Wednesday, September 12, 2012

How many self-improvement posts have you seen from me? A handful for sure, right? And so it is with full disclosure to whomever reads this and to my own kids: admitting your own inadequacies, failures, faults. My redeeming quality here, I suppose, is that I am at least aware and open to the evolution of self; the adaptation of change. My most obvious character flaw as of lately is my grumbling, anxious, high-strung attitude. It's like a cancer took root, started to grow, and took on a life of its own (I would be more specific here, but I'd be certain to piss off at least a couple of people in the process and my new positive attitude would be made really unhappy by that.) As a once-devoted and practicing positive-thinker, I do heartily agree with the power of one's attitude, both intrinsically and externally. Here, I do mean "power," too. It is intense. So, in reading this today, I found a bit of truth and inspiration. I do believe that, as always, change is brewing at the Waldens'.

ATTITUDE
by: Charles Swindoll
The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life.

Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company... a church... a home.

The remarkable thing is we have is a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude... I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it.

And so it is with you... we are in charge of our attitudes.

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