I wish you a very selfish day. By Kimberly Evans.

Nothing is more clear to me, right this moment, as how

hard I work to be selfish. I am selfish in my interactions with  family, my friends, my spouse and my co-workers. I  try to be the most selfish when I read the vitriolic comments people leave under news stories, or under Facebook pictures. Me, me, me, me, me, is all I think about. 

Sometimes I become self-centered, and then my whole world falls apart. But when I stay selfish, I am at peace, and I can love all of those around ME. 

This weekend 3 events happened that caused an immediate self-centered reaction. I cried, I got angry, I defended, I felt badly for myself, and I was hurt. I then shared all of that with those around me, in a very self-centered way. 

Nope, being selfish is the way to be! 

Be selfish enough to understand that world peace starts with YOU! And, ME!!!! 

Be selfish - smile at everyone you see, and say nice things. See how that makes YOU feel. 

Be selfish - understand that IT is not about you, YOU are about you. 

It is super hard to be selfish - but I think it is very important work. 

I wish you a selfish day. :-)   

Cheers! Raise your glass(es). By Kimberly Evans.

I know I am not the only one who wanted braces and glasses as a child. I even wanted crutches, and a back brace that I saw a friend wearing. I wanted anything that meant you were just a bit different. I sadly, or fortunately, depending on the age of this thought, only needed braces. I was so happy to need headgear. The kind that hooked to the back teeth, and a strap wrapped around the back of your head. I only wish the orthodontist had said I needed to wear it at school.

As I grew older, I never grew out of wanting glasses. I am the youngest child, and all of my siblings needed glasses by their 40's. When I went to my eye doctor at around the age of 35, he promised me that I too would need glasses when I got to be in my early 40's. He promised!!! 

My 41st birthday came and went, and I still had the eyes of a super hero. My 42nd birthday came and went, and  tiny print mocked me, with it's crystal clear images. My 43rd birthday came, and I started to notice an odd change. Before I mention that, I will ask you, how did you know it was starting to be time to need glasses? What was your first clue? One person I know said she was eating dinner one night, and she asked her mother if the food on her plate, was blurry too. My first clue, was that I could no longer see my nipples. I can't be the only one. Let's be honest here, nipples grow little hairs out of them. Maybe not everyone's, I really don't know, but I bet I am not the only one. Anyway, I used to be able to see my nipples to tweeze the hairs out. By 43, I needed one of those magnifying glasses. But, I could still read itty bitty things without having to hold them at arms length. By age 44, I started to believe that my kids might be purposely holding things they wanted me to read, right up to my eyeballs. 

Now, I am 45, and about 2 months ago, my husband pointed out that I needed glasses. Maybe because I have been so vocal about wanting them for so long, I did not want to get them too early, and have people think I was faking. I mean, I don't need them, need them. I can still bring things under bright light and wait for my eyes to adjust and read things just fine. Anyway, I did buy cheaters yesterday. And, it was a celebration for me, I won't lie. As I have gotten older, I know I have been blessed with good health, including vision, and I don't really want to need glasses, except, I just love them! 

Cheers! 



 

Its not luck, its laundry. By Kimberly Evans.

When I was in middle and high school, when I was waiting for the bus, and on the bus, I would see an older man, prob. in his 40's, running. He wore running shorts. What stood out was his bouncing, jiggling, very entertaining thighs. I wondered how he ran so much and still had those loosey goosey thighs.. I got to see him, many years later, in the grocery store, and tell him how inspired I was by how much he ran. I left out the part about his thighs. I was born with big thighs. I spent much of my life hating them as if they were my own worst enemy. I have been varying degrees of in shape and out of shape. I have been really skinny and rather not so skinny. I have big thighs. Usually, when I run, I wear compression shorts, so as not to give middle and high school kids entertainment..Well, okay, the real reason is so that my thighs don't rub together. Recently Brad and I were talking as I was getting ready for a run. We were going over the check list of what I had. He asked if I had greased up, to prevent chaffing. I said that I did not need to. he said something like, you are lucky, or it must be nice, or something. I realized today, as I was getting ready to go for a run, NO, it is not luck. This week, there was a lot more "behind the scenes" activity than most weeks. I fell behind on many things around the house, like doing the dishes every night and sleeping in the bed (well, I woke up in the middle of the night and moved there), but stuff like that. AND, I ran out of compression shorts because I never did wash to be sure I had them for today.... So today, I have a nice hole in my inner thigh. It's not luck, it's laundry.

How to deal with Aggressive people, and avoid being one yourself. By Kimberly Evans.

This is just such great advice!!! SUCH GREAT ADVICE!! I needed to blog about it because I wanted to save it to a safe place so I never lose it. This blog seems like a great place to me. I will reference it many times!! 
 How to deal with Aggressive people. 

 I know this is how I FEEL when someone is being aggressive. No matter what I LOOK, or SOUND like.

When someone is being aggressive, I may REACT, instead of use that methods that would help to diffuse the situation. Then, I become aggressive in response. It is a no win!

 

Passive aggressive is just as bad as outward aggressive.  I think living with passive aggression can kill over time. Kill the spirit and the love for each other. All forms of aggression should be unlearned.