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Live for Today

I keep hearing ‘live for today’, but what the hell does it mean. How can you live your life a day at a time. That’s not possible and never will be, in my honest opinion, especially when you have a diary of appointments to keep on different days, often over weeks and months.

Or have I missed something? Wouldn’t surprise me if I have totally missed the plot and please feel free to creatively tell me where I am going wrong.

Mindfulness puzzles me. No I don’t know a lot about it and maybe this is where my answer lies. I have a past and I hope to have a long and prosperous future and as I see it they are both going to affect today. So how do I live for today, when I have already had one and want another one tomorrow. Am I  making sense, or am I rambling again?

I do try to live one day at a time and try not to worry about what goes on around me too much. I try to be organised where I only concentrate on what I have arranged for the one day and try my very best to stick to that, but, anyone who works with the general public will fully understand that you need to stay flexible as things can and do change, occasionally at the very last minute.

What also doesn’t help either is being brought up in a house of constant worry and stress. It’s hard to break the cycle of what we have been taught. But we can only try. In a perfect world it would be so simple just to ‘live and let live’ with a motto of ‘each to their own’.

How do we not let what happened yesterday influence us today?

How do we not let what was said and heard yesterday affect us today?

It’s not easy is it. Or is it? Can we learn to live for today,  whilst ignoring yesterday and not even thinking about tomoorow, that’s another day? Maybe it is.

I truly hope there is an easy answer. Many of us are trying to take ourselves off the worry/stress hamster wheel who wish to live a happier carefree way of life. I hope we all get what we are looking for.

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Does It Matter

In the grand scheme of things, does it really matter?

What am I talking about now? Religion and our inner most faith is what I have been questioned about today. Should it matter to anyone else what my beliefs are, do I have to share it with anyone else? I don’t think so, but there again I’m not your average person and don’t want to be either.

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Today I have been asked what my religion is? And it shook me a little bit because I don’t feel I have a religion and I felt a little uncomfortable answering. But why should I feel that way? I have a faith and a belief that are mine and should be nobody else’s concern.

Yes, as a child of about 3 years old there is one photograph of me with my godparents, Aunt Pat, dad’s sister and Aunt June and Uncle Brian, mum’s closest friends, not our real aunt and uncle, on my shared christening day. There we are all stood proudly outside in the front garden. When I say shared, it was because my little sister Tracy was also christened on the same day at a few months old.

For a long time I used to deny even being christened because all I remember as a really young child was religion causing arguments. Dad didn’t believe in anything, had no faith what so ever and mum was so frightened not to believe that she insisted that we had to be christened. So you can just imagine the rows we used to hear. Eventually dad buckled to the pressure and let mum have her way. The day meant so much to me I have no memories what so ever of any of it, so if I didn’t have the photograph I wouldn’t be able to recall anything. I must dig that old photo out now I am talking about it.

Dad’s none belief was so strong that every Sunday evening the minute Songs of Praise came on the television, up dad would get and off went the tv. Not forgetting in those days there were only one or two channels for us to choose from and the option we had was you either watched what was on, or, you turned it off. As a kid though it was close to bed time so didn’t really affect me. This all coincided with bath, clean pyjamas on, nit comb and fingers and toe nails trimmed. The Sunday night ritual I will never forget.

Once we moved to Canada, after dad died, Sunday school was a habit us 2 girls were somehow lead in to. Each week being collected and dropped off again afterwards, by the strangest lady from the church you would ever meet, and all so mum could have a lay in. I remember the church well, it was on the end of Silver Street, near the beer store but can’t remember the name of it for the life of me. I don’t remember that lasting long though and it didn’t really make such a great impression on me if I can’t remember the name of it.

I do remember the United reformed church in Richmond that we used to have to go to with the Scott family if ever we were lucky enough to be allowed to stay over night on the farm, but it is the memories of us all piling in the station wagon to drive down the road in that I really remember. Two adults and 6 of their children plus me all squashed in and laughing about who could sit where. Sherry and I used to love being able to sit in the rear facing seats right at the very back and upsetting Bob and Bruce because they liked it too.

Can I say religion has paid a big part in my life, no I guess it hasn’t. I can’t say my chosen God parents had any religious influence over me, they certainly never made sure I attended a church. My 2 god mothers are still alive but as life has taken its many twists and turns we don’t see each other any more.

When my daughter was born they only gave her 48 hours to live and I will never forget the nurse’s face when she told me I must have her christened and to contact whoever I wanted to do the ceremony. I flatly refused as I suppose this was the dad in me coming out as I told her boldly that at that moment in time my faith was in the doctors and nurses as well as Becky herself. If it was meant to be that she lived then it would happen. Having anyone come in to say a few words over the incubator and ventilator wouldn’t make the slightest difference to me. And I’m happy to report that 33 years later she is still here, alive and kicking, and still not christened.

