Technically the rest of this quote is, “and be thought a fool, than to speak out and remove all doubt”. ~Abraham Lincoln.
I just think the first half is pretty universally smart anyway. Sometimes…it’s better to remain silent.
Happy Sunday by the way! How freaking beautiful is this day?
I noticed that yesterday was our 500th post. Very cool. And once again I missed an anniversary. Busy much?
Someone at my work, a friend actually…sadly…, asked me what I was mad about. I was putting some files in a drawer and was focused on my morning work. Not mad. Just putting stuff away.
I told her I wasn’t mad.
“Thank you”, I said, “but that’s my face“.
She is someone who is perpetually cheerful and happy and always a joy to be around.
I really like my job so I thought I was also giving off a similar vibe.
obsessed focused on this for a few weeks and then managed to put it to the back of my mind. The thought that I don’t put off a happy positive attitude made me really question myself.
Tonight my son asked me if I was in a bad mood.
Nope. Just looking at the computer and focused on what I’m doing.
The other child knows the story so he jokingly said, “that’s her face”. ha (he got a high five for that).
Then I explained to the first kid…this is what that means and why it’s funny.
Remember the mole lady?
Now I get to add “looks ticked off all the time”.
I’m going to share something with you. Information. Something to improve your life. Your relationships. Your communication with the average human population.
I don’t care who you are in the world to this person, best friend, husband, wife, son, daughter, mother, the person with whom you confide everything…I don’t care.
It is never okay to tell someone something like this.
All it does is make that person feel awful about themselves and I just don’t get the point of it. It’s not like I can change my face.
If you don’t have anything nice to say…don’t say it. Seriously. Just don’t say it.
That is all.
I ran tonight! Just two miles. But I ran. My leg is a little sore but it didn’t pull so I figured I’d foam roll it and ice it and do my yoga in the morning. It didn’t hurt for most of the run and it felt SO good!
I didn’t know you could get a runner’s high from two short miles. Malachi liked it, too!
Okay, that’s a lie. I totally knew that. Because I love short distances and long distances. But ohmygosh~itfeltsogood.
Run on…and love it.