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Go for a walk, drink water, eat a snack, and pet your dog

Daily writing prompt
What strategies do you use to cope with negative feelings?

I wonder what the writer of this prompt meant by “negative feelings?”

Is it disappointment because I didn’t perform well? Or sadness because I just lost a good friend? Am I afraid of an approaching storm? Or am I angry because someone dinged my car and drove away? Did I look in the mirror and cringe at how I looked? Did I look at you and cringe at how you looked?

We live in a world where we’re not supposed to hurt anyone’s feelings. We’re only supposed to say positive, affirming words. Negativity and pessimism are big no-nos.

Guess what? You’re going to feel anxiety, insecurity, fear, guilt, shame, and anger every day.

How do I deal with all that negativity?

Go for a walk.

That’s it. Get up and move. Walk away. Walk outside. Walk around. A simple change of location changes how you feel. Moving, breathing, heat or cold, singing birds, barking dogs, the sun, a breeze, or a star in the sky refocuses your thoughts. Suddenly negative things aren’t foremost in your mind anymore.

Also, drink some water.

Feeling negative? Chances are you need to hydrate. Most of us don’t drink enough water. Your body and mind might just be saying, “You’re thirsty.”

In a similar light, eat a snack. It’s OK to snack. It will probably make you feel better.

Still not there? Pet your dog. You’ll enjoy it, he or she will enjoy it, and life will be good again. Don’t have a dog? Get one. A wagging tail effectively counters negative feelings.

That’s all I’ve got. Four simple and effective actions to counter negativity in your life.

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I’m lost

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Daily writing prompt
What activities do you lose yourself in?

Lose myself in? Meaning: I lose track of time, and suddenly an hour (or more) has passed, and I didn’t realize it.

That’s a tough one. I am super aware of time. I have a sense of how many minutes have passed. Or how many seconds are left until the timer goes off. I often wake up just before the alarm goes off.

I think I learned that from running. I paced myself by with the rhythm of my breath. My breathing helped me pace myself. I developed a good sense of quarter, half, and mile pacing by the music running through my head. I’ve never worn headphones to listen to music when I run or walk. Instead, I hear songs from high school band half time shows in my head. Or pieces I’ve learned for auditions and performances. Or a song from the radio I heard yesterday.

So, I guess I can easily lose myself in melodies from the past, in my mind, or those earworms that refuse to go to sleep.

Ok, so I lose myself when I run. But I don’t run that much any more. (My feet hurt too much.)

So what do I lose myself in?

Painting rocks with grandkids. Long walks with the dogs (as long as I turn off my fitness tracker). When I’m watching a really good movie. (When I don’t check my watch to see how much longer).


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I want to fly like an eagle

Daily writing prompt
Which animal would you compare yourself to and why?

When I sat down to write my answer, I immediately thought, “Well, of course, a dog.” I’m a big dog fan. On further reflection, I am more like a bird.

I’m an early bird. I love getting up early. I love walking the dogs as the sun is coming up. And I want to sing just like the birds who are so vocal as the sun begins to touch the dark morning sky. It’s noisy just before dawn, and I love to whistle back to the owls, mourning doves, cardinals, bluebirds, and mockingbirds as best I can. They know I’m not really a bird. But it’s fun to join in their antiphonal call and response.

I also notice things. Birds are always watching. Their heads turn to watch me, notice me, and fly if I get too close. I like to watch. Observe. See who’s around. Notice what’s there and what’s not in the picture. Move from place to place. Watching. Singing. Flying.

And soaring. I don’t relate to just be any bird. Hawks and eagles circle from above and get to see everything below. What a vantage point! I could see so much from up there. I would love to ride the updrafts with them.

I love dogs. And I would be a good dog. But I’m more like a bird. Does that count as an animal?

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No middle name

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Daily writing prompt
What is your middle name? Does it carry any special meaning/significance?

I do not have a middle name.

