13 Things Mