How can we slow down? That’s been the question on the porch this week and I’ve been super eager to have my turn at it because I have all the answers on this one. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ouch, I think I pulled a stomach muscle. That’s the kind of thing that can happen when you let the belly turn to jelly.
Full disclosure: I have few to zero answers about slowing down because I rarely do. On the other hand, I do have something to say about being stressed. It’s been my experience that when stress presents itself, I get to choose whether or not to accept the invitation. I’ve learned that, at least for me, being stressed is most often about feeling stressed. I know this because I go from feeling like the spinning plates are crashing around my feet one minute, to feeling capable the next. I can even go from gloom-despair-and-agony-on-me about a deadline— to flat out excited about the task, event, or project at hand in point two seconds.
I wouldn’t fault someone for thinking that perhaps I just need meds, but I would have to agree to disagree because I’ve seen it happen too many times and in too many ways. I’m convinced that my emotions will be my puppet masters if I don’t choose my attitudes and moods about what’s in front of me on a given day instead of letting them choose me.
Do I choose successfully every time? I’m pretty sure we all know the answer to that but I’ll spell it out. N, O, No! Still, I’m always the better and happier for it when I do. The simple act of taking my emotions to the One who gave them to me and asking Him to sort ‘em out and patch ‘em up always gets me pointed back in the right direction.
None of this is to say that I don’t tend to overcrowd my plate, because I do. It’s why you’ll always find me saying something like this in prayer, “I know there is time to do everything that You want me to do, Lord. Please give me the wisdom to know when to say yes and when to say no.” It’s an ongoing challenge, but one He is faithful to help me with if I ask.
Oh—and one more thing about choosing. I choose laughter, a lot. Fortunately for me, I’m always doing something silly or embarrassing, hence providing myself with a constant source of amusement. Someone once said she who can laugh at herself will never lack amusement. And all God’s children said, “Amen!”
Shellie Rushing Tomlinson is an author, speaker, and radio host known as the Belle of All Things Southern. You’re invited to sit and laugh with her, or commiserate until you can, at her online porch! http://www.allthingssouthern.com
Oh, go ahead! Leave me a knock-knock joke. I double dog dare you!