Have you ever listened to your internal thoughts? You know the ones, Dear Bloggites, the little voice in your head constantly telling you this and that on everything you do in life.
I love to learn; and when I learn some interesting facts or a new thought process, I take notice. I am that person that hopes for the best and plans for the worst. Having that type of outlook on life, for me, allows me to enjoy the little things in life while being prepared for the unexpected.
That little voice or internal thought is my joy and pain. My joy because I know I can do anything I set my mind to do and usually when I make up my mind to do something, I rarely change it. But on the flip side of that, the inner thoughts are my pain. I am constantly catching myself doing negative speak in my head. You know the kind – “You’re an idiot”, “Stupid”, “Ugly”, etc. I hear them all the time trying to take forefront in my brain and it is a constant battle for me.
If you have ever spent five minutes with me, you will probably be surprised by this admission, but it is true. The negativity bleeds in my brain about myself a lot and I am constantly having to patch up the wound. That is why most people would be shocked to know that I even have one negative thought in my brain because I CHOOSE to embrace this Journey called Life and so whenever I hear the negative monster stomping up the isle in my mind, I slam the door shut and repeat positive thoughts that void the negative.
Doing this trick – changing the negative to the positive – is hard because you must make a conscious effort to really listen to your mind and thoughts all the time. Some days are harder than other days, but I keep the fight going because at the end of the day, I want to look at myself in the mirror and know I did right by everyone I was in contact with as well as doing right by myself.
What do you struggle with and how do you deal with it? Share your thoughts below. I look forward to chatting with you.
Happy Easter, Ya’ll! 🙂 Today was a rare day and a glorious one.
I will start on the rare day first:
Today was a rare day because work was actually closed all day! Last time we closed was on Christmas Day, so I decided we were off on Easter Sunday. It was really nice to not have to get up and load the computer and start processing orders. I was able to turn off my regular alarm, lazily wake up, and then have cuddle time with my dog, Ragonk. I went to Bible Study class, then spent the afternoon with family. It was wonderful! I truly believe the mind and body need rest and with the industry that my business is in, it prevents that ability due to being a seven-day a week industry. I feel the pressure of working seven days. I am trying to create boundaries to allow my mind and body to get the needed rest and today was a first step on that journey. 🙂
What do you do to get the rest for your mind and body, Dear Bloggite? Share your thoughts in the comments below.
Now, onto the glorious one:
Being a Christian, today I celebrated the Risen Christ after His crucifixion and three-days in the tomb. Today reminds believers that Christ is alive and well and He has overcome death. I have many friends who are Christians and many who are not, and one of the biggest differences I see in these two types of friends is the fear of death. When you are not a believer in Christ, you view death as an ending with nothingness after. When you are a believer in Christ, death is just the beginning of a life everlasting with Christ. As a believer, I do not fear death, I welcome it when it is my time to go because I know I will go to a better place than this Earth. That knowledge is so refreshing and having that knowledge, I rejoice in the life people lived after they pass and rejoice in their life everlasting if they are a believer. It is amazing to be free of the fear of death and I wish everyone could feel that. 😀
What do you believe in, Dear Bloggites? Do you celebrate life and death, or do you live with the fear of death each day of your life? Share your belief in the comments below.
Ragonk (Rah-Gone-Kuh) teaches me many lessons in life. He has taught them to me from the moment he walked into my life one December night. I have been blessed by having this Boy-O come into my life and he gives me joy. The first lesson I learned from Ragonk is how to survive a bad situation until a better one arrives.
Back in December, 2014, Ragonk wandered into my garage with no tags and looking very scared and skittish. My roommate and I were having a Ragonk Party (radio blooper by one of the station employees when he was trying to say, “Rolando McClain” on the radio station we like to listen to called The Ticket).
The animal shelter was closed until Tuesday and I looked at the dog and said, “I need to come up with a name to call you over the weekend until the shelter opens.” One of my friends popped up and said, “Well, isn’t it obvious, his name should be Ragonk!” I called him that and he answered and has been Ragonk ever since.
I noticed as soon as Ragonk walked in the door that he showed signs of an abused dog. He was your typical abused dog that dropped his head and body bracing for a hit when someone walked up to him. He was scared to death of the sound of bacon cooking on the stove. He ran away anytime he saw a towel in someone’s hand and hid, shaking like a leaf once he was coaxed to come out of his hiding place. He walked tentatively around for fear of being yelled at or hit. His fear was more noticeable with men than women, but he was scared all the same of any person he saw.
It broke my heart. My dog, Baden, was old and grumpy but never knew what fear was and he welcomed Ragonk like he did all other animals, with a sniff and tail wag. Ragonk had a blast playing with Bodie, my roommate’s dog, and had a funny reverence for Baden. Whenever Baden would try and play with Ragonk, Ragonk would wag his tail until Baden did his first move then Ragonk ran away. If Baden was laying down, Ragonk would wag his tail and go sniff him but run as soon as Baden twitched.
As the weekend wore on, I noticed that Ragonk’s fear was starting to ebb and he was beginning to trust me and my roommate. He stayed by my side or would follow my roommate around wagging his tail. Yes, Ragonk was settling in.
Tuesday rolled around and I took him to the animal shelter where he immediately freaked out scratching my neck up and trying to get out of my arms. This alarmed me because I was not used to this behavior from him.
When I walked into the animal shelter they said they knew who he was because he was a “known escape artist” to them. They chipped him and so were able to tell me his name is “Steve” (STEVE!) and placed a call to the owner and inform him that the dog was found. The shelter offered to keep Ragonk, but based on his response, I declined and said I would keep him with me.
A couple of days go by and I have not heard anything so I called to follow up. The animal shelter said the guy did not call them back, so I gave them permission to give him my phone number thinking when he got home the shelter was already closed and that was why they did not receive a call back.
The weekend rolls around and still no contact from the owner or the animal shelter. On the following Tuesday, I called back to the animal shelter and they were shocked that the guy had not called me back. I gave them permission to give him my address because I worked from home so he could stop by any time.
On Friday, I called the shelter back and they said they still had not received a call and offered to give me the guy’s address so I can show up with the dog on his doorstep. This guy lived two blocks from my house! I told the shelter no because if I showed up the guy would take Ragonk and he obviously did not want him back based on his lack of contact.
After I hung up from the shelter, I called my long-time vet and asked what the statute of limitations were for an abandoned dog. My vet informed me it was ten days to two weeks, so I scheduled an appointment for Ragonk on the following Monday since the two weeks would be past.
The best thing the owner of Ragonk did was not contact me back. As time passed, Ragonk put aside his fears and took a chance on trusting us strangers who took him in and gave him a home. He survived an abusive existence to find happiness in a new home with lots of love by running away into my arms.
P.S. The “known escape artist formally known as Steve” has never once tried to run away from his new forever home.
Holy Cow!!! Last ‘official’ blog was back in October talking about possibly having a rare cancer…well, for any who read this, I do not have cancer…woo hooo! Surgery went well and I am fully recovered from it and other problems in my world…:)
Since it has been FOREVER since my last post I shall start from there to here and what I did in between. October-cancer scare…….November-nothing…..December-Granddaughter’s birthday (yes I know, I am way too young to have a Grandchild, but what can I say….I am an OVERACHIEVER!!! LOL)….January-Bestie’s Birthday (41…damn she is getting old!)….February-nothing….March-nothing….April-more nothing….May-that brings us up to date!!!
So, as you have just read my life in a nutshell paragraph…Time Flies When Doing Nothing!!! 😉
We are now up to date with what has been going on in my life. Between the nothings I have taken practically a week to two weeks each month to go to Kentucky to see my son, Travis, daughter-in-law, Tori, and my granddaughter, Airabella. Those times were the best and I miss them dearly when I am apart from them.
I am back home in Texas and getting my life going again after all the medical issues I have faced this past year, year and a half. I started back dancing (one week in the past two…not bad) and plan on continuing my progress to every week like I used to do.
I have rejoined Toastmasters (oh yeah…I think a few months in the nothingness I had joined, ran crazy with it and obtained my Competent Communications certificate in three weeks’ time) and am continuing my trend of living again between the nothingness that time gives you while it is flying….yeah, I know what you are thinking Dear Bloggites, the saying is ‘Time Flies When You’re Having Fun’ but unless you are a masochist health issues are not Fun! LOL
So that being said and having re-acquainted ourselves to each other….I will say Ado to You, Dear Bloggites, until next time.