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I read this story and decided it was time to do something about life.
Right now is very special, not in a little while, not tomorrow, not next month. RIGHT NOW
Everyday is special because I am alive so everyday I pledge to do at least one or maybe all of the following:
- I will wear my special clothes
- I will use the special china
- I will read a couple of pages of a good book
- I will learn something new even if it is a new word
- I will call a friend
- I will make amends
- I will buy myself a gift even if it is something small or silly
- I will buy my loved ones gifts
- I will give money to charity without thinking about it
- I will remind myself that I am amazing
- I will remind my loved ones that they are amazing
- I will not complain but I will be grateful for the blessings in my life
- I will take the time to be good to myself
- I will stop caring what the world thinks
Because after all I am alive and that is so special
is to get an unexpected gift for no reason. My sister got me this lovely lovely tote.
All the synonyms for “happy” in a wordle. I am nice like that, I want to spread more happiness in the world.
“Happy people are patient. They wait for the right time when they go after what they want, and they avoid
unrealistic expectations with what they can’t control. ”
and tomorrow is
Kahlil GibranA couple of days ago, I asked my friends what they would like to invent and lots of people said they would like a bad memory eraser. I was surprised that so many people would want that. I find that blocking bad memories is a skill that you can learn. Apparently scientists have also found a drug that can be used to do just that. Of course, drugs like that could be very helpful for people who have had traumatic experiences and suffer from post traumatic stress, but what about the rest of us who just have bad or embarrassing memories that bother us.
I have a way with them.
Seriously, I do.
I am going to tell you.
It’s easy, I just forget.
Actually it’s not that easy. I sat down trying to think why I can forget about the things that bother me and dissected how I do it.
Don’t label it a bad memory in the first place
I’ve always been generally clumsy. I trip and I fall, one Thursday I walked through the club gates looking cute and all then I tripped and fell on my butt in the busiest spot in front of everyone. They laughed, they had to, it was hilarious. I felt my face go red and was going to cry then I realized it must have looked hilarious and laughed too. What could have been an embarrassing moment is now a funny one in my head. Whenever you catch a bad memory forming, laugh about it, find something funny or nice about it and store it under “crazy” or “funny” in your head.
Tape over it
Basically I replace the memories with something else. In other words, I dissasociate it with one event and associate it with something better. Imagine your brain like a video recording device (yes a VCR not a DVD recording device), when you have a bad moment just remember a positive moment and keep remembering it as vividly as possible. Talk about it, imagine it, daydream about it, tell everyone about it until it has replaced the bad one.
Make it about something else
Remember that day your car broke down, your cat died and your house was eaten by a huge fire because your neighbors threw a lit cigarette butt into your balcony? Do something fun or happy, go get a pedicure at a great place so you can call it “the day I had my awesome pedicure” instead of “the day my life fell apart”. It really is just that simple. This is similar to taping over a bad memory but is done immediately after something bad happens before it actually becomes a bad memory.
Train yourself to be an optimist
Some people are just natural optimists, they can see the good side of everything that happens no matter how ugly it is. If you consciously make the decision to do that all the time you can have happier memories instead of bad ones. It’s all about deciding to think happy thoughts.
A couple of days ago I got an email from David about this really interesting project; around the world in 80 clicks, asking mom bloggers what they love about being a mom. Starting off is Catherine, who has a more detailed intro on it and has written such a sweet yet realistic post.
Here’s how it’s going to work: this post that you’re reading? Is the departure lounge. I’m going to link to a couple of other mom bloggers here in Canada, and to a couple of mom bloggers from other countries around the world, and they’ll write their posts, sharing 5 things that they love (or maybe what they don’t so much love – this playground doesn’t force conformity) about being a mom, and then they’ll tag a few more bloggers from their own country and from other countries, and so on. And you’re more than welcome to join: just write a post of your own (5 things that you love about being a mom) and find someone to link to and tag – someone from your own country, if you like, but definitely someone from another country (Google is a good resource if you don’t know any; google any country name and ‘mom’ in their blog search function) (be sure to let them know that you’ve tagged them!) – and link back here and leave a comment and we’ll add you to the ‘itinerary,’ which David will compile and post and update as the tour proceeds.
I sometimes find it very difficult to think of things I love about being a mother, I am usually exhausted, sleep deprived and a total mess, and then there are other times when I enjoy it. I still don’t go around telling all of the women I know how amazing motherhood is and how everyone should become a mother because I think it is not for everyone and I think they should understand what they are getting themselves into (not that you will ever really know until you start changing that first diaper). For me it’s a constant uphill battle holding on to my sanity but I get by, mainly by letting go of the nitty and gritty and looking at the big picture.
Five things about being a mom (because I am not sure if they will be things I love or hate)
- I love being my daughter’s mother. She’s a my mini me, just like I was my mother’s mini her. It’s a bit narcissistic but yes I love the fact that she looks like me.
- I love making her giggle because no one else can do it like I can. I can make her giggle just by saying words or making faces or showing her trees. For some strange reason beyond my comprehension the little girl thinks trees and cats are the funniest thing in the world. Just show her a picture of either and she will laugh so hard. She also thinks my dancing is funny and claps and cheer as if I am a finalist on So You Think You Can Dance (and no I am sure that I can’t dance but I don’t care because the look on my one year old’s face is priceless).
- I still sometimes can’t believe I am a mother.
- I hate that it’s a 24 hour day job, 365 days a year, 366 on a leap year which sucks. They should totally stop having leap years because that extra day is exhausting. I sometimes wish I could just lock myself in the bathroom for a couple of hours without having to change diapers, feed or entertain her.
- I love feeling that I can influence the little one to be a better person although the same feeling keeps me up at night wondering if I can really do it.
I am tagging two moms in Egypt to keep you clicking, Insomniac and MamaMona, because I think they’re cool moms.
Here’s a total addictive time waster, find Waldo.
Where is Waldo?
It’s wa2fet 3arafa. Kol sana wento tayebeen. Has anyone watched the TV broadcast of the day? When I was younger I used to love watching them broadcast it. Something magican about watching millions of people all dressed in white, comming from all over the world, with only one intention; to perform Hajj. Anyways, I still love listening to all of the presenters talk about it, wish the Ummah a great Eid and hand over the mic to the next person. My favorite line is “wa2fet 3arafa, a3adaho Allaho 3alaykom belyomn wal barakat wayantakel al2an el microphone ila el zameel folan el folany men el iza3a el folaneya”.
Weird right? That is probably one of my strongest memories of Eid. I had to go run some last minute pre-Eid errands so I didn’t get to watch. I mainly wanted to watch this year to start my own family Eid tradition with my daughter. I am big on family traditions, heirlooms and memories. They create great stories for the younger generations and help them blend into the older members of the family and weave a colorful tapestry of family memories.
So, this Eid I am wishing you all Eid Mubarak! Pick up the phone call your grandparents, great aunts or uncles if they are still around. Call the members of your extended family. Yalla, what are you waiting for?
My daughter was just playing with her new favorite toy, a half empty water bottle which she shakes and throws and makes different sounds with. I called her name so that she would turn around, she did and gave me the same exact look my mother gives me when she’s concentrating and someone breaks her concentration. It is a mix of boredom and annoyment. It is so cute and freaky at the same time. She is determined and focused when she crawls, curious in everything around her and wants to hold everything.
Your parents spent a fortune at the orthodontist and the dentist for you to have good teeth, now flaunt it.
It makes people wonder, have you found out their secret? Or do you have one of your own?
It makes you look nicer and more approachable.
It can actually alter your mood and make you feel happier.
Burns more calories, it takes more muscles to smile than to frown, get a lazy workout.
It’s good for your immune system.