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stella41b -> RE: Any ideas to kick my butt into gear? (12/22/2008 4:54:31 PM)
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ROFL
Just to prove everybody wrong, up comes a wonderful CountrySong with some good advice. Lol.
I'm also one of many perhaps who have had a crap time of late, and there's nothing I could ever hope to say or words which would have the magic effects of bringing the dogs back, other than to say that the dogs are probably intelligent enough to look after themselves, and while they were with you they were happy and loved, and if ever there was a chance they will find themselves back to you.
As for the rest... well it's over, and you're alive enough I guess to be able to read these words, and also in a position of some sorts to access them.
Why dwell on it? It's the past, gone, over, history.
I still remember three years ago in a December which was also crap, I was street homeless with frostbitten feet. But I can remember the first night perfectly. It was a warm night, about 9 degrees, I had a bit of money and bought myself a SIM card for my cellphone and a weekly bus ticket. I travelled around London looking for somewhere to sleep, and ended up finding a place behind a parade of shops in North London. Beside some bins I found a lot of cardboard, got together some pallets and within about an hour I had a wooden hut which looked like pallets stacked against the wall insulated by cardboard.
Behind a charity shop I found some old clothing thrown out which I put above the flooring of cardboard and a couple of books. I also found a battery powered radio. From behind the supermarket in a large plastic dustbin I found a pre-packed microwave-ready chicken curry with pilau rice, a four pack of jam doughnuts, and three cans of Budweiser beer. Round the corner in the nightshop I bought a small pack of candles and some cheap batteries.
I then proceeded to have a decent night, my homecoming party for one, with the beer, the curry, the doughnuts, the books, and a comfortable night's sleep. I had arrived in London that midnight on Friday, this was the end of my first Saturday, and the wooden hut was my home for the weekend. I was warm, safe, comfortable, had light, something to read, something to listen to, somewhere to sleep, and I could rest. I also had contact with the world through my cellphone, means of transport, hell... at that moment in time it didn't matter that I was homeless, because I probably had more than quite a few people passing me on the streets with homes to go to. I even forgot how sore my feet were until I started walking on them.
People were right, feeling sorry for yourself and dwelling on the past just keeps you there. But you know, even when it's really bad, in the times when life really kicks you in the teeth, the only thing which can prevent you from finding happiness and positive experiences is your own mind.
The only people who are proud of their misfortunes are victims. Survivors continue living, and they're either happy, or they're looking for positive reasons to be happy. That means going out into the world, living life, and creating happy memories.
Here's some ((((((((hugs)))))))))) to help you get started.
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