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susie's thoughtsSusan Thom (12,105) ![]() ![]() Susan Thom ![]() http://onsuchthings.com Comfort Comes From The SoulPosted Thursday, November 05, 2009 (1 day 16 hours ago.) Viewed 57 times. There are certain situations that are so painful, we need to heal before we can begin to feel any comfort. Our healing comes from thinking things through, and talking to ourselves, and our God. This process may take time, but anything worth fixing takes time. Our ways of dealing with anger and pain may need to be modified. Patience goes a long way in the healing process. Sometimes, we are forced to be patient, so the sooner we gain some, the better. It's really about learning when to let go. Keeping all of our emotions bottled up only causes rage and anxiety. We yell at our kids or our spouse or any number of people we come in contact with. The best thing we can do for ourselves is to prioritize what we get so mad and frustrated over. If we lose our job, and therefore, are in jeopardy of losing our home and cars, emotions will be at their highest peak. If our dog forgets that he needs to go outside to do his business, does our anger level match losing our job? I have found that if I talk myself into realizing most things are no big deal in the realm of things, I don't get as emotional. There are different ways of dealing with situations. One is to react to our feelings, as when we drop a carton of eggs on the kitchen floor, and every last one breaks. We could yell, carry on about the mess, or, simply get a roll of paper towels and start cleaning it up. There's less energy in cleaning than in yelling. No one is infallible, but if we can get ourselves to think about what's going on, and do what needs to be done, the episode is over. If our mind is telling us "it's no big deal" our body will relax. Our minds can tell our bodies what to do, and vice versa. Sometimes, we simply need to rest, or have a cup of tea, or go for a walk. Usually, we get the signal from the brain that tells us we need to do such things. If we listen, and take a nap or go outside, chances are we'll feel better. If we work on clearing our soul of all the baggage of the past, we will feel calmer and more at peace. Our soul will comfort us in times of stress and pain. It is the core of our Being, and what I believe, is our connection to God. Without a lot of garbage in the way, the soul can feel whole and comforting. It can stand strong with us, or weaken our resolve. I believe all energy emanates from the soul, so the stronger the soul feels, the better we feel. Comfort is a good feeling when we have so many things going on, usually at once. To understand what we can control, and what we must accept that we can't, is helpful in keeping our state of mind calmer. There are always going to be crisis that are unavoidable, but if we can keep ourselves in tune with our minds and souls, the journey won't seem as hard. If we can picture a stream of light occupying our inner core, giving us hope and peace and strength, we can handle our problems with more ease and less frustration and anger. Each step towards comfort brings us closer to true happiness and contentment. Little things don't matter as much, and big things are easier to deal with. Let the light shine, and the soul comfort.
Permalink Comments (6) It Does Really MatterPosted Monday, November 02, 2009 (4 days 22 hours ago.) Viewed 88 times. How many times has someone said something harsh or inappropriate, and apologized, and you've said, "It doesn't matter?" It does matter. You have every right to be treated with the same respect as anyone else in the world does. If your feelings are hurt, it most certainly does matter. And denying yourself those feelings, only represses them and allows you to start a corner in your mind that stores all the situations, people, and circumstances that have hurt you. They don't go away-you haven't dealt with them. They just linger and cause anxiety and anger and you wonder where these feelings are coming from. It did matter when your best friend talked behind your back, even though you told her it "didn't" matter. It did matter when you failed your driving test. You told everybody it didn't matter, but you were embarrassed, angry, sad, and depressed. You couldn't deal with these emotions because you had already told everyone, "it didn't matter." So, what do we say when someone wants to know how we are? "It doesn't matter?" I say "we" because that's how I write. Whomever decides to read this hopefully understands that I'm not singly anyone out. And I certainly am not a therapist or doctor, but I have gone through everything I write about, and have discovered ways to help myself that I'd like to share. Maybe someone else can incorporate some of the things I write into their lives. Through reading, I learn how to live a stronger, and calmer life. The book, "Feelings Buried Alive Never Die" by Karol K. Truman, helped me immensely. Every feeling is described and listed, and the parts of the body each emotion affects is explained. All those "it doesn't matters" are feelings buried alive, and they show themselves through anger, depression, frustration, impatience, etc. I would suggest dropping that line from your vocabulary at once. If you have a choice of restaurants to go to with your spouse, instead of saying it doesn't matter, tell it like it is-I'd like to go to the seafood shack. You will feel better immediately. You have validated yourself as someone who is important enough to make a decision. Look, sometimes things really don't matter, but I think you know what I am talking about-people who do not have the confidence to make a decision on their own. If you are asked, it does matter what movie you really want to see, or whether you want to go out to eat or stay in. Your spouse asks you if you'd like to go the Tahiti shack or Red Lobster? You say the Tahiti shack. He agrees, you go, and you really enjoy yourself. Something that wouldn't happen at the Red Lobster that night. You might have ended up there instead if you had simply said, "it doesn't matter." Now, you really want to see a certain movie, and again, you