~*~ How To Be Happy ~*~
Take full
responsibility for your life.
Stop blaming others.
See yourself as the
cause of what happens to you.
Do things you like to do.
Don’t stay in a job you don’t
like.
Participate in life at the highest level you
can.
Stop
terrorising yourself with your thoughts.
Be gentle and kind and patient with
yourself.
Give yourself
the simple pleasures of life abundantly.
Wear clothes you feel good in, get a
massage etc.
Watch what you
say. Avoid self put-downs.
Stop being critical of yourself and
others.
Take care of
your body.
Give it exercise and good food.
Be willing to create a life-style that generates and nourishes
self-esteem.
Associate with others with high
esteem.
Acknowledge
yourself frequently.
Keep a diary of your successes and
accomplishments.
Avoid comparing
yourself with others.
Remember that it’s who we are, not what we do, that’s
important
Give yourself
permission to do nothing periodically.
Schedule time by
yourself.
Frequently take
deep breaths.
Discover the benefit and pleasure of breathing
fully.
Eat first class
frequently.
Don’t look at the right side of the
menu.
Stop trying to
change others.
Focus your attention on being the way you want others to
be.
Look into a
mirror regularly
and say “I love you, I really love
you”.
Stop feeling
guilty and saying “I’m sorry”.
See mistakes as valuable lessons and avoid
judging yourself.
Consciously
generate positive thoughts and feelings of self-love
in place of old thoughts
of inadequacy.
Be willing to
laugh at yourself and at life.
Stop taking yourself so
seriously.
Accept
compliments from others without embarrassment.
Don’t invalidate their
positive thoughts and feelings about you.
Be kind to your mind.
Don’t hate yourself for having negative
thoughts.
Gently change your thoughts.
Keep your awareness and your thoughts focussed in present
time
instead of living in the past or
future.
Acknowledge
others frequently.
Tell them what you like and appreciate in
them.
Invest money in
yourself.
Go to seminars, workshops and courses that develop your
talents.
Make a list of
10 things
you love doing and do them
frequently.
Treat yourself
as you would treat someone you really loved.
Praise yourself.
Author Unknown
~*~ The Blessed Test ~*~
I woke up this morning
and knew that today,
the sun would not be shining
and the clouds would be gray.
As I stepped outside,
rain fell upon my head.
My car wouldn’t start
so I walked to school instead.
I forgot all of my assignments.
I failed all of my tests.
I dropped my head in disgust
and asked the Lord for one request.
“Lord, why is that things
won’t go my way?”
He gently replied, “Dear child
it is because you didn’t thank me yesterday.
I woke you up and enable you
to see the sun again
I gave you shelter, protected your family,
and even let you make a new friend.
I blessed you far greater
than I have before.
But you were too busy
to thank me once more.
You don’t feel sick
because I maintained your health.
You had money in your pocket
because I maintained your wealth.
You had shoes on your feet
and clothes to wear, too.
You had plenty of food to eat,
and what did you do?
You ignored me
and went about your tasks.
But when you wanted something
you never hesitated to ask.
I was there when you needed me,
and that wasn’t too long ago.
But when things started going your way,
it was me you did not know.
As if that weren’t enough,
I provided my favorite luxuries.
This was something I didn’t have to do
- they weren’t even necessities.
And when it was time to get on your knees
and show your gratitude,
you decided that after such a fulfilling day,
you weren’t in the mood.
So I decided to give
you a little test.
To show you how it would feel
to stop being blessed.”
I began to realize
what the Lord was saying.
And when I got home I fell
to my knees and started praying.
He said, “My child you have learned
and you know I do forgive.
But remember to remember this day
as long as you shall live.
I like filling your life with joy,
and your pain I’ll alleviate it.
But just a simple thank you would show
how much you appreciate it.”
~Author Unknown~
Note: Always thank God for the things you Have
~* You Are Special *~
Each day throughout the year
And I wanted you
to know
To me you are so dear.
bouquet of lovely roses
Fragrance brightens up my day
That’s how I think
of you my friend
In a very special way.
Is all because of you
Our friendly
chats and sharing
Is like a dream come true.
That I would ever meet
For you are
very special
And a friend that can’ t be bea
t.
~ Happy Mother’s Day ~
By the time the Lord made mothers, he was into his sixth day of working overtime.
An Angel appeared and said “Why are you spending so much time on this one”?
And the Lord answered and said, “Have you seen the spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic, have 200 movable parts, all replaceable, run on black coffee and leftovers, have a lap that can hold three children at one time and that disappears when she stands up, have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart, and have six pairs of hands.”
The Angel was astounded at the requirements for this one. “Six pairs of hands! No Way!”, said the Angel.
The Lord replied, “Oh, it’s not the hands that are the problem. It’s the three pairs of eyes that mothers must have!”
“And that’s just on the standard model?” the Angel asked.
