How many times have you felt like this?

end_of_ropeHow many times have you felt like this when you are at work and dealing with people who keep yanking on the rope?

You know that you have to stay somewhat calm and keep your thoughts to yourself, but if one more person yanks you in a different direction …omg you are going to explode.  Because your at work you keep your mouth shut, of course you do, you don’t want to lose your job…right?

So what does that do for you when you get off work?  Are you the only one who wished you were someplace else? No! We all have days where we wish we were someplace else or that the world would disappear. It makes for a tense workplace that normally follows you home.  At home the spouse and the kids are usually the ones that you vomit your whole days pent up anger on. The ones you love who really don’t deserve your wrath, however they are suppose to understand when you have a bad day. You don’t mean anything by it and you can’t understand why they get upset.

Instead of letting the day, the month get to you, you need to find your voice and let those people know in the most respected and polite way possible, to back off.  It is not an easy task and you do the best you can, however when things begin to pile up, your get angry and it sends you into a sideways behavior.  Anger is just a surface reaction to a deeper fear.  (Please stop telling me BS, you know I’m right or you would be upset reading this) What fear are those people poking when they keep asking and coming in distrubing you while you try to get things done. Is it the fear of not good enough, or the fear of helplessness, or maybe the fear of failure because you can’t finish what everyone is throwing at you.

What can I do to not let this happen you ask? Well I’m glad you asked.

STOP and visual a PAUSE button when you feel the anger coming on. Take a deep breath and let it out slowly, this will change the pattern of what you normally do.  Practice it over and over until you disfuse the anger when everything is coming at you. Then, in a respectful way let the individuals know that you will have what they need in (specify time frame) and you will get it to them then. Also tell them that everytime they interrupt it takes time away from that time frame you gave them and once you have accomplished, then you need to prioritize the job duties and work from the top down. Next by looking at the time frame you will be able to let them know that they are (# ?) on the list and that you will begin their request at that time. This accomplished, you will find that your life is a little more at peace, your home life is a safehaven and your stress level is much lower than before.

A Pause Button is like the Easy Button you’ve seen on TV. It can simplify your life if you choose to use it as a tool for controlling the anger that crops up.

Let me know if you try it and the results. It may not work the first few times, however if you continue using it you will be amazed at the results.

Blessings

You’re daughter’s first love isn’t that kid in class.

You’re daughter’s first love isn’t that kid in class..

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You know you have done something right with your child when they can write something like this. Values learned early are a blessing when they come back as an adult. My son has made me one proud momma! I love you Scott Tucker.

Can I get a little Respect?

Can I get a little Respect?.

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Sometimes you read something that you just have to share! This is an article that I have to share.

When you think no one is listening… comes a great amount of wisdom. Men and Women both can benefit from this article. May God richly bless you and keep you this day!

thought for the day

“May today there be peace within. May you trust that you are exactlywhere you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith in yourself and others. May you use the gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you. May you be content with yourself just the way youare. Let this knowledge settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. It is there for each and every one of us.”

Don’t let the world beat you down. Do what you need to do and make each minute count.

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Life is not about sticking your head in a hole while life passes you by, it’s about standing tall and struting your stuff like a peacock. Be the peacock in your world and use your Circle of Influence to get where you want to be. 

A wise person told me… it’s not who you know, but who know’s you! That’s where the truth comes from.

How many people’s lives have you touched?  I would love to hear your answers. What is your thought for the day?

Don’t Believe in Santa Claus.. Read this Inspiring Story that I found

I wanted to share with all of you this most awesome story and hope that for those of you that don’t believe in Santa Claus… Santa does exist.  Teach children the meaning of Christmas and what Santa really does and Santa will live on forever… in our thoughts and in our hearts. Each of us has it in us… however not everyone acts. Give, Love and Believe!
 
The story starts out with …I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid.
 
I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb: “There is no Santa Claus,” she jeered. “Even dummies know that!”
 
My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her “world-famous” cinnamon buns. I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true.

Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me. “No Santa Claus?” she snorted….”Ridiculous! Don’t believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad!! Now, put on your coat, and let’s go.”

“Go? Go where, Grandma?” I asked. I hadn’t even finished my second world-famous cinnamon bun. “Where” turned out to be Kerby’s General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle in those days. “Take this money,” she said, “and buy something for someone who needs it. I’ll wait for you in the car.” Then she turned and walked out of Kerby’s.

I was only eight years old. I’d often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping.

For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.

I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, the people who went to my church.

I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock’s grade-two class. Bobby Decker didn’t have a coat. I knew that because he never went out to recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn’t have a cough; he didn’t have a good coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat!

I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm, and he would like that.
“Is this a Christmas present for someone?” the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. “Yes, ma’am,” I replied shyly. “It’s for Bobby.”

The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a good winter coat. I didn’t get any change, but she put the coat in a bag, smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas.

That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) in Christmas paper and ribbons and wrote, “To Bobby, From Santa Claus” on it.

Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker’s house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially, one of Santa’s helpers.
Grandma parked down the street from Bobby’s house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a nudge. “All right, Santa Claus,” she whispered, “get going.”

I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma.

Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.

Fifty years haven’t dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker’s bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were — ridiculous. Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.

I still have the Bible, with the coat tag tucked inside: $19.95.

May you always have LOVE to share,

HEALTH to spare and FRIENDS that care…

And may you always believe in the magic of Santa Claus!

SOS at Zac’s Ridge

SOS at Zac’s Ridge is a Non Profit Organization that has experiential training to help people who have lost their will to function. If you or someone you know is suffering from depression, anxiety, anger or has no self worth, self respect or self  love, have them go to www.sosinc.org and sign up for the training class coming up this Friday August 21 – 23.  This is a life changing weekend. Everyone is broken…some deal with it better than others. If you are not dealing with your life, give SOS at Zac’s Ridge a chance to help you find the freedom and love you so richly deserve.

CALL –  972 505 0420

GO TO THE WEBSITE – www.sosonc.org

What a difference a weekend can make.