<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:43:53.453-08:00</updated><category term='accept yourself'/><category term='acceptance of ourselves'/><category term='being quiet'/><category term='hot summers'/><category term='texas weather'/><category term='knowing it all'/><category term='humphrey bogart'/><category term='life in Texas'/><category term='pray'/><category term='be good to yourself'/><category term='texas music'/><category term='pain of losing parents'/><category term='forgive others'/><category term='what dads teach us'/><category term='learn from experience'/><category 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term='live in the present'/><category term='pray for those you are angry with'/><category term='don&apos;t say things in haste or anger'/><category term='pay attention'/><category term='laugh'/><category term='finding my purpose'/><category term='muscle pain'/><category term='laughter is the best medicine'/><category term='learn'/><category term='texas summers'/><category term='make the best of our time here'/><category term='texas singers and songwriters'/><category term='list your good qualities'/><category term='teenagers'/><category term='find peace and contentment'/><category term='call a friend'/><category term='Texas'/><category term='backaches'/><category term='inner peace'/><category term='take care of yourself'/><category term='importance of silence'/><category term='wisdom'/><category term='take your time'/><category term='do we really want the truth'/><category term='listen'/><category term='blame'/><category term='focus on the positive'/><category term='horses'/><category term='inaction isn&apos;t always bad'/><category term='don&apos;t rush decisions'/><category term='clear the clutter'/><category term='connect with God'/><category term='fear'/><category term='gaining wisdom'/><category term='stupid questions'/><category term='stay out of other&apos;s business'/><category term='toxic friendships'/><category term='being still'/><category term='be tolerant of friends and family'/><title type='text'>keverett's blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Things I've learned in my 50+ years that have improved the quality of my life and helped me make it through life's ups and downs, with a little humor thrown in for good measure.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-869884141704694008</id><published>2008-06-12T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T08:55:09.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be tolerant of friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be patient with family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stay in contact with family'/><title type='text'>Family - The Greatest Gift</title><content type='html'>“Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family.  Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one.”     Jane Howard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are large families and small ones, close families and those that are not so close.  They come in all shapes and sizes, and they can give us more peace and encouragement, turmoil and misery, love and understanding, and aggravation and anger than anything else.  Families are intricately complicated, but simple and straightforward at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family members share a unique, natural bond, and they love each other with an indescribable depth.  Even those who do not particularly like each other love and protect one another with the ferocity of a mother bear.  Their attitude toward this love is “I can say whatever I want about my brother, sister, mother, or father, but no one else better cross that line.”  They feel that it is OK for them to criticize their family, but if anyone else should dare to, they had better watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family members are there for each other during times of crisis, catastrophe, and illness.  They have a unique way of pulling together and helping one another when necessary.  Even the ones who aren’t close and maybe do not even get along will show up at each other’s door to do whatever is needed.  They say that it is “just what families do.”  This is one of the things that make these relationships so special and amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also wonderful to have people with whom so many memories are shared.  Family members have the pleasure and privilege of being able to reminisce about how things were and things that happened when they were children.  They share a lifetime of experiences, and they have things in common that are different from all their other relationships.  They have each other to share the joys and the pain of the past as well as the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most fortunate families are those that are friends as well as family.  All are forced to be together as children, but the lucky ones remain close into adulthood, and they will never be alone.  Family is a refuge, a kind of safe harbor.  To have family members to turn to when life gets too difficult to face alone is a wonderful comfort, and it is a gift too large to measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in dealing with family, always keep in mind that life is fragile.  Be kind and compassionate and patient, but most of all, be loving.  Stay in touch, get together often, and enjoy them now.  Don’t put it off until tomorrow because life doesn’t last forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-869884141704694008?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/869884141704694008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=869884141704694008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/869884141704694008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/869884141704694008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/family-greatest-gift.html' title='Family - The Greatest Gift'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-8475716693348176120</id><published>2008-06-12T08:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T08:53:29.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='focus on the positive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be thankful for what you have'/><title type='text'>Focus on the Positive - Practice Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Volumes have been written on the subject of gratitude, but a few short paragraphs are all that is really necessary.  It is not such a complicated topic.  The best way to describe gratitude is that it is the act of being more aware of what we have than what we do not have.  Another good definition is that it is knowing that even though we may not have everything we want, we have everything we need, and that is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are concentrating on being grateful, there is no time for self-pity.  And when we are focusing on what is good in our lives, we are spending less time thinking about our troubles and focusing on the negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude helps us to recognize the treasure in the simple things such as a child’s laughter, a breathtaking sunset, or the fragrance of spring flowers.  It helps us not to ignore the beauty of the world around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opportunities to practice gratitude exist in every situation.  Though not always obvious, and we often have to dig for them, the opportunities are there.  It is simply a matter of taking the time to look.  The obviously wonderful things that happen in our lives, marriage, the birth of a child, getting a great job, buying that first home, are easy to be grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the tough situations, though, the answer is in how we view them.  For example, it is difficult to find anything to be grateful for in losing a loved one.  But if we really try, we can find hidden blessings.  Maybe our grief brought us closer to God, thereby improving our spiritual life, or maybe our loved one was in pain, and their death brought much needed peace and relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the early morning singing of the birds disturbs our sleep, we can be grateful for our sense of hearing instead of angry because we were awakened.  After all, there are many who cannot hear and would love to be disturbed in this manner.  Maybe our home needs to be remodeled, but at least we have a home.  There are many who do not have a roof over their heads.  If we are very busy and must work overtime at our job, we can be grateful that we have a job at all.  The unemployment rate is high right now.  Maybe we are spread too thin and having trouble getting our children to their soccer practices, baseball games, and choir concerts.  We could try being grateful that they are healthy enough to play sports and participate in school activities.  There are parents of ill or disabled children who would delight in seeing their child play in a baseball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not always easy, and this could all sound simplistic to some, but gratitude truly is a choice that we make.  It is all in our perception, and we have complete control over how we choose to perceive things.  We can look for the good and be grateful or choose to see only the bad.  We make the choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-8475716693348176120?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8475716693348176120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=8475716693348176120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/8475716693348176120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/8475716693348176120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/focus-on-positive-practice-gratitude.html' title='Focus on the Positive - Practice Gratitude'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-7518336197851130010</id><published>2008-05-21T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T23:49:44.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love yourself the way you are'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love yourself now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='look your best'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media influences self-image'/><title type='text'>We Are More Than Our Appearance</title><content type='html'>Contrary to what the media and the cosmetics industry would have us believe, we are so much more than our appearance. It is impossible to watch television, surf the Internet, or thumb through a magazine without being bombarded with reminders of our physical flaws and how to correct them. The cosmetics industry spends millions of dollars every year telling us how to get rid of wrinkles, age spots, under eye circles, and blemishes. All we have to do is buy their very expensive products, use them for four to six weeks, and voila, we'll look ten years younger! It would be laughable if it weren't so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ads do not encourage us, as they should, to look for things that we like about our appearance. Maybe we have long eyelashes, beautifully shaped lips, shiny hair, or lovely bright eyes, but unfortunately, we are encouraged only to look for the worst. They never say that we should be grateful for the things that are beautiful. And yes, there is beauty in all of us. The ads certainly never urge us to look for the beauty inside because the cosmetics industry's financial well-being hinges on us only looking at the outside and trying to correct everything that isn't perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, we are usually encouraged to pay more attention to the way we look than to the way we feel. The ad copy for weight loss programs, for example, teaches us that the best reason to lose those extra pounds is that bikini season is coming. In reality, of course, losing weight is important for many more reasons than bikini season, with better health topping the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we should be thinking about is feeling good about ourselves just as we are because the better we feel about who we are, the better we treat ourselves. In turn, we begin to make healthier decisions. We often don't understand the relationship between the way we look and the way we feel. But the truth is that when we feel good and begin to love and accept ourselves the way we are now, not wait until we lose ten pounds or get a makeover, we automatically become more attractive. We smile more, our eyes sparkle, and we exude confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is empowering to walk into a room knowing that we look our best. And our best is what we should aspire to, not some magazine publisher's idea of what makes a person beautiful. Beauty comes in many different sizes, shapes, and colors, and it has nothing to do with height, weight, expensive clothing, or ridiculously priced cosmetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly there is nothing wrong with wanting to improve ourselves, but the joy comes in accepting in loving ourselves exactly as we are today, at this very moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-7518336197851130010?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7518336197851130010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=7518336197851130010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/7518336197851130010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/7518336197851130010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-are-more-than-our-appearance.html' title='We Are More Than Our Appearance'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-7054402688195115889</id><published>2008-05-05T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:57:43.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let go of the past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live for today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjoy today'/><title type='text'>Letting Go of the Past</title><content type='html'>“Make peace with your past or it will mess up all of your todays.” Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past can be hard to deal with sometimes. We often feel deep regret for things we said or did, or maybe we aren’t exactly proud of the kind of person we were. Or, maybe there is pain or anger for something that was done to us, something that we didn’t cause, but we are weighed down by it nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever there is in our past that is hindering our happiness today must be dealt with, and there is really only one way to accomplish that. We have to do just that, deal with it and put it behind us. We may choose to use prayer, meditation, spiritual principles, positive self-talk, confrontation, therapy, or a combination of any or all of these. Prayer, spiritual principles, and meditation can help us learn how to forgive ourselves and others. Confronting someone that caused us pain can provide closure and strength. Therapy can help us identify and guide us through all of the emotions that are uncovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how we choose to do it, we must be willing to give it all of the time and energy that is required. If we do not confront these issues openly and completely, they will continue to grow, and then we run the risk of holding on to a painful past so long that it makes our lives miserable forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, we have all met people that hold on to all their past mistakes and hurts. They have become hard-hearted and hateful. The pain actually shows in their eyes, and it can be heard in their harsh words. No one has to become this kind of sad, miserable person when all it takes is some hard work and willingness to prevent it from happening. It can be painful to be sure, but it is definitely worth it to make peace with the past so that we can live and enjoy the rest of our todays. After all, no one knows how many more todays there will be, so let’s do our best not waste any more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-7054402688195115889?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7054402688195115889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=7054402688195115889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/7054402688195115889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/7054402688195115889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/letting-go-of-past.html' title='Letting Go of the Past'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-4529599935482160469</id><published>2008-05-05T23:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T00:45:35.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saying no when you want to'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learn to say no'/><title type='text'>Learning To Say NO</title><content type='html'>It sounds so simple, just two letters, one tiny syllable, but it is one of the hardest words to say. Think about how many times you have wanted to say it but didn’t. Your head said NO, but your mouth said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many reasons why we don’t say the word NO when we want to. We might be afraid that we will hurt someone’s feelings, so we sacrifice our own. Maybe we fear making someone angry, so we say yes and add more resentment to our already heavy baggage. Sometimes, we say yes out of habit. Many times, we say it because we feel bullied or pressured. Other times, we say it to avoid confrontation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are countless reasons why we agree to things that we don’t really want to do. But more important than figuring out why we do it is figuring out how to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are simple, yet important things that we must learn so that we will be able to say NO when we want to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time is just as important as everyone else’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don’t have any more time than anyone else. Everyone has 24 hours/day, 7 days/week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people’s responsibilities are not ours to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone gets angry because we say NO, that is not our problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying NO is healthier than piling up resentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone wants to challenge our right to say NO, we are free to walk away or stay and try to explain, whichever we choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because we had time to do someone a favor last week or last month doesn’t mean that we have the time, or the desire, to do it this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must respect ourselves enough to do what feels right for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a difference in doing a favor for someone and letting someone take advantage of us.&lt;br /&gt;The choice to say NO is ours. If we say yes when we really want to say NO, it’s our own fault.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-4529599935482160469?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4529599935482160469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=4529599935482160469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/4529599935482160469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/4529599935482160469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/learning-to-say-no.html' title='Learning To Say NO'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-117156851433045560</id><published>2008-05-05T23:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:46:42.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keep house in order'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clear the clutter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donate things you don&apos;t need'/><title type='text'>Clear the Clutter</title><content type='html'>My rule for keeping my home in order is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If it isn’t beautiful, sentimental, useful or doesn’t bring me joy, get rid of it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a person who cannot stand clutter.  It gives me the feeling of being trapped and claustrophobic, not to mention all the extra cleaning time that it causes.  It makes me crazy to have to look everywhere for a receipt or a book, etc.  Looking for things is just not how I want to spend my time.  I honestly can’t think as clearly when surrounded by useless clutter.  My creativity is stifled, and I feel somehow out of tune when my house is in chaos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have a sense of serenity and control when my surroundings are neat.  The simple act of getting things in order, as mundane as it may seem, can be a relaxing, peaceful activity, probably because I know how much better I will feel when it is done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep things orderly, I go through my house every three or four months and get rid of anything that does not meet my requirements.  