Stressful Issues

“Find a way to cheer up bucko … If you don’t … Anxiety and Worry will surely kill you.

Worry takes a heavy toll.”

This time of the year, a lot of people suffer from anxiety.  I myself find that I am not immune to it, and that I often feel depression sneaking in to my life to rob me of my joy.  Church goers possibly have a step up on everyone else, as the Bible instructs them to “not be anxious or to worry, for all of their needs shall be met by the Lord.”  Studies have long established that regular church going folk, have fewer problems as prayer lowers the body’s blood pressure and has a calming effect.

Also at this time of the year, the New Year, folks are worrying more about what is to come than at other times of the year, which leads to anxiety, worry.  Even tho we have long established traditions in place, seasons of time, the fear of the unknown seems to creep in and place all of us or at least a few of us, in deep seated worry and anxiety.

Which in turn kills us slowly and surely.

My good friend Ricky used to have a saying it was D.W.A.B.I. (“Doo-wah-bee”) which was his country way of saying … Don’t Worry About It.  Taking the stress of everyday life too much to heart could increase your risk of cardiovascular disease and shorten your life. Ironically, Ricky was sitting at the table in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee, and reeled over from a massive heart attack and died, at the ripe old age of 45.

A study of over 65,000 people found that those who reported feeling even “mild anxiety” of the sort that distracted them, depleted their self confidence, or sometimes kept them awake at night, were 16 percent more likely to die over a 10-year period than those with no such worries.

About one and four people experiences mild anxiety, but most remain untreated because don’t have “sufficient symptoms to be diagnosed with an anxiety disorder or a depressive illness.”

So, if you are seriously feeling like you are down in the dumps now that the holiday is officially over, all the parties have subsided and it is hard to get back into the groove, if all you have left to snack on is a holiday fruit cake and no one to talk to.

Find a way to cheer up bucko … If you don’t … Anxiety and Worry will surely kill you.

Worry takes a heavy toll.

Have a great weekend, we will see all of you on Monday.

OOO

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D.W.A.B.I.

D.W.A.B.I.

(Don’t Worry About It)

The first three blogs I read this morning were depressing dirge’s of self pity and loathing.  It made me think, “Where is the joy in all of this?  Why can’t you find something to be happy about?” but it was not to be found.  Seems like such a waste of time and energy to sit down and write down each and every single thing in life that pisses you off.  And then to throw even more salt into an already open wound, you feel compelled to share it with complete strangers!  (Thank you facebook, twitter, Oprah & Dr. Phil)

Maybe it is just me.  A hopeless romantic, who is constantly searching for the rainbow in life.

I started off the morning with a good hot shower, you know a lot of people in this world, do not have hot water.  A great many of them don’t have potable water to drink, carrying it four or five miles in a contaminated bucket.  No hot shower for them this day.

Even during hard times, we still have it better than a lot of folks.  I flip on a switch and the lites come on, and they STAY ON not like some countries where it is only there a few hours per day.  In those countries their garbage sits on the front stoop waiting on someone to pick it up, someone incidentally, that never seems to come.

As a lot of you already know, and my Dr. has made it painfully aware, I have food issues.  But regardless, I can walk into the kitchen and make a sandwich and I have not gone hungry since my divorce way back in the seventies.  I no longer have to look at my dog as a “food source” but find him a friend and/or companion in life.

So despite all the prognosticators and their less than rosy predictions, all bad vibes from random bloggers’, life is good, things are looking up (Gawd Bless CBS-NBC-ABC … every now and then Fox)  I no longer pine for the “good old days” and my slice of the American Dream is in the government kitchen.  I am told they are bringing it right out.  These political chef’s promise me this, about 500 times a night, with their incessant commercials.

Only thing that has changed is I have a different cook now, new crew in the kitchen, but it is the same old gruel.  One of the constants in my life is the fact that I can always trust the government to disappoint me consistently.  So there it is … for what it is worth.  A new month and I still have enough money left over for a half a tank of fuel for my 12 year old car.

What do I have to complain about.  I mean …. Think about it …. What could be better than that?

So dear friends, don’t fall for this “Love is a warm puppy stuff” coming out of Washington DC these days, it is not true.  Love is watching television at your girlfriends house during a power failure, don’t be fooled.  All the worrying and lamenting about the rotten deal you have is not going to change one thing … What is coming will still roll over you like a steam-roller, so why worry about it?

