There are such simple, wonderful concepts here. Including the 3 to 1 positivity ratio in your life can make it so much better.
Thriving Under Pressure
Most people fight against what brings them despair instead of openly receiving what brings them joy.
Shift your focus. Change your life.
Consciously accept the good that already exists in your life.
Your health. Your freedom. Your vision. Your voice.
Accepting what is does not lower the bar.
Quite the opposite.
Acceptance opens your eyes to all the favour that exists in your life.
Your hope. Your creativity. Your community. This moment.
And it’s that good feeling that motivates you to strive for more of what’s right for you. Instead of fighting against what’s wrong for you.
Begin by accepting what is.
Moment by precious moment.
Your happiness depends on it.
Applying this Post in Everyday Life
- The 3 to 1 positivity to negativity ratio is one way of applying this post in your everyday life.
- Specifically, each time you criticize something about yourself (or any area of your life)…
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I stumbled across a man about my age lying bleeding in the alley with his bicycle on the ground a few feet away. His eyeglasses scattered in smithereens on the ground. A young man approached me looking distraught and asked if I would mind watching the victim, his father, while he went to get his car so he could take him to the ER at the hospital. I agreed.
First of all this was unnerving to see a man around my age who had obviously been biking lying on the ground a bloody mess. The words, there but for the grace of god … rolled through my mind. I ride my bike in this same place every day of my life.
Here I am making circuits on Chicago’s Northerly Island bike path avec pooch.
I inventoried his condition. A gash about 1-1/2 inches above his eye bleeding that was going to need at least a dozen stitches. Obviously, his face had hit the alley. Both hands bloody and dirty with pieces of broken glass and other debris obvious. His elbow was also bleeding. I was dying to ask how it happened, but didn’t want to disturb him as he lay there in obvious pain.
It wasn’t long before his son came and helped him into the car. They locked up the bike on a nearby rail. Continue reading