![]() As some of you already know, I went on a Mediterranean cruise this summer with my family (10 of us!), and Air Canada lost my luggage on our way there (just mine). Let me just clarify who I was on the trip with: my 10 and 12 year old sons (can’t borrow their clothes for obvious reasons), my brother-in-law, his brother, my 6’6” nephew (ditto about all of them), my sister (size zero … and ummm, I am NOT a size zero), my niece (also size zero…bummer again), and my mom (she has a different fashion sense than I do … sorry, Mom if you’re reading this!). You get the point. No one to borrow clothes from. But that really isn’t the point of this blog. THIS is … I am only a number. What I mean by that is that Air Canada had absolutely, positively, no empathy for me as a human being. They didn’t care that my vacation was ‘ruined’ by them (it wasn’t ruined – I had great time, but only because I had a sense of humor about it!). And I literally laughed out loud every time I heard them say, “Uhhh, we have no idea where your bag is, ma’am.” Long story short, I finally got it back. 6 weeks later. Even though I had to drive out to the airport to get it myself, I was still grateful to get it back. It is not my intention to complain in this blog, because I still had a really fun vacation and I have maintained a sense of humor throughout the whole ordeal. Here is my intention… two things: (1) EMPATHY: Clearly, Air Canada had no empathy for me as a human being. I was simply a number. They couldn’t care less that I had nothing to wear. And I’m not even upset about my own experience. My heart breaks for people who save their whole lives to go on a trip like this just to be ruined by Air Canada’s insensitivity – both as an organization, and also the rude individual customer service representatives. (2) PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY: Air Canada took absolutely no personal responsibility. I have not even gotten compensated for any of the clothes I had to buy on my trip or any afterwards to replace what was lost. At this rate, I am going to have to chase them down for the rest of my life to get reimbursed. Moreover, there were some very rude customer service representatives who tried to make me feel like it was my fault. The point in this blog is not really about Air Canada (although I do advise that you find another airline to fly!). That company is just symptomatic of a larger problem in our world -- very few people have empathy for others. And just as many refuse to take any personal responsibility in a variety of situations. Now think about your life. Are you an “Air Canada” sometimes? Do you need to show more empathy toward others? Do you need to take more personal responsibility? It’s way too easy to put our needs in front of others, or point the finger in blame. We all need to stop doing that. Whether you are a corporation or an individual, the world would be a much happier place if we all did these two simple things. So while I still had a good time on my vacation because of my sense of humor, I will still keep sending Air Canada letters about this until my last breath. If I don’t, they will simply continue to look the other way – and I need to change that. And all change starts with YOU!! Happy Flying! (on another airline!) ***Subscribe to my Blog on this page! Then send me an email at [email protected] and I will send you my free E-Course called, "A Crash Course in Self-Talk." It will help you analyze and get over negative things you tell yourself, about yourself. This is the first step toward positive self-growth!*** ***Friend me on Facebok! https://www.facebook.com/carol.morgan.391*** My NEW book Radical Relationship Resource: A Guide to Repairing, Letting Go, or Moving Onwill be out SOON!!