OOO


Cartoon courtesy of American Progress

Dooo-Wabi

D.U.W.A.B.I.

(Don’t Worry About It)

The first three blogs I read this morning were depressing dirge’s of self pity and loathing.  It made me think, “Where is the joy in all of this?  Why can’t you find something to be happy about?” but it was not to be found.  Seems like such a waste of time and energy to sit down and write down each and every single thing in life that pisses you off.  And then to throw even more salt into an already open wound, you feel compelled to share it with complete strangers!  (Thank you facebook, twitter, Oprah & Dr. Phil)

Maybe it is just me.  A hopeless romantic, who is constantly searching for the rainbow in life.

I started off the morning with a good hot shower, you know a lot of people in this world, do not have hot water.  A great many of them don’t have potable water to drink, carrying it four or five miles in a contaminated bucket.  No hot shower for them this day.

Even during hard times, we still have it better than a lot of folks.  I flip on a switch and the lites come on, and they STAY ON not like some countries where it is only there a few hours per day.  In those countries their garbage sits on the front stoop waiting on someone to pick it up, someone incidentally, that never seems to come.

As a lot of you already know, and my Dr. has made it painfully aware, I have food issues.  But regardless, I can walk into the kitchen and make a sandwich and I have not gone hungry since my divorce way back in the seventies.  I no longer have to look at my dog as a “food source” but find him a friend and/or companion in life.

So despite all the prognosticators and their less than rosy predictions, all bad vibes from random bloggers’, life is good, things are looking up (Gawd Bless CBS-NBC-ABC … every now and then Fox)  I no longer pine for the “good old days” and my slice of the American Dream is in the government kitchen.  I am told they are bringing it right out.  These political chef’s promise me this, about 500 times a night, with their incessant commercials.

Only thing that has changed is I have a different cook now, new crew in the kitchen, but it is the same old gruel.  One of the constants in my life is the fact that I can always trust the government to disappoint me consistently.  So there it is … for what it is worth.  A new month and I still have enough money left over for a half a tank of fuel for my 12 year old car.

What do I have to complain about.  I mean …. Think about it …. What could be better than that?

So dear friends, don’t fall for this “Love is a warm puppy stuff” coming out of Washington DC these days, it is not true.  Love is watching television at your girlfriends house during a power failure, don’t be fooled.  All the worrying and lamenting about the rotten deal you have is not going to change one thing … What is coming will still roll over you like a steam-roller, so why worry about it?

OOO


Tree Hugger

tree huggerHeard any good jokes lately?

I thought so.

While walking through Golden Gate Park in San Francisco, a man came upon another man hugging a tree with his ear firmly against the tree. Seeing this he inquired, “Just out of curiosity, what  the heck are you doing?”

“I’m  listening to the music of the tree,” the other  man replied.

“You’ve  gotta be kiddin’ me.”

“No, would you like to give it a try?”

Understandably curious, the man says, “Well, OK…” So he  wrapped his arms around the tree & pressed  his ear up against it. With this, the other guy slapped a pair of handcuffs on him, took his wallet, jewelry, car keys, then stripped him naked and left.

Two  hours later another nature lover strolled by, saw this guy handcuffed to the tree stark naked, and asked, “What the heck happened to you?”

He told the guy the whole terrible story about how he got there.

When he finished telling his story, the other guy shook  his head in sympathy, walked around behind him, kissed him gently behind the ear and  said, “This just ain’t gonna be your day………….cupcake…”

Believe it or not, it wasn’t long ago, I actually heard people talking optimistically about things, the economy, society, the nation.  Every now and then, a joke or amusing antidote, not so now.  It used to be happier around here.

But that seems to have died down again,

It wasn’t all that long ago, when people would off hand say to you “Have A Nice Day” or “You Have A Good One.”  Stuff like that seems to be rare anymore, almost as if it dried up and died overnight in this country.  We as a nation for the most part are part of the walking wounded now, it is as if we have almost turned into a nation of zombies, just pacing our way through the motions.

I guess the oil companies decided enough was enough and it is time to exact another pound of flesh.  Just when we seemed like we were on top of it, and coming out the other side, here they come to punish us again.

knocked down

Perhaps it is just me, but it appears on the outside that American’s are smiling less these days, you just don’t hear many good jokes, people seem to be pre-occupied and they seem to be worrying more.  Happiness it appears is down and sadness is up, and for good reason.

Bought any groceries or gasoline lately, I rest my case.