If it isn’t beautiful, sentimental, useful, or bring me joy, out it goes.  When there are things that I am not sure about, they go to the attic for a while.  If I don’t miss them, they get the boot the next time I clean the attic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that some people are simply born packrats.  I know that their need to hold on to things is just as strong as my need to get rid of them.  But I really believe that my requirements for what to keep cover everything that a person could possibly need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another plus is that I get the good, positive feeling that comes along with donating things to someone who needs them because I never throw away things that I think could be useful to another person.  There are many organizations that will come and pick up the items, as well as charitable groups that I can deliver them to.  Salvation Army, ARC, and Goodwill will pick up useable items such as clothing, household items, furniture, and appliances, and many churches have clothes closets for folks in need.  I try to make sure that nothing goes to waste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-117156851433045560?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/117156851433045560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=117156851433045560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/117156851433045560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/117156851433045560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/clear-clutter.html' title='Clear the Clutter'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-4307451282896297893</id><published>2008-05-01T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T22:06:02.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bogart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bogie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humphrey bogart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bogey'/><title type='text'>Biography - Humphrey Bogart</title><content type='html'>Humphrey DeForest Bogart was born December 25, 1899. His father was Dr. Belmont DeForest Bogart, a surgeon. His mother was Maud Humphrey, a famous children's illustrator. He had two sisters, Kay who died at 34 from peritonitis and Frances Rose who had a breakdown during a difficult 27 hour childbirth. Both his parents were addicted to alcohol and morphine, and his mother, who made as much as $50,000/year doing illustrations of children for advertisements and magazines, was incapable of showing any affection. Consequently, Bogie's (nickname given to him by friend, Spencer Tracy) childhood was terribly unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bogart was expelled from Andover in 1918 and joined the Naval Reserve. After his honorable discharge, he made his professional debut as a Japanese butler in a 1921 play in Brooklyn. He would go on to appear in over 20 Broadway productions during his early career and in eleven films between 1930 and 1934.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1934, he appeared in a hit play called, "The Petrified Forest" with Leslie Howard. He played the role of Duke Mantee, a ruthless, escaped killer. When Warner Brothers bought the rights to turn it into a film, they wanted Leslie Howard to reprise his role from the play, but they did not want Bogart. Howard refused to do the film unless Bogart was signed. The role won him a contract with Warner Brothers and an Oscar nomination for Best Supporting Actor. This 1936 film turned out to be his big break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bogie would battle with Warner Brothers about film and director choices until 1943 when he starred as the unforgettable Rick Blaine in "Casablanca."&lt;br /&gt;The success of this film resulted in a new contract with Warner Brothers that would pay him $200,000 per film and give him the freedom to make decisions about roles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During production of several of his movies in the forties, Bogart's personal problems caused problems on the set. At the time, he was married to Mayo Methot, and their relationship was reported to be volatile and violent. He had been married twice before, first to Helen Menken from 1926-1927, then to Mary Phillips from 1928-1937. In 1945, he finally found happiness when he divorced Methot and married Lauren Bacall. He and Bacall met and fell in love on the set of "To Have and Have Not," the film debut of the nineteen year old Bacall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marriage to Bacall produced two children. In 1945, Stephen Humphrey Bogart was born and named after Bogart's character in "To Have and Have Not" because it was the movie his parents were filming when they met. In 1952, Leslie Howard Bogart was born and named after Leslie Howard, Bogart's friend who had played such an important role in the advancement of Bogart's career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1947, he formed Santana, his own production company. The company produced many films, some memorable, and some not. In 1954, Santana was sold to Columbia for one million dollars.Bogart's most memorable roles were those of Duke Mantee in "The Petrified Forest," Rick Blaine in "Casablanca," Fred C. Dobbs in "The Treasure of Sierra Madre," Charlie Allnut in "The African Queen," and Captain Queeg in "Caine Mutiny." His only Academy Award win was for "The African Queen," a great 1951 film made with Katharine Hepburn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humphrey Bogart died on January 14, 1957 after a battle with cancer. He was a legend while he lived, and now after more than fifty years since his death, he is not only still a legend, but he is larger than life. Many believe that he was the greatest actor to ever grace the screen, and I agree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-4307451282896297893?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.classicmoviereview.com' title='Biography - Humphrey Bogart'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4307451282896297893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=4307451282896297893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/4307451282896297893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/4307451282896297893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/biography-humphrey-bogart.html' title='Biography - Humphrey Bogart'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-615025146675391161</id><published>2008-04-23T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:57:32.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mild winters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texas summers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texas weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot summers'/><title type='text'>Texas Weather</title><content type='html'>We have a saying in Texas that if you don't like the weather, just stick around a few minutes and it will change. I suspect that every state has this same saying. It is difficult, though, to imagine someone saying, for example, "If you don't like the weather in Delaware..." It just loses some of its bite, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as far as Texas weather goes, I've never really understood this saying. Could it mean, "If you don't like the 105 degree heat on this August afternoon, stick around until dark when it drops to 98 degrees? Yes, Texas summers are that brutal. At least three times each day during July and August, I make this observation, "This must be what hell feels like." You really can break a sweat going out to the front porch to get the mail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe the change they refer to is the change from spring to summer when it goes from 92 degrees to 100 degrees. See, there really isn't much of a spring here. It basically goes straight from winter to hell. One day it's 60 degrees. The next day it's 95, and we don't see anything under 90 degrees again until about October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fall? Forget it. What most people think of as fall is winter in the part of Texas where I live. Our average winter high temperature is 55 degrees. Isn't this fall for everyone else? There are areas of Texas that do actually experience winter -- mostly West Texas. But the area in which I live basically experiences two seasons: summer and "kind of" winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a great while, it gets cold enough to snow a little or ice over. These times are particularly amusing to people from the North. When we get 1 inch of snowfall in the Dallas area, life as we know it comes to a screeching halt. As soon as snow or ice is forecasted, there is a huge rush at the grocery stores. God forbid we get "snowed in" without an adequate supply of the essentials -- Dr. Pepper, Snickers, M&amp;amp;M's, popcorn, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the snow or ice actually does come, public and private schools close, along with many businesses, stores, and other establishments. I don't drive at all on these days. I sit at home and long for the days when it felt like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more on all things Texas, please visit http://www.texasspirit.net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-615025146675391161?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.texasspirit.net' title='Texas Weather'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/615025146675391161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=615025146675391161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/615025146675391161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/615025146675391161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/texas-weather.html' title='Texas Weather'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-5354171622207398718</id><published>2008-04-21T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:58:13.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texas accent'/><title type='text'>We Speak Texan</title><content type='html'>Some say that Texas has a language of its own. I, however, say that Texans speak English with the hard edges removed. Our Texas drawl softens it up a bit. I admit that it sounds quite comical to some, but I don't understand what the big deal is. All regions have accents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, my husband and I recently spent a week in Boston. Excuse me, I mean BAHSTON. While there, we drove our rental CAH to Concorde, excuse me, CONKERD. We saw the CHAHLES RIVAH, BAHSTON HAHBAH, and dined on LOBSTAH. It seems to me that the only time BAHSTONIANS pronounce the letter "r" is when it isn't really there. One lady I met was going to spend Thanksgiving in "TAMPAR, FLORIDAR."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to pick on the lovely people of Boston. As I said, there are different accents in every region of the United States. The Texas accent is more of a "lilt" and sounds almost melodic. Texans can transform a single syllable into three with no effort. "Hey y'all, let's go," becomes "Haaaaaay y'aaalllll, let's goooooo." We can drag out all vowel sounds, especially the long ones forever and a day!Our long "i" sounds like a short "a" in many cases. When we order iced tea in a restaurant up North, they think we're asking for "assed" tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we address a group, we use the word "y'all." Hello, it's a contraction of "you all." It seems so logical to me, and I have trouble understanding why others find it so amusing. To me, it is infinitely better than "yous guys" from our friends in New York or "you'ns" from people in the Midwest. And people make jokes about us? Maybe they should mind their own "bidness!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more on all things Texas, please visit http://www.texasspirit.net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-5354171622207398718?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.texasspirit.net' title='We Speak Texan'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5354171622207398718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=5354171622207398718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/5354171622207398718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/5354171622207398718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-speak-texan.html' title='We Speak Texan'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-6345157930136308559</id><published>2008-04-20T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:58:33.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texas music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texas musicians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texas singers and songwriters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texas country'/><title type='text'>Texas Music</title><content type='html'>Texas has its own brand of music, of course, no one would expect anything less. Texas music, sometimes called Texas country, or alternative country is a fast growing alternative to the cookie cutter music coming out of Nashville. Texas music displays a "take it or leave it" attitude. Texas singer/songwriters are sending a message to the powers that be in Nashville, and that message is, "Here is my music. I like it. My fans like it. It doesn't matter if you like it or not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas singer/songwriters have very large fan bases and their live shows are electric. They are approachable, regular people who enjoy sharing their talent and their songs. Many represent themselves, and many are represented by small, independent labels. Their love of Texas is often a theme in their songs, and these songs are always popular with the fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat Green's &lt;em&gt;Southbound 35&lt;/em&gt;, opens with "What the hell am I doin' up in Kansas City/I know damn well it ain't where I belong/Think I'll quit my job come 5:00 and find my lonely way back home/Well, my baby said just what are you tryin' to prove here, do you really want to leave me here all alone/I said I'm tired of staring at this ocean full of Yankees, I'd rather be in Texas on my own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;em&gt;What I Like About Texas&lt;/em&gt;, Jerry Jeff Walker says, "You ask me what I like about Texas/I tell you it's the wide open spaces/It's everything between the Sabine and the Rio Grande/It's the Llano Estacado/It's the Brazos and the Colorado/Spirit of the people down here who share this land."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyle Lovett, in &lt;em&gt;That's Right You're Not From Texas&lt;/em&gt;, says, "You say you're not from Texas/Man as if I couldn't tell/You think you pull your boots on right and wear your hat so well/So pardon me my laughter cause I sure do understand/Even Moses got excited/When he saw the promised land."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his song, &lt;em&gt;The Great Divide&lt;/em&gt;, Jack Ingram shares, "They still listen to high school football/On the radio in West Texas/The lights still shine bright every Friday night/And you can drive 90 miles an hour/Down the highway straight through Cisco/The cops are at the ball game, it's gettin' tight/And the sky gets wider and wider/You disappear like the day/Into the great divide you fade away/It's another world all together/In the middle of God's country."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Fowler explains Texas pride well in &lt;em&gt;100% Texan&lt;/em&gt;. "Well, I love the sound of the rain on a tin roof/On a hot summer night/Love to hear those hound dogs barkin’/Howlin’ at the full moonlight/Love to see those fireflies buzzin’/Lightin’ up the southern sky/I’m hell-bent 100% Texan ‘till I die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat Green's &lt;em&gt;Songs About Texas&lt;/em&gt; says, "I sing songs about Texas/I sing them often as if she were some old lover I used to know/Wish I could follow them back to the homeland every time I hear one on my radio/Twin fiddles playing in my memory, my daddy sang the wonders of old cow town/Silver haired and he's still there under a sky so warm and fair/I tell you friends there's a song in every town/So sing me one more song about old San Antone/It seems like a dream now it was so long ago/And Jerry Jeff Walker can be just like a coat from the cold/Well I'm going home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat Green describes his feelings for Texas in &lt;em&gt;I Like Texas&lt;/em&gt;, "Well there's old dancehalls and little cafes/Where you can get a taste of the Lone Star State/Strap on your boots and have yourself a laugh or two/Well there's no line dancin' just straight romancin'/That hill country lore is what I fancy/Where streams run clear and Lord the skies they are so blue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray Wylie Hubbard in &lt;em&gt;Screw You, We're From Texas&lt;/em&gt;, bluntly lets everyone know how he feels "Now I love the USA/And the other states/Ahh, they're OK/Texas is the place I wanna be/And I don't care if I ever go to Delaware anyway/Cause we got Stubbs and Gruene Hall and Antone's and John T's Country Store/We've got Willie and Jacky Jack, Robert Earl, Pat, Cory, Charlie and me/And so many more/So screw you, we're from Texas/Screw you, we're from Texas/Screw you, we're from Texas/We're from Texas, screw you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven Dale Jones &amp;amp; Phillip White in &lt;em&gt;Texas&lt;/em&gt;, a song they wrote for George Strait, tell us, "There wouldn't be no Alamo/No Cowboys in the Super Bowl/No "Lonesome Dove", No "Yellow Rose"/If it wasn't for Texas/I wouldn't be a Willie fan/Nobody would swim the Rio Grand/I wouldn't be an American/If it wasn't for Texas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more on all things Texas, visit &lt;a href="http://www.texasspirit.net/"&gt;http://www.texasspirit.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-6345157930136308559?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.texasspirit.net' title='Texas Music'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6345157930136308559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=6345157930136308559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/6345157930136308559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/6345157930136308559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/texas-music.html' title='Texas Music'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-212358515524444673</id><published>2008-04-20T22:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:24:56.931-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>If "friend" had to be defined in only one word, that word would have to be "gift."  Friends are everything from our partners in crime to our safe place in a cold and frightening world.  They give us their strength when we have none of our own, and they share their peace with us when we have only chaos.  They have confidence in us when we have lost confidence in ourselves.  True friends know when to talk and when to sit with us in silence, and they know when to simply listen and when to offer opinions.  Often, they even know what we are thinking or feeling before we know ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real friends are the ones that are there for us no matter how bad we feel or what terrible circumstances we may be experiencing.  It is during the most difficult times that we find out who our true friends are.  The casual friends become very scarce when the going gets tough.  They claim to be busy with this or that, or they might not even answer our calls.  But the good and true friends hold our hands while they walk through the hardships beside us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real friends are also there when times are good to share our triumphs and successes, and they are sincerely happy for us when we reach our goals.  Unlike casual friends who are sometimes jealous or resentful of our good fortune, our real friends are proud of us and help us celebrate our achievements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are patient, kind, and understanding, and they function not only as our friends.  They are also our sounding boards, and sometimes even our therapists.  They listen to us and honestly share their observations and opinions.  If we are being unreasonable, illogical, or borderline insane, they are not afraid to tell us.  They are able to be honest and objective and realistic without losing their tactfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no end to what a true friend will do.  Many even possess a sort of sixth sense that tells them when we need them, and they show up at the door.  