When your optimism clouds your ability to clearly see what’s happening, that’s called “wearing rose-colored glasses.” You know what wearing those glasses is going to do to you… the beliefs you bring to any situation are going to affect the way you show up, and cause you to see things differently from how they really are.
Rose-colored glasses are one thing. But what about when your glasses are a different color? Say, “sludge brown”, or “rotten-egg yellow”, or “toxic-waste green”?
Is that going to mess with your clarity? You betcha.
So there you are, hard at work, minding your own business, and frustration/procrastination/lack of motivation comes along. And once you realize that this feeling isn’t just going to blow over, you do your best to deal with it, whether you take a break, repeat affirmations, or do something to shift your state of being away from the negative and back towards the positive.
Self-healing techniques (for lack of a better term) are great for dealing with the immediate moment. And over time, they can change the way you live and work tremendously.
But this just wipes away a proverbial speck on your glasses, by handling the acute scenario. Important, yes, but different from addressing the chronic situation.
Cleaning the specks off of your glasses isn’t the same thing as taking the glasses off.






I’m so curious when I see the kinds of businesses people are in. How did they get there? Why did they go into that line of work? Often times when I talk with someone for the first time, I make it a point to ask them how they got into whatever is they’re doing.
I’m stubborn, I’ll admit it. I’m so stubborn, not even the



I love metaphors. Especially when they fit juuuust right.
Around my house, one of those little jingles that always gets resurrected (at seemingly random moments) is from, “What’s Love Got To Do With It?”, the Tina Turner biography, starring Angela Bassett. Little Tina is singing with the church choir, and to the obvious frustration of the director, she’s inserting all kinds of spunk in between the lines of “This Little Light of Mine…”