Hello, My Friends, and how are you doing today? How’s the weather been in your neck of the woods? ‘Man O’ man, has it increasingly gotten colder since New Year’s Eve, and I didn’t think that was even possible. Burrrrr… At 4 am this morning, it was 4 degrees with a windchill of minus 2. ‘Ah, Hell no!’ – I can’t deal with this crap. I like when the weather is in the high 70’s and low of maybe, 55. That to me would be perfect, but I can’t exactly place an order with Mother Nature herself. LOL!
Yesterday, it was soon after I had posted a piece for the Daily Post Prompt: Conversation, my mother called me to wish me a Happy New Year and told me she was needed to be admitted into the hospital again from a withdrawal off opiates that she has no other choice but to take. Her back is crumbled, a knee is shot to hell, and not to mention the mere fact that she is going to be 72 in February, it is extremely dangerous for her to experience this. Soon after she announces this to me, she said she contacted my sister to have her take her there, but that she said no. So… You can just imagine how angry and scared I was all at the same moment. I told her if she didn’t call 911, I would. I mean really, she could have gone into cardiac arrest. We ended the conversation, by her telling me she was going to lye down because she felt so horribly ill, then hung up. A half hour later, she called me back to tell me she contacted my Brother-in-law and told him she needed to go “NOW!” – With this, him being the more sympathetic one in the marriage, he brought my mother to the hospital.
I was so relieved that he came to pick my mom up, and take care of her… I had to give over to God that he would take care of the rest. What followed after being notified she was going to the hospital, I then wrote (Part 1) of “New Year & New Outlook”. The more I wrote about it, the better I was actually feeling. Don’t get me wrong, I was still quite upset with my “Sister”, but there was nothing else I could do, is that I’m 1300 miles away from my Mom. I would simply have to wait it out, and see what was going to happen.
By working on thinking positivity, and not thinking negatively, I was able to write the piece I wanted to yesterday.
Trust me, I was nervous and scared waiting to hear something, anything, but I knew I was not going to hear anything from my “Sister”, I would have to wait until morning, (this morning), and it was a long, restless night with one nightmare after the other. Plus, I still woke up feeling anxious. I called my mother the minute my eyes shot open, all to learn that she made it there and the doctors took very good care of her. I Thank God wholeheartedly for answering my prayers. Plus, I am so grateful to my brother-in-law for doing the right thing.
So, this afternoon, I want to continue with positive and optimism thought processing when life is just plain bumpy. Sound like a plan? Alrighty, then.
No matter how bad things get, remember, they could get a whole lot worse. Be grateful during those moments when you can ruminate over the ill feelings, of doubt and repeat after me, “Things could always be worse, and this too shall pass.” This is cognitive, positive and optimism at it finest.
Come up with ideas of how to turn negative thoughts into the powerhouse of positive. Sure, things could be better, but if there is a lost opportunity, there means there is a better one soon to come. Change your thinking processing pattern. “Should of, could of, would have”, thinking only holds you back. “I can, I will, I got this”, attitude strengthens you.
Believe in the ability to succeed. There is no better power than to believe, and not lose sight of hope. Sounds simple, right? “Nah, not always”, but you must keep practicing this self-talk daily to all of the above.
Yesterday could have been worse, but it wasn’t. I never gave up on hope and positive thinking. Self-talk your way to healthier thought processing.
Tomorrow, I will continue with these little exercises. Until then, practice, practice, practice! to become the best version of yourself.
Take Care & God Bless,