The Olympics

When I started this little blog thing here, I was hoping to have pages and pages of inspirational stories of success to help inspire our sisters to put forth the effort to make their relationships magnificent. 
It started off that way, but I guess I'm doing what the book doesn't, showing the gritty process of getting to those inspirational stories of success. The book shows you the end result of someone's hard work, toil and pain. It doesn't show you the slip ups, mistakes along the way, arguments, or the ups and downs of the process. I am not sure if what I am inspired to do and write is really real life and what happens in a lot of relationships, or if it's just me. Either way I hope I it helps someone.

It's 2012 in London, England and some of the most inspirational stories come out every four years during the Olympic games. I listen to these stories each time, and some of them are so moving and so amazing you think the person just has to be super human or a super hero. It's hard to imagine such great talent, drive and vigor coming from someone who maybe grew up just like you, or had even less, but somehow made a way out of sheer will and determination. One thing that seems to reign true for each of these athletes is the fact that they don't focus very much on the negative in their lives. They will tell the reporters about the practice where they fell, or tripped or sprain something, but if you listen to them, they breeze past these stories. They are more anxious to tell the stories of how they nailed a triple flip on the mat, or beat their best record in years on the track. Those are the tales that make them beam, and those are the ones they carry with them into competition. The negatives, the failures and the short comings, are learned from, filed away and forgotten.

This thought crossed my mind as I was sitting in the car complaining to myself about how badly it needed to be cleaned. I started to get upset with my husband because I felt he could have cleaned it out on one of his days off. But just as I started to "go there", I thought about the first chapters of F.W. "Accept him", including his faults and short comings. Also, the chapter on appreciating him earning the living. I thought about how hard he works during the week, and how I'm sure he just wants to relax on his days off. I calmed down, (did a woosah), then I decided on a new tool for myself...for every one thing that I come across during the day that my husband does that bothers me or gets on my nerve (gotta love him), I will compare it with something that he has done of good, like getting up on a scorching Sunday morning to mow both the front and back lawns. I will focus on the gold, settle on the best part, keep my eyes on the prize, all that good stuff, then I will employ the F.W. principles (since that is what this project is supposed to be about) and keep it moving. Whew, crises averted!

Until next time,
A work in progress!