are asked which one you'd like to see and you pick the one you want. Your spouse agrees again, and you love the movie, and have a great night out. You know you wouldn't have enjoyed the other movie. You feel really good. You stood up for what you wanted, you felt validated, and important enough to have been asked to begin with. These are all good feelings to have. They affect our daily lives. They bring energy into our soul. They keep our relationships real. They keep ourselves real. And validated. We do matter. Instead of saying, "it doesn't matter" if somebody steps on our toe and apologizes, we need to take the validation of the apology and say something like, "I'm okay." It's not a lie. It may hurt like Hell, but you're okay. "Which movie would you like to see?" "do you have any suggestions?" "one is a musical and one a drama." "do you mind if we go to the musical, I feel like a musical?" "no, I wanted to go there, too." It may not matter to some whether they are respected or not, but when somebody asks me a question, I think about it and answer it honestly. We all matter. We all like to feel respected and cared about. We all like to be talked to in a nice even tone. We all have our view point, and we all like that viewpoint to be able to be expressed. When a drink spills on the floor, it doesn't matter. It can be cleaned up. When a waitress spills hot coffee on you, "it doesn't matter" shouldn't apply. It does matter. Simply accept their apology, and say you're okay. You're validated, the waitress did what she was supposed to do, and life moves on. If it doesn't matter, say it whenever you want, but when it does matter, keep yourself balanced and free of baggage. ![]() Permalink Comments (16) Have You Fulfilled Your Childhood DreamsPosted Monday, October 26, 2009 (11 days 23 hours ago.) Viewed 140 times. My childhood expectations were to have a nice home, a family, and to write a book someday. Two out of three have come true. Too bad I never realized that my dolls didn't cry or wet themselves, or worse. They didn't need to be supervised 24 hours a day, and when I laid them down for a nap, their eyes rolled back in their heads, and they were off to sleep. They didn't tug at their clothes or refuse to do something I asked. I've been through all that. My first child is a beautiful, petite little girl. I loved watching her play with her dolls and horses and Lego's. I guess the love of pretending was still alive and well in me. This little girl is now twenty four, and in her seventh day of army bootcamp. NEVER, did I say, NEVER did I think my little baby who brought so much joy, and a lot of butting heads, would be in the military during times of war. However, this is what she chose to do, and I am proud of her, and worry at the same time. With so much violence on the streets of our cities, I don't know where she'll be more safe. Then, we have her younger brother who is twenty two, in the air force. I have to repeat that I NEVER, EVER imagined he'd go into the military, especially now. However, I am also very proud of him, and he is getting an education that will help him find a decent job when he gets out. He only has seven more years to go! If I could kiss Bill Gates, I would. E mail keeps us in touch. I can now see pictures of Germany that I would never see in person. Life definitely goes in stages. There's so much to do when kids are little. A lot of labor goes into keeping those little tykes happy and safe. Now, I don't have to say, "Stop running down the stairs" ten times a day. But I want to. I don't have to answer, "What is there to eat?" But I want to. I don't hear my favorite word, "Mom?" when they aren't any towels. But I want to. Now, the closet is full, and I'd give anything for them to be needing those towels. There is a small bottle of shampoo and conditioner, for guests, but I don't hear, "Mom, could you get me some axe?" But I want to. Our home was the hang out spot, and all three kids always had friends over on the weekends. I talked to each and every one, from the time they were fourteen or so, and they liked me, much to my children's chagrin. But I wanted to get to know the personalities of the friends my kids hung out with, and all but one turned out to be great kids. On those "Get together" nights, the doorbell rang incessantly, driving me crazy, now, I miss that melody telling me someone is here for one of my kids. Since they've left, it hasn't rung yet. We have a dock on a lake, and that's where they all headed for a time, and now, the dock is a big square patch of wood sitting on the water. Everything is the same, and everything is different. Kids move on. I guess I blocked that out of my mind for 20 years. I was in a bubble of being a mother and homemaker for so long, I guess I thought things would stay the same? Or, maybe I just didn't have time to think at all. I enjoyed what I was doing, so I forgot that my children would someday leave the roost. But the military during these times? There are no questions anymore, just statements. "Mom, I'm going into the air force. "Mom, I'm going into the army." " I'm getting a tattoo across my chest!" And my youngest son, "Mom, I'm going four and a half hours away to live with dad." We never know what's going to happen in our lives. As we raise our families, we enjoy all there is, and wake up one morning to the three children that were your life, your heart, your soul, gone is my daughter in the middle of 100 sit-ups right now? Is my son working on the newest jet we have right now? Is my youngest trying to figure out what to do with this life? And I thought natural childbirth was going to be the hardest part of having kids! Ha! I had control for many years, and now, they must control themselves. Did I teach them correctly? Are they being respectful? Are they watching themselves when they can leave the base? A lot has gone wrong in my life, but my children are not part of the negative things I've had to deal with. They are the best additions to my life expectations. And I hope they always do their best, and enjoy what they're doing, whatever it is. (almost) Permalink Comments (5) |
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