But the most important characteristic of a true friend is that they love us unconditionally.  They accept us flaws and all, and the world is a warmer place because of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A true friend is someone who walks in when the rest of the world walks out."  Walter Winchell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-212358515524444673?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/212358515524444673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=212358515524444673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/212358515524444673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/212358515524444673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-5049479712660058331</id><published>2008-04-09T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:07:11.728-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons to learn from children'/><title type='text'>Things We Can Learn from Little Children</title><content type='html'>Dance every time you hear music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing from your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t like it, don’t eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like screaming, let it rip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be honest and open about how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something is yours, fight for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up early so you don’t miss a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fall down, get right back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t walk when you can run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give up too easily when someone tells you no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell everyone how old you are and be proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognize the beauty in frogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are happy to see someone, run as fast as you can toward that person with your arms open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose the inhibitions, and run naked through the house after your bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t want to do something, say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find joy in the little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get mad, then get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be embarrassed to be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share your candy with those who don’t have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are scared, call your mom or dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow yourself to be amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you got a little chocolate on your face, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play like there is no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone offers to hold you while you cry, let them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry about whether your clothes match or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t try to act happy when you’re not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe that all things are possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like a movie, watch it as many times as you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh from your gut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry when you feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be eager to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give in to sleep only when you can no longer keep your eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept everyone regardless of what kind of clothes they are wearing or what color their skin is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let yourself get excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a nap when you’re tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretend that you’re a princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump in water puddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swing, slide, and play on the merry-go-round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry if your shoes are on the wrong feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the people you love on the lips.  If you really love them, lick their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give hugs generously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to everyone you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk right up to people and ask them what their name is and tell them yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fall down, let someone kiss your boo-boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go for a walk, pick up all the unusual rocks you see and put them in your pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry that people might laugh at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your imagination run wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip down the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t be a firefighter and an astronaut and a race car driver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-5049479712660058331?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5049479712660058331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=5049479712660058331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/5049479712660058331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/5049479712660058331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-we-can-learn-from-little.html' title='Things We Can Learn from Little Children'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-4010604327889856745</id><published>2008-04-09T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T14:06:20.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='need to be right'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acceptance of ourselves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='admit being wrong'/><title type='text'>The Need To Be Right</title><content type='html'>“If you’re trying too hard to convince everyone around you that you’re right, you’re probably wrong.”  Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when one of the most important things to me was being right all of the time.  Even when I knew inside that I was wrong, I continued to indignantly argue that I was right.  To feel good about myself, I needed to be right, to know just a little more, be just a little smarter than everyone else.  Thinking about the amount of time and energy that I wasted on this insane behavior makes me a little sad, but I guess I had to go through it to be where I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily, I am now at a point where I no longer have that obsessive need to be right in every argument or situation.  I believe that the transformation came with a combination of age and acceptance.  However it happened, I’m just glad that it did, and I’m not willing to spend any time trying to figure out exactly how or when or why.  The important thing is that I enjoy freedom now that I didn’t even know existed before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the freedom to simply say, “Oops, I messed up,” or “Sorry, I was wrong,” or “I don’t know.”  And this freedom is one of the most wonderful things that ever happened to me.  I am no longer on guard all the time, and I feel like the weight of the world has been lifted from my shoulders.  There was just too much stress and worry associated with “being right” all the time.  I understand and accept now that people are just that, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling good about myself now means accepting myself for who and what I am, no more and no less.  I don’t worry about what other people think of me, and I honestly don’t care who thinks I’m right and who thinks I’m wrong.  It doesn’t matter to me if anyone else thinks I’m smart, and it’s liberating to admit that I’m not nearly as smart as I thought I was in my younger years.  I am completely free to be me now, a human being who makes mistakes, is often wrong, and that is just fine with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-4010604327889856745?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4010604327889856745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=4010604327889856745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/4010604327889856745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/4010604327889856745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/need-to-be-right.html' title='The Need To Be Right'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-2526055552400229010</id><published>2008-04-04T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T10:44:43.116-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pay attention'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid questions'/><title type='text'>Stupid Questions</title><content type='html'>It is true that where children are concerned there is no such thing as a stupid question. However, this rule does not apply to adults, and it is often hard to believe some of the idiotic questions that adults actually ask. And to make it worse, they are serious; they aren’t joking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it means to ask a stupid question to me is asking one for which the answer is blatantly obvious. Sometimes, the person is simply oblivious. They are often smart and educated, just maybe lacking in the common sense department. For example, during a recent conversation with a friend, I mentioned that I had been to my Uncle Jim’s funeral the day before. She then asked me, “Oh, did he die?” It took every ounce of restraint I could muster not to say something like, “No, but he’s sick so we thought we would go ahead and bury him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other situations, I think that stupid questions are a direct result of not listening. An example of this happened a few weeks ago when I called the cable company to find out why they had charged me eighty-eight dollars more than usual. I posed this question to the customer service representative who answered my call, and she replied with this question, “Would you like for me to check on that for you?” I couldn’t stop myself from answering, “No thanks, I just wanted to let you know that it will be my pleasure to send you eighty-eight dollars more than I owe.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also times, though, when the question doesn’t really fit into the “oblivious” or the “not listening” categories. They simply defy explanation. Both of these examples happened while I was grocery shopping. First, I asked the manager where I could find the Del Monte brand green beans. He then asked, “Is that the brand you want?” I replied, “No, I just wanted to make sure that you knew where they were.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other grocery store incident happened when I was deciding which cheese to purchase. I saw a package that was two months past the sell by date. I took the package with me to the checkout counter and showed it to the checker. She asked me, “Do you want to buy it?’ I didn’t waste time on a reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last example that defies explanation happened at my son’s school. I needed to pick him up early for an appointment. I went to the office and told the student worker my son’s name and that he had a dental appointment. She asked, “Do you want me to get him out of class?” I answered with a simple, “Yes, please.” But what I really wanted to say was, “No, I just wanted you to know that my family practices good dental hygiene.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world where stupidity can be found on each and every corner, these questions can be annoying. But, I try to see it from a different perspective. They provide much needed comic relief in a world where everyone needs to laugh more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-2526055552400229010?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2526055552400229010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=2526055552400229010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/2526055552400229010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/2526055552400229010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/stupid-questions.html' title='Stupid Questions'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-2266524495392128019</id><published>2008-04-02T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:00:20.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain of losing parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss of a parent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grief'/><title type='text'>The Loss of a Parent</title><content type='html'>At 51 years of age, I find myself in that awful position of having lost both parents. It doesn't matter how old you are when your parents die. You still feel like an orphan when they are both gone. My dad's death, being the most recent, is the one that I'm still working hard to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;My mother died at age 53, so she has been gone for most of my adult life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was 75 years old when he died so I consider myself lucky to have had lots of time with him. He was the kind of man that everyone loved. He was smart, funny, and he loved life. He didn't give advice unless asked, minded his own business, and lived by the saying, "What goes around comes around." He had an unexplainable calming effect on me. I could be having the worst of days, some huge life catastrophe, or trouble with the kids and just talking to him on the phone could calm me down. He was not only my dad. He was my wonderful friend and a source of strength for me. I miss him more than I could ever find the words to express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was diagnosed with cancer eighteen months before he passed away. I knew something was wrong because he had been looking thin and pale. I think he knew, too, but maybe just didn't want to hear it. There was no hope of curing his cancer, but the oncologist felt that he could get him a little more time with chemotherapy. Thankfully, my dad consented to the treatments because it gave us a little more time with him. We knew that a time would come that the treatments wouldn't help anymore, and that happened about six weeks before he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a five week hospital stay, during which I never left him. I was very fortunate to have a wonderful husband who understood the importance of my being with him and also fortunate that I was not employed at the time. And even though my dad was so ill, and sometimes didn't even know I was there, I'll always cherish this time. It was probably the most difficult time of my life, but it was also very special. I needed to be with him, and be there for him, like he had been there for me all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The healing has been a long, hard, painful road. There were days when I literally felt like screaming, and there were days when I cried for hours. These days don't come as often now, but they still occur occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the things that have helped me through it are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with God, lots of prayer and meditation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allowing myself to lean on loved ones for support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about my dad what I love about him, how bad I felt for him when he was ill, recounting funny stories about him, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing poems and letters to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting myself cry or feel sad when I need to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honoring his memory by paying attention to things that were important to him for example, he loved to watch the birds in his back yard, so I put a feeder in my yard in his memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling stories about him to his grandchildren so that his memory lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always wanted to go to Alaska, so last spring, my husband and I took an Alaskan cruise.  It sounds strange, but I almost felt like I was seeing it through his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grief is one of the most difficult phases that we have to go through. The initial loss of a loved one is terrible, but as time goes by and life gets back to normal, we have to figure out how to live it without them. It's painful, and some days it seems like we'll never get better. But sooner or later we do, and the timetable is different for everyone. But a time will come when we will be able to think of the lost loved without sadness. The thoughts will make us smile with wonderful memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My description of how the healing works is: At first, it feels like there is a hole in your heart where that person used to be. As the healing progresses, the hole remains, but its rough edges seem to become smoother. There will always be a place for them in your heart, but it just won't hurt so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-2266524495392128019?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2266524495392128019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=2266524495392128019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/2266524495392128019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/2266524495392128019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/loss-of-parent.html' title='The Loss of a Parent'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-6698814305522085049</id><published>2008-04-02T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T12:33:34.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what dads teach us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='importance of fathers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what goes around comes around'/><title type='text'>Tribute to My Dad</title><content type='html'>When Father's Day comes around this year, it will be almost two years since my dad passed away. I wrote the following thoughts the day after he died:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was an extraordinary man. With patience and wisdom beyond belief, he shaped countless lives, the lives of not only his own kids and grandkids, but also the lives of his friends and their kids. He possessed a quiet and gentle, yet tough and influential spirit that few men have. He was respected and loved by people of all ages. He didn't demand that people respect him, it just came naturally because of the kind of man he was. There was something special about him that made people listen when he talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't a sophisticated man, but he had more dignity than anyone I've ever known; not formally educated, but smarter than most. He was genuine and without pretense. He was always the same person no matter who he was with or what the situation was. Being completely comfortable with himself, he didn't feel that he had to put on airs or pretend to be something that he wasn't just to please others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved the outdoors and enjoyed fishing and hunting and rock collecting, and he taught me to appreciate nature. Every year we'd load up the car and go on 2-week summer vacations. He'd spend all year planning and saving for the trip. Any man with courage enough to take off for 2 weeks in the car with four females (my mom, my two sisters, and me) deserves a medal! He loved the Rocky Mountains, so no matter where we went, even if it was east, we came home through Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had the patience of a saint, from helping with homework to playing catch and coaching softball teams and teaching my sisters and me to swim and ride bikes, he was always there for us. But even a dad with patience can get to where he's had enough from time to time. For those times, he had what we called "THE LOOK." He didn't have to yell or threaten; he just got that look in his eyes and we knew that it was time to straighten up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He believed very strongly in the philosophy of "what goes around, comes around," and he lived by it every day. It's amazing how his words and lessons and advice still influence me. Every time I even think about doing or saying something I shouldn't, I hear his voice in my head saying, "Remember! What goes around comes around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a grandfather, he was the best! He spent hours with the grandkids, fishing, hunting arrowheads, and teaching them about nature. All the kids loved to spend time with him. He entertained them with stories about "Shaggamoos" (an animal he invented) which are odd-looking, red-eyed creatures that live in trees and can only be seen at night. When the kids were with him, the shaggamoo hunts would start at dark and always end with a couple being spotted in the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was also a wonderful and loyal friend. He had a reputation for always being there for his friends when they needed him.. Some of his friends and neighbors have told me stories about how he would miraculously show up during times of crisis as if he somehow knew that he was needed. And he was right about "what goes around comes around" because when he got sick, all the good that he did came back to him with his friends doing everything possible to help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fortunate to have him with me for almost 50 years. I learned many important and unforgettable lessons from him, and I loved him with all my heart. When he first passed away, my thoughts of him were of his illness, when he felt so bad. But in the last few months, I have gotten past most of that, and when I think of him, I see him working in his garden, or sitting at a slot machine, or hunting arrowheads on the shore of the lake, always with his pipe in his mouth and a gleam in his eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-6698814305522085049?