Listen to the marketers and they tell is things are not so good, and they are going to get worse.
#Seth Godin (blogger) wrote: “Turn back the clock just 60 years. If you lived in 1957, how would your life compare to the one you live right now? Well, you have access to lifesaving medicines, often in pill form. You can choose from an infinite amount of entertainment, you can connect with humans all over the Earth, for free, at the click of a button. You have access to the sum total of human knowledge. You have control over your reproductive cycle. You can eat sushi (you've even heard of sushi). You can express yourself in a thousand ways that were forbidden then...
Strange isn’t it, with all the access to goodness we have now, we focus is on our belly buttons.
You know what I mean, worrying about the next stock crash, the next mortgage crash, worrying that we’re not happy, worrying that some crazy kid will shoot up a school.
If we think back 60 years the worse things did kids did in school was chew gum or smoke behind the bleachers. Well, pregnant senior girls attended my graduation—but they graduated.
As the daughter of a sixteen-year-old mother, I’m not condemning anyone, bless my mother’s heart, she had me. The pill would have eliminated me. I‘m grateful to be born. Not only that but she was a good mother—got married, divorced, remarried, wanted babies, didn’t have them for 21 years. See, I had to come into the world when she was sixteen.
If you’re frustrated with what you hear now, don’t listen.
I am a believer that what we focus on brings more of what we are focused on.
It’s a weird Quantum Physics thing.
You’ve noticed that on crappy days more crap comes your way?
On the flip side, you are bopping along, feeling good, and good appears to drop from the ethers.
Some say that positive thinking doesn’t work, but it feels a heck of a lot better than the alternative.
It’s not easy to “Accent the positive and ignore the negative, as we are evolutionarily programmed to look for danger.
Being on the alert worked in the past when stepping outside the cave was risky—risky in the cave too if we stumbled into the hovel of a bear.
Bears inside, Saber-toothed tigers outside, and animals that would carry off your toddler if it ventured out into the night.
No wonder we got hot-wired for worry.
Ever notice how if you are basking in the beauty of a peaceful hillside, the grasses are lush, little yellow flowers dot the hillside, and something moves…
Your eyes dart to the moving object. Maybe it’s as small as a mouse rustling the grasses.
Clearly, that is a protective mechanism.
Notice though, that we don’t live in a cave, and there are no Saber-toothed tigers.
We have other things to worry about, true, death, taxes, finances, our health, our education, a successful endeavor. I admit it’s not simple. But we can begin by deciding for ourselves and not let the fear proclaiming voices of the world decide for us.
They know that fear gets attention.
You own that beautiful object, your brain, it doesn’t own you.
I thank God I don’t have to peel potatoes three times a day.
And I can order out for Pizza.