I just met a team member who will be celebrating her thirty-first wedding anniversary on Christmas Eve. Thirty-one years!
I told her how much I enjoy hearing of long, successful marriages. She then gave me some advice I won’t ever forget.
It’s the little things that make marriage last. It’s how you talk to your husband. It’s doing something small that you know he will enjoy. It’s pointing out something simple you enjoy about him.
It’s a big stack of little things that makes marriage wonderful.
In fact, just yesterday she told her husband how much she loves seeing his dimples when he smiles.
Do you think he’ll keep on smiling with a wife like that?
Wife and I were eager to have some dessert one evening. We retrieved the key lime pie from the freezer, only to dismay at what we saw.
There was only one slice of key lime pie left!
Though we are normally incredibly generous to each other and usually give away our portion — *cough cough* — we eventually decided to share it this time. We split that last piece of key lime pie right down the center.
And you know what happened next? You may be surprised.
We enjoyed that half slice more than any whole slice we ate previously. No joke!
Knowing we only had a half slice of key lime pie goodness to enjoy, Wife and I took tiny bites with our forks. We savored every morsel as if we could not have any more for a full year. We chewed slowly and deliberately, focusing our attention on the taste and texture.
It was more scarce, so we made it last longer and tasted it better than ever before. In this case, more is not better.
We enjoyed the pie more because there was less to enjoy.
Wife and I will be splitting our slices of key lime pie from now on!
I dare you to try experiencing less of a good thing and see if you don’t enjoy it more. Please comment with your thoughts on the topic.
Pride is dangerous.
It eats me up inside. It prevents me from apologizing. It grabs ahold of my inner desire to serve and strangles it. It builds a pedestal and lifts me up onto it. It rationalizes my every wrong.
Pride is the reason we lie. Pride is the reason that we cannot admit that we don’t know the answer to a question and why we make up an answer. Pride is the reason we talk just to hear our own opinion. Pride allows us to create a strong defensive wall against anything that differs from that opinion.
I am so sorry for how I pride myself and put down others. I am no better than anyone who will ever read this. I struggle with saying the right thing at the right time just as everyone else.
Truth be told, I am ashamed when I think of how what my pride has prevented me from doing what I would never regret. Worst of all, I fear one day learning how many people did not hear of Christ’s love because of my selfish pride.
If anyone ever does come to Christ, it is not because of me — but instead despite me.
No, I’m not actually afraid of television. I am, however, unwilling to participate in the long-term effects of its daily consumption for extended periods. Though the mental health detriments may not be as noticeable as physical symptoms such as bruising, they should not be ignored!
On a related note, I really hate going into restaurants where TVs are everywhere. My group hates it just as much, because they do not have my full attention for more than a few seconds at a time before my eyes are pulled away against my will and suddenly I am engaged in a commercial for shampoo instead of making eye contact while talking to my mother-in-law. I hate that this happens, and yet it is still incredibly hard for me to avoid when put in that situation.
We love visiting friends whenever possible. If the TV is on while we are in the room with them, however, the visit suddenly becomes an impossible challenge. How is anyone doing any visiting if there is something demanding attention visually and aurally directly in front of where everyone is seated?! It is distracting as hell, and my friends deserve my full attention and constant eye contact.
Am I crazy? Don’t answer that. Am I crazy for thinking that TV is incredibly distracting? Answer that.
Information is exchanged minimally through verbal communication. The vast majority of information is exchanged through body language, facial gestures, and hand motions. If you want to have a real discussion with someone, shouldn’t it be in a place without a thousand competing distractions? Imagine what would get done if a business meeting with a room full of men was led in the middle of an active strip club. Don’t imagine too many details. The cleavage would win over the point of the business meeting, just as the TV wins out over the potential for quality time with friends.
Lastly, I can’t stand those high frequencies emitted in the background when a TV is on. :P
Now that I have been shunning the 9-5 stressful lifestyle for 2+ months, the fog has begun to clear. The ridiculous level of “white noise” I formerly considered normal is fading away to nothing. All of my attention is available, not to mention my time!
This clarity of mind has allowed unparalleled creative juices to flow, where previously they were blocked by 18 months of rigorous training (read: employment). However, please know that I am not the least bit bitter toward my past work experience. I have that to thank for pushing me to the point where I had to move on. For that, I am honestly grateful.
Old me would have been quite freaked out by the concept of running my own business. It still is a daunting thought that requires daily patience and trust that it will work out for the best. With each passing ounce of progress on these possible ventures, an occasional thought crosses my mind, “Why was I so afraid of this again?” That said, I’m ridiculously glad that things are not in my control.
…. when the best two months of my married life is when we haven’t been working? Do you see a correlation? :P
What a blessing it has been to have this time has been to unwind, think about life, realize that God’s plan for us is real and unwavering, and reflect on how we can glorify Him through the work of our hands and minds.
I have read it in several books, but now I am sure – unwinding from your previous lifestyle takes MONTHS! This process cannot be rushed. Years of bad-habit-building cannot be undone overnight. Stressing is something we have trained ourselves to do, and we are steadily untraining ourselves.
Overcoming challenging circumstances — eustress — is a strength-building exercise for the mind. Collapsing underneath frustrating situations — distress — is unhealthy and downright counter-productive.