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6698814305522085049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=6698814305522085049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/6698814305522085049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/6698814305522085049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/tribute-to-my-dad.html' title='Tribute to My Dad'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-7961695169556252394</id><published>2008-04-02T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:58:41.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live in the present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='find peace and contentment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be grateful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind your own business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inner peace'/><title type='text'>Achieving Inner Peace</title><content type='html'>Inner peace is something that we all strive for but few achieve. It's virtually impossible to feel a sense of peace and contentment in today's world. Everyone is in a hurry, and very few folks take the time to slow down and enjoy life. I call this living on autopilot. We are going through the motions, doing everything that needs to be done, but we are also missing the point. We are not here to simply go through the motions. We're here to learn, gain wisdom, help ourselves and others, and enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is never a smooth journey. If it were, there would be no opportunities to learn and gain wisdom. There are problems to be solved, careers to be advanced, meals to cook, and laundry to be done. In addition to life's everyday obstacles, most of us have bigger situations to cope with. Many are caring for an elderly parent, going through financial difficulties, battling illness, caring for a child with special needs, and any number of other unique missions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we find inner peace, we are able to gracefully navigate life's everyday problems as well as the larger ones. My definition of inner peace is "a feeling of contentment and calm that resides within." It cannot be destroyed by life's troubles. If we have inner peace, it doesn't mean that life will be easy, or that there will be no problems, it simply means that we will be able to cope easier with whatever life brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that have helped me find inner peace and calm are simple ideas, but not easy to practice. The more I practice, the easier it gets, though, and the better I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Prayer/meditation. Never losing contact with my God is essential to my feeling calm and peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive. Holding on to anger and resentment wastes valuable energy and only hurts me. The person I'm angry with has already moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. Loving without condition brings joy that will lead to inner peace and contentment. Through the years, I have learned to take special care of my relationships with others, as well as my relationship with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for me. Taking 30 minutes out of every day to do something nice for myself is essential. When I don't take this time, I find myself feeling resentful and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deal with anxiety immediately. When I start to feel anxiety it is important to take a few minutes to be quiet and be still, just relax and let the calm feeling back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be authentic. In the past, I spent time trying to please others and essentially trying to be something that I was not. To have inner peace, it is imperative that I accept myself as I am and not try to impress others, put on airs, or generally be anything other than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh. Although laughter doesn't solve life's problems, it always brings me a much needed reprieve from the drudgery. It's essential to a peaceful, joyful life because it helps counteract the difficulty of life's troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice gratitude. We hear this often, but many never actually take the time to make a gratitude list. When I make a conscious effort to be grateful for all I have, it helps me gain a feeling of inner contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live in today. Few things can rob me of my inner peace faster than fretting over something I did or didn't do yesterday, or something I have to do tomorrow. If I live only in today, I have more focus and energy for the task at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay out of the business of others. I can literally feel my level of inner peace decreasing when I start to get into the affairs of others. Regular reminders to myself that I need to run my own life and let others do the same are helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a long list, and it's important to note that I didn't start living by these principles all at once. It has taken me many years to reach the goal of inner peace, but now that I know what it feels like, I'll never go back to the chaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-7961695169556252394?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7961695169556252394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=7961695169556252394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/7961695169556252394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/7961695169556252394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/achieving-inner-peace.html' title='Achieving Inner Peace'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-2026798605333421137</id><published>2008-03-27T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:01:47.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spend time with friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t say things in haste or anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be tolerant of friends and family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avoid regret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tell loved ones how you feel'/><title type='text'>Avoiding Regrets in Relationships with Loved Ones</title><content type='html'>To avoid regrets in relationships with loved ones, it is necessary to stay right with them at all times. There are a few very simple ways to accomplish this. One of the most important things is to never say hateful or cruel things in haste or anger. Once spoken, words hang in the air forever. They never disappear, and they can never be taken back. The recipient of the words might decide to forgive you, but they will never be able to forget the destructive things you said or the pain that was caused by the hateful words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another very important way to avoid regret is to make it a point to tell your loved ones how you feel about them on a regular basis. Do not ever assume that you don't need to tell them because they already know. Maybe they do know, but it is impossible to tell a person that you love them too many times. And, if there are specific things about them that you love or admire, never miss an opportunity to tell them. This is an easy thing to do, and it makes everyone feel great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, stay in touch with everyone you love. It can be very difficult to find the time to call and visit friends and family, but it is imperative. Spend as much time with them as possible, and when you can't see them, call them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, be patient with loved ones. There are times when a family member or friend might be getting on your nerves. Everyone can be annoying at times; we all have our moments. Do your best not to let them see how you feel because they would, or already have, tolerated you when you were annoying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also important to never leave someone you love in a fit of anger. Many people get angry and storm out, slam the door, and leave. There is no guarantee that you will ever get back to the loved one to make up with them. It sounds drastic, maybe even morbid, but you don't want that to be yours, or their, last memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that no one knows what the future holds, and no one is guaranteed another chance or a certain amount of time. Stay right with everyone you love all the time, and you'll never have to live with regrets in your relationships.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-2026798605333421137?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2026798605333421137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=2026798605333421137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/2026798605333421137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/2026798605333421137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/avoiding-regrets-in-relationships-with.html' title='Avoiding Regrets in Relationships with Loved Ones'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-8988259263454478189</id><published>2008-03-27T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:50:12.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do we really want the truth'/><title type='text'>Humor:  Truth</title><content type='html'>We all claim to want to know the truth in every situation, but do we really? I think that it actually depends on what that truth is. I sincerely believe that most of us may be guilty of Jack Nicholson's character's accusation of Tom Cruise's character in "A Few Good Men" when he says, "You can't handle the truth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, a friend of mine was dating a new guy recently, and she really wanted me to meet him. She had been telling me for a few weeks how great and smart and wonderful he was. I was hesitant, but I agreed to meet them for dinner anyway. I wasn't sure how I would handle it if I didn't see the same wonderful qualities that she did, but I took a chance because it was important to my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that I wasn't quite as impressed with him as my friend was. He talked about himself for two solid hours and stared at every other woman that walked by, but my friend didn't seem to notice. When she called me the next day to ask what I thought of him, I said, "Uh, uh, he's surely interesting, isn't he? And he's tall, too." I lied about the interesting part, but I was certain that she would figure him out after a couple more dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another recent example is when I asked a good friend, "Do these jeans make my butt look big?" Did I really want to know the truth? No way! I wanted her to lie to me if she must, and any true friend would know this. I can just imagine a world where friends were always truthful with each other. "Do these jeans make my butt look big?" Then comes the answer, "Oh my gosh, I thought you'd never ask. You look like Jared before the Subway diet!" Is this what I wanted to hear? Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that my friend has told me that I do indeed look fat in my new jeans, I decide to get a new hairstyle and color. That should make me feel better. When I get finished at the salon, I'm feeling pretty good about my new look, so I go to that same friend's house to show off the changes. That was my first mistake. Immediately after she opens the door, I sense a certain discomfort. I can see a look of dread on her face. She knows that I'm going to ask her if she likes my new cut and color, and she's trying to figure out how she is going to answer the question. That's when I make my second mistake. I ask her, "What do you think of my new haircut and color?" Then I blow it by adding, "Now be completely honest." When will I ever learn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-8988259263454478189?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8988259263454478189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=8988259263454478189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/8988259263454478189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/8988259263454478189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/humor-truth.html' title='Humor:  Truth'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-5205828791963672424</id><published>2008-03-27T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:48:37.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='take responsibility for your own actions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stop blaming others'/><title type='text'>Take Responsibility for Your Own Actions</title><content type='html'>I am growing increasingly tired of people blaming others for their problems. It makes no sense to me that they cannot simply face the consequences of their own behavior without having to place blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who are so busy throwing blame around that they never have a chance to learn or grown from their mistakes. There are thirty and forty year old adults still blaming their parents for everything that is wrong in their lives. If it happens that they can't afford to pay their bills, it is because their parents didn't teach them how to manage money. If they turn out not to be good parents themselves, it isn't their fault. It is because their parents spanked them or didn't encourage them enough. When they have trouble finding a good job, they blame their parents for not forcing them to go to college. It seems that no matter what ails them, they can find a way to blame their parents, or at least someone other than themselves. I have to wonder how long they can continue to justify blaming their upbringing for all their shortcomings. At what age does it become their responsibility?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents whose high school children can't read or write blame the school. They are not willing to allow for the possibility that it could be, at least partially, their own fault. Where were they and what were they doing when the child was in elementary school? Maybe if they had been paying attention, reading to the child, and letting the child read to them, they would have noticed that there was a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even worse, there are criminals blaming society because they commit heinous crimes. They commit robbery because somehow society prevents them from finding a job. They are, therefore, forced to steal. Some commit rape because the victim was wearing a short skirt or a low cut blouse. It's her fault; she asked for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone murders another human being, but it isn't his/her fault. It's because their parents got a divorce when they were young, or they had a parent who went to prison. Some of these people even try to blame it on God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are countless excuses to be made for everything from minor infractions to rape and murder, and a scapegoat can always be found. But I have to hope that one day these people will learn to take responsibility for themselves and for their own behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hope that some day the world will stop accepting excuses and start holding people accountable for their actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-5205828791963672424?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5205828791963672424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=5205828791963672424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/5205828791963672424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/5205828791963672424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/take-responsibility-for-your-own.html' title='Take Responsibility for Your Own Actions'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-7578603666269227959</id><published>2008-03-25T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T19:31:18.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='importance of silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being still'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being quiet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><title type='text'>The Importance of Silence</title><content type='html'>“All men’s miseries derive from not being able to sit quietly in a room.”  Blaise Pascal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned what I call “the art of silence” from my father.  He was completely comfortable with silence, and he taught me to be comfortable with it as well.  It is a necessity for me to sit in silence for at least fifteen minutes every day, and I will do whatever I have to in order to accomplish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence is a necessary element to a peaceful and serene lifestyle.  It is restorative and relaxing, and it gives me an opportunity to reflect on what is good in my life and what needs to be changed.  It gives me a chance concentrate on all that I have to be grateful for, helps keep me centered, and provides a chance to simply let my mind wander.  When the chaos of everyday life begins to make me feel edgy and irritable, silence is the perfect antidote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, being quiet also provides time for prayer and meditation.  Silence is the best condition in which to communicate with God because His voice is subtle and sometimes difficult to hear amid the chaos.  If I will just sit quietly and listen, He will always tell me what to do in times of struggle or hardship, and in the silence He will give me the comfort to cope with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, many folks do not know how to be silent, and many do not like silence at all.  They are uncomfortable when it gets too quiet, and they feel that they have to erase it with mindless chatter, noise from the television, or anything else that will fill the void.  Of course, there are always those chosen few with whom we feel more comfortable sharing silence.  For example, when we first meet someone, it is quite uncomfortable and awkward when the conversation lags.  Both parties are quickly trying to think of something to talk about.  But, it shouldn’t be this way with our family or close friends.  We should be able to comfortably share quiet times with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also those people who are uncomfortable with silence when they are alone.  Maybe they don’t like it because there is nothing to focus on except for their own thoughts.  Self-reflection is difficult for some, especially when they have problems they do not want to face or feelings of guilt that they do not want to admit.  Silence sometimes forces us to hear the noise going on in our own minds, and it is not always pleasant.  But in order to grow, we must hear that noise and resolve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-7578603666269227959?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7578603666269227959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=7578603666269227959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/7578603666269227959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/7578603666269227959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/importance-of-silence.html' title='The Importance of Silence'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-8235348859828507508</id><published>2008-03-25T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T19:28:37.