Good Grief. I Sigh.

Shall we? Let’s do it together. I’m serious. On the count of three—One, Two, Three, Sigh. There are days when I can’t hold it inside any longer. At work, every thing seems frustrating. If one more person calls to ask if I can rush a work order, it’s possible I might freaking yell at them.

Do you sigh a lot? Here’s what science says it could mean.

Excessive sighing can be your body’s way of crying out for help.

The Indian Express – article, Do you sigh a lot?

With me, sighing comes from the forbidden. It’s the anger I’m not allowed to express. Hope is gone. And I am overwhelmed by the weight of the mountain I need to move. I sigh in frustration.

There is power inside me, even if I’ve forgotten. I look for quick fixes and something outside of myself for help. But, usually, I already have a solution. JKB

The act of sighing, both intentionally and spontaneously, appears to induce signs of relaxation in low-anxiety people as well as those with high trait anxiety…

Psy Post—Sighing reduces physiological tension in anxiety-sensitive individuals, study finds.
Sighs

If you’re exhausted, be kind to yourself and take a break. Make space for rest. Lighten the load if you can. Even an imaginary vacation can help for a time. Or grab a friend virtually and do a movie night together. In these days when everyone is working from home, I’m still commuting to work. I’m not complaining since it’s good to have a paycheck, I only need others to understand that I am not feeling the boredom from staying home. I would welcome my place, some couch time, and Netflix. But it’s against some companies’ policies.

We’re going to kick this thing.

I’m reading the book, You Are A BadAss. It’s a bit cheesy in its positive spin, but I needed it this week. A short shove in the right direction.

This is the book I’m reading (listening to)currently. View on Goodreads

Never apologize for who you are. It lets the whole world down.

Jen Sincero, You Are a Badass: How to Stop Doubting Your Greatness and Start Living an Awesome Life

“We only get to be in our bodies for a limited time, why not celebrate the journey instead of merely riding it out until it’s over?” 

― Jen Sincero, You Are a Badass: How to Stop Doubting Your Greatness and Start Living an Awesome Life

The top picture is from an instragram post

Hard Times Come Again No More

1803421922-tumblr_mevga9vhge1rla79eo1_500Some weeks are exhausting. Getting out of bed is more than I can do. But then I meet people who are suffering, lost their job, a child has cancer, and it makes me realize I’m okay. Just whining here. This song is for those who have had some real hard times.

Maybe this is you. Did you take two steps forward and slip three steps back? If this hasn’t been one of your good weeks and it seems that only the vultures are your friend. I’m sorry. I wish I could be there with you and help. Could you consider singing part of this song with me? It’s one of my favorites. The band is Eastmountainsouth.

let us pause in life’s pleasures and count its many tears
while we all sup sorrow with the poor
there’s a song that will linger forever in our ears
oh, hard times come again no more

’tis a songa a sigh of the weary
hard timesa hard times come again no more
many days you have lingered around my cabin door
oha hard times come again no more

while we seek mirth and beauty
and music light and gay
there are frail ones fainting at the door
though their voices are silent
their pleading looks will say
oh, hard times come again no more

’tis a songa a sigh of the weary
’tis a songa a sigh of the weary
hard times… hard times come again no more
many days you have lingered around my cabin door
oh, hard times come again no more

’tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave
’tis a wail that is heard upon the shore
’tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave
oh, hard times come again no more

Read more: Eastmountainsouth – Hard Times Lyrics | MetroLyrics

I hope tomorrow is full of joy and delight.

Check out Crimson, Eleven, Delight, Smell of Dust After Rain

Slow Starts

I don’t know who put super glue in my eye drop bottle, but when I find out they will be repaid in kind. You’ve had the mornings like mine. I always think of the song line, Mama said there’d be days like this. It seems the whole day is stuck in the sludge pit and you’re wearing lead shoes. Aside: So tired. I’m in Oklahoma and we’ve had a lot of noisy nights. Lightning, thunder, rain, and hail. The tornadoes that have went through the state haven’t made for the most peaceful sleeps and there’s been a lot of scary nights. But I have nothing to complain about since I’m still alive.

There are times when I tell myself to get home and just stay there. The days when I bump into walls and drop everything I pick up.  I want to sit down. I want to hide. When driving on those days, it seems everyone wants to dart in front of you.There are also times when I’ve just had enough. I’m tired, exhausted, and feel like a failure.

Sometimes, we feel like quitting. What’s the use anyway? If you’re never going to make it where you want to go, why not sit down and give up? Stop! First you are assuming exhaustion equals failure. Second, don’t forget your desire. You started for a reason. Finish for the same reason, because you want it. I will refer you to Seth Godin. A hierarchy of failure (from brave to shameful)

No one’s failed until they’ve quit. The one that I have the most difficulty with is Giving up in the dip. The beginning is exciting. It’s beautiful delicious hard work. And well worth every late night and every drop of sweat. Then it slows. It’s the dip. I usually call it the slump when I experience it. This time is only an issue if you view the slowing down as failure.

“How did they know it was a Dip and not a dead end?…By measuring incremental progress, they could see that the corner was just ahead.” http://sethgodin.typepad.com/the_dip/

If you started an exercise routine and are not seeing the progress you think you should, don’t quit. Look again. Are you still working out? If not start again. It’s not over until you decide. this is your life. This is your time. You have the choice to keep on going or to stop. www.nytimes-restaurant reservations go online-open table