The Lord nodded in agreement, “Yep, one pair of eyes are to see through the closed door as she asks her children what they are doing even though she already knows. Another pair in the back of her head, are to see what she needs to know even though no one thinks she can. And the third pair are here in the front of her head. They are for looking at an errant child and saying that she understands and loves him or her without even saying a single word.”
The Angel tried to stop the Lord. “This is too much work for one day.
Wait until tomorrow to finish.”
“But I can’t!” The Lord protested, “I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she’s sick AND can feed a family of six on a pound of hamburger and can get a nine year old to stand in the shower. ”
The Angel moved closer and touched the woman, “But you have made her so soft, Lord.”
“She is s oft,” the Lord agreed, “but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish.”
“Will she be able to think?”, asked the Angel.
The Lord replied, “Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason, and negotiate.”
The Angel then noticed something and reached out and touched the woman’s cheek. “Oops, it looks like you have a leak with this model. I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one.”
“That’s not a leak.” The Lord objected. “That’s a tear!”
“What’s the tear for?” the Angel asked.
The Lord said, “The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her disappointment, her pain, her loneliness, her grief, and her pride.”
The Angel was impressed. “You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything; for mothers are truly amazing!”
~by Erma Bombeck~
~:~ Santa’s Wishers ~:~
On Christmas Eve, a young boy with light in his eyes
Looked deep into Santa’s, to Santa’s surprise
And said as he sat on Santa’s broad knee,”I want your secret. Tell it to me.”
He leaned up and whispered in Santa’s good ear
“How do you do it year after year? ”I want to know how, as you travel about,
Giving gifts here and there, you never run out.
How is it Dear Santa, that in your pack of toy You have plenty for all of the world’s girls and boys?
Stays so full, never empties, as you make your way
From rooftop to rooftop, to homes large and small,
From nation to nation, reaching them all?”
And Santa smiled kindly and said to the boy,
“Don’t ask me hard questions. Don’t you want a toy?”
But the child shook his head, and Santa could see That he needed the answer. “Now listen to me,”
He told that small boy with the light in his eyes,
“My secret will make you sadder and wise.”The truth is that my sack is magic inside
It holds millions of toys for my Christmas Eve ride.
But although I do visit each girl and each boy I don’t always leave them a gaily wrapped toy
Some homes are hungry, some homes are sad,
Some homes are desperate, some homes are bad.
Some homes are broken, and the children there grieve.
Those homes I visit, but what should I leave?
“My sleigh is filled with the happiest stuff, But for homes where despair lives toys aren’t enough.
So I tiptoe in, kiss each girl and boy,
And I pray with them that they’ll be given the joy
Of the spirit of Christmas, the spirit that lives
In the heart of the dear child who gets not, but gives.
“If only God hears me and answers my prayer,When I visit next year, what I will find there
Are homes filled with peace, and with giving, and love
And boys and girls gifted with light from above.
It’s a very hard task, my smart little brother,
to give toys to some, and to give prayers to others.
But the prayers are the best gifts, the best gifts indeed,
For God has a way of meeting each need.
“That’s part of the answer. The rest, my dear youth,
is that my sack is magic. And that is the truth.
In my sack I carry on Christmas Eve Day
More love than a Santa could e’er give away.
The sack never empties of love, or of joys Cause inside it are prayers, and hope. Not just toys
The more that I give, the fuller it seems,
Because giving is my way of fulfilling dreams.
“And do you know something? You’ve got a sack, too.
It’s as magic as mine, and it’s inside of you.
It never gets empty, it’s full from the start.
It’s the center of lights, and love. It’s your heartAnd if on this Christmas you want to help me,
Don’t be so concerned with the gifts ‘neath your tree.
Open that sack called your heart and share
Your joy, your friendship, your wealth, your care.
The light in the small boy’s eyes was glowing.
“Thanks for your secret. I’ve got to be going.”
“Wait, little boy,” Said Santa, “don’t go.
Will you share? Will you help? Will you use what you know?”And just for a moment the small boy stood still,
Touched his heart with his small hand and whispered, “I will.”
~by Betty Wer~
~:~ Christmas Is Still Christmas – A lovely inspiration ~:~
“I wish there were some new way to say ‘Merry Christmas’.”
Twice today, I have overheard that remark. And each time I have said reverently to myself: “Thank God, there isn’t.”
The spirit of Chr istmas
is as simple as the heart of a child.
It needs no new slogan and no special sales effort. No advertising agent can lend new glamour to its ancient magic.
No, there is no new way of saying Merry Christmas. Nor would we want one.
The tree you will deck is the same as all trees of its kind that have stood on all the hills since the world was young.
The joy in a child’s eyes on Christmas morning is the joy that has filled the eyes of children since Christmas became an annual institution.
Christmas is Still Christmas. In a world awry with changes let us give thanks for one precious permanency.
~by Merle Growell of Rockefeller Center Weekly~
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