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![]() I took my kids to the Golden Corral restaurant the other day. There…I said it. Confession is over. Now it’s off my chest. Whew! That felt good. But I must admit, it was not by choice. That place is just not my thing. However, my youngest son had begged me for about a month. I promised him I would take him “someday,” hoping he’d forget. Nope. No such luck. So I had to deliver on my promise. For those of you who don’t know, the Golden Corral is huge buffet-type restaurant. Every single food-type under the sun is represented there. Fried stuff. Gooey stuff. Slimy stuff. Fatty stuff. Sugary stuff. All the “I-will-make-you-fat-and-unhealthy-when-you-eat-me” food that you ever desired. Basically it’s hell for anyone who wants to eat like a normal person. And don’t even THINK about going there if you are on a diet. So you might be thinking, “Great, Carol. Nice ‘motivational’ blog. I can feed my face with that kind of food whenever I want. Duh. C’mon. Step it up a notch. Stop talking about food. Give me a motivational lesson here.” I know, I know. Stay with me here. There really is a lesson in all this. So here it is… As I sat there, I realized so many things. Some about human nature. Some about Americans. And some about myself. First. Human nature. If given the chance, we will all turn into slobbering “feeding monsters.” We’re selfish. We want it ALL. And we want it NOW. And then we want MORE. And even MORE. As if that’s not bad enough, we do it UNCONSCIOUSLY. I sat there wondering, “How many people here actually think about the amount of calories they are consuming? Or how healthy it is? Or even if their stomachs hurt?” I might have been the only one. Not that I’m bragging. Second. Americans are lucky. But most of us don’t appreciate it. I know many Americans have a problem feeding their children, but for us lucky ones, we don’t. So I sat there thinking, “Almost half the world is starving. And look at us Americans. We’re stuffing our faces. Again. And again. And again. How many people appreciate this privilege? Third. Me. I would like to say I didn’t stuff my face. I tried to show restraint. And I probably did to some extent. But I didn’t want to. I wanted to put every single bad food on my plate and try it. And then throw it away after I took one or two bites, just so I could say that I tried it all. But restrained myself through being CONSCIOUS of what I was doing. So here’s the big lesson of this blog: Live your life CONSCIOUSLY. In other words, don’t sleepwalk through life. If you do something, be AWARE that you are doing it. Then figure out WHY you do it. I don’t care if it’s yelling at your spouse or going hog wild at the Golden Corral, figure out why you’re doing it. That is the first step towards positive self-change. And happiness. You can’t change what you don’t recognize. And above all, APPRECIATE every little thing in your life. Even Golden Corral. So what are YOU unconscious of in your life? Your relationships? Your eating habits? Your smoking habits? Your lack of sleep? Your couch-potato living? Your job? Take some time to think about that. Meanwhile, I am going to go exercise … ***Subscribe to my Blog on this page! Then send me an email at [email protected] and I will send you my free E-Course called, "A Crash Course in Self-Talk." It will help you analyze and get over negative things you tell yourself, about yourself. This is the first step toward positive self-growth!*** ***Friend me on Facebok! https://www.facebook.com/carol.morgan.391*** My NEW book Radical Relationship Resource: A Guide to Repairing, Letting Go, or Moving On will be out SOON!! ![]() My stepmom visited me this week. She’s a psychologist, so we always end up talking about all kinds of fascinating things. And since she’s a self-professed photography addict, we also looked at a lot of digital family photos through the years. It was fun. For some reason, it seemed as if most of the pictures we looked at were from about 10 years ago. And much to my dismay, I found myself fighting the urge to think, “Wow, I looked a lot younger. Wow, I was a lot skinnier.” Lots of things have changed in 10 years. My Dad is not with us anymore. And I am no longer married to the father of my children. And all the kids in our family are growing up so fast. My nieces and nephew are practically adults. So that got me to thinking about aging. Aging is weird. For anyone who is middle-aged or older, you know what I mean. For you 20 and 30-somethings … just wait! You’ll see. Your time will come. That is, if you’re lucky!! As I sat there practically mourning my former skinnier, younger self, we got into a conversation about aging. I was wondering if people ever formally grieve the loss of their younger, former selves. I know that no one really wants wrinkles, gray hair, or a few extra pounds, but does anyone ever formally grieve the loss of their younger selves - much like we would the death of a loved one? It’s an interesting question. It might help to grieve because then you will come to terms with your aging better. But then again, it’s probably a whole lot better to appreciate your current age because you are much wiser now (hopefully!). Your life experiences have made you into the person you are today. But one thing in particular that she said just struck me in the heart. It was something that her mother said at her 90th birthday party: “Oh, to be 80 again…” You see, it’s all relative. Most of you reading this are probably not looking forward to being 80 because you associate being that age with being old and slower - both mentally and physically. But from the perspective of a 90 year old, being 80 was like being a spring chicken. Think about this: You are now the youngest you will ever be again. Weird thought, huh? Some people might even find it depressing. But not if you reframe it. Someday, you might look back and wish you had appreciated your 40, 50, 60, 70, 80, or even 90 year-old body and mind. And now think about this: Now is the perfect time to do that. Appreciate the body and mind you have today. I will leave you with this. It is a quote that hangs in my stepmom’s house, and I’ve also posted it on Facebook. But it is a perfect ending to this blog entry: Don’t ever regret growing old. It’s a privilege denied to many. ***Friend Request me on Facebook!*** https://www.facebook.com/carol.morgan.391 |
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