Politics. It’s a thing. It’s not my thing. At least that’s what I say. I say that because I don’t get off on the nasty. I don’t debate well either. And I’m not at either extreme of any political spectrum. When I think of politics, those are the things I think of.
I’m considerate of other people, even those I don’t agree with. I’m thoughtful, rather than quick in my answers. And I’ve always said, “If there’s a fence, I’ll straddle it.” My values are much more moderate, even when on the right or left side of the middle. And I know that’s all part of politics too. It’s just not what comes to mind.
The world is loud right now. There’s fear and concern and change and worry. There are people whining, people complaining, people protesting, people fighting. There’s noise in our ears, in our eyes, at our finger tips. Music, shouting, colors, signs, words, pictures, videos…loud. Everywhere.
There is also quiet.
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We all have people that we look up to. There might be an obvious relationship of guidance as there is with teachers, coaches, and parents. Or it might be less evident. We all have situations with peers and co-workers where we find ourselves admiring another person’s ability to process or deal with something. And sometimes our mentors aren’t directly or personally connected with us at all, but we look up to them just the same. Perhaps you’ve experienced that with book characters, famous personas, or even the incredibly patient mother you witnessed at the grocery store. Everywhere we turn, if we look, we can find people who’s strength inspires us.
I thought I’d shed a little light on how these incredible people get to be so strong in our eyes. I’m spilling the beans!
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I am not a Mama Bear. I’m not really sure what kind of Mama I am, but it is crystal clear that I’m not the ‘take a swipe at you with my paw because you’ve wronged my cub’ kind. I used to think I was, but after a few situations went down, it became quite apparent to me that I don’t even have a good grizzly growl.
First of all, if you’ve ever seen Fiddler on the Roof you will forever more sing “Transition” in the same voice as the song “Tradition.” If you haven’t seen it…watch this link: Tradition. You’re welcome. Transition!
Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, on to my thoughts on transitions in life. Have you ever giggled your way through a fun house? You run up the stairs and stand in front of the mirrors. You love the silliness of seeing yourself elongated and goofy or short and stout with no neck and cheeks as wide as your shoulders! The music is loud and disorienting. There’s a rickety bridge to run across. There might be a maze of bungee cords to navigate or blasts of air that hit you in the face for a second. Fun times. Then you get to the cylinder that’s rotating at the end.
Googled it. I do a lot of research that way. So, I googled the word stress and the first page of results talked all about reducing and relieving stress. The first non-ad post included the words “harmful effects” in its title. The common questions people have about stress include how to deal with it and wondering if it can make you sick. There’s a lot of information out there about stress. In fact there’s so much, that rather than read it all, I decided to just write. We’ll call it limited research!
That said, my thoughts about stress are based on my experiences and things I’ve learned from a variety of sources over the years, and if you want a second opinion…google it yourself! I’m no doctor, psychiatrist, or yogi. But I do like being real about life and how I live it. You can live it however you want, even if it’s different from me! I should probably also mention that I’m writing this in the wee hours of the morning when I should be sleeping and I’m not sleeping and there’s not good reason why I’m not sleeping but I’m not so I’m writing about stress. So, yeah. There’s that. Continue reading