Your Comments to my 11/29 post “Quiet Your Anxiety”

On November 29th I posted: Are you anxious? Writing makes a person clear. (See all...) You responded:  1.A friend from high school used to write short (1-3 pages)stories, and he was always the hero. It sure helped his self-esteem. Today, he owns his own business and is doing very well in all aspects of life. My step-daughter always wrote in her journal, a few years ago, she showed me that...
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Quiet your anxiety. Write, Forrest! Write!

Are you anxious? Writing makes a person clear. I write privately (journal) almost every day of my life. It settles down my robust, wants-to-think-everything-through, rule-the-world, solve-all-problems brain. Let’s blast through our old writing fears about writing. Here are a few:  “My writing is full of mistakes.” Of course! Mistakes are proof that you tried. Successful people...
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Small is the new Big!

I last sent this post out in 2013 entitled: “Two’s company!  Three’s a crowd!” Now I’m naming it:  “Small is the new big!” Invest in the small and big will result—not always visibly but in results! Here’s the post: What we said as kids, “Two’s company!  Three’s a crowd!” …can be mathematically proven. The  formula is: P x P – P  = R P = the number of...
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What’s in your ___________ ?

It’s not how powerful, rich, intelligent, efficient, pretty or famous we are or are not. It’s easy to rate ourselves by such standards. We’ve been trained in such things. Thankfully, they simply don’t work in the long haul with regards to what really matters. What matters is that we truly care (however imperfectly) and that we seek to (however imperfectly) be completely trustworthy.   Thoughts?...
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Paying Respects Today

Today and tomorrow, many folks remember those who have passed before us. It’s an encouraging gratitude exercise. Here’s mine:  Mrs. Beeman, R.I.P., my next-door neighbor during my grammar school years, taught me how to slant all my cursive writing in one direction.  Seeing a sample of my penmanship, she exclaimed to my mother, “Eleanor, send John over. I need to teach him how...
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