And by no means is this a holiday post. The blues don’t occur just during the holidays; this is 365 days a year struggle.
I was recently contemplating if I should delete my Facebook page, and then I remembered that I can’t do that because that is how we connect with our pastors. So that’s a must for us. Then I said, well, I don’t need Instagram at all! Hardly anyone on Instagram appreciates a good read, nor do they share deep opinions. You just post a picture, and calculated comments come rolling in. NOT all of them are calculated, but a LARGE majority definitely is, which is so frustrating to me.
This brings men back to my topic.
How To Beat The Blues
Unplug from social media or get rid of the app altogether. I have several reasons why this should be your first step, but my main reason is that people are awful, like soul aching awful. I’ve found that people of ages and gender copy off of each other all day. When one person posts a picture of something, then the rest of the Hurd rushes to post the same picture of them. Not to mention the folks that have the same selfie but with a different caption.
I mean, how many times can you say, “Girl, you are beautiful, great pic ( insert eye roll). Instantly puts me in the worst mood.
Leave your home and go for a walk or a run. Staying locked up in your house can cause depression and make your mind lose focus on what’s important in life. Living an active life can bring about so much satisfaction and help create a positive state of mind.
Try not to put limitations on your life. If you want to be a pilot, then be a pilot. Silence the noise around you that’s telling you your idea is ridiculous.
LIVE OUT LOUD
Think about your future and make plans for an amazing or vacation or a new career. It doesn’t matter what other people definition of what ‘amazing’ means. This is ” your amazing,” so you set the standards. When you give yourself something to look forward to, it makes today seem a little brighter.
This one is my favorite way to beat the blues. I hug and tell my crew how much I LOVE THEM. Before I met my husband, I wasn’t much of a hugger, but I’ve become one since he is. Whenever I need a hug, I know that he is ready and won’t let go until I do. If I chose to hug him 50 times, I know his arms would be stretched out and ready to embrace me.
Let me know how you beat the blues.
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