As a young pup Mom often told me life is what you make it. If life sends you lemons you need to try and make lemonade.
At times I didn't really do that well. These were the moments I began to actually learn something. You can indeed focus on all the negative, either going on in your life, your friends lives, or the world and become consumed by it. There are plenty of pups and hoomans that do just that.
Or you can pause, take a deep breath, step back and look at your situation and realize it's nothing personal. Our heavenly Father said, "He sends rain on the righteous, and the unrighteous alike". It's simply a part of life and a fact of life, hard times come and then in due time they go. What you do during the hard times determines what's in your heart.
Things have been a bit challenging with all the damage done by the storm. Most of the debris has been cleared away now so crews can get in and do some repair work. I managed to get a rather serious tummy bug in the middle of the storm clean-up. I'm feeling a lot better now.
They say children learn by watching their parents. I want to say I believe this to be true. My Dad is a glass half empty kind of guy. Mom says he's been this way since before I was born. This is totally fine though as my Mom is a "What are you talking about, The Glass Is Always Full", kind of person so things even themselves out.
During all of the drama here, my Dad has shown what's in his heart. Dad has put his shoulder to the plow and has cleaned up brush, cut up trees, stacked wood, all in the unbearable southern heat and humidity with nary a complaint, or a woes me.
In the past if I had shown signs of getting sick my Dad would have totally gone off the deep end with worry. This time he simply looked at Mom and said, "Well if you think she's getting sick, she needs to go to the dogtor". This simple statement floored my Mom and I both.
With things improving on the storm cleanup, and my tummy issues getting better, suddenly there's a new crisis that has popped up. One of Mom's graphic's programs suddenly decided to go squirrely on her. Mom's spent the past few days trying to fix it herself. Realizing this problem was beyond her scope of expertise Mom submitted a ticket for help from the support staff. It's been 3 days, and so far no help.
While things have been less than normal here, it has given us all an opportunity to either make lemonade or to suck on a lemon and feed a sour attitude. I have learned that yes things can get tough, but you don't have to be consumed by your circumstances, and as bad as things are, there are pups and hoomans that have it far worse.
Mom logged onto my FB page this morning and saw a beautiful inspirational image and quote left by a furiend. It said "Fridays Blessings, have a beautiful day and weekend, God Bless You".
Mom and Dad are teaching me that every day is a blessing, regardless of what you're going though be it big challenges or little ones, everyday needs to be a lemonade day.
Take a breath, step back and realize sometimes a glass of lemonade is far better than being overwhelmed by something you can't change.
Love, Molly and my Mom
At times I didn't really do that well. These were the moments I began to actually learn something. You can indeed focus on all the negative, either going on in your life, your friends lives, or the world and become consumed by it. There are plenty of pups and hoomans that do just that.
Or you can pause, take a deep breath, step back and look at your situation and realize it's nothing personal. Our heavenly Father said, "He sends rain on the righteous, and the unrighteous alike". It's simply a part of life and a fact of life, hard times come and then in due time they go. What you do during the hard times determines what's in your heart.
Things have been a bit challenging with all the damage done by the storm. Most of the debris has been cleared away now so crews can get in and do some repair work. I managed to get a rather serious tummy bug in the middle of the storm clean-up. I'm feeling a lot better now.
They say children learn by watching their parents. I want to say I believe this to be true. My Dad is a glass half empty kind of guy. Mom says he's been this way since before I was born. This is totally fine though as my Mom is a "What are you talking about, The Glass Is Always Full", kind of person so things even themselves out.
During all of the drama here, my Dad has shown what's in his heart. Dad has put his shoulder to the plow and has cleaned up brush, cut up trees, stacked wood, all in the unbearable southern heat and humidity with nary a complaint, or a woes me.
In the past if I had shown signs of getting sick my Dad would have totally gone off the deep end with worry. This time he simply looked at Mom and said, "Well if you think she's getting sick, she needs to go to the dogtor". This simple statement floored my Mom and I both.
With things improving on the storm cleanup, and my tummy issues getting better, suddenly there's a new crisis that has popped up. One of Mom's graphic's programs suddenly decided to go squirrely on her. Mom's spent the past few days trying to fix it herself. Realizing this problem was beyond her scope of expertise Mom submitted a ticket for help from the support staff. It's been 3 days, and so far no help.
While things have been less than normal here, it has given us all an opportunity to either make lemonade or to suck on a lemon and feed a sour attitude. I have learned that yes things can get tough, but you don't have to be consumed by your circumstances, and as bad as things are, there are pups and hoomans that have it far worse.
Mom logged onto my FB page this morning and saw a beautiful inspirational image and quote left by a furiend. It said "Fridays Blessings, have a beautiful day and weekend, God Bless You".
Mom and Dad are teaching me that every day is a blessing, regardless of what you're going though be it big challenges or little ones, everyday needs to be a lemonade day.
Take a breath, step back and realize sometimes a glass of lemonade is far better than being overwhelmed by something you can't change.
Love, Molly and my Mom
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