Don’t Wanna Die of ‘Grudgitis’
For the past several weeks [ever since I developed chicken pox and up until now], I have been reading and re-reading a book on positive thinking. In a nutshell, it says that positive thinking can change the course of your life and good things will start to come once you picture all things positive.
While I have been trying my darnest best to keep positive about ALL things, there are minor irritations that still get to me. Case in point: my post on flakiness, hehehe.😀
Was talking it over with my mom and my sister, and my sister’s opinion was that I was too harsh; while my mom called me ‘bad.’😀
Perhaps I was too harsh; perhaps I should’ve extended my patience a bit more. The problem with me is that I let things slide pretty easily but when I’ve had just about enough, I blow my top off [not literally as I am not prone to shouting matches and I detest confrontations]. I am working on that now…if I let things slide, it means I should not hold it in anymore. I have let it go. Apparently, I haven’t.
Anyway, I came across one section in the book that told of a certain man who died of ‘grudgitis.’ He was holding a lot of grudges against all the people around him that it resulted in him having a heart attack and cost him his life.
Well, I don’t wanna die of ‘grudgitis’ so I’m learning to let go of all past hurts [from childhood up to my thirty-something years — ain’t saying how young I really am, hehehe :D] and looking more positively at things now.
It’s only March, but it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas…😀