It can be debated upon….Depression. Is it clinical or in the spirit? Regardless, most of the time depression is brought on by things that are beyond our control. Every little thing we do may be depleting every ounce of happiness out of our day. Instead of being the picture of depression, lift yourself up. Literally. Stand up, and stand up straight! It might change your outlook a little. Take care of yourself at work. Taking an action plan about an issue within the workplace can help. Get out and move. Exercising a little bit goes a long way even if it is just walking around the building, stretching at the desk, or doing a few stretches on the couch can perk you up. Seek professional help to talk about it. There may be things you can talk about with someone that you may not want to bring up on the home front or at the job. Last but not least, have fun! Every single day do something fun.
What is Snail Mail….here is a reminder before I get started. Straight from Wikipedia:
Snail mail or smail (from snail + mail) is a dysphemistic retronym—named after the snail with its slow speed—used to refer to letters and missives carried by conventional postal delivery services. The phrase refers to the lag-time between dispatch of a letter and its receipt, versus the virtually instantaneous dispatch and delivery of its electronic equivalent, e-mail.
Call me a little old fashioned….but I have been struggling recently with the way technology has changed the way relationships are, or the way they “used” to be. When I was growing up I wrote ‘thank you’ notes to friends who came to my slumber parties and brought gifts. I wrote notes to my grandparents for birthdays and the twenty dollars Maw Maw sent me in the mail. More recently I have been invited to children’s birthday parties and have been amazed that a thank you was never said nor did I receive a note. And to top it off, I haven’t heard from the parents of these children until they needed or wanted something. Not because I am a friend, but because they are not true friends.
A few months ago a guy I work with had a surprise baby shower at work. As usual I pitched in, helped decorate, and went in with someone else to get him a very nice gift. And wouldn’t you know….he hand wrote a thank you note and put it in my box. It was very personal, too. He took the time himself, not his wife whom (never met her), and wrote this wonderful thank you note that was specific to me. You just do not see that these days. I kept the note in my car and looked at about every other day for several weeks when I was stopped in traffic. I’ve been thinking about this for a while now. Since then I have moved and when digging through my desk and cleaning out junk I found a hand written letter from Maw Maw from about six years ago. It was the way “she” communicated and showed her love when I couldn’t see her in person. Memories and those warm and fuzzy feelings just flood in when I see something like this that I have had tucked away. I miss her. She sent the letter and then died about one month later. I have kept the letter and put it with all of my other greeting cards and “SNAIL MAIL” that I have received over the years. You would think that I would get more excited over other things, but there is nothing like going home at the end of the day and checking your mail to find a card or letter from someone you love.
So to top things off, text messaging as a way to send these messages and attempt to build relationships has done nothing but just simply turn me off to texting. If I do not respond to a text almost immediately or even within an hour or two, I am getting another text stating, “I hope you are ok….just checking on you.” I am in my 30s and building relationships with people through texting is not my style. I have had this issue with the dating scene for several years now, and I will not build a relationship with anyone just based on texts. A guy told me recently that it isn’t just men dong the texting, that it is women too. Well, after communicating that texting was not the way I was going to communicate 95% of the time he continued to text. I finally got upset about it because after communicating that I would like to have conversations face to face and hear his voice he seemed to never hear that it was something I needed in the relationship. It can be misleading for one, two it leads to miscommunication, and three it takes out the real conversations that need to happen in person. Anyone can text something, but to actually talk about it is another thing. I’d much rather receive a voice mail and call the person back than have a full-blown texting battle for a few hours when it could be a ten minute conversation and be done with it. I see it as a battle because it can get confusing, can possibly lead to frustration, and even lead to other problems or hurt feelings. What happens when it comes time to have an actual conversation face to face with someone and texting is the only form of communication that has occurred about 95% of the time?? I’ve been there and done that. I’d much rather spend time with someone face to face and have more serious conversations where I can hear someone’s voice than hiding behind a text. Don’t get me wrong…I like texts that let me know someone is thinking about me or a random ‘Miss you’ ‘What you doin?’ ‘I wanna see you.’ ‘Thinkin’ about you and wanted to say hi.’ A little flirting is fun sometimes too….but I still say the Check Yes or No letters we had in grade school that we read as we looked across the room with a smile on our face and that first time you have a good conversation at the coffee shop, over dinner, or sitting on the couch watching a football game cannot be touched by the age of texting.
