Showing posts with label getting old. Show all posts
Showing posts with label getting old. Show all posts

Saturday, April 02, 2016

Your Life, Your Choice

Since April is "Your Life, Your Choice" month, I felt the need to write a wee blog post about it. Actually, I didn't feel the need at all.....I chose to write it. (Big difference!)

We all go through life making choices. What time to set the alarm? Breakfast or no breakfast? Tea or coffee? Chocolate or......chocolate? Sometimes the choices are simple. Some choices might be easier to make than others.

My Mum used to tell me that I had a good attitude to life. She said that no matter what life gave me, I always tried to smile and just get on with life.

I turned fifty last month (not really by choice😮), but I can look back on my life and I realise that my Mum was right. I do have a good attitude and I am quite proud to admit that.

I try to find the positives in everything. When I find only negative, I try my hardest to turn it around. I try to find something to feel happy about. Something to make me smile. Something....anything which can make a difficult situation a wee bit better. And there is always something.

☔️ Caught in the rain on way to the car - thankful we have a car.
🍓Not a single bit of chocolate in the house - but I have fruit!
ğŸŒŽ Can't afford to go on holiday - have you seen the views from my house?

Obviously those are trivial examples, but they are real examples. For me, it seems natural to find positives. But I know it's not the same for everyone. However, it is believed that people have the power to choose whether to live with negativity or positivity.

It has long been established that positive thinking can lead to a happier, more contented life. For people living with a chronic illness of any kind, it is believed that a positive outlook can also help them to cope with and manage their illness.

I would say that in my case, that is definitely true.

When faced with daily health issues and chronic pain, I personally believe that 'choosing' positivity is so important.

I wake up in the morning and don't know if my back will cope with getting out of bed. My husband has to help me with some of my clothes, because I can't manage myself. Am I going to be able to make myself a cup of tea, or do I need to rely on my husband to do that too. My face hurts the minute I wake up. I don't know if the pain from it will stay at that level, or if it will get worse throughout the day. Will I struggle with food? Will I be able to clean my teeth? Will I need to spend most of the day in bed because of pain in some part of my body?

I could easily wake up in the morning and think about those things and be slowly dragged down into a deep black hole. But I don't want to be in that hole and I don't have to go into it. I have a choice.

Instead, I choose to be grateful. I choose to be optimistic. I choose to smile. I choose to be happy. It's my life and I choose to focus on positivity. 


I wake up and say, thank goodness I have a rail by my bed to help me get up; I'm glad my understanding husband is here to help me throughout the day; I enjoy porridge, soup, pasta and other soft food which is easier to eat; I have a dog who laughs as he bounces through to see me when he decides I've stayed in bed too long; a cat who seems to sense when I'm having a bad day and sits by my side.

Do those things take away my pain? No, of course they don't. But those kind of things help me cope with my problems. My life's not a bed of roses, but those positive thoughts help to put a smile on my face and get on with life, just as my Mum used to say.

Everyone has choices in life and there are always positives to be found.

It's up to us to find them.

#YourLifeYourChoice





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Thursday, January 19, 2012

Getting Old

You know what I hate about getting old?

I mean apart from those lines and wrinkles appearing, and the hair getting greyer by the day. And the creaking joints. And the forgetfulness....

It's having to get put my reading glasses on so I can read the menu that comes in the tin of Roses. Either that, or I need to get Ian to hold the menu so that I can look at it from six feet away.

The thing is, the shapes and the wrappers have changed over the years, so I can't go by memory. And I can't have a lucky dip and just grab any at random. They must be soft, otherwise they would hurt my teeth big time due to the trigeminal neuralgia therefore I need to know what I am about to eat.

So......you know how man has evolved over the years, wouldn't it be good if our arms grew longer as our sight deteriorated with age. It would make finding those strawberry creams a lot easier without having to find our specs first.

Not that strawberry creams are my favourite. Coffee creams are actually my favourite. But Roses and Quality Street have both stopped making coffee creams. Apparently they are too expensive to make. I know that because I felt compelled to write to the makers of Quality Street a few years ago. I actually wrote a poem about it and sent it to them in the hope that they would maybe feel so sorry for this poor, desperate soul who was missing her coffee creams and they would replace them. Or even feel really sorry for me and send me a few which they had stashed away in a cupboard! But they didn't. They did write to me though and  they told me that everyone had enjoyed reading my poem....they had found it very entertaining, but unfortunately coffee creams are just too expensive to make!!