Raise your hands, girls, anyone sportin’ a ‘tude today (as
Patsy Clairmont coined in her book – be sure to search her videos on You Tube –
she’s amazing)????? My little ‘tude
monster has been trying desperately to take control in the last several
weeks. Personally, I think she may be in
cahoots with my hormones because I’ve had more emotional ups and downs than a merry-go-round
horse on steroids! And I have yet to
explain the phenomenon of how all the little “annoy-me” gremlins know exactly
when to come out from under their rocks to scratch their nails on the
blackboard of my spirit to make me C-R-A-Z-Y!!!
I don’t like me with a ‘tude. I’ve written about it here before (click HERE
and HERE), and I hate to admit it but it’s still a fresh topic.
I get a wicked mean case of the uglies when I’m in a ‘tude mood. I get snarky, snippy and sarcastic. Instead of a smiling and calm countenance
gently graced by a quiet and gentle spirit (which is what I’m going for most
days), my lip curls up, my eyes roll and my nose sniffs up like I’ve just gone
past a mountain of manure. In fact, that’s
a fairly good descriptor of what my ‘tude is like – it STINKS!
I want to be one of those women that bless people when I’m with
them – the kind that, when they leave, your world is just a little brighter and
you feel warmer and happier. I want to
leave that kind of legacy… where people say, “Gee she always had a good/kind
word for everyone, a happy attitude”… sort of the personification of a
comforting hug. Kinda like a combo of
Mother Teresa meets Erma Bombeck meets your favorite grandmother/aunt – that kind
of good. Lately I’ve been more of a sour
version of Joan Rivers meets Bridezilla meets Church Lady with a fierce case of
PMS and a side order of perimenopause!
Like I said, girls, uuuhhh-gaaaa-lee ugly.
Sunday night I sat myself down and quietly took an inventory
of things – of how I’d been acting vs. how I want to act. How my walk didn’t equal my talk. I remembered that it was my choice, always
and always my own choice, on how I responded to any given situation going on in
my life. I could react and wind up with
a major mood 'tude, or I could choose my mood ‘tude. I’m tired of nursing my ‘tude – it weighs
heavily, gives me frown wrinkles and works my last nerve! I’m not trying to be Penny Perfect here, mind
you… it’s not that I can’t get mad/sad/angry, etc. But it’s what I do with those emotions that
matters in the long run. Do I let them control
me, or do I choose to control how I handle things?
I love Chuck Swindoll’s quote on attitude:
"The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude
on life. Attitude, to me, is more
important than facts. It is more important than the past, than education, than
money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other
people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or
skill. It will make or break a company... a church... a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice
every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change
our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We
cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one
string we have, and that is our attitude... I am convinced that life is 10%
what happens to me and 90% how I react to it.
And so it is with you... we are in charge of our attitudes."
So I’m flickin’ those nasty little gremlins off my soul
shoulders, kicking my mood ‘tude in her moody booty, and deciding to add
altitude to my attitude and let my spirit soar high and free above the things
that have been getting me down. I’m
taking a deep breath, praying for a strong and serene spirit coupled with a loving
demeanor and heart, and singin’ along with Patty LaBelle’s great song “NEW
ATTITUDE”! I feel more beautiful from
the inside out already.
Are you with me?
Exercise your mood elevator today, ladies, and give yourself a ‘tude
lift! There you go – looking GOOD!
Blessings,
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