I just often wonder what the world might be like if people did not have the option of texting and actually had to work at communicating. What would we be like if we went back to the way things were 30 years ago and wrote letters, sent cards, and had manners the way were supposedly were taught by actually saying thank you or being there for someone other than behind a phone screen or computer. I will always be a fan of Snail Mail.
Since I was brought into this world my parents have surrounded me with the one kind of love only animal lover’s know about. I have had dogs, cats, puppies, kittens, horses, rabbits, birds, turtles, Easter chicks, a calf I fed with a bottle, fish, lightning bugs, and hamsters. I firmly believe that the opportunity of being able to love and care for an animal has shaped who I am today. Animals love us no matter what we do,what we say, how horrendous our morning breath may be, or the mistakes we make. Over the years I have always had a dog. Dogs have been said to be man’s best friend. Besides the friendship of my mother and sister, my dogs have been my best friends. Just recently I thought I might have to euthanize my yellow Labrador of 12 years. Because he still has that “sparkle” of life in his eyes I decided not to let him go too soon. Although, there is a time we HAVE to let our best furry friends go. As much as we wish they could be with us forever, the love we have for them is eternal in my opinion.
Chase, my lab, is now at my parents place enjoying the land and place he has always known as his real home. I miss him terribly and still feel the same eternal love I did when he was here with me in person, but making the decision to take him there was for him. Not for me. A few weeks later my parent’s Bichon Frise of 14 years had a stroke the day before his 14th birthday. On his birthday he went to be with all of our other pets to frolic and tail wag in a place only they know about. As painful as these losses may be, the way they have touched us is unique to us. All the animal lovers out there know the feeling.
The pain and agony we go through when losing a pet is like no other. Even though we are never given a certain amount of time with our loved ones or our pets, one thing I know for sure is the way we are touched and forever changed by being blessed with their presence and love. The love and loyalty of an animal cannot be replaced…..just remembered and built upon or multiplied as we go through our busy lives. I wonder what the world would be like if we were all just a little more understanding, a little more caring, a little more loving, and a little more loyal to the things we care about the most…….especially to what is eternal instead of just the temporary things we have been given in life. My faith has been tested, but one thing I know for sure is that if my faith and loyalty toward the eternal life were as strong as my dog’s faith and loyalty for me…..my inner happiness, dedication, the way I treat others, my attitude, and my relationships with others might be more fulfilling. We all ALWAYS have room for improvement in this area. A verse I think says it all…….2 Corinthians 4:18 So we don’t look at the troubles we can see now; rather, we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen. For the things we see now will soon be gone, but the things we cannot see will last forever.
Surrounding self with positive things, positive people, positive attitude, positive expectations…..it seems difficult but it’s possible. No matter how dark things seem to be or actually are, the possibilities of better things are always there. Had a good friend tell me today that “thoughts are finicky.” They drive those emotions that are already driving the thoughts…a vicious cycle. According to Merriam-Webster, finicky is extremely or excessively particular, exacting, or meticulous in taste or standards or requiring much care, precision, or attentive effort. I guess when I thought about it, it became more clear how powerful our thoughts can be. They determine our emotions (and our emotions drive the thoughts) that we carry with us whether for a minute, an hour, or a few days.
I’ve realized that negative emotional people like to surround themselves with the same (or people who actually will listen to it), and when they are not fulfilled they move on to someone else. Careful!!! It can be contagious! When we give into that negative behavior and thinking, we can get sucked in like the eye of a hurricane pulling in every bit of anything susceptible to its destruction. My friend who was explaining to me how “thoughts are finicky” went on to tell me how his thinking through emotions led him down a path of personal destruction, and now more recently a more fufilling nondestructive joy that only comes with positive expectations. Just thinking through emotions before acting on them can make or break the entire cycle.
