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Sing Out Loud When You Pee
A very dear friend had a unique way of cheering me up on a day not so very long ago. "Sing your favorite rock song at the top of your lungs when you pee." It was some of the very best advice I think I've ever received.
I know, it sounds ridiculous, but that's rather the point. It is ridiculous, and that is exactly why it works.
Let's get this straight: life is hard! When you tell your kids about "happily ever after" you are lying to them. It's a nice idea, but you and I both know that life is full of hardships and disappointments. When you think you have one thing beaten or just under control, along comes something else to shake you up again. That's not bad or good, it simply is.
Don't worry, my parents did the same thing to me, and I still love fairy tales and fantasy, I just understand now, the rose garden they promised me has very nasty thorns.
So now that we have established that, what can we do about it? Sing out loud when we pee.
It's not got anything to do with what song you sing. You can pick a raucous rock song, or a sweet lullaby. Admittedly the happier the song, the better the, er, movement of the moment, but it really doesn't matter.
It doesn't even matter how loud you sing. You can sing so loud that your deaf tones echo off the stall, disrupting the crowd beyond the restroom door. Maybe your delicate melody can only be heard in the chamber within your own ears, either way will be just fine.
You can choose any language. Find your own tempo. What you sing; how you sing-these things do not matter.
As long as you sing out loud when you pee!
It's all about changing your perspective. Seeing things from a different point of view. It's a moment to stop the mad spinning of this crazy world, and take a breath all for yourself.
As selfish as I believe humans to be, we each of us have our own world of worries that include people and places and events well beyond us. Even those who are focused on self survival, have loved ones they spend their spinning on. The best of us give of ourselves too often, and, too often, we find everything so far out of control that we can hardly take the next breath.
SO stop for a minute; you have to pee anyway-take a deep breath; and sing! Sing out loud when you pee!
Your brain cannot help but send a message of "LOL!" to your heart, and even your soul if you let it. It is all right there within you, and you will have that single moment that allows you to break away. Step back and look at the situation and choose a new perspective. Hold on to the message of the moment, and look for a positive way to spin this, or chose to allow the defeat. Really it is up to you.
Will you sing out loud when you pee?
panic. I am unable to sit still without my blood pressure increasing to a noticeable level. If I don't keep it in check, the thoughts that flow through my head lead down the road of "cannot's" and "should not have's" that make me feel like giving up; this is just too big for me.
Sometimes I stop and I let myself have a good cry. The battles I face are too difficult for any one human. In my acceptance of that, I also have to accept that I am not facing my battles alone. Even those friends who are in the midst of their own war for survival, will find time to step away from their current horror just to remind me that they love me. They cannot help me, but that does not mean they are not with me.
Sometimes I stop and force myself to breath. There is nothing I can do about the past, rather I chose to regret it or not. Even yesterday is beyond me, and what I did not do right then, maybe I can fix today, or maybe I will have to learn to live with it. Each mistake does not slap me every moment, so I must put them aside until they rear back to strike again. It's not like I can't bit off a finger of the next slap aimed at me. The future is not likely to happen the way I expect, bad or good, and so it is also out of my control. I can only put a plan into place and work towards that goal with the understanding that my personal malleability is one of the things that makes me the awesome person people come to when life gives them the unexpected.
However I may get to it, I have an understanding of this state of manic panic. There is no point in letting it overcome me, but it is as much a part of who I am as is my sensitivity to Spiritual matters or the children I love. Like the children, my emotional state must be taken in hand and guided. When given direction the children and my fragile psyche will usually find some way to progress within the necessary boundaries, maybe not without occasional temper tantrums, but when disciplined with love and understanding, even the craziest among us get where we need to be.
I know, it sounds ridiculous, but that's rather the point. It is ridiculous, and that is exactly why it works.
Let's get this straight: life is hard! When you tell your kids about "happily ever after" you are lying to them. It's a nice idea, but you and I both know that life is full of hardships and disappointments. When you think you have one thing beaten or just under control, along comes something else to shake you up again. That's not bad or good, it simply is.
Don't worry, my parents did the same thing to me, and I still love fairy tales and fantasy, I just understand now, the rose garden they promised me has very nasty thorns.
So now that we have established that, what can we do about it? Sing out loud when we pee.
It's not got anything to do with what song you sing. You can pick a raucous rock song, or a sweet lullaby. Admittedly the happier the song, the better the, er, movement of the moment, but it really doesn't matter.
It doesn't even matter how loud you sing. You can sing so loud that your deaf tones echo off the stall, disrupting the crowd beyond the restroom door. Maybe your delicate melody can only be heard in the chamber within your own ears, either way will be just fine.
You can choose any language. Find your own tempo. What you sing; how you sing-these things do not matter.
As long as you sing out loud when you pee!
It's all about changing your perspective. Seeing things from a different point of view. It's a moment to stop the mad spinning of this crazy world, and take a breath all for yourself.
As selfish as I believe humans to be, we each of us have our own world of worries that include people and places and events well beyond us. Even those who are focused on self survival, have loved ones they spend their spinning on. The best of us give of ourselves too often, and, too often, we find everything so far out of control that we can hardly take the next breath.
SO stop for a minute; you have to pee anyway-take a deep breath; and sing! Sing out loud when you pee!
Your brain cannot help but send a message of "LOL!" to your heart, and even your soul if you let it. It is all right there within you, and you will have that single moment that allows you to break away. Step back and look at the situation and choose a new perspective. Hold on to the message of the moment, and look for a positive way to spin this, or chose to allow the defeat. Really it is up to you.
Will you sing out loud when you pee?
panic. I am unable to sit still without my blood pressure increasing to a noticeable level. If I don't keep it in check, the thoughts that flow through my head lead down the road of "cannot's" and "should not have's" that make me feel like giving up; this is just too big for me.
Sometimes I stop and I let myself have a good cry. The battles I face are too difficult for any one human. In my acceptance of that, I also have to accept that I am not facing my battles alone. Even those friends who are in the midst of their own war for survival, will find time to step away from their current horror just to remind me that they love me. They cannot help me, but that does not mean they are not with me.
Sometimes I stop and force myself to breath. There is nothing I can do about the past, rather I chose to regret it or not. Even yesterday is beyond me, and what I did not do right then, maybe I can fix today, or maybe I will have to learn to live with it. Each mistake does not slap me every moment, so I must put them aside until they rear back to strike again. It's not like I can't bit off a finger of the next slap aimed at me. The future is not likely to happen the way I expect, bad or good, and so it is also out of my control. I can only put a plan into place and work towards that goal with the understanding that my personal malleability is one of the things that makes me the awesome person people come to when life gives them the unexpected.
However I may get to it, I have an understanding of this state of manic panic. There is no point in letting it overcome me, but it is as much a part of who I am as is my sensitivity to Spiritual matters or the children I love. Like the children, my emotional state must be taken in hand and guided. When given direction the children and my fragile psyche will usually find some way to progress within the necessary boundaries, maybe not without occasional temper tantrums, but when disciplined with love and understanding, even the craziest among us get where we need to be.