The obvious culprit in all this is the recession, it did not go away, it kind of took a nap for a little while, but it seems to be back.  So in order to counter it, we are smoking more and sleeping less, yeah, that should work. Some will tell you our problems are not a lack of money, but the uncertainty of it all.  I don’t see many bankers letting go of the money, and if they are, it certainly isn’t in any volumes that I would tend to brag about.

So it must be the uncertainty of it all.

We don’t know if our boats are being lifted with the tide or if we are still sinking, we know not of a rush on the stock market or whether or not we will have a job next week, and that is taking its collective toll.

I find myself idly sitting around day-dreaming of a day when I can escape it all and head out for a new adventure in life. Exotic locales such as Venezuela call to me, places of National Geographic fame beckon to me.  To go from Canaima, through the Sabana, the Jungle and the rivers Carrao & Churu, where you will enjoy ne of the biggest emotions of life.

To be in the midst of the green velvet that is home to the families of parrots (some 900 species at last count), and the jungle cats, who are often heard, but almost never seen.

To be in a land of sparse facilities just nothing but a base camp.  Guides as natives, all experts, who will take you through troubled waters, where just a few have made it.  And you be one of them.  I guess that is why things have to change, we know not, whether it will be good or bad, we just want it to do something.

Life is different at every age, and often, beautiful too.  Thank God.  How boring it would be to stay the same for our whole lives.

Have A Nice Day.

OOO

“The cartoon was published by the Center for American Progress” (online)

The Worry Tree

march-madness

I am watching this foreclosure media piece over the weekend and I saw something that was so sad, it was a little five year old boy, tugging at the pants-leg of a female sheriff’s deputy and he looked up and said, “How is Santa Claus going to find me now?” Man, that just kind of ruined my day.

I thought about these tough times and all the worry people have these days, how it all needs some kind of relief valve and then I remembered Sam.

We hired Sam to do some paintwork at our house, he seemed like a capable fellow, and we needed some work done.  I came home one day from work and Sam approached me and said, “Mr. Smith, I have this problem with my old truck.  She won’t start and I was wondering if you could give me a ride home today?” to which I said, “What about the truck?  You just going to leave it here?” and Sam said, “Yes, it will start when it is ready to start and if’n you don’t mind, I will just let it sit for the night.”

So I agreed and we loaded up to go to his home.

Arriving at his house, Sam did something I had never seen before, after getting out of the truck, he walked over to a huge tree in his front yard and he stood there for a moment, sort of touching and fondling if you will, the tree for a moment or two.

sycamore-tree

He then turned around and smiled real big and said to me, “Come on into the house Mr. Smith and meet the Mrs. and the kids.  I am sure she has some coffee on.”

So I agreed and then I said to him, “What was that all about?” and he said, “What was what about?” and I pointed towards the tree and then again said, “That?  What was all that about?” Sam smiled a big smile and he said, “Oh that?  That is my worry tree Mr. Smith.”

Curiosity getting the best of me, I had to ask.  So I inquired of him one more time, “A worry tree?  What in the world is a worry tree.”

Sam looked at me and then began to explain, “You see, inside the house there, that is the most important treasure in life I will ever have, my family.  My wife and those kids, they mean more to me than anything in the world.  And they do not need to know that my old truck would not start today, that I am not having a wonderful day, that things are not going all that well.  They need my love.  They do not need my worries or my concerns.  So every day, when I come home, the first thing I do, is go to that old tree, and I put all my worries and my cares in that old tree and then I go inside the house to love on my family.”

I thought about it for a moment, the simplicity of it, the honesty.  And then I said to Sam, “That is pretty good idea, I might have to borrow that one from you.”

His reply was, “It works for me, and here is the absolute best part about all of it.  The worries and concerns that I put in there at night, the next morning, only about half of them or less, are still there.  The rest of them just kind of evaporate or fade away.”

Sam is long gone, and in case you are wondering, the pickup did indeed fire up the next day, just like he said it would.

We now have a stately Sycamore Tree in our front yard, my worry tree, and I understand if you water it, nurture it, and provide for it, that they will grow to a height of some sixty-three feet.  And the formula works, old Sam was right.  You put ’em (the worries and the concerns of the day) into the tree and most of them are truly gone the next morning.

Try and do your level best this week and if you can, don’t worry about it.

It will all work out in the end.

OOO

“The cartoon courtesy of Center for American Progress” (online)