get up and go

Some times we don’t just get up and go.


Dr. Ray Stedman has his technique, what’s yours?

it all happened in july

I woke up and felt hardly rested. I wished I could sleep longer than three hours. The afternoon sun’s ray invaded the room with intense raw fierceness. The sheer curtains were absolutely defenseless against its barbaric force. I retaliated by refusing to get up. I swung my arm to cover my face, shut my eyes real tight and tried to go back to sleep. I wanted to just lie here, and … stop. I was tired; too tired to exist.

My treacherous mind betrayed me. It would not be still and quiet. It glibly switched from one thought to another. Some people were born with sensitive hearts. When they are in a positive environment and receive approvals, they shine resplendently. When they are not, gloom laminates their hearts and halts any motivation.

My mind retrieved a conversation I had with Aunty Julia many years ago. I was not sure how old I was then. Thirteen? Fourteen? I could not remember exactly. We were talking about a book on four temperaments.
“I’m a sanguine/phlegmatic,” Aunty Julia decided.
“I know for sure I’m not a choleric.” I laughingly explained, “Everyone says that I am lazy.” I poked her arm lightly, “I think I’m a sanguine too, Aunty.”
“No, you’re not a sanguine. You are a melancholic.”
“But, I’m not mopey!”
“Don’t think of it like that. Melancholics are creative and talented people. You are creative. You have lots of talents. And, you are sensitive.”
I was indignant and tried to convince Aunty Julia that I was a sanguine. I liked the idea of being a sanguine much better.

One thing I must admit, nature was hard to ignore. By nature I was a melancholic with an easily bruised heart and proneness to gloom. I must acknowledge that part of me and developed ways to cope with myself. So, despite of exhausting gloom, I still could go on and flow with life. Energy begets energy. Energy spurs life to kick in. Put things in motion and I will feel less dead. Start slowly; I’ve been paralyzed for a while. I can do one thing, even two, perhaps three. How about four? No, I better stop at three. Remember: proceed slowly.

With that thought. I got up and took a shower. I brushed my teeth and put on clean clothes. Amazing what miraculous power good hygiene had. (Action #1 accomplished!)

Being thankful creates positive feeling. Make a list of three.
Three things I’m thankful for:
1. My sweet child.


2. Pina colada cake Christer created for my birthday (the idea was based from my favorite juice). It was sweetened with agave nectar and dates. He knows that I’m trying very hard to be healthy (though failing each day).


3. I am now 41 years old. With each year added to my life, I learn to be more at ease with and being myself. I still have a lot to go, but it’s far easier being me than before. I like being older.
(Action #2 accomplished!)

This blog is updated (Action #3 accomplished!). Tomorrow, I hope to visit my friends’ blogs and catch up with them. Now I am going to work.