Instead, I have a suffix. I am the third, named after my father and my grandfather. Since

The absence of a middle name causes plenty of consternation among those who like to fill in all the boxes. Some have filled in III as my middle name. I once used Q as a middle initial when I needed three letters for a login. NMI is another popular choice.

Since my dad died, I don’t use III after my name very often. It still shows up on tax forms and passports. But it’s not on my driver’s license. Some like to include it on certificates. They can’t spell or pronounce my last name, but they love the suffix.

I do not meet many who share my lack of a middle name. Many even give their pets middle names. I enjoy that uniqueness. I also love to ask those who like my suffix, “What was my father’s name?” And then, “What was my grandfather’s name?” Some get it. Others are confused. I just chuckle.

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The Truth About 5-Star Reviews: Do They Really Matter?

When we arrived, our most recent Airbnb host wrote, “A 5-star rating is VERY important to us and goes a long way to helping our family business.” After we checked out, he begged, “Hey Mr. Bill would truly appreciate a 5 star ⭐️ review from you as that helps our family business out tremendously!”

I get it. People read reviews. Five out of five stars? Good product, good seller, good experience. But if you have to beg for a good rating, does it mean anything?

A couple of months ago I bought a new car. I bought other cars from this salesman and always had a good experience. But as we got ready to drive off, he said, “When you get the survey, be sure to give me a ten. I am almost in the top three.”

Reviews don’t mean anything if we simply give excellent feedback every time. I told my last Airbnb host, “I’ve stayed in many five star places. If you want a five star review…” and I listed out my suggestions. I decided I’m not going to give an excellent review unless you merit it.

The real deal? Most products and people don’t really deserve more than three out of five, or a 6 out of 10. Few products are worth the money. Few people go above and beyond. The world is average. Maybe. To be honest, most of the world is below average. Not even three (out of five) stars.

You want a five-star review? Four star? Earn it. Convince me. Persuade me. Don;’t command me. Or beg me. Give me a reason.

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Worship musician

A couple of months ago, the pastor asked me if I could fill in and lead the praise worship service when he and his wife were out of town for a conference. Another guitarist and bass player joined me as I led the songs a couple of Sundays ago.

I’ve led the music before when other musicians were sick or out of town. On those Sundays, I also preached and taught a bible class. But on this occasion, I would only be doing music. The other tasks were covered by another fill-in pastor.

This was the first time my only job was the music. I picked the songs, led rehearsal, and was the one leading the congregation in song that Sunday morning. These are my reflections on the experience.

For me, the focus required for musical performance engages a different side of my brain from the preaching task. The latter is more of an intellectual endeavor. Music comes from my creative side. In preaching, I am engaging with the listeners. With a guitar and my voice, I find I engage more with the music.

With enough practice, much of performing happens on autopilot. My fingers automatically respond to the chords I see on the page. I picked familiar songs so the sounds that come from my mouth have long been stored in my brain. Most of the tempos came from a rhythm machine. My breath comes from my diaphragm and my vocal chords feel relaxed and resonant. I hate to admit it, but it’s very mechanical.

Someone is running the soundboard, making sure all the voices and instruments are balanced and heard. While someone is reading, preaching, and praying, I am trying to listen, but I am mostly thinking about when I will play next. I am suddenly aware that it’s really hard for any musician to fully engage in worship.

I appreciate all who supply music for worship on a weekly basis. It’s fun to do once. I’m not sure I’d want to do it week after week. Preach? I did it weekly for many years. But that’s a whole different task. I think I’ll reflect on that next time.

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They moved everything around

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I go to the grocery store enough that I’m on autopilot. I often buy the same things, I know where to find them in the store, and I’m out the door in no time.

One of the items on my list: cocoa powder. That’s in the baking aisle which is just past all the spices and oils. Except it wasn’t. When I got down to the end of the aisle where I knew the cake mixes, chocolate chips, and cocoa powder was, I was all turned around. Actually, I wasn’t turned around. The store aisle was.

