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Tuesday, July 20, 2004
Life is good.

I have my computer back in working order, it was a little ill.... storm, no proper surge protector.... yadda yadda.

But that isn't why life is so good.

I'm just happy. I'm not sure if I can pinpoint why exactly. I do know one thing, there's a farmer in the orchard and although he looks like he may want a good apple, if he doesn't, I'm ok with that. In fact, I'm ok with being just as I am today.

M. is happy out here on the farm. He sometimes rides the big tractor with Bob, the owner, and sometimes rides the little lawn tractor. He gets to sit in the bobcat seat sometimes, and he feeds a couple of horses alfalfa cubes each day.

I look forward to work each day because my co-workers are great and I'm pretty good at my job. I look forward to going home each night because I'll get to play with Michael in the front yard, there will be friends around me, and I can still have my own space.

Let me explain a bit further for those of you who don't know my situation: I trained horses for a few years before I got married and M. was born. When I left training, I left a great job at a great facility, working for an awesome family.

Well now I've purchased the mobile home that their son owned, right on the property. It's a horse training facility, there's an indoor and two outdoor arenas, and a 50 or so stall barn. It's my favourite place to be, and I live here.

I recommend that to everyone: find your favourite place to be and be there.

I'm happy because I like myself, I know I'm a good person and I deserve to be treated well - by myself. You know what the saddest thing in life is? To never treat yourself well. Speak nicely to yourself, encourage yourself, love yourself.

Too many people have the negative, self-defeating tapes playing over and over in their heads. It tells them what they can't do rather than telling them what they can. Actually everyone has those tapes, I think the key is to speak louder with the positive tapes. Drown out the bad tapes.

Do this: look at yourself in the mirror and smile, each and every day. More than once. Several times. It works, I know.
  The Writing Mother
  posted at 8:22 PM
  3 comments



3 Comments:
At 11:20 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

You should be proud of yourself. You are a pleasure to know, and an inspiration. Thanks for that. I am learning these lessons too, and the more I learn, the more I know how true and utterly important they are. For me, those around me and especially children, not just my own, but every growing soul around me.

 
At 8:46 AM, Blogger Tiff said...

I'm glad things are going well for you. :)
Tiff
http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=neuroticfitchmom

 
At 7:26 AM, Blogger AGK said...

I work pretty hard to keep that tape from playing in my head. It takes practice, because I do like who I am overall...

 

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