Tag: Discipline

It’s Not The Pace, It’s The Race

I was having a conversation with a male friend who bravely admitted that he wasn’t where he wanted to be in life. He said that when he was younger he always thought he would be much further along than where he actually is now. I told him I felt the same way about my life although I have completely different plans than he does. I mean how did we make it to this age and not get where we want to be in life?

Now my friend is a little older than I am and he has some pretty lofty goals like me, but we both recognize that time is getting away from us. How can you manage to work on your personal goals with only 24 hours in a day? How can you accomplish your goals when they seem impossible in the first place? What about those times when you just want to give up because you don’t see any progress? It’s very hard to look around & see that all of your friends are checking off their goals, whether it be starting their own business, beginning a family or buying new houses. What are they doing differently than me? How can I get myself on track to be where I’ve always wanted to go?

The more I thought about it, the more I had to bring into my recollection the Word of God:

“….The race is not to the swift
or the battle to the strong,
nor does food come to the wise
or wealth to the brilliant
or favor to the learned;
but time and chance happen to them all.”     Ecc. 9:11

In other words, it’s not about the speed of the race but how you finish. There is an appointed end to all fortune & misfortune alike so no one should be worried because they feel “behind” or “off track” in life. I am exactly where I am supposed to be right now. And while I may wish I was further along in life there is so much life left to live  & it will only be as good as I make it right now.


Eat, Pray, Love? Nah, Eat, Spank, Love.

So, I’m not understanding why parents allow their children to tell them what they will & will not eat. When I’m in a restaurant I can’t stand to see kids start acting crazy because they don’t want to eat what’s on their plate. When I was little (back in the 80’s) I had to eat everything on my plate or I wasn’t allowed to leave the table. And when I tried to act slick by trying to “outsit” my parents at the dinner table, my mom would just put it in the refrigerator & the same food would be put in front of me to eat the next day (and the next day, and the next day until I ate it). Nowadays kids get away with things like this by throwing a temper tantrum.

I remember when I was younger my little cousin refused to eat the peas that were on her plate. My aunt didn’t say anything but took the plate away and let my little cousin go off to watch TV. My grandmother, who was in the kitchen with us, asked my aunt why she allowed her 7 year daughter to leave the table without eating her vegetables. My aunt said, “Oh, she doesn’t like peas so I don’t make her eat them.” My grandmother simply replied, “So which one of you is the parent and which one of you is the child?” For me, that was enough said.

Now admittedly, I am a little bit of a picky eater. For example: I don’t like my food touching, if it’s a liquid like gravy or syrup because I don’t want my other food to get soggy. Also, I won’t eat mushrooms and not a fan of most green vegetables (except greens & broccoli). But I am an adult, so I can decide what I put into my body. But children shouldn’t have that privilege.

So adults, please “man up” and stop letting your children run things (especially when it affects their health)….