Has been of a religious faith made any difference to her life, no I don’t think so, and she’s a big girl now and can choose to follow whatever faith or religion she wishes.

Does it really matter if people have a religious faith, yes it does, if that is what they choose to have. I believe we are all individuals doing our best to live the life we have been given and if we feel we need a belief system, then have one.

But please, be mindful of your beliefs influencing how you treat others. My reply and the look on the person’s face today tells me they won’t be rushing to have a chat with me again.

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Happiness

I  read this quote on the tinterweb the other day and it got me thinking

“Man only likes to count his troubles; he doesn’t calculate his happiness.”

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Just what is it that makes us happy? Whilst I am rattling on spend a moment to think about yourself and what makes you happy.

Is it helping others, is it what you own materialistically, is it what you would like to do, is it the memories you have from what you have done?

My life over the last couple of weeks has been manic and crazy with lots of changes going on. For those of you who don’t know my day job is working from the Happiness Centre in Ilkley, healing and running workshops and meditations and lots of other things as well. Well today it started about 10am, one after the other person called in to see me and sit and have a chat. Everyone of them had a trouble that they needed to talk about. The last one left about 3.30 and I was due to go home at 4. Now normally I would have been climbing the walls and trying to sort out all of their problems for them, but for some reason I just sat and listened, didn’t even offer any advice, nowt, not a bean, but.

Do you know what made me happy that day? It was that all of these people knew that they could come to me to offload. There was nothing I could do to change anything for them, that was down to them. They all felt 100% better when they walked back out the door again. At one point I had to ask one gentleman to call back in about ½ hour after he had had a wander around and had a coffee as the lady before him was talking some serious things that I felt nobody else should be hearing. Some days my working life is more like a coffee club than a zen like quiet space.

I wonder what makes some of us all negative and only concentrate on our troubles and some of us all positive and only think of the happy things in life. Do you think there is something we can do to make ourselves happier with our lot.

Someone once said to me, how can you expect to make others around you happy if you aren’t happy yourself.

Maybe it is up to us to spend the time and effort on ourselves first before we try to help others. Life is strange at times and often when these funny days happen it is because we have something to learn from it. My lesson was certainly to think of myself and not everyone else that day, not to take on their worries and woes and leave them to sort themselves out. That is what will make them happy when everything is resolved.

My dictionary says that to be happy you have to be glad or content, lucky or fortunate. So why is it, if we aren’t glad or content we don’t do something about it?

What is it that stops us from being happy with our lives at times?

Maybe if we could work that out just maybe we can make some nice changes to our lives. How many times have you said, I would be so happy if I won the lottery tonight or I would be so much happier if I had a new car, or a new house or etc etc, you know what I mean. Why do we say we would be happier if we had more things WHY????

What does being happy mean to you? Why is it something different to each and everyone of us? If I don’t understand and spend the time to find out what makes me happy how can I expect to make someone else happier in their life. We are all different in our outlook and expectations so let’s concentrate on being different but being happy.

How many of you know people like I do, they moan and groan and always complain. When you offer to help or give suggestions to them they always come back to you straight away with a reason why they can’t make those changes. Then have the cheek to say, it’s alright for you as though you don’t have to do anything to make your life ok and everything a bed of roses.

Maybe we just need to learn to leave them to get on with it in their own sweet way.

All the time I have been thinking of this I have had someone singing Ken Dodd’s Happiness song in my ear. It is still as cheesy as it ever was, for those not old enough to know what I am on about, google it. It will make you laugh I am sure.

Here are some of mine that make me happy on a daily basis that I will share:

Hugs, kisses, smiles, sending time with my family and friends, going on sunshine holidays, being able to pay my bills, having petrol in the car so I can get where I need to be, having food on the table that I like to eat, being able to take the dog for nice long walks in the woods and the fields, having a bit of money in my pocket so can go spending occasionally.

Maybe this time has given us all something to think about and if we aren’t happy with our lives then maybe we can find the courage to make some changes. We all deserve to be happy.

Hard work

What is hard work and what makes it hard is my current question? The answer I received during meditating was ‘hard work is something you don’t want to do’.  So does that make sense to me. Well yes I think it does in a strange way.

Hard work to me means long hours, no pleasure, no gain or reward at completion, just something we have to do to get a head in life. When we enjoy doing something and can see the rewards we or others will receive from our hard work and long hours somehow it doesn’t seem like hard work.

Life is meant to be a pleasure not a chore so if you find any part of your life hard work what can you do to make the changes.  Some say not a lot and just stick with what they know, whilst others when they realise what is happening and face up to the changes they have to make can put the hard work in to get what they really desire to make something that is hard work fun again.

Life gives us many opportunities and I strongly believe we have free will to guide us, but why choose to go where we do not receive any joy. If your life is hard work, just stop for a moment and think what you would do to take the hard out of hard work.

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