The previous night, store management decided to move items around. Now the cake mixes were near the front of the store, along with the cocoa powder, and all the spices and oils were at the back of the store.

Why would they change everything around?

Of course, I consulted the oracle, Google, to find out. My guess was right. If management can keep you in the store longer looking for the items on your list, you’ll make more impulse purchases and they’ll get more of your money.

Since the self-checkout lanes were full, I checked out with a live cashier. She asked me if I found everything, because the store had been rearranged. I had, but it was nice of her to ask. I guess I wasn’t the only puzzled customer to pass by that day.

I’ll bet every detail in the store is intentional. From the music in the background to the appearance of the employees to the colors of the displays, everything is designed to persuade me to spend money. The merchandising folks know their stuff. I guess it’s better to say they know people and how to influence our behavior.

I once again know where everything is. For now.

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Mixing it up at the gas pump

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I didn’t hear the bell, but suddenly, both fighters came out of their corners and began swinging. Sort of.

I wasn’t ringside at an octagon. I was just pumping gas at BJ’s Wholesale. I was feeling pretty good about filling the tank with fuel that cost about twenty cents less than the Racetrack just a few blocks away. My reverie was shattered when the woman on the other side of my pump released a barrage of obscenities at the guy in a white pickup truck directly in front of her.

She had finished her purchase, but couldn’t pull forward because the driver of the pickup had pulled right in front of her, blocking her exit. I have no idea why he was there. He just wasn’t moving. First she asked. Then she yelled. Then she started cursing. He didn’t budge. He just shouted right back at her.

Everyone else at the pumps paused to watch them spar. Finally she unloaded several f-bombs, backed up, and left, tires squealing. The man still didn’t move. For some reason, he decided to camp out there for a while. He wasn’t blocking me, so I just pulled away, glad that I wasn’t in the middle of that.

From my experience, most people aren’t happy at the gas pump. I’m not exactly sure why. It could be cost of fuel. It could be that they’ve been in the car together for way too long. Someone usually needs to go to the bathroom right now, but they know it’s going to be disgusting in there. There are people pulling in and backing out, making maneuvering a challenge. Any number of things.

I don’t think I’ve ever gotten into a heated argument with a stranger. I avoid such confrontations, preferring to find a different solution. Some, however, take on all challengers. I’m more than happy to just be a spectator.

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Gratitude and awareness: a wonderful pairing

In a recent newsletter I read, “Noticing sparks gratitude; gratitude sharpens our noticing.” (It might have been Rob Walker’s “The Art of Noticing,” but I haven’t yet found it in my emails.)

I spend a lot of time noticing things on my daily dog walks. Sometimes I count how many houses have a Ring doorbell. Or interesting items at the curb on trash day. I like to whistle back and forth with the birds at dawn. I’m annoyed when I notice newspapers sitting in driveways for weeks.

I have many reasons to be thankful. I’m healthy and can take long walks with the dogs. I live in a safe neighborhood, know a lot of my neighbors, and live where it’s easy to be outside just about every day.

So the cycle of noticing and gratitude resonates with me. When I am tuned in to what’s going on around me, I find new reasons to be thankful. Once I start giving thanks, I begin noticing more things around me I’m thankful for. It’s a good upward spiral that develops both my gratitude and my awareness.

One morning, I notice beautiful colors in the eastern dawn sky. I whisper, “Thank you,” for an amazing sight, for the coolness, and the quiet of the morning. As I see the morning approach, tall pines escape the darkness, and I am thankful that there are still a few lots without houses.

Then I notice how many new houses there are in our neighborhood. I remember building our house decades ago, when these roads were lined with wooded lots. I’m so thankful we were able to build a house where we raised our children.

That’s how it works. Observation directs your mind towards the positive things in your life, spawning gratitude. As you ponder your blessings, you notice more good things around you. Again and again and again.

It’s such a cool concept. I try to initiate the cycle every time I’m out walking, starting with thanks or observation. Give it a try.