Peace is a valuable thing. It can’t be bought and sometimes you have to work at it to have it. If you have it guard it, hoard it and love it. It is one of those things that is priceless. Some people who are wealthy in money and material things don’t have it. They are too busy chasing the dream to enjoy it. They spend their time trying to make more money or they’re afraid of losing what they have. This creates chaos.
Some poor people don’t have it because of many reasons. If you want peace you have to learn to put negative thoughts out of your mind and sometimes even about other people. if others have hurt you and you hold grudges and constantly think about those things it becomes like a festering sore that never heals. Healing comes with putting it out of your mind and moving on.
If you’re around somebody who is negative or a pessimist the best thing you can do is try to get away from that person. They’re just bring you down with their negative thinking or put you down which is the same thing.
Learn to clear your mind of the clutter. Find a quiet place and listen to soft meditating music. I often do this and put myself in another place, maybe a quiet country road or imagine a quiet, happy peaceful life. Soon I become like this. Yes. Free your mind.
As a kid I had a vision of my adult life. I’d be able to do anything I wanted to. I’d be freer than ever. My marriage would be a fairytale. It would be a husband who adored me and my every wish would be his command.
Of course I’d only work for the first year of our marriage. Then we’d have two children and buy a home.
Was I ever wrong. I forgot that maybe I’d be single and have to provide for myself. I didn’t realize that my parents provided everything for me. After a divorce and one child I had to really face the world and work. Also when I was married. It wasn’t the glamorous office world in the movies but a hard daily grind and worried about a child I had to leave at home with babysitters or a preschool.
I suffered from depression because my life wasn’t a fairytale. Who’s is. My daughter bought me out of this in her teen years. She said Mom you have to come out of the life that’s the little white picket fence, the one man all your life and the children. What a doll. She could see what I couldn’t see. I went on to enjoy my life as a single Mom and then to marry a wonderful man whom I’ve been with for about 26 years.
Is organizing depressing? Of course not. You feel like you’ve accomplished something afterwards and everything looks better.
Organizing can be creating or recreating.
I look around in my room if I get depressed. I stay in my room much of my time and it’s sort of my woman cave. I have moods and my room changes with them’
I find a lot of treasures to put or decorate my room and home with. I love to go looking at the Goodwill Store, thrift shops, The Dollar Tree etc. I find many things for little or nothing. I looked at the Office stores and furniture stores for a desk I wanted to no avail. They seemed to be mostly table tops without the drawer space I was looking for.
My husband and I passed a yard sale and I found just the desk I wanted. It was quite durable too, and small enough to fit in a corner of my room. It also has four drawers in it. Guess what? It only cost me twenty dollars.
I said earlier I have moods and my room changed with them. If I am in a serene mood I may clear all the clutter off my dresser and put a lovely vase with a flower on it. I even bought seashells which I put in a round vase and placed it there.
A fun mood may catch me copying a makeup artist and placing makeup on it, displaying the colorful bottles and lipsticks. Don’t leave things the same if you find yourself depressed. Recreate and change things around and add touches to your home.
I see their lifestyles and their values if any. I wonder. I know sometimes these people may pretend to like me just to get me in their web like a spider in a cobweb. I see beyond that. Sometimes I see the ugly stares or even rudeness.
I know that maybe I should compromise. However I decide not to and just to be myself. I like myself and I know that there are others who do too. I don’t want to lose myself or the other people in my life. I try to change and please other people but I come back to myself. I can’t seem to lose myself. I come to the conclusion that I’m not a people pleaser. I once was. I guess I’ve stepped out of the box.
Have I given up too much stepping out of the box? I guess there are some things I have given up and may miss but I’ve found so many other things that I like and value. There are compromises in these things too.
I say I won’t compromise but I do. I compromise when I see that I am wrong or hurting others or myself.
Yes I may compromise but I can’t lose myself.
You see. I have a selfish reason. I don’t want to be in another person’s hell.
I feel so plain and simple but with a swish of my comb I’ll have a new hairstyle. I’ll put on my red lipstick and makeup and I’ll be completely different.
I think I’ll wear one of my pencil skirts and that new camisole I just bought. I’ll top it off by wearing my new black patent high heels not those plain old flats I’ve been wearing.
I’ll avoid the stares and smiles because I’m really a shy girl underneath.
Oh well here I am walking down the street. Why is that man looking at me with that lustful look? Is my skirt too tight, my top too low? No. He’s just being a dirty old man.
I pass another guy and notice how cute he is. I smile brightly and say hi. He returns the smile and starts a conversation with me. I leave him with my phone number and think what an interesting day.
So I got all dressed up. Where did I go taking so much care to be dressed just right? Oh just to the drugstore around the corner from my house. You see I’m just a plain shy girl at heart. However it was worth it meeting that cute guy and all. I wonder when he’ll call. I smile to myself.