free to soar into who He calls us to be. 

Photo Credits- “Us at an airport with an exotic (has bananas!) drink!” by this author, and Eagle soaring by Josie Weiss on Unsplash.

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My Homeschooled Kid Was The Most Exciting Thing The Librarian Found In A Long Time

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It started as an ordinary day.

We were visiting the largest city in our region and decided to stop at the library to borrow some books for our youngest daughter’s summer reading cache. We walked in awe, looking up in wonder at the size of the magnificent building. There are so many books inside!

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Fix Your Broken Shopping Cart (And Life)! 3 Helpful Reasons Why

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I was pushing my shopping cart in the grocery store. I was in a hurry (Of course!) and pushing more on one side because the thing kept veering off to one side as I walked, trying to smash into every aisle. “I. Only. Have. To. Get. A. Few. More. Items,” I grunted begrudgingly, pushing hard with both hands on one side of the cart.

I don’t want you to go through life like this. I thought I sensed God whispering in my heart.

“Huh? What now?”

I hadn’t been praying or thinking of God, yet He gently nudged me, pushing on one side of my heart as I pushed on one side of the cart.

Let’s get that fixed, He seemed to encourage me gently. And I knew He was talking about my heart, not the shopping cart. Symbolically, I dropped off the old cart at customer service for repair and chose a new one.

I had been at counselling earlier that morning.

As I did my groceries, I was feeling broken by the depths we had plumbed and the neuroses we found way down deep there. Incorrect ways of thinking had been removed, like surgery on a mass of tree roots that were foundational to how I had always lived my life and symbolic of my thinking.

I felt a bit broken.

“Couldn’t I limp through life without the pain this counselling session had exposed?” I had wondered. And God didn’t answer me. But the question lingered in my heart as I shopped that day. Couldn’t I have pushed a bit harder (Yes, maybe on ONE side of the cart of my life at times) to get through?

Did I have to linger, allowing this brokenness to surface, which always seemed to be a precursor to healing?

Wasn’t it easier to push harder on one side of the cart of my life instead?

And God answered me when He perhaps compared me to a lopsided shopping cart that didn’t REALLY need to be fixed. (Did it?)

And when I was at the coffee shop later that morning, my eyes briefly held the gaze of a person who could sense something wasn’t quite right. This stranger’s gentle smile offered to another stranger encouraged my heart. She also had experience with being broken, her compassionate look revealed.

And I felt a bit better.

I drank my coffee and felt a bit more human, a bit more vulnerable, a bit more connected.

Maybe admitting we are broken and then having coffee with a friend is counterintuitively one of the ways that we can eventually learn to soar.

I was ready to bring my shopping cart in for realignment.

How about you?

So here’s what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering.

The Message

As the song above plays, and after a moment of thankfulness for the good things you notice around you as you read, consider asking God, “What broken areas of my life am I tolerating that You long to heal?” What do you sense He longs for you to take off, put down, or bring in for realignment, friend? Are you brave enough to put down the weights that hold us down so that you are finally light enough to learn to soar?

two white-and-gray birds on mountain cliff

And as I drink my coffee and reflect, why bother to fix our shopping carts (and lives)?

  • Growth is the very definition of life. We all know people (NOT US (!) of course!) who stay stuck in unhealthy patterns (i.e. The cousin who still smacks you upside the head* when you disagree with him). Let’s be the very definition of life and be willing to set aside a few more of these deadly habits. Why not?
  • There are many opportunities for healing, including free ones. Why not?
  • It is easier to get the shopping done. Who couldn’t use a bit more time to sit poolside instead of yelling at (insert name) when we sometimes don’t even understand the real issues driving us?

People become reinforced in the paradigm that they are determined, and they produce evidence to support their belief. They feel increasingly victimized and out of control, not in charge of their life or their destiny.

The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People by Stephen R. Covey

Yeah, I don’t understand that quote either, but I’m willing to be the kind of person who is learning! How about you? Why not?

You’re welcome!

Good luck!

Footnotes

*No. EVERYONE is not related to Trump. Why do you ask?

Photo Credits: Shopping cart and cracks by ethan on Unsplash, Soaring bird by Jose Murillo on Unsplash

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