Feeling Depressed?
by Jane Powell
by Jane Powell
“We see the world as we are.”
Remember the last bad day you had? Chances are you ended up in a grumpy mood and feeling fed up. Even though the sun may have been shining or people all around you were happy and laughing – you were miserable, which meant the day was bad no matter how you looked at it.
Unfortunately, this same thinking can color life itself. If you’re facing hardship, you may feel life holds no hope. If you’re lonely, you may decide the world is an unfriendly place.
Resolve to change this thinking pattern, now!
If you’re depressed, think of the excitement that life offers. If you feel stressed look for opportunities with optimism in your heart. If you’re lonely, realize the world is full of friendly people – and go out and meet them.
By choosing to see the joy in the way things are, you’ll soon feel the joy yourself!
Remember the last bad day you had? Chances are you ended up in a grumpy mood and feeling fed up. Even though the sun may have been shining or people all around you were happy and laughing – you were miserable, which meant the day was bad no matter how you looked at it.
Unfortunately, this same thinking can color life itself. If you’re facing hardship, you may feel life holds no hope. If you’re lonely, you may decide the world is an unfriendly place.
Resolve to change this thinking pattern, now!
If you’re depressed, think of the excitement that life offers. If you feel stressed look for opportunities with optimism in your heart. If you’re lonely, realize the world is full of friendly people – and go out and meet them.
By choosing to see the joy in the way things are, you’ll soon feel the joy yourself!
TO REMEMBER IS TO UNDERSTAND
Does this sound familiar?
James was cleaning out the attic one day when he came across a
ticket from a shoe repair shop. The date stamped on the ticket
showed it was over eleven years old. He felt sure the shoes would
not still be there, but decided to stop by and check anyway.
He handed the ticket to the man behind the counter, who scowled at
the date. "Just a minute," said the clerk. "I'll have to look for
these." He disappeared into a back room.
After a few minutes, the clerk called out,
"What do you know - here they are!"
"That's terrific!" said James, hardly believing his good fortune.
The man came back to the counter, empty-handed.
"They'll be ready Thursday," he said.
I hope James is the patient sort.
We should all be masters of patience; after all, we've had plenty of
practice. But mustering patience with unreasonable people (including
ourselves) may seem more than we can manage some days.
I heard about an elderly patient in an American hospital who was
recovering from a medical procedure. He decided to take a look at
his recovery-room record attached to the bed frame. He leafed
through the pages, then stopped at one particular notation and
furled his brow in consternation.
"I know I was in a bit of a muddle, but I didn't realize I was that
bad," he said apologetically to his nurse.
"I hope I didn't offend anyone."
She glanced to the spot where he pointed. "Don't worry," she said.
"SOB doesn't mean what you think. It stands for 'short of breath.'"
But I suspect that in some cases it does have a double meaning.
Especially if the patient is in pain, fearful or just plain out of
sorts. (And that goes for some of the hospital staff, too.)
Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher once said, "I am extraordinarily
patient, provided I get my own way in the end." But we don't always get our own way.
And patience can be taxed beyond reason.
Where does understanding come from when it feels as if there is nothing left?
It can come from the simple act of remembering. To remember is to
understand. It is not about gritting one's teeth and forcing oneself
to be more patient. It is actually easier than that.
Do you remember what it was like to be a child? No parent should
ever forget. And to remember is to understand.
Do you remember what it was like to be a student? Every teacher
should try to remember, and especially if they feel frustrated.
Do you remember what it is like to be a patient? Doctors and nurses
show more empathy after they have also spent time in a hospital bed.
Do you remember what it was like to be lonely? To be first? To be
last? To fail? To succeed? To be afraid?
To remember is to understand.
And to understand is to be patient.
Steve Goodier
James was cleaning out the attic one day when he came across a
ticket from a shoe repair shop. The date stamped on the ticket
showed it was over eleven years old. He felt sure the shoes would
not still be there, but decided to stop by and check anyway.
He handed the ticket to the man behind the counter, who scowled at
the date. "Just a minute," said the clerk. "I'll have to look for
these." He disappeared into a back room.
After a few minutes, the clerk called out,
"What do you know - here they are!"
"That's terrific!" said James, hardly believing his good fortune.
The man came back to the counter, empty-handed.
"They'll be ready Thursday," he said.
I hope James is the patient sort.
We should all be masters of patience; after all, we've had plenty of
practice. But mustering patience with unreasonable people (including
ourselves) may seem more than we can manage some days.
I heard about an elderly patient in an American hospital who was
recovering from a medical procedure. He decided to take a look at
his recovery-room record attached to the bed frame. He leafed
through the pages, then stopped at one particular notation and
furled his brow in consternation.
"I know I was in a bit of a muddle, but I didn't realize I was that
bad," he said apologetically to his nurse.
"I hope I didn't offend anyone."
She glanced to the spot where he pointed. "Don't worry," she said.
"SOB doesn't mean what you think. It stands for 'short of breath.'"
But I suspect that in some cases it does have a double meaning.
Especially if the patient is in pain, fearful or just plain out of
sorts. (And that goes for some of the hospital staff, too.)
Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher once said, "I am extraordinarily
patient, provided I get my own way in the end." But we don't always get our own way.
And patience can be taxed beyond reason.
Where does understanding come from when it feels as if there is nothing left?
It can come from the simple act of remembering. To remember is to
understand. It is not about gritting one's teeth and forcing oneself
to be more patient. It is actually easier than that.
Do you remember what it was like to be a child? No parent should
ever forget. And to remember is to understand.
Do you remember what it was like to be a student? Every teacher
should try to remember, and especially if they feel frustrated.
Do you remember what it is like to be a patient? Doctors and nurses
show more empathy after they have also spent time in a hospital bed.
Do you remember what it was like to be lonely? To be first? To be
last? To fail? To succeed? To be afraid?
To remember is to understand.
And to understand is to be patient.
Steve Goodier
Make time
Yes, of course you’re busy. Even so, make time for more than just being busy.
Yes, of course you’re busy. Even so, make time for more than just being busy.
This day will only be here once. Make the time, while you can,
to do something unique and memorable and valuable with it.
Certainly there are many, many things you have to do.
Make time, each day, to remember why.
Being busy is not the point of life. Make the time, use the time, to be purposeful.
Show your love to someone special, not merely with your words, but with your time. Instead of rushing right past life’s beauty,
make time to truly enjoy the wonders with which this day is filled.
Make some time that has real and lasting meaning. Make some time, today and every day, to live and appreciate the miracle that you are.
Ralph Marston
to do something unique and memorable and valuable with it.
Certainly there are many, many things you have to do.
Make time, each day, to remember why.
Being busy is not the point of life. Make the time, use the time, to be purposeful.
Show your love to someone special, not merely with your words, but with your time. Instead of rushing right past life’s beauty,
make time to truly enjoy the wonders with which this day is filled.
Make some time that has real and lasting meaning. Make some time, today and every day, to live and appreciate the miracle that you are.
Ralph Marston
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