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Saith Me… Choosing to be Miserable

Interpersonal connections through various modes and methods, specifically during this past two months, have reminded me of the old saying,

“You can please some of the people some of the time, but you can never please all of the people all of the time.”

There is one category starkly missing, some people can never be pleased because they are determined to be miserable.

Regardless of the justifications of misery – temporary or chronic – there is a stark difference between experiencing misery and being miserable.

Wretched, distressful events occur, but it is a choice one makes to become wretchedly distressed by the events. The key factor separating the experience of misery and being miserable is Choice.

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Saith Me… Opinionated and Uninformed

It is amazing how many uniformed people have such strong opinions, and such strong desires to share those opinions.

Under-informed and curious, good combination. Uninformed and angry, not such a good combination.

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Saith The Husband… Two Bears

Saith the dad…   If two male bears live in the same cave, it might be time for one to find a new cave.

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Saith the mom…    It seems it is time for a cub to move out – or at least vacate the kitchen.

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Saith the cubs…   *Laughter*

 

 

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Saith Me… Auto Insurance

I believe that in the last week I have learned more about the way auto insurance works than I learned in the 30 some-odd years I have been driving. Sadly, it has taken an accident, three old cars, two teen drivers, and half a dozen phone calls to gain my new knowledge. Oh, and the teen drivers were not involved in the accident. I really hope this new found knowledge saves me money, but never needs to be dredged up in the future.

 

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Revelation: Dad is good too.

My son is getting his wisdom teeth out today. Due to the icy roads, my car in the shop, and my husband’s car not being as comfortable to travel in as mine, I opted to stay home and let my husband handle this one. Oh, the misery of recognizing your kids have grown and that dad can finally replace mom at the bed-side.

Truthfully, it is decadent this feeling that I was able to put my health first for once. Why did it take me 17 years to recognize that my husband is so much more calm than I am with these things? And his bed-side manner is much more “motherly” than mine. Still, the kids prefer me so I had better go prepare for the return of my drugged-up, chipmunked faced boy.

Don’t get me wrong, this turning over control to the dad is not fun, but it does seem to be much less stressful than the anxiety inducing road conditions and dentist scenario. And since the son will soon leave home, this may very well be good for easing the separation anxiety as well.

 

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Saith Me… Thesis Lesson #4

Never let yourself get rundown or exhausted. If you do, writers block, self-doubt, and general malaise will be your companions.

Not to mention your writing will sound much better to your own ears when you are not a weepy, blithering, sleep deprived mess.

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Saith Me… Thesis Lesson #3

The recipe for a good day…

A few quality hours spent writing my thesis.

A few quality hours being a mom.

A few quality hours spending time with my husband.

A few quality hours goofing off.

Now if I can just repeat this routine daily, I will survive my thesis.

 

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Old or Just Classic?

My daughter just informed me that when she searches online for ‘old’ quotes, statements written in the 1970s and 1980s show up. This, she says, means that people who lived then must also be old.

She may be correct as classic cars are between 30 and 49 years old. However, I prefer ‘classic’ to ‘old’, but will draw the line at ever being called ‘pre-antique’.

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Saith Me… Success

Success is not measured by the things we accumulate. It is measured by the love we share and by our individual growth. It is also measured by how much we are loved by others.

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Saith Me… Teaching Fear or Self-worth?

We are a society that teaches fear rather than choice and accountability.

This process of teaching fear begins at our basic needs of ‘food and shelter’. Clothing is part of the “shelter” and we are taught that our choices in clothing are responsible for the actions of others. Should not the choices and actions of others make them accountable and not us?

Teaching fear is not an effective way of teaching the importance of choice and accountability.  It does not help us make wise decisions and does not promote the development of wisdom. Fear weakens us rather than strengthens us. It creates victims rather than creating self-worth.