You will still have to head off to the job you might not love and could even hate. My son still has to head off to a school he doesn’t like wearing a tie he loves even less. Only the way you choose to think about the circumstances changes. Just so we are clear, the circumstances don’t change. This is how it is done, one marble at a time. You’ve heard people wax on philosophically that you create your reality. Choose a white marble and you feel joy, hope, happiness, optimism, satisfaction, encouragement, peace, and the granddaddy of them all, love. The white marbles are the positive thoughts and perceptions. These fill us with emotions like anxiety, hate, anger, hopelessness, stress, overwhelm, discouragement, desperation, sadness, and the granddaddy of them all, fear.
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The black marbles are the negative thoughts and perceptions.
#Don't lose your marbles meaning full#
In my metaphor, your mind is like a bag full of marbles: black ones and white ones. This might sound like magical thinking but think again. I’m talking about regaining your sanity by gaining control over what you are thinking and consciously choosing your thoughts again. What I’m suggesting is quite the contrary. I know that metaphorically losing your marbles means to go insane. That quizzical look on your face right now, he had that look too. After giving him the space to express his feelings–which were all very negative–I told him he needed to lose his marbles. His eyes looked up at me, tears were forming, and I knew I was going to need a bigger pom-pom. “Head up, buddy,” I sang in that way moms do when they feel the need to cheer their children up and on. If that wasn’t quite enough, add a dress shirt, tie and a Hail Mary at the end of every class period. To make matters worse, he was the new kid in middle school at a small Catholic school, where all the other kids have been together since kindergarten. We all remember what it is to be the new kid at school? Being that it was middle school made it even more awkward, nerve wracking and unsettling. A few days earlier he had started a new school. He wasn’t eating because he said his stomach ached. I know she didn’t end up going to school for any sort of science concentration (I think), but I know she still has a huge heart for animals as a result.My twelve-year old son was sitting at breakfast one morning, head and spirits down. My boss told us that when she was little, she wanted to be a vet. I talked about this with my coworkers last night, too. And after I (finally) finish school, I’ll get that dream career. But I believe that because of that, I’ve always wanted to go into some sort of helping profession, possibly with kids. Now, I have since realized that I am NOT a fan of cleaning toilets and little kid puke, so I’ve changed my mind about the janitor career. The fact that twenty years later I still remember her means that she was a pretty big deal to me. She talked to all of us during lunch, brought us our milk at snack time, and knew us all by name. My answer back when I was 5 was “janitor.” This was because in kindergarten, we had a janitor named Sophie. The reason I brought this up is because this scene made me think of my pal Amanda’s post yesterday in which one of the questions she asked of us readers was “What was the very first thing you wanted to be when you grew up?” It’s fun to think of what our hopes and dreams were back in our sandbox and swing set days and chuckle at how our path has changed. When he grew up and became a famous doctor, he realized he obviously cannot be a dinosaur and thus became a “boring grown-up.” The moral of the story is “don’t lose your dinosaur.” Meaning, that just because you grow up… don’t lose your passion for life!!!
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It’s at this time when the father/stepfather character tells a story about a time when he wanted to be a dinosaur when he grew up. When they reunite, they have grown up, but also lost their quirky antics. Anyways, as the story moves along, the two men are forced to grow up and move out of their parents’ house and go their separate ways. Their parents married each other, and the two did not get along until they realized they have a common interest in “nuddie mags”, kung fu, and a man crush on John Stamos.
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If you haven’t seen the movie, it’s about two men in their early forties who basically never grew up. If you’re a fan of that humor, please Netflix that immediately. It’s packed full of fantastic one-liners and really ridiculous scenes.
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Hilarious movie, but don’t expect a legitimate plot line. Last night, while enjoying a few Tanqueray and tonics with the boyfriend and our roommate, we decided to watch the movie, “Stepbrothers” with Will Ferrell and John C.