I find myself to be a pretty positive person, for the most part. Not a she’s so cheerful, I want to hit her in the face with a shovel positive person. But I am positive. I wasn’t always. I used to be a cross between Oscar the Grouch and Beetlejuice. Now I find myself steering away from people like that. There is nothing worse than starting your day off as happy as Mary Poppins and five minutes later, having your day ruined by someone that’s pissed off for some worthless reason. I’m usually amazed at the little things that people let get to them. And for what? So that you can go and crap on everyone else’s day? I once had a former co-worker who flew off the handle because someone dared to paperclip a pack of envelopes together as opposed to putting a rubberband around the envelopes. I looked at them in disbelief and said “anyone know where I can find a tranquilizer to inject into your backside because you’re killing me.”
After I was in the hospital last year, I really started channeling my inner hippie. (I really need to name my inner hippie because I refer to it so much.) My inner hippie reminds me that life is too short. It also reminds me that at anytime I can leave this world and, is being a hyper-defensive ass the mark that I really want to leave on this world? Nope.
When I die, I want my friends to remember me the way Robin Williams’ friends remembered him: “He lit up the room, made you laugh until you peed and he was more than just funny. He was kind, gentle and loving.” Can you imagine having better things said about you? Me neither.
I am always on the lookout for motivational quotes, Bible verses, etc. I have them hung all around my desk at work, I jot them down in my planner, I saturate myself with them because whenever I want to sling negativity at someone that has just honked me off, I need something to yank me back and remind me that it’s not worth it. I recently came across this quote by Robert Frost and I love it: In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.
Last week, I weighed in after a week of buckling down and eating right and exercising. I lost 7 pounds…in one week. I felt amazing. Today, I did my weekly weigh in and I gained 5 back. I didn’t get mad. I didn’t admit defeat. I just thought “well that’s okay, I’ll have to look at what went wrong this past week.” I have to pick myself up and march on, eyes focused on the prize. I will not look at it negatively, I won’t let it define this journey. I knew from the beginning, getting my health in order, is going to be a process of success mixed with failure. And you know what else? In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.
I’d love it if you posted your favorite quotes that get you through a rough time!