Originally posted on The Library Lady and Rosie Bear:
Having a bad day? Feeling sad or discouraged? Read on:
Don’t compare yourself, celebrate yourself!
Run your own race, you have something great to offer.
Live without excuses.
Guilt will steal your joy.
Excerpts from, Every Day a Friday, by Joel Osteen
I’m not usually a fan of Television evangelists. However sound their their message, there’s always the danger of one of those excrutiating public apologies when caught in the midst of some scandal or the other. Who can forget Tammy Faye Baker‘s (http://tammyfaye.com/) tear-induced runaway mascara, when hubby Jim confessed his infidility on a worldwide broadcast. Thanks to this and many other public implosions, the image of the T.V preacher has suffered over the years, but Joel Osteen seems bent on changing that.
While Osteen is the acknowledged Mega King of the Mega T.V. churchs, he seems to be a horse of…
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Originally posted on Eight Violets:
I came across these today and they’re a great reminder to those that wish to be reminded, or a new viewpoint for someone that may not have seen these or thought about life in this way. I’d like to add my spin on it and my viewpoints on what I’ve learnt along the way about these ‘rules’ of living…
1. MAKE PEACE WITH YOUR PAST- You cannot possibly focus on the present, which is where the calm lives, if you’re still focused on your past. Yes, the past has shaped us to be who we are today and we’d be lost without it but this is where it ends. Do not focus your energy on things that are gone or people, thoughts and emotions that were yesterday’s dilemma. In my experience if you do this it causes a feeling of anxiety and restlessness that does nothing but cause problems for…
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Originally posted on Losing My Lemons:
If there’s one thing sure to whip my crazies up into a frenzy, it’s the plop of an Ikea catalogue coming through the letterbox.
Last Saturday was one such day.
Within minutes of the postman ramming the latest glossy Ikea catalogue through the post box I was awoken from my slumber, by shrieks of , “Mama, Mama can we go to Ikea for meatballs?” .
Now bearing in mind I was slightly hungover (aren’t that what Saturday mornings are all about?) and it was about 4am (ok slight exaggeration, but shit it was early), the thought of meatballs, never mind the horrors of shopping on a Saturday with 3 kids was, quite frankly, more than I could stomach.
I groaned, semi-heaved, rolled over and begged Scandiman to make me breakfast.
Three cups of coffee and 2 paracetamols later (me not them, they had popcorn and sweets) we were all up, dressed and heading…
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