This book review is rated “E” for everyone, but the title of the book is rated “PG-13,” or whichever rating using the f-word grants you, because while I have cutely titled this blog post as a book review on a book called The Subtle Art of Not Giving a “Care,” the true title of the book is The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F#@%, which you have Mark Manson to thank (or blame) for that.Continue reading “The Subtle Art of Not Giving a “Care”: A Book Review”
The Practice of Gratitude
Right now, I can feel that my body is coming down with a cold. I’ve been stalling it off for a couple weeks, but I think one of those darn bugs finally broke through and got to me. How do you feel when you’re sick? Other than “lousy,” if you’re like most people when you’re sick, all you want is to return to good health. As we’re blowing our irritated nose for the one-hundredth time this morning, or as we’re launched into a coughing fit in the middle of a conversation, we’re probably thinking, “I just want to be healthy again! Then I will feel so much better!”
The “high” we feel when we return to good health after being sick is pretty significant. A friend once told me it’s one of the greatest feelings he’s experienced——we almost feel like a superhero, being able to breathe through our nose again! But after the initial couple days (if even that long) of being relatively healthy again, we forget about how much better we feel by comparison, and we begin to take our good health for granted again.Continue reading “The Practice of Gratitude”
Growing the Right Attitude
How do you feel when one of your co-workers is in a bad mood? How does that one person’s negative attitude affect the social environment?
Does their attitude feel almost contagious? Continue reading “Growing the Right Attitude”
We Could All Use a Little Change
I often think to myself, If something isn’t working out for you, either change the situation or change your perspective. Let’s say, for example, that I’m a person who loathes my job. I work at a meaningless part-time job, and I begin to resent my work. Every day I show up, I anticipate all the horrible inconveniences I will have to deal with. I know my boss will be in a bad mood, I know the customers will treat me like garbage, and I know that the work I do will have no effect on anyone’s lives. No one will look back on this day and think, “Wow, the way that cashier said, ‘Your total is $4.22’ was really inspiring to me.” So I go into work and–just as I knew would happen–I have a lousy day.