Old Habits


Have you ever had a pair of jeans that you just hate to put in the trash bin.  I mean you have them broke in, comfortable, soft, and yes, almost down to nothing but white thread.  Holes in the knees and other places that your mom says is disgraceful.  Habits are like those pair of jeans.

I remember hearing someone talk about you can tell how an adult was raised by watching what they do after a meal.  If they are full of energy, it probably means after a meal their mother more than likely sent them outside to play.  The other scenario is after a meal the adult wants to lay down and take a nap.  It goes without saying that their mother probably had them take a nap after their meal.

With my dealing of being bi-polar I have had to deal with some of my old habits.  Negative thinking, procrastination, thinking about what it is like to be dead, all those and a multitude of more.  I am the first to admit I am a fifty-seven year old man who is set in his ways and I do not like change.

To deal with those old nasty, musty smelling habits you must commit yourself to change.  Change should mean progression, new attitude and outlook on life around you.  Not holding onto the pass, but trying to look ahead with the effort of moving forward.

The best place to start with old habits is taking those old pair of jeans and placing them in the trash can!

Learning To Laugh Again


Pro 15:13 MSG
13  A cheerful heart brings a smile to your face; a sad heart makes it hard to get through the day.

Let’s be honest and frank, life is too short!

I recalled reading about a man who laughed his way back to health.  I just used Google to make sure that my memory was correct.  The man’s name is Norman Cousins.  You can follow the link to read about his story.

For me I tend to look at things as a glass half full.  Somewhere along my life I lost the ability to laugh.  Maybe it was the medication, or certain events that have taken place in my life, or more likely a combination of both.

While in treatment there was one thing that was common among all of us in the ward, we all had an outlook on life that was grim and foreboding.  All of us focused on what was wrong with our lives.

During my teen years and even into my twenties I was optimistic about life.  It was during my early thirties that things took a change in direction.  It was the fact that some things were falling apart and I was losing control.  Inwardly I was very conflicted, feeling helpless, questioning my very purpose in life.  The optimistic outlook soon turned to one of pessimism.  It was this turn that soon found me overdosing on sleeping pills, landing for the first time in a mental health ward.

The joy of laughter was gone, it seemed like a very distant memory.  I was going through the motions of life, yet, feeling like a was adrift with no shoreline to swim towards. This would last for a period of ten years.

Several visits and stays in a mental health facility before any sort of laughter would return in my life.  It wasn’t until I had contact with my daughter and learning I had a grandchild.  My best friend did his best to bring some sunshine in my life.

Now I have my daughter in my life again, three wonderful grandchildren, a best friend whom has been in my life for over twenty years, and the ability to know joy and laughter again.  Life is no longer doom and gloom, but of dreams of seeing my grandchildren growing into wonderful adults.

Maybe your world sounds like my past, I would encourage you to find something, someone to bring some laughter into your life to bring a turn around for you.

As I started, life is too short!