i don't have to live in that past...easier said than done..but trying to live in the here and now...i'm getting better at it.

I do not wish to shut the door on it either. If i forget the fear of going back there even for one minute...THAT:S when i have be CONCERNED. I fear!!! Believe me!!!

My name is Wendy,, I'm a drug addicted alcoholic in recovery....i say this too myself every morning...sometimes in the mirror.  I love right into my eyes...they are the windows to the soul.....and say

Wendy, you are beautiful

Wendy, you are precious

Wendy, you are worthwhile

Wendy, i love you

Sometimes i cry when i do this...most times i don't believe it...but practice makes correction.

thought=feeling=action=thought=feeling=action....by changing my thoughts i change how i feel which changes my action which changes my thoughts...a cycle. I never used to think!!! everything seemed guided by hating how i felt..which led to sh!tty actions...a cycle.When i think bad,i feel bad,,i do bad..when i think good ,,i feel good,i do good.

Thanks, Wendy...peace and love

The Daffodil Principle
>
>Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, "Mother, you must come see
>the daffodils before they are over." I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour
>drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead.
>
>"I will come next Tuesday", I promised, a little reluctantly, on her third
>call. Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and so I
>drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house and hugged and
>greeted my grandchildren, I said, "Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road
>is invisible in the clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except
>you and these children that I want to see bad enough to drive another inch!"
>
>
>My daughter smiled calmly and said, "We drive in this all the time, Mother."
>"Well, you won't get me back on the road until it clears, and then I'm
>heading for home!" I assured her.
>
>"I was hoping you'd take me over to the garage to pick up my car."
>"How far will we have to drive?"
>
>
>"Just a few blocks," Carolyn said. "I'll drive. I'm used to this."
>
>
>After several minutes, I had to ask, "Where are we going? This isn't the way
>to the garage!" "We're going to my garage the long way,"
>
>
>
>Carolyn smiled, "by way of the daffodils."
>
>"Carolyn," I said sternly, "please turn around."
>
>
>"It's all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you
>miss this experience."
>
>After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a
>small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand lettered sign that
>read, "Daffodil Garden."
>
>We got out of the car and each took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn
>down the path. Then, we turned a corner of the path, and I looked up and
>gasped.
>
>Before me lay the most glorious sight. It looked as though someone had taken
>a great vat of gold and poured it down over the mountain peak and slopes.
>The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns-great ribbons and
>swaths of deep orange, white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, saffron, and butter
>yellow. Each different-colored variety was planted as a group so that it
>swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. There were
>five acres of flowers.
>
>"But who has done this?" I asked Carolyn.
>"It's just one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the property.
>That's her home." Carolyn pointed to a well kept A-frame house that looked
>small and modest in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house.
>
>On the patio, we saw a poster. "Answers to the Questions I Know You are
>asking" was the headline. The first answer was a simple one "50,000 bulbs,"
>it read. The second answer was, "One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two
>feet, and very little brain." The third answer was, "Began in 1958."
>There it was, The Daffodil Principle.
>
>For me, that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this woman
>whom I had never met, who, more than forty years before, had begun-one bulb
>at a time-to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountaintop.
>Still, just planting one bulb at a time, year after year, had changed the
>world. This unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived.
>She had created something of ineffable (indescribable) magnificence, beauty,
>and inspiration.
>
>The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles
>of celebration. That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one
>step at a time--often just one baby-step at a time--and learning to love the
>doing, learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny
>pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we
>can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world.
>
>"It makes me sad in a way," I admitted to Carolyn. "What might I have
>accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five or forty years
>ago and had worked away at it 'one bulb at a time' through all those years?
>Just think what I might have been able to achieve!"
>
>My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way. "Start
>tomorrow," she said.
>
>It's so pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make
>learning a lesson of celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only
>ask, "How can I put this to use today?"
>
>So, stop waiting..........
>
>Until your car or home is paid off....... Until you get a new car or
>home..... Until your kids leave the house .... Until you go back to school
>..... Until you finish school ...... Until you lose 10 lbs......Until you
>gain 10 lbs..... Until you get married ....... Until you get a
>divorce....... Until you have kids............ Until you retire............
>Until summer......... Until spring........... Until winter.......... Until
>fall........ Until you die....... There is no better time than right now to
>be happy.
>
>Happiness is a journey, not a destination. So work like you don't need
>money. Love like you've never been hurt, and, dance like no one's watching.
>

i heard a story about a mother who was sick with the flu.  her darling
daughter wanted so much to be a good nurse.  she fluffed the pillows and
brought a magazine for her mother to read.  then she appeared with a cup of
tea.  "why,  you are such a sweetheart,"  the mother said as she drank the
tea."  "oh, yes,"  the daughter replied.  "i put the tea leaves in the water
like you do and i boiled it and then i strained it into the cup.  but i
could'nt find the strainer so i used the fly swatter!!

lol my mom sent this to me this morning. :)

Fantastic story about the Daffodils.

Keep up with the talking to a mirror too, you're saying good and true things to yourself, you just have to believe them.

Best wishes.

 

Chris. 

Nice post Wendy

Thanks

We may only have today

GOD only knows