Tuesday, December 16, 2014

I like you.

Ladies and gentlemen, listen right now, I would like to introduce our second guest post. Rachel Newton Parker was born on a sunny day in Oklahoma (I have no idea if this is true, but I choose to believe that it was sunny). She is the oldest of 6 children which explains why she is excellent at giving advice, guilt tripping, and driving a stick shift. She is my therapist. I am not kidding, if she charged me for the number of times she has helped me calm down or work through a problem, she would be a rich lady! Rachel is the one that gets the calls when I have no idea what I am thinking. I'll explain the situation and she will tell me exactly what is going on in my CRAZY brain. And you know what, she is always right! I don't know if it is because she is so observant, has learned how people think, or because I am predictable. Let's just say she gives really good advice, which is why I instantly thought she would be great for a guest post. Here she is, the magnificent Rachel Parker!!!


Why do we all like Elaine so much?  There are tons and tons of reasons, I know.  One of them, I think, is that she likes us.  She knows me – not the “my hair is done, my makeup is on, I am wearing one of the few outfits I own that looks decent on me, I’m in public so I am not yelling at my kids, calm, collected, I have it together” self – but my real self.  And she likes me.  For real.  Whenever I talk to her on the phone, she says things like, “You are awesome.” or “That is fabulous.”

(Sorry for embarrassing you, Elaine!)

 

It feels really good to know that people like us.  We want to be loved, and we need to feel loved.  But I think that we also need to feel liked.  Way back when I started dating my husband, I didn’t love him yet.  But I really liked him.  The things about him that were different than the other guys I knew.  And the reason that I was so happy dating him was because I knew that he liked me.  

 

I have a friend that I met the first year of Freshman Orientation.  We aren’t very good at keeping in touch.  In fact, we’ve been lousy at it.  But we keep trying, because we want to stay friends.  I want to be friends with her, because I like her.  I know that if I got to spend time with her tomorrow, we would have fun, because I really like HER.  

 

My dad was really good at telling us things he liked about us.  He didn’t often say the kind of sappy things that belong in Hallmark cards, but he often told us that he liked certain things about who we were, who were becoming, things he was glad that we did.  It made us like us.  

 

So, how can we help people be happier?  We can tell them that we like them – specific things about them that we like.  We can be more like Elaine that way.  “I really like the quirky movie quotes you use, the funny way you raise your eyebrows at me, your style, etc.”  

 

We like people.  Let’s tell them we like them.  



 

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

C's get degrees!

I was talking today with a person that I consider to be absolutely fabulous. She told me that her day had been awful...just plain awful. We continued discussing and then she said something AMAZING! Totally worth quoting and then stealing! She said that she needed to remember that the bad days are memorable because they are rare. I absolutely loved this!

Take a minute to let this sink in...okay now that it is sunk, let me tell you my thoughts. Some days are not so good. Sometimes you randomly snap at your roommate and then run away because you cannot contain the tears that have instantly flooded (No, I didn't do that this week. Why would you think that?). But these kinds of days are not normal. If they were normal they wouldn't upset you that much. If I randomly started crying at tiny things that shouldn't matter, then I wouldn't have been so angry and embarrassed (pretending that this hypothetical situation actually happened to me). This may not seem to be particularly comforting, but it really should be. One nasty day is just one day, don't let it get you down! Be happy that you only had 1 or 2 awful day this week! That means that you had 5 or 6 good days! Statistically speaking you haven't failed at all! You are coming up with a solid C+ or B-!




You may ask, what did hypothetical Elaine do at this point in the story? Good question...she may have called her little brother, talked incessantly about everything except the situation, and calmed right down. She may have gone to bed early and awoke to a bright beautiful day!

Don't let the bad days get you down! Write it off and begin again tomorrow.

I was about to take my weekly selfie when I caught myself mid yawn...too perfect to pass by. You are welcome!