I'm always talking to myself. And I've heard it's okay to engage oneself in conversation...as long as you don't answer.
Okay. Sounds good to me.
Over time I have crafted this ability into a fine edged sword, that cuts both ways.
Parry. Thrust. I can talk myself into...or out of...almost anything. I can easily fall into the pit of tearing myself down. I often think we...women...excell at this, more so than men. Why is that? I know I am harder on myself than anyone else can possibly be on me.
Lighten up. Those times I catch myself berating this or over analyzing that, I stop. What am I doing to myself?
It's one thing to do something well, but it's another thing to over do it. And there is such a thing as overkill.
Years ago I discovered the art of self-talk and positive affirmations. There is power in affirming what is good and using the aid of visualization to bring goals into the here and now. Some might call it day-dreaming...okay. In our day dreams lies what we want, and maybe how we can get there. In our dreams live the future. The possibilities of our lives thrive in those dreams. That is a magic.
Last week I found myself thumbing through the current issue of Ladies Home Journal, but alas I was waylaid by the new Stetson ad. Tonight I picked the mag back up and another ad caught my eye.
I can talk myself into...or out of...almost anything. I can easily fall into the pit of tearing myself down. I often think we...women...excell at this, more so than men. Why is that? I know I am harder on myself than anyone else can possibly be on me.
When was the last time?
It's been too long. This I know because I don't remember when.
I believe we must all be good to ourselves, and to each other. We are the role models young people look to for guidance. What are we teaching them? How will they remember us? Memories can last a lifetime, and some of the strongest memories we all carry are a mixed bag of happy days and crappy days. And when things aren't going well, which will get us through those long dark tunnels, compelling us forward to the light we know is there? The happy or the crappy?
I can't watch reality tv; what's real about it? It's edited before it's aired. Edited for ratings and entertainment value with one goal, pitting human against human. When I see the ads on CBS I often wonder, are we as a society moving forward, or going backward. If future generations, fifty or so years from now, were to watch these shows, what does the show say about us?
We live in stress-filled times. Little things can go wrong every day, and a series of little things can set us off. Our anger can rear that ugly head at a moments notice and quickly go out of control. Remember the wife who ran over her cheating husband in a parking lot? No, cheating isn't a little thing, but something...many somethings...must have happened to her to push her past the point of reason; it seems she lost her perspective. There are many other ways she could have dealt with his infidelity, less violent ways.
Keep your perspective. Make it positive, full of lifes possibilities, brimming with promise. With three simple words...
Keep hope alive.
I'm rambling, and I've proven that a picture is worth a thousand words. Funny how one simple ad featuring one little girl can have this much impact.