Yep. Sorta felt like Tom must’ve in this photo, (there used to be a photo but it’s gone now – sorry) as I swam in my pool looking at the billowy clouds above my expansive back yard in The Sticks.
So many ways to now take this conversation.
Some of them quite disturbing and fun!
But for today’s needs, I wanted to point out how NSA and my chiropractors helped me to focus more on the positive and less on the negative and what that’s brought me.
This can be done and it’s not a negation of the negative or an ignorance of it.
It’s just a matter of not giving it any more power over our day than it potentially already has.
When Dr. Marc was first working on me, I dumped a lot of bad Juju at his feet, hoping he had something intelligent to say back to me that would help me deal with all my problems.
He did, but not in the way I foresaw. He just helped me to change my languaging to include more positive wording. He helped me remain clear on how much better my life was becoming, even though I had much stacked against me still.
And he always reminded me of my great potential and the fact that it was steadily manifesting itself at an ever-increasing rate.
My problems were still so big back then that it was really hard to see the sun through the clouds.
Well, problems are never far away in my day and their intensity levels wax and wane but overall, I am better able to not give them any more “wallowing in the mud” time than is acceptable.
I’ll still throw a quick pity party here or there and I like to enjoy the occasional explosive rage fest from time to time. But neither lasts long and I refuse for that to ever NOT be the case. And my ability to be this way is also something taught within the NSA and ROH paradigms.
It’s all about taking energy and repurposing it.
“Bad” and “good” are judgments we make as thinking beings. Nothing means anything until we decide it to be so.
And today, as I soaked in my pool – the one that took me 2 weeks to unscrew from the swamp status it had attained – the one that had me getting sunburned (badly) and eaten alive by the plethora of winged beasts we have ample supply of in my area as I worked – I just took a moment to remember.
- I remembered how it took me almost 4 months of planning, networking, and miracle-izing with my wife’s help to even get us into the house we have now.
- I remembered how we had no furniture for the first 9 months that we lived here.
- I remember the inside flooding we endured on our 2nd day in the house and the fire that broke out that very December, leaving a gaping hole in the wall all through winter.
- I remember the Spring we ran out of heating oil and the family washed from a basin of water that was heated on the stove for 3 months, while I Marine Corps’ed my way through icy showers (we have incredibly cold well water) out of spite.
I could go on like this for some time. We’ve battled, endured and overcome much to get this far as a family.
And I remembered it all as I soaked and I realized how frigging fortunate we all are now to be where we are, even with all our remaining problems, compared to where we once were.
I made it a point to be grateful.
I have found that the more I employ that simple act, the better everything seems to get. It softens the lumps and mutes the aches. It brightens my day and gives me the strength to persevere when I’m the only one around me who can thing Big Picture at that moment.
Being grateful can and will make you Psycho Tom Cruise happy, if you’ll just give it a try. Like when he was on Oprah’s couch. Go ahead. Give it a whirl.