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facing real life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenagers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowing it all'/><title type='text'>Humor:  Knowing Everything</title><content type='html'>It was so nice while it lasted – that period of time between my 13th birthday and my 20th one.  Those were the wonderful years during which I knew everything about everything.  All anyone had to do was ask me.  I was happy to tell them what was right, how they should feel, and what they should do in any given situation.  I knew more than my parents, more than my teachers, more than everyone else.  I was the smartest person in the world.  I had an opinion on everything, and I was certain that everyone not only wanted to hear my opinion, but they should also agree with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I have no idea how anyone could stand to be around me, and I surely can’t see why anyone would have wanted to have a conversation with me!  I know now that I was an arrogant, but very normal, little brat who knew nothing.  This “know-it-all” disease seems to affect almost all teenagers.  But no one could have convinced me back then that I didn’t know even 5% of what I thought I knew.  I was so far gone that I even pointed out to my best friend’s father that his parenting skills needed improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened, though, to all that knowledge?  It mysteriously disappeared when I was about 21 years old, when I started the adventure of real life.  Real life, with real problems and real responsibilities, knocked me on my tail.  It was quite a rude awakening finding out that I wasn’t the all-knowing person I had believed I was.  I quickly realized that I barely knew anything, and I definitely didn’t have all the answers for my problems and certainly not for anyone else’s problems.  I was so accustomed to having things go my way, or being able to manipulate them into going my way that it never occurred to me that life would ever be any different.  That is, until I started living in the real world, on my own, with husband, children, job, house, and the rest of the complications that adult life brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand what it is about those teenage years that make us feel that we are so smart, that we are never wrong, and that everyone else is stupid.  Maybe it’s just that we have to go through thinking that we have all the answers to learn that we actually know very little.  One of my favorite Don Henley songs, “Heart of the Matter,” contains the following line:  “Everything I thought I’d figured out, I have to learn again.”  This is the perfect description of how it feels when you come out of that teenage fog of imagined intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now in my fifties.  I still do not have all the answers, and I still do not know everything.  The difference now is that I am glad to admit it.  I enjoy hearing differing viewpoints before deciding my stance on an issue.  My mind is finally open now, which only comes with the ability to admit that there could possibly be other views besides my own.  When I thought I knew everything, I wouldn’t have allowed for other viewpoints because it meant that I might not be right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-8235348859828507508?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8235348859828507508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=8235348859828507508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/8235348859828507508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/8235348859828507508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/humor-knowing-everything.html' title='Humor:  Knowing Everything'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-7994308358419647280</id><published>2008-03-25T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T19:26:34.609-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='take care of yourself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make yourself a priority'/><title type='text'>Be Kind To Yourself</title><content type='html'>So often, my friends say things like, “I just never feel good anymore,” or “I’m always tired,” or “I never have any free time.”  My questions for them are, “What do you do to take care of yourself?”  “Are you kind to yourself?”  “What do you do that is for you and you alone?”  Unfortunately, the answer is usually something like, “I don’t have time to be kind to myself,” or “I have too much to do to take time for myself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand completely.  It is difficult to find any extra time, and when we do, we feel like we should be doing things like cleaning, ironing, and all the other fun things that go with being a responsible adult.  Between the spouse, the kids, the job, the housework, cooking, laundry – I could go on and on – we do well just to make it to work each day in clean clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years, though, I have realized that if something is truly important to me, I will find the time for it.  So, if I am important to myself, I will make time to be kind to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to be kind to yourself, make yourself a priority.  An added incentive to this, besides how much better you will feel, is that your life will become smoother and calmer.  Your family will like being with you more, and you’ll do a better job at work.  This is because you will feel better, not so pressured and hurried all the time.  In learning how to be kind to yourself, you will learn to relax, and everyone likes a relaxed person more than a chaos-driven maniac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you feel like going shopping or to the movie or out to dinner alone, do it!  If you want to sit outside and read or watch the birds for an hour, go on out!  Listen to that inner voice that is telling you that it is time to be kind to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this sounds difficult, and it took me years to learn to do it.  I learned it the hard way, which I think may be the only way I can learn anything.  I had a wonderful doctor who tried to tell me to be good to myself and take time for myself and get more rest when I was in my twenties.  He reminded me that I spent a certain amount of time at work and a certain amount taking care of my spouse and children and household.  Then he asked me what amount I spent being kind to myself.  My answer was a definitive “zero” because there was no time left over after taking care of everyone else.  He bluntly told me that I better find a way to take care of myself or face a nervous breakdown.  This frightened me enough that I did start insisting on some “me time,” and I was diligent about it for a few months.  Then I got right back into my old self-sacrificing rut and wallowed there for a few more years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I found myself in such a state of depression that all I could do was cry.  I realized, with the help of a therapist, that there were many things in my life that had to change, and 99% of them had to do with me.  I made a list and got started.  (I make lists for everything!)  At the top of my list was that I had to start being good to myself.  And I did.  Progress was slow at first because it was a completely new behavior for me.  But I learned quickly, and I believe that everyone in my life has benefited by the change because I’m happier, easier to live with, and I am no longer a self-sacrificing martyr.  I am kind to me, and as a result, kinder to others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-7994308358419647280?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7994308358419647280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=7994308358419647280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/7994308358419647280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/7994308358419647280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/be-kind-to-yourself.html' title='Be Kind To Yourself'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-3090144370472856372</id><published>2008-03-25T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T19:24:57.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money doesn&apos;t buy happiness'/><title type='text'>Humor:  Money Doesn't Buy Happiness, Or Does It?</title><content type='html'>I guess it’s true that money &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t buy happiness, but I think a new Coach purse would go a long way in making me feel better. Of course, I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; never had the kind of money it would take to know whether it could buy happiness or not, but to be honest, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t mind the chance to find out. I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been hearing this saying all my life, and I would welcome the opportunity to debunk the myth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect that the saying was started as a way of making regular folks feel better about not having money, a way of making ourselves appear to be so much more enlightened than the rich people. It’s our way of saying to them that we might not have money, but we also don’t have the problems that go along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just once, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t mind having some of those problems. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t it be awful to have that annoying decision of which charitable organization to donate a boatload of money to? Or, God forbid, I would hate to have to worry about whether the trip to Europe was a deductible expense or not. And I know it would make me feel so bad having to decide whether to buy a summer home in Aspen or Hawaii or on Martha’s Vineyard. And my goodness, how would I ever decide what kind of car to drive, a Bentley or a Rolls-Royce or a Ferrari? How would I ever deal with all of these problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s face it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t it be nice to go shopping and not have to check the price tags of everything before we try it on? Or, how would it be to go out for dinner sometimes and not feel like we have to order the least expensive dish on the menu, and even order dessert without feeling guilty? What if we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t have to worry about how we can fill the car with gas and buy groceries in the same week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t speak for everyone else, but the problems of being rich don’t sound all that terrible to me. I have a feeling that they are problems I could learn to live with if I tried really hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-3090144370472856372?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3090144370472856372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=3090144370472856372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/3090144370472856372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/3090144370472856372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/money-doesnt-buy-happiness-or-does-it.html' title='Humor:  Money Doesn&apos;t Buy Happiness, Or Does It?'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-1429342148356713345</id><published>2008-03-24T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:05:59.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother/Daughter Relationships</title><content type='html'>Mothers and daughters go through phases in their relationship where at times, they are the best of friends, and at other times, they can’t agree on a single issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that when I was young, my mother was my best friend.  She was my source of comfort and well being, and she always knew exactly how to make me feel better.   She was also my biggest fan and encouraged me in everything I attempted.  She never talked down to me, and I sought her advice on many topics.  She was, in my eyes, the smartest woman that ever lived.  She had all the qualities of a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years later, though, when I reached the age of 16-17, my attitude changed.  Of course I still loved my mom, but I no longer felt like sharing everything with her, and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t agree with her all the time like I had when I was younger.  And for the next 2-3 years, she was the “mom.”  In retrospect, I know that there were times during that period that I would see a glimpse of our old relationship.  We would still occasionally have talks like before, and laugh about things, but not as often.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t even realize that this change was taking place at the time.  I just knew that I had my friends from school that I discussed everything with now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I understand that this was just part of the process of me becoming who I am, growing toward adulthood.  My mother, in her wisdom, knew what was happening, and she had the courage and the grace to stand back and allow it.  I cannot imagine how difficult that must have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I reached the age of 20, my mother was my best friend again.  She really always was, I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t get it!  I talked to her nearly every day, sought her advice on matters with my children, problems at work, and any number of life’s daily problems.  She was very wise, and almost always had a good idea to share with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, she died at a young age, and I lost my mom/best friend when I was 29 years old.  Over 20 years have passed, and sometimes I still catch myself thinking that I need to call her when something important happens.  I guess that’s how it is with really true friends – you never become accustomed to not talking to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing, though, is that when you have a friend like that, they are always with you in a way -- a part of them lives on in the people that they loved.  I can still hear many of the things my mom, my best friend, shared with me, and I’ll treasure that forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-1429342148356713345?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1429342148356713345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=1429342148356713345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/1429342148356713345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/1429342148356713345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/motherdaughter-relationships.html' title='Mother/Daughter Relationships'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-5585266728023416942</id><published>2008-03-24T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:02:10.684-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list your good qualities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self esteem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concentrate on positive traits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self esteem comes from inside'/><title type='text'>Self Esteem Basics</title><content type='html'>When asked to describe themselves, most people tend to start listing the things they would like to change – their “less desirable qualities.”  In addition, they tend to list the “outside characteristics” focusing on weight issues or any number of things that they do not like about the way they look.  These are the traits that most people seem to focus on.  To be sure, everyone has some negative characteristics.  Without those, we would not be human.  People are not perfect.  But it is important to remember the good qualities, too, and even learn to list those before the not-so-good ones.  Additionally, it is good to remember that needing to lose ten pounds or having wrinkles or gray hair does not make us bad people.  It is the person inside that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not boastful to know, or even to say that you have nice qualities.  Everyone has good qualities that they should feel good about and be proud of.  Of course, there is no need to shout from the rooftop that we are kind or compassionate or thoughtful or smart, because at that point it has become arrogance.  But it is good to know in our own hearts that we have goodness inside us.  There should be a balance between the good traits and the negative ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In society much emphasis is placed on self-confidence and self-esteem, but society can give us no help in attaining them.  It actually does more to rob us of our self-esteem with the fantasy ads featuring thin, beautiful people with money and perfect lives.  But we can only learn to like ourselves by being completely honest when assessing our traits.  We must see ourselves as we truly are – human beings with many wonderful qualities and numerous flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help focus on the positive, make a list of your assets – are you courteous, generous, helpful?  Are you a good wife/husband, a good mother/father?  Are you loyal, a good friend, a good listener?  Do you enjoy helping others?  Think about this, and make that list so that the next time you are asked to describe yourself you can give an accurate description.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-5585266728023416942?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5585266728023416942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=5585266728023416942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/5585266728023416942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/5585266728023416942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/self-esteem-basics.html' title='Self Esteem Basics'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-3816810321412970891</id><published>2008-03-24T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T13:59:27.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pray for those you are angry with'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deal with anger on an as needed basis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='find peace and contentment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t hold on to anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t let anger grow'/><title type='text'>Letting Go of Anger</title><content type='html'>“Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger…Ephesians 4:31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hold grudges, hold on to anger like it is your shield, and clutch past hurts to your chest and dare anyone to take them away, you are only hurting yourself. There is a better way to live – with peace and contentment and acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done all the destructive things associated with anger and resentment. I was angry with so many people that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t even list them all. But if I had tried to make a list, my own name would have been at the top – in bold, capital letters. I often felt consumed with anger – mad at everything from people to cancer to addiction, and everything in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The realization that anger was ruling my life came to me suddenly one day when I was busy feeling sorry for myself over some insignificant comment that someone had made. Something (I believe that it was God) made me see that I was wasting my time and energy on the most negative of emotions. It’s true that many difficult things had happened in my life, and anger was an understandable reaction, but it was time to let it go. I then set myself on a path to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I learned when I began to try to make sense of and get rid of the anger was one of the most important lessons I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; ever learned. My anger was not hurting anyone but me. It had chipped away at all the good things in my life until they were almost non-existent. My heart was getting hard, and I had little compassion for anyone. I had lost the ability to empathize or sympathize with others. I felt bad, almost physically ill, most of the time. I had physical pain and emotional pain. My relationship with God had deteriorated to me telling Him how bad my life was on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing that happened is that God sent me help in the form of a wise friend. She had been through many of the same difficult experiences that I had and had overcome serious anger issues. At first, I resisted her help because even though I knew that the anger was robbing me of my sanity, I was to a point of being comfortable with it, and change can be very difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend was patient, and she shared what had worked for her. She made a few suggestions such as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;journaling&lt;/span&gt;, exercise, and meditation, and they all made perfect sense. However, the last thing that she told me to do made me think that she was insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me to pray for the people that I was angry with. She said to pray for them to have everything that I would wish for myself and to pray for their general well being. This suggestion was way over the top! Why would I pray for them? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t wish good things for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a while, as I continued to suffer, I decided that I’d try it. I knew it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t work, and then I could go tell her I thought she was crazy! As it turned out, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t crazy. I remember nearly choking on the words the first time I prayed for everyone that I was angry with, but I got through it, and after about a week, I felt an indescribable feeling of freedom. I could then focus on things like cancer and addiction (the targets of my anger that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t pray for), and I began to accept the changes that they had brought to my life. I began to deal with anger and resentment on an as-needed basis instead of letting it build to an unmanageable level. It’s much easier to cope with one situation at a time than it is to be lost in the middle of a lifetime of anger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-3816810321412970891?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3816810321412970891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=3816810321412970891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/3816810321412970891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/3816810321412970891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/get-rid-of-all-bitterness-rage-and.html' title='Letting Go of Anger'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-5668691142927472437</id><published>2008-03-16T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T19:01:11.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listen to music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watch a comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='call a friend'/><title type='text'>Things To Do When You Need A Lift</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, the hardest thing to do when I am feeling down is to make myself get up and do something.  But at some point, I must, or else the feelings of sadness and depression will gain a strong hold and become more and more difficult to get rid of.  It is OK to let myself wallow in the negative emotions for a day or so.  Everyone needs to do this occasionally.  The problems start when I allow myself to wallow too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the things that help when I need a lift are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer.  The worst thing I can do when I’m feeling down is to not stay connected with God.  These are the times when I need Him more than ever, so it’s good for me to double up on my communication with Him through prayer and meditation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to music.  For me, music is like medicine for the soul.  There are specific songs that I have found always make me feel better.  Many of the classic Beatles’ tunes are upbeat and are great to sing along with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch comedies on TV.  “I Love Lucy” is my favorite when I need to be cheered up.  I can’t help but laugh out loud during just about any episode of this classic sitcom.  Both of Bob Newhart’s classic sitcoms, “Newhart” and “The Bob Newhart” show are also hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read.  Sometimes it helps me to get completely out of my own life for a while.  Reading is a great escape, and I can’t think about things that are bothering me when I’m concentrating on a good book.  The principle can be applied to watching a movie.  I just try to stay away from anything sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a gratitude list.  People get tired of hearing this, but it really does help me put things into perspective when I look at a list of all the things I have to be grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to a playground and swing.  The funny flutter that I get in my stomach when I swing really high always makes me giggle.  It’s just plain fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go for a walk or bike ride.  Exercise is proven as a weapon against depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call a friend that makes you laugh.  One of my friends has a knack for being able to make me laugh no matter what’s happening, so I always call her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have children, listen to them laugh.  I can't help but laugh when I hear a child laughing out loud.  It's also fun watching them play.  They have such a carefree manner that it's hard to feel anything negative when you are watching them have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do something special for yourself.  I love to get a manicure and/or pedicure, get my hair cut or styled or highlighted, or buy some special chocolate and eat it all myself.  There are also simple things that I do to treat myself such as taking a bubble bath, putting fresh flowers out, and lighting aromatherapy candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone deals with hardships in a different way.  I do what works for me, and so must everyone else.  The important thing is to do something – whatever works and do it before depression has time to get a foothold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-5668691142927472437?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5668691142927472437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=5668691142927472437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/5668691142927472437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/5668691142927472437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-to-do-when-you-need-lift.html' title='Things To Do When You Need A Lift'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-3673868712002453218</id><published>2008-03-15T16:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T16:45:17.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toxic friendships'/><title type='text'>Friendships</title><content type='html'>There are basically two types of difficult friendships, the ones you should hold on to and the ones you should let go. The first type are the friends that are simply going through a rough patch and need extra support, but they will happily give extra support to you when you need it. The ones to let go are the ones that do not give back and never will. Their lives are never-ending drama pits, and they will suck the life right out of you if you let them. Friendship with them is never a two-way street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is an example of what happens with a friend who is going through a rough time and consequently being difficult: She calls you every day to discuss her problems, and although you are very careful not to give advice, you do share some things that have helped you in similar situations. Your friend seems to have a reason why everything that you share just wouldn’t work in her situation. She is cranky and needy, and nothing makes her happy. Sadly, some people need to remain in the negativity for a little while before they can muster up the courage to change it. Their misery is familiar to them, and change is frightening. I know this because I was one of those people for a while, one of those difficult friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, my friends were patient and understanding, and never gave up on me. My situation improved, and I have been able to give the same kind of support to others since then. So, the next time you are in a situation where a friend is listing her grievances with life, go ahead and make those suggestions and tell her things that helped you if you have had a similar problem. Just don’t give up on her. At some point, she will hear you and get moving in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next example is what happens with the difficult friends who take, and take, then take some more: I have recently been hearing these friendships referred to as “toxic,” and that is a perfect description. These people are not just needy while they are going through a rough time, and they will not give you extra support when you need it. They are what I call crisis junkies and are not satisfied unless their life is in turmoil. No one else’s problems are important to them, as they are too self-absorbed to realize that they are not the center of the universe. They will call at all hours of the day and night expecting friends to be there for them, but they will never have the emotional fortitude to return the favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that this sounds harsh, but if you have had friends like this, you know the impact that their behavior can have. They wear you out both emotionally and physically. And, the worst part is, you don’t receive friendship in return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-3673868712002453218?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3673868712002453218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=3673868712002453218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/3673868712002453218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/3673868712002453218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/friendships.html' title='Friendships'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-310929292059238488</id><published>2008-03-15T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T16:40:18.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stay out of other&apos;s business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind your own business'/><title type='text'>It's Best To Mind Your Own Business</title><content type='html'>“If you mind your own business, then you won’t be mindin’ mine.” A line from the song entitled “Mind Your Own Business” by Hank Williams, Sr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the art of minding their own business is not one that many folks have mastered. These people seem to have an insatiable need to know what is going on in the lives of their friends, family, and even the lives of total strangers. As evidenced by the recent obsession with the story of Britney Spears’ troubles, it seems that many have become consumed by the need to know everything about everyone. Certainly this situation is fueled by the media, but these stories would not receive such excessive amounts of coverage if the public did not show an interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that minding one’s own business can be difficult. It is so often easier to look at someone else’s life with its faults and misdeeds than it is for people to look at their own. If all of a person’s time is spent focusing on others, there isn’t time to focus on his/her own problems. And isn’t this what most folks are trying to do – avoid their own faults, shortcomings, and problems? It is infinitely easier and much less painful to focus on the woes of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that as long as people focus on everyone else, there is never any improvement in their own lives. The truth is that if they are taking proper care of themselves and their own actions, that there isn’t time to contemplate what others are or should be doing. So how does a person get set on a path of minding his/her own business and seeking improvement in his/her own life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, remember that there is plenty to fix about one’s own life, habits, and characteristics. Stop looking at everyone else, and look in the mirror. Admit faults and shortcomings and make a promise to that image in the mirror to seek a better, more fulfilling life. When one’s time is being spent that way, there isn’t time to try to fix or get into the business of others. Next, evaluate whether that other person’s behavior has any affect at all on one’s own life. The answer to this question is usually that it does not, in which case, butting out is the appropriate action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another simple rule to live by to keep from being classified as a person who doesn’t mind his/her own business is to never give unsolicited advice. Remember that if a friend or family member wants advice, they will ask for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, people should ask themselves why other folks’ goings and comings matter so much to them. There is almost always a reason beyond simple nosiness, and they should examine what that reason is and deal with it. And in those cases when it is just simple nosiness, they should ask themselves how they would feel if everyone else were butting into their lives. It would be a good idea, too, to imagine life without all the gossip, backstabbing, and worrying about everyone else’s sayings and doings. Imagine how much more peace and free time there would be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, a very painful truth is that there are mean and hateful people who revel in the miseries of others. The reason for them wanting to be in someone else’s business is that it makes them feel superior. Thoughts such as, “Well, my life isn’t perfect, but at least it isn’t as bad as his/hers.” There are even parents who will say things like, “My kid might have his share of trouble, but he’s not nearly as bad as so-and-so’s kid. Did you hear what he did?” These sick comparisons make them feel better than everyone else. The quote from Benjamin Franklin, “Clean your finger before you point at my spots” fits perfectly in these situations. So does a short and sweet, “Mind your own business!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-310929292059238488?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/310929292059238488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=310929292059238488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/310929292059238488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/310929292059238488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-best-to-mind-your-own-business.html' title='It&apos;s Best To Mind Your Own Business'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-8956554346710038162</id><published>2008-03-15T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T16:37:36.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learn from mistakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgive others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learn from experience'/><title type='text'>Forgiving Is Required, Forgetting Is Not</title><content type='html'>Forgive or Forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Forgiving is not forgetting, it’s letting go of the hurt.”  Mary McLeod Bethune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Forgive and forget” is something that we have been encouraged to do all our lives.  But as I have gotten older, and hopefully a little wiser, I have begun to realize that I can only agree with half of this old adage.  I am obligated, if I am truly living by my spiritual convictions, to forgive.  Not only is forgiving the kind and spiritually sound thing to do, it is also essential for our general well being – both mental and physical.  Not forgiving the flaws, shortcomings, and misdeeds of others causes anger and resentment to build to dangerous, toxic levels and affects our lives in extremely negative ways.  It places terrible burdens on our relationships with others, as well as our relationship with ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As important as I believe that forgiveness is, I also believe that there are some instances in which it is unwise to forget.  In almost every situation where there has been a need to forgive someone (including those where we have needed to forgive ourselves) there has been an important lesson to learn.  If we practice the “forget” half of this saying, we are depriving ourselves of valuable, hard-earned lessons, and we are leaving ourselves exposed to having the same hurtful thing happen to us again.  We can forgive, but remember the incident so that if something similar happens in the future, the outcome will be different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, there are those minor annoyances where someone pulls out in front of us in the car, or cuts in line at the grocery store, or gets our order wrong at a restaurant – forget these, as they are usually inconsequential, and there is really no valuable lesson in them.  These kinds of things happen so often that we would be on memory overload if we remembered them all.  But the big ones, the ones that really held a valuable lesson, should be stored in our memory banks for future use.  Of course, not for future use so that we will have something to hold over someone else, but so that we will not make that same mistake again.  After all, what good are mistakes unless we learn from them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-8956554346710038162?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8956554346710038162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=8956554346710038162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/8956554346710038162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/8956554346710038162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/forgiving-is-required-forgetting-is-not.html' title='Forgiving Is Required, Forgetting Is Not'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-1777539535419926747</id><published>2008-03-14T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T16:42:37.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what goes around comes around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live for today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughter is the best medicine'/><title type='text'>Things I Believe</title><content type='html'>I believe that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what might happen, I am never facing it alone because God is with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God will give me the road map, but He expects me to drive the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find peace and serenity, I must learn the art of being quiet and still. Nothing is ever gained or learned from a hurry-up approach to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am trying too hard to convince everyone that I am right, I am probably wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes around. Call it karma, or reaping what you sow, or whatever you wish, but I am sure that I get back what I give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am minding my own business, I don’t have time to meddle in the lives of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music has the power change my mood, comfort me, and entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words = Power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ability to read is the most important skill a person can have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-esteem comes from inside, but can be affected by outside sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter truly is the best medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not an accident. Each and every person is put here for a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and respect are the most important things to teach children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do my best, that is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risks are essential to having a good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving is required, but forgetting is not. We must learn from past hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting my kids make their own mistakes, even though it is difficult, is the best thing for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am never too old to learn something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being afraid to ask for what I need is the only way that I’ll ever get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being myself is the best thing I have to offer my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being grateful for what I have is more important than wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in the present is all I can do. Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good, long, cleansing cry makes me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking time for myself is an important key to my spiritual, mental, and physical well being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having something to look forward to helps keep me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping others helps me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening, really listening, to others is a great way to let them know that I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking responsibility for my own actions, and not blaming others, makes me a stronger person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children are a blessing and should be treated with love and respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no more relaxing feeling than the one I get when I am rocking a baby to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s important to take time for the simple things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in love is intoxicating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something good in every experience, even the tough ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three most important words in the English language are “I Love You.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-1777539535419926747?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1777539535419926747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=1777539535419926747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/1777539535419926747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/1777539535419926747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-i-believe.html' title='Things I Believe'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-824373208565678957</id><published>2008-03-14T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:59:16.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in Texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cattle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas'/><title type='text'>Humor:  Being from Texas</title><content type='html'>One of the most amusing things about being from Texas is the impression that people from other areas have of our way of life. When we meet people from other countries, and even from other states sometimes, they ask us questions like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many oilwells do you own?&lt;br /&gt;Where are your cowboy hat and boots?&lt;br /&gt;How big is your ranch and how many cattle do you own?&lt;br /&gt;How many horses do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a town that boasts a population over 200,000, and to set the record straight, I must admit that I've never even visited a ranch, much less owned one. I've never owned a pair of cowboy boots or a hat. I don't like to think about cattle. I prefer to believe that meat just magically appears in the grocery store nicely packaged in plastic wrap. I have no desire to know the process of how it is readied for consumption. The last time I rode a horse was on an organized trail ride while vacationing in Red River, NM. Two other adults had to help me get on and off of it, and I spent the next two days convinced that I was near death because I was in so much pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This impression that people have of life in Texas makes me laugh out loud. Yes, Texas has a bigger sky, more stars, and the moon is brighter here. But the last time I slept under those stars, I nearly killed my husband for his brilliant idea to go camping, and the next morning we hauled ass to the nearest hotel. He would have preferred to continue camping, but he couldn't stand my whining for another minute. Not really the outdoorsy type, I'm happy when I have a nice warm room with hot and cold running water, a soft mattress, a mini-fridge for my Dr. Pepper, and restaurants within walking distance. That's what I call camping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-824373208565678957?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.texasspirit.net' title='Humor:  Being from Texas'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/824373208565678957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=824373208565678957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/824373208565678957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/824373208565678957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/being-from-texas.html' title='Humor:  Being from Texas'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-4993173755269460893</id><published>2008-03-12T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:04:16.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjoy the simple things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t worry about tomorrow or yesterday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live for today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make the best of our time here'/><title type='text'>Live in the Present</title><content type='html'>"Having spent the better part of my life trying either to relive the past or experience the future before it arrives, I have come to believe that in between these two extremes is peace."  ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living for today is not always easy.  We all occasionally get caught up in worrying about what will happen tomorrow or what happened yesterday.  The unfortunate thing is that this results in us completely missing today.  We miss the simple things like beautiful sunsets, the sound of birds singing, and the smell of fresh rain because we are inside pacing the floor fretting over yesterday or tomorrow.  We also miss the bigger, more important things such as our children's laughter, an opportunity to help a friend, or a quiet night with our loved ones because even though we may be there physically, we are absent mentally, still trapped in yesterday or moving ahead into tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing today, with all its wonderful opportunities to enjoy things and see things and feel and love, is nothing short of throwing away a portion of the time that we have been allotted here on earth.  How can we prevent this from happening?  How can we not allow ourselves to waste our precious time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing we can do is to realize that there is nothing we can do about yesterday.  It is forever gone.  The best we can do is to evaluate it honestly, then let it go.  If, after our evaluation, we realize that we didn't live it to the best of our ability, that we hurt someone, or didn't do what we should have done, or act the way we should have acted, we can promise ourselves to do better today.  If we did something for which we need to make amends, then by all means, we must do it.  Then let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as important, we cannot spend today worrying about tomorrow.  It isn't even here yet, and often the things we fear the most about tomorrow never happen.  We have no way of knowing what is in store because we do not have access to the big picture.  It could be something wonderful, and then we would have spent our time and energy worrying over nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key is to make the best of today because if we are busy doing that, there isn't time to anticipate the future or fret over the past.  When our minds do leap to the future, we can try to think of it with optimism.  And when we accidentally slip back into the past, be grateful for the lessons learned or for the great times we experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The past is a good place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there."  ~Author Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-4993173755269460893?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4993173755269460893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=4993173755269460893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/4993173755269460893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/4993173755269460893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/live-in-present.html' title='Live in the Present'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-14378115481994541</id><published>2008-03-12T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:06:31.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be yourself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind your own business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let go of anger'/><title type='text'>Rules to Live By</title><content type='html'>Here are my rules for life. They are in no particular order, as I believe that they are equally important. I do my best to live by these every day, and since I have started to do that, my life has improved greatly. Yes, I backslide, but I try to get right back into “living by the rules” when I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Live now. Don’t put it off. I am not guaranteed a certain amount of time on this earth, so I must live life to the fullest every day. Within reason, I have to do the things I want to do now, not wait, for instance, until the kids are grown, or the house is paid off, or the price of gas goes down (yea, that’s going to happen). I’ve known too many people whose time ran out when they were relatively young and they regretted the things that they had never gotten around to doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Be yourself. It takes too much energy to try to be something I’m not, and I have better things to do. Additionally, other people know when I’m not being real, therefore, there is no point in trying to impress anyone or put on airs. It’s best just to accept and be happy with who and what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Never forget that what goes around comes around. This simply means that I must treat people the way that I would like to be treated. If I treat someone badly, at some point, it will come back to me. It’s much nicer when the good that I do comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Forgive yourself and others. Everyone has done things that they regret, some major offenses and some small ones. It does no good to dwell on them. If you are truly sorry for those things, and if you have asked for the forgiveness of God and the person you harmed, let go of them. Certainly if there is something more that can be done to make up for the offense, by all means, do it immediately. But sometimes, the best way that you can make up for it is not to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Listen to others. There is an art to listening, and many who think they listen actually do not. Listening means more than merely looking at the person who is speaking, it means giving them my full attention and often reading between the lines. Watch them, their gestures, their facial expressions, and their eyes. I can “hear” a lot this way. Listening to others makes them feel that they are special and important, that I really care what they have to say. Another important reason to listen is that if I’m not listening, I’m not learning. If I am not learning, I am stagnating. To learn, I have to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Mind your own business. It is so much easier to worry only about my own affairs. Besides the fact that other people do not need me to take care of them, make their decisions, and generally try to live their lives for them, if I am taking care of my own responsibilities, I don’t have time to worry about everyone else and what they are doing and saying. I don’t always even know what’s best for me – how could I possibly presume to know what is best for anyone else? It’s just much easier when my own life is the only one that I’m trying to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don’t hold on to anger and resentment. They can destroy my inner peace faster than anything else, and they have to be dealt with on an as needed basis, not be allowed to grow to unmanageable levels. High levels of these negative emotions can cause depression and anxiety as well as physical illnesses. I must deal with them as they come up, and then let them go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Savor the little things. I get as much enjoyment out of many of the small pleasures in life as I do from the major ones. There is so much beauty to enjoy in the world, watching your kids play, listening to them laugh, admiring a sunset, taking a walk, reading a good book, taking a bubble bath, or any number of simple things that bring contentment. I must be sure that I take time to enjoy these simple things every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Love. There is no life without love, no reason for life without love. If I love unconditionally and stay in close touch with my loved ones, I am never alone. I am nurtured, and in turn, can nurture them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Pray. I would lose my way and my will to enjoy life if I lost my connection with God. The only way I can stay connected is through prayer and meditation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-14378115481994541?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/14378115481994541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=14378115481994541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/14378115481994541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/14378115481994541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/rules-to-live-by.html' title='Rules to Live By'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-8933438463246040273</id><published>2008-03-12T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T16:10:45.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='take your time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inaction isn&apos;t always bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t rush decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be quiet'/><title type='text'>Sometimes the Best Thing To Do/Say Is Nothing</title><content type='html'>“If you don’t know what to do, it might be best to do nothing” and “If you don’t know what to say, say nothing” are two of the most helpful nuggets of wisdom ever shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today’s world where everyone is encouraged to CHANGE THINGS, IMPROVE THINGS, FIX THINGS, UNDERSTAND THINGS, SAY THINGS, it is hard to reconcile that inaction and silence are acceptable choices in any situation.  However, in many cases they are the best choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often rush into choices without thinking them through.  Outside pressure, along with impatience and the feeling that one must always be doing something about every little problem are definite enemies when one is trying to make a decision about what to do in a particular situation.  Many times, if a person can simply pray about the decision, then be still, be quiet, and keep an open mind, the answer will come to them without much trouble or waiting.  This can be difficult in this hurry-up society, but any time spent waiting for the right answer is time well spent.  It is much easier to ponder the decision for a while than it is to clean up the mess when the wrong decision is acted on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, it never fails that when someone is looking for a job, they get an offer from today’s interview, but would really rather have the job that they interviewed for yesterday.  On one hand, they need a job, but on the other hand, they don’t feel that today’s offer was right for them.  There is fear involved in not taking the offer, but there is a feeling of dread about taking it.  This is a situation in which one should say a quick prayer for guidance, then be still and quiet and listen for the answer.  Making a quick decision to take the job based on fear is going to cause regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equally important is not saying anything when one doesn’t know what to say.  Silence is uncomfortable for most, but words spoken in haste can never be taken back.  They hang in the air like black clouds.  So many times, people get angry and say things that they do not mean.  These words can end relationships, cause untold amounts of pain, and haunt everyone involved for long periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this advice does not just pertain to saying things in anger.  It is a good rule to live by for other reasons as well.  For example, that feeling that everyone gets when attending a funeral that they need to say something to make the grieving family feel better, but they aren’t sure what they should say – it’s best to say nothing.  A hug and silence is better than some trite cliché.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other examples, such a friend needing someone to talk to about problems her husband, or a friend wanting to vent about financial problems, they are not looking for someone to tell them what to do, or fix their problem, or say anything for that matter.  They simply need someone to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy, but just try to remember – inaction and silence are often great choices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-8933438463246040273?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8933438463246040273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=8933438463246040273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/8933438463246040273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/8933438463246040273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/sometimes-best-thing-to-dosay-is.html' title='Sometimes the Best Thing To Do/Say Is Nothing'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-4040097743548518126</id><published>2008-03-11T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T20:30:33.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reason for being here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finding my purpose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning of life'/><title type='text'>Humor:  The Meaning of Life</title><content type='html'>Let's get real for a moment. Picture this: the kids are screaming, they're upset because they asked for cake and ice cream for lunch, and I said no. The dog is barking at the back door. He wants to come in, but yesterday he chewed a huge hole in the carpet. Trust me, he's better off outside. The phone is ringing, and it is one of my childless friends calling to invite me to one of those new in-home lingerie parties - whatever - I am fairly certain that they do not sell ten year old battered t-shirts and faded flannel pajama bottoms. Then the doorbell rings and some young professional-looking guy is standing there wanting to know for whom I will be voting - vote? I tell him that I probably won't even be around in November because I'm seriously considering running away to some small, obscure, isolated country where no one will ever find me. I think I probably scared him because he rushes down the front porch steps rather quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, out of the blue, I hear it. There's some touchy-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;feely&lt;/span&gt;, philosophical guy on television telling me that I need to figure out the meaning of my life, discover my purpose, and find an answer to the age-old question - why am I here? Of course, this is not something that I haven't heard before, but today it seems even more hilarious than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, to no one in particular, "This guy has gotta be kidding! I don't even know how I am going to survive the rest of the day without losing my mind. And to top it all off, I have no idea how I'm going to pay for the carpet repair. What could possibly make him think that I have any interest in find the meaning of life? I don't know why I'm here. And to be perfectly honest, I don't care!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After three or four minutes of listening to this nutcase on television, I return to the kitchen to find my kids, along the dog, eating cake and ice cream. Guess what goes through my mind. "Oh good, they made their own lunch! That's the meaning of MY life!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-4040097743548518126?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4040097743548518126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=4040097743548518126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/4040097743548518126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/4040097743548518126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/humor-meaning-of-life.html' title='Humor:  The Meaning of Life'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-5608537183877082968</id><published>2008-03-11T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T20:25:30.