Most folk are about as happy as they make up their minds to be
So says the spirit of a very wise friend, honest Abe
Uh oh!!
Looks like my first thought
Wasn't my best thought
Looks like we can choose what to feel ...
By parking our think tanks
On the sunny side of the street
What we can't do
Is push another person's think tank
Once it's emptied of fuel
And intent on fuming under a dark cloud, over long
Didn't I tell you what happened
Each time my smile tried to jump start
The smiles of others—indefinitely?
Don't you remember my getting no where fast?
Do I need to remind you
Who The Myth of Movement wore out?
That instead of feeling sunny
I got to feeling ... Pushy
Which, along with
A bunch of other tiresome traits
Does not fit my m.o.
How many time do I need to remind myself
That I tend do what Mother Naure deems natural
Meaning that I choose to face the sun
While buoying my spirit with the hope
That others will open their doors
And seek out a jump start
The next time opportunity whistles by
Geez!
You'd think I'd remember all of that
By now, wouldn't ya?
Guess it's not so easy to jump start anyone
Even myself!
When asked what I do
When frustration stares down my smile
Here is my reply:
First I rely on my unconventional mind
To unwind and release tightly coiled tension
In productive ways
Next I offer myself a sweet surprise
Such as doing the opposite of what most nay sayers expect
Finally, if all my best efforts are greeted with frowns
My focus resets toward
Re-energizing my smile, separately, on my own
Needless to say, this antidote
May not ring true within me, right off the bat
I mean I'm not super human
I'm just a peep
So I often need to rummage through my tool box
Before reminding myself to pull
A plan—as simple as one, two, three—
Out of my magic hat—
Rule number one:
Refueling my smile is no one's job but mine
Ah! Feeling better already!
Rule number two:
Remember rule number one
That's my girl!
Rule number three:
No more diving into Denialand for me!
Too painful to climb back out!
With a heart full of hope—
Rule number one
Will revive my smile by nightfall
With a heart full of hope—
Rule number two
Will stoke my smile full throttle
With a heart full of hope—
Rule number three will create a reality
Pleasing enough to lighten my spirit
And as I plan to lift my spirit
Until my smile shines bright as a sunbeam
I'd show up, tomorrow, if I were you
To see if this three step plan
Works for me as well as my
Three Step Sanity Saving Problem-Solving Plan
Tends to save the day when parents of triplets
Are doing their best to resolve conflicts
That arise, non stop!
Okay ...
Try to guess what I'm planning to do, right now
I'm planning to watch a DVD
A movie I've not seen for at least 300 years
300 years ago, the L.A. Times wrote it up as being
A riotously funny, hilarious black comedy
Variety said it was
Insane! outrageous!
And if you don't want to take my word for the fact
That Laughter's the best medicine ...
Just ask Reader's Digest
PS
I'm also placing the veggie burger to one side
Tonight I'll dine with the Colonel, extra crispy!
Not too much crust—just enough so those five pounds
Won't knock on my door, trying to turn down my wattage, again
As for now
George Segal and Ruth Gordon
Are planning to make me feel
If not 100% normal at least less insane
Then the two of them!
Wishing you an evening filled with laughter ...
:)Your friend, Annie Oakley—Smoking guns holstered, at last!
So says the spirit of a very wise friend, honest Abe
Uh oh!!
Looks like my first thought
Wasn't my best thought
Looks like we can choose what to feel ...
By parking our think tanks
On the sunny side of the street
What we can't do
Is push another person's think tank
Once it's emptied of fuel
And intent on fuming under a dark cloud, over long
Didn't I tell you what happened
Each time my smile tried to jump start
The smiles of others—indefinitely?
Don't you remember my getting no where fast?
Do I need to remind you
Who The Myth of Movement wore out?
That instead of feeling sunny
I got to feeling ... Pushy
Which, along with
A bunch of other tiresome traits
Does not fit my m.o.
How many time do I need to remind myself
That I tend do what Mother Naure deems natural
Meaning that I choose to face the sun
While buoying my spirit with the hope
That others will open their doors
And seek out a jump start
The next time opportunity whistles by
Geez!
You'd think I'd remember all of that
By now, wouldn't ya?
Guess it's not so easy to jump start anyone
Even myself!
When asked what I do
When frustration stares down my smile
Here is my reply:
First I rely on my unconventional mind
To unwind and release tightly coiled tension
In productive ways
Next I offer myself a sweet surprise
Such as doing the opposite of what most nay sayers expect
Finally, if all my best efforts are greeted with frowns
My focus resets toward
Re-energizing my smile, separately, on my own
Needless to say, this antidote
May not ring true within me, right off the bat
I mean I'm not super human
I'm just a peep
So I often need to rummage through my tool box
Before reminding myself to pull
A plan—as simple as one, two, three—
Out of my magic hat—
Rule number one:
Refueling my smile is no one's job but mine
Ah! Feeling better already!
Rule number two:
Remember rule number one
That's my girl!
Rule number three:
No more diving into Denialand for me!
Too painful to climb back out!
With a heart full of hope—
Rule number one
Will revive my smile by nightfall
With a heart full of hope—
Rule number two
Will stoke my smile full throttle
With a heart full of hope—
Rule number three will create a reality
Pleasing enough to lighten my spirit
And as I plan to lift my spirit
Until my smile shines bright as a sunbeam
I'd show up, tomorrow, if I were you
To see if this three step plan
Works for me as well as my
Three Step Sanity Saving Problem-Solving Plan
Tends to save the day when parents of triplets
Are doing their best to resolve conflicts
That arise, non stop!
Okay ...
Try to guess what I'm planning to do, right now
I'm planning to watch a DVD
A movie I've not seen for at least 300 years
300 years ago, the L.A. Times wrote it up as being
A riotously funny, hilarious black comedy
Variety said it was
Insane! outrageous!
And if you don't want to take my word for the fact
That Laughter's the best medicine ...
Just ask Reader's Digest
PS
I'm also placing the veggie burger to one side
Tonight I'll dine with the Colonel, extra crispy!
Not too much crust—just enough so those five pounds
Won't knock on my door, trying to turn down my wattage, again
As for now
George Segal and Ruth Gordon
Are planning to make me feel
If not 100% normal at least less insane
Then the two of them!
Wishing you an evening filled with laughter ...
:)Your friend, Annie Oakley—Smoking guns holstered, at last!
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