So think about it…..Drawing the best to yourself whether it be it the people, the circumstances, or the outcome can lie in the emotion and the direction you want it to go. Draw the best to yourself through positive expectations and just StopThinkPauseAct. Waiting to act based on emotions/thoughts fed by those emotions can draw the better or the best. It’s a personal choice. I think about my horses back home. No matter what kind of day it is…..rain, sunshine, sleet, snow, they always seem to see the “carrot” dangling in front of them. They know and expect that it is coming. If we expect that the best will be drawn to us, it will be.
“Patience is a virtue…..”~ statement by one of my clients more recently.
I have been thinking about what he said ever since and am amazed and in awe. Being an employee of a large organization where the chaos seems to run rampant has taught me many life lessons, and I would not trade them for anything. I have learned so much more from the people I serve daily than I think I have learned in my entire college career of 10 years. I am about to earn my Ph.D., and I am learning more from just living life (especially from the people that I least expected to). I’ve learned more about myself through relationships with friends, ups and downs with the dating scene, family, and now through the place I spend most of my time: WORK.
I just don’t see it as work though. I see it as a place I go to each day that I give bits and pieces of myself, and I get bits and pieces of little lessons (that’s what I call them) in return. I think these little bits and pieces I get in return make me even more whole each day. Some of the people I work with have never been given the time of day, yet I could sit and talk with them for hours and learn something that sticks with me for years. As frustrated as I may get about something that does not go my way or even when someone really just gets under my skin…..I have learned the true test of patience comes when you may be at your lowest. Or it could be when someone tells you that they wish you could walk a mile in their shoes.
For me, this is when the light bulb clicks on. You know exactly what they are talking about because you know they have had a rough/tough/hard life. Maybe I am a bit soft, but I Really Really Really admire people who are willing to just take a moment, a few minutes, just some personal time of reflection and think about how blessed they are. Being a patient in a hospital or a jail may allow for reflection, but the sad thing is it should not be the only time some people should actually do some reflecting, thinking, praying, or considering. We are always so busy trying to catch up, get in on the latest gossip, get the bills paid, judging others, designating tasks for others to take care of, and just being plain impatient.
A few weeks ago I found myself in one of those poor pitiful me moments, and then I realized after a day or two of being consumed with thoughts and feelings that I now think were a bit immature, that I truly am blessed. I literally just got onto myself when I was in the shower one evening when I came to this realization about something I was going through and griped myself out! There are so many others out there that are going through trials that mine do not touch on….the petty day to day stuff is what I am talking about. I have been through tough stuff, but the petty stuff?????!!!! How do you determine what is petty and what is not?!?! Some things are really just not worth the the fight……the fight with yourself and the fight with the world (whoever or whatever it may be). That is when patience becomes a virtue. Patience is not something that comes naturally to any of us. We learn to be patient, we teach ourselves patience, we pray for patience, we ask for patience, we practice patience. One of my favorite quotes I came across from a great pastor that George W. Bush describes as “a kind of man who puts faith into action” is one I would like to share with my friends. T.D. Jakes once said, “Timing is so important! If you are going to be successful in dance, you must be able to respond to rhythm and timing. It’s the same in the Spirit. People who don’t understand God’s timing can become spiritually spastic, trying to make the right things happen at the wrong time. They don’t get His rhythm – and everyone can tell they are out of step. They birth things prematurely, threatening the very lives of their God-given dreams.”
We may think we are all that, we may think everything is about us, and we may become impatient when things don’t go the way we want them to. As for me…..I am going to remember the man who expressed his thoughts on patience when talking with me at work this week. And most importantly, I am going to remember that deep down in my heart there is the unbreakable connection to my roots and faith that I’ve been brought up with. My lack of patience is because of the selfish desires on my clock and not HIS desires on HIS clock.