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be yourself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connect with God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be calm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accept yourself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaining wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='take responsibility for yourself'/><title type='text'>Gaining Wisdom</title><content type='html'>I hope that some day I will be able to consider myself wise, but I have not yet reached that goal.  Therefore, in thinking about what makes a person wise, I first looked up the definition of wisdom in the dictionary.  According to The American Heritage College Dictionary, wisdom is 1. an understanding of what is true, right, or lasting.  2. common sense; good judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armed with the definition, I then focused my thoughts on the people in my life that I believe are wise and made a list of their common characteristics.  With that in mind, I arrived at what I believe are the seven most important steps to wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen more than you talk&lt;/strong&gt;.  My dad always said, “You can’t listen with your mouth open.”  To gain knowledge, one must be able to listen to different opinions and points of view.  How do you know which side of an argument, debate, or vote you agree with if you do not hear the different viewpoints?  Only those who think they already know everything refuse to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be yourself in all situations&lt;/strong&gt;.  Wise folks are comfortable in their own skin.  They never put on airs or try to be something different than exactly what they are.  I believe they have reached a point of self-acceptance that most of us never attain.  There is a comfort in their manner, like they are silently saying, “This is me, take it or leave it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take responsibility for who you are and what you do&lt;/strong&gt;.  Never blame others for your mistakes or shortcomings.  The ability to admit when you are wrong or have made a bad decision comes with wisdom.  When you have reached this level, you no longer expect perfection from yourself and can admit your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accept help when you need it&lt;/strong&gt;.  In today’s world, people are often too proud to admit to needing help.  Wise people have realized that they are not the be-alls and end-alls of the world.  They have learned that they can’t know all things and do all things and that sometimes, everyone needs a little help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calm down&lt;/strong&gt;.  The wise people that I know are also the calmest people I know.  They have decided to live in this world without giving in to the hurry-up, keep moving attitude that the rest of us have.  They have just as much to do as everyone else, but they approach it in a different manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be slow to anger&lt;/strong&gt;.  With wisdom comes the ability to ask yourself this question, “How important is this?”  Also with wisdom comes the ability to answer the question honestly, and about 95 percent of the time, the situation is not worth the energy that anger consumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a spiritual connection with your God&lt;/strong&gt;.  All of the wise folks I know have a strong spiritual life, and they pray regularly.  They do not try to solve all of life’s problems alone.  They practice gratitude, and they possess an inner peace that only comes with spirituality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-5608537183877082968?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5608537183877082968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=5608537183877082968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/5608537183877082968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/5608537183877082968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/gaining-wisdom.html' title='Gaining Wisdom'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-5976352702835706667</id><published>2008-03-11T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T20:16:17.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slow down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do nice things for youself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='take time for yourself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjoy the little things'/><title type='text'>Take Time for Yourself</title><content type='html'>There is a quote that has to do with taking a little time out for enjoyment. It is a quote that all parents should live by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.” Bertrand Russell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art of wasting time has gotten a bad rap in this modern, hurry-up society. It’s almost a crime to stop for a short while and do nothing. Ask 100 people for the definition of wasting time, and no two people will give the same answer. Some will reply that it is a terrible thing. Others will rave about what a wonderful thing it is. Everyone, thank God, is different, and what is a waste of time to one may be the favorite activity of the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this moment, consider and believe that there is no such thing as wasted time. Everyone needs a certain amount of downtime every day. Whether it is spent reading, watching TV, or just staring at the wall, it is a necessity. This time is required to regroup, refresh. Taking this time out helps people to be better spouses, better parents, better friends, even better employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people choose not to “waste” time. They are always moving quickly from one task to the next, job, dinner, housecleaning, laundry, grocery shopping, never wasting a moment. They are keeping all the chores done and being very efficient. But at some point, these folks pay for this behavior because of stress and fatigue and irritability. Also, their children grow up right there beside them, and they haven’t taken the time to notice. They never think later in life things like, “Gee, I sure kept an immaculate house when my kids were little.” Instead they think, “How did they grow up so quickly and without me even realizing it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is difficult to change a life-long way of thinking, and to forget all the negative things that people say about wasting time. But, it is well worth it. So waste some time today. Everyone should do some wonderfully nice things for themselves – take a bubble bath, read something for fun, sit down and listen to some great music, go fishing, or just sit down and relax. Then waste a little more time playing hide and seek with the kids. All those other things will wait. But sanity won’t wait, and neither will the children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-5976352702835706667?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5976352702835706667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=5976352702835706667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/5976352702835706667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/5976352702835706667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/take-time-for-yourself.html' title='Take Time for Yourself'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-5591200118173122939</id><published>2008-03-11T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T20:31:13.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muscle pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrinkles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='backaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting older'/><title type='text'>Humor:  The Truth About Aging</title><content type='html'>I was one of those young people that secretly laughed at the older generation when they spoke of their aches and pains. Little did I know then that the laughter would someday come back to haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 50 years of age now, I find myself in the same frightening situation! And believe me, I am sorry now that I laughed. For all of you young people that find humor when you hear us moaning and groaning, I must warn you that your day is coming, and it's closer than you think! My advice to you is to enjoy your pain free days, your good vision and hearing, and your resistance to gravity while you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting out of bed takes a lot longer than it did before. My back is aching before I even sit up and when I stand, my knees are so stiff that they won't bend. It takes about five minutes of groaning and stretching to alleviate the stiffness, and even then it doesn't all go away. For example, my knees, which I swear are 75 years old, remain stiff for much longer and cause pain all the way through my daily activity. If I could, I'd sell my house and buy one that had no steps - anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, tasks that were carried out with no thought in my younger days have now become monumental. I can barely even open jars now because of the arthritis in my hands! And those little twist caps on sodas? Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if the pain and stiffness weren't enough, gravity has become my enemy now as well. Everything has fallen, and trust me, it ain't pretty. My rear end is about six inches below where it used to be, not to mention what has happened to my chest. I'm not sure, but I think my ears might even be falling. I was already petite, but I'm getting shorter by the day. I'm actually afraid I might disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin is looser now and has wrinkles that weren't there before. It's like it's too big for me all of a sudden, but it's clearly not because I've lost weight. Losing weight after 40 is almost impossible. My doctor told me that this is because at 40, your metabolism slows down considerably. He was so sweet to share that with me. Exercise is a major production with all the aches and pains. Bending over to tie my walking shoes is fairly complicated, and by the time I get that done, I don't have the energy to go for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the hormonal changes are loads of fun, too. Waking up sweating in the middle of the night, freezing one minute and smothering the next, and having such a generally “sunny” disposition is just wonderful. Until a couple of years ago, I had never had the desire to punch anyone in the nose. I now know what that feels like. I must not forget to mention here that along with the hormonal changes comes a new beauty challenge - facial hair. Yes, that's right, I now have whiskers on my chin. As far as quality of life goes, I just don't think it gets any better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that God, in all His wisdom, didn't think that all this was enough because he also gave me the challenge of declining vision. I've always worn glasses for distance, but now I can't see anything closer than 18 inches from my face! So it's either fun with bifocals or take my distance glasses off to read, eat, use the computer, or pretty much anything else I do. It might not seem like a problem to take my glasses off, but it definitely can be. I take them off to read something, put them down, and an hour later I can't remember where I put them. Oh yes, I forgot to mention the memory problems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can almost see myself in ten years. I'll be walking like Frankenstein, with a straight back and stiff knees with a scowl on my face because I couldn't open my soda for my daily caffeine. I'll be walking into walls because I can't see, and I'll probably frighten children with my loose skin and wrinkles. I simply can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bette Davis, a wonderful actress from Hollywood's Golden Era said, “Old age isn't for sissies.” I agree wholeheartedly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-5591200118173122939?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5591200118173122939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=5591200118173122939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/5591200118173122939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/5591200118173122939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/truth-about-aging.html' title='Humor:  The Truth About Aging'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-7567638192694691290</id><published>2008-03-11T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T20:18:55.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humans feel fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Understanding Fear</title><content type='html'>Someone once said, “Courage is fear that has said its prayers.” I love this quote and try very hard to practice it in my daily life. Some would say that fear is “a lack of faith.” Some might even agree with that assessment, but I absolutely do not. Fear is simply proof that we are human and that we have human emotions. It is true that fear does not come from God. In II Timothy 1:7, Paul confirms this by saying, “For God did not give us a spirit of fear, but a spirit of power and of love and of a sound mind.” It is important to note that Paul did not say, “If you feel fear, then you lack faith.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear is just one of those inevitable things that accompanies the condition of being human. No person on earth has so much faith that they never feel fear. Faith in that quantity is certainly something to aspire to and pray for, but if in this world, we have to accept that we are going to experience fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real issue is – how do we handle that fear? Do we let it consume us? Do we lock ourselves inside our homes and deprive ourselves of all human contact. Do we refuse to trust anyone, thereby not enjoying relationships and fellowship with other people? I hope not because none of these methods work, and they all eventually cause as much pain and suffering as the fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best antidote I have found for fear is simple and painless. It is prayer, and realizing that God is ever-present, and that He never leaves me alone. Through prayer and meditation, God can help quieten my worries and calm my fears. I remind myself that there is nothing more powerful than He is. It takes a few minutes for the peace to come. The force of fear and the wheels in my human mind are like a train, and they take a while to stop. But they do stop, and a feeling of security and warmth that God gives covers me like a warm, soft blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, never buy into the “Fear is lack of faith” mentality. Don’t ever allow another human being convince you that your faith is lacking just because you have human emotions. Your quantity of faith is exactly that – yours – and it is a matter to be dealt with between you and the Giver of Faith. No one else need be involved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-7567638192694691290?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7567638192694691290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=7567638192694691290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/7567638192694691290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/7567638192694691290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/understanding-fear.html' title='Understanding Fear'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924738584069577412.post-8302822352296020386</id><published>2008-03-11T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T19:08:27.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be good to yourself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calm down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be still'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be quiet'/><title type='text'>Improving the Quality of Your Life</title><content type='html'>A good definition of quality of life is “a feeling of inner peace and contentment.” It has nothing to do with having lots of money, living in a big, new house, or owing an expensive car. These things are external and have nothing to do with whether life is good or bad. The things that make life good are intangible. They are based on more important things like our relationships with God and others, the nice things we do for ourselves and others, and being grateful for everything that is good in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that in mind, the first tip for improving the quality of our lives would be – “Cultivate and nurture relationships with God and with others.” The closer we are to God, the more inner peace we possess. Even in the worst of times, we can have peace if we are in touch with God through prayer and meditation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much that we can do in our relationships with others to get that calm feeling as well. Loving unconditionally is the single, most important thing we can in our relationships with others. If we love unconditionally, we don’t spend precious time trying to change them. When we look for the good in others, we begin to accept them for who they are and stop dwelling on their negative qualities. By doing this, we improve our own lives and the lives of our loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next tip is – “Do nice things for ourselves and others.” Between work and kids and life’s distractions, it is often difficult to find the time to be good to ourselves, much less to others. It is, however, imperative that we carve out some time for this every day. Doing things for others is a great way to find that inner peace that we need so badly. Even the smallest of gestures count. For example, take the time to check on an elderly neighbor, call a friend that has being going through a rough time, or volunteer with an organization that you believe in. The opportunities available to help others are endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being good to ourselves is the one that most of us forget. We are usually so busy that there is no time left at the end of the day – which is why time for ourselves has to be scheduled, just like all the other items on our to-do lists. Giving ourselves as little as fifteen minutes a day can help. More is better, of course, but fifteen minutes is better than no minutes! We then have to use this time to do exactly what we want to do. Take a bubble bath, read, write, enjoy the little things like the birds or flowers in the back yard, even stare into space – as long as we take that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another way to be good to ourselves is to always have something to look forward to. The daily grind can leave us feeling negative, so we need something positive to focus on. It can be something as big as a vacation or as simple as going out for a hamburger. The little things in life are just as important to our well-being as the big ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never forget the benefits of laughter. Laughing is a great way for us to be good to ourselves, so cultivate relationships with people who make your laugh. When choosing a movie or television program, opt for a comedy. We simply can’t laugh too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though worry can’t be erased from our lives entirely, we can promise ourselves not to waste precious time worrying about things we can’t change. Limiting worry is an important way to be good to ourselves and improve the quality of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last tip is simple – “Practice gratitude.” We must focus on the good things in our lives instead of whining about the bad. Being grateful for what we have is a great way to improve the quality of our lives because it forces to focus on the positive instead of the negative. Instead of whining about our houses being too small, we must turn this around to being grateful that we have roofs over our heads. There is nothing wrong with working toward goals to improve our situation. Working toward goals is positive. But whining about what we don’t have is not. We must learn to be satisfied with and grateful for every blessing, no matter how small.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5924738584069577412-8302822352296020386?l=keverettsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8302822352296020386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5924738584069577412&amp;postID=8302822352296020386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/8302822352296020386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5924738584069577412/posts/default/8302822352296020386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keverettsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/tips-for-improving-quality-of-your-life.html' title='Improving the Quality of Your Life'/><author><name>k.everett's blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12667348537095701390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
