Posted in Self Help

Be Your Own Voice of Reason

There is a quote by Maya Angelou that says, “when you know better you do better.”  I somewhat agree with this quote.  I like to say, when you know better you SHOULD do better.  Most of the time we know better but we don’t always do better.  This is when we need to exercise our own voice of reason.

I had a conversation with a friend recently about her life and she told me one day it just hit her that something she had been putting off for years was going to happen this year because SHE decided it was going to happen.  No one TOLD her to do it or gave it to her on a silver platter.  SHE decided it was time because SHE realized she was holding herself back.  She knew she could do better therefore, she did!

Most of the time you will hear the voice of reason called different names.  Names like, intuition, the voice of God, and even “something”, as in “something told me”.  Whatever you call “IT”, follow IT!

Just yesterday I had the pleasure of meeting a young lady, of whom I knew nothing about, who began to tell me her story and how she wanted to know why she kept making the same mistakes over and over again.  I told her it was because she hadn’t learned the lesson.  She took the quiz but she kept failing because she wasn’t studying.  Every time I would give her a solution to one of her issues she would say yeah but…  I told her she was her downfall because she did not TRUST herself.  She got the warning sign before she approached danger but she didn’t LISTEN to her voice of reason.  She went into situation, relationship, and financial agreement one after the other ignoring her own voice.

We do not have to keep doing this to ourselves.  We can stop and make better decisions before the regrets, broken hearts, and feelings of failure if we just trust that loud but silenced voice or feeling inside of us.  Sometimes we can get a clue from someone else without them even knowing they have triggered something in us.  How many times have you purchased something because you saw an advertisement for it?  Treat your voice of reason the same way.  Don’t think about it, just listen to it, and follow it! 

Be Your Own Voice of Reason

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~SMILE~

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A Visit From St. Nicholas

By Clement Clarke Moore

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
~SMILE~