Rainey Daze and Crazy Nights

Poetry, Paintings, and Ponderings: Through My Eyes

Breathe December 7, 2013


I don’t know where this came from; it was one of those anonymous internet finds. I am re-posting because this is TRUTH, and hard to remember.

 

English: Fingerprints on a glass of water made...

English: Fingerprints on a glass of water made visible by total internal reflection (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience. As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the “half empty or half full” question. Instead, with a smile on her face, she inquired: “How heavy is this glass of water?” Answers called out ranged from 8 oz. to 20 oz. She replied, “The absolute weight doesn’t matter. It depends on how long I …hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it’s not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I’ll have an ache in my arm. If I hold it for a day, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn’t change, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.” She continued, “The stresses and worries in life are like that glass of water. Think about them for a while and nothing happens. Think about them a bit longer and they begin to hurt. And if you think about them all day long, you will feel paralyzed – incapable of doing anything.” It’s important to remember to “let go” of your stresses at the end of the day ….and just breathe…

 

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3 Responses to “Breathe”

  1. Reblogged this on theartistryofthebipolarbrain and commented:
    I need to remember this.

  2. Aimer Shama Says:

    Sweet… if only we CAN. Things that worry me? They worry me because I am forced to deal with them. I want to put down the cup, hell, I want there to not even be a cup, but society just loves to keep shoving that cup in your hand. Study. Work. Marry. Kids. Die. Repeat…. yeah… the equivalent of letting the cup go would be letting life go.. would be suicide… so no thanks, I’m quite content this way… better a cup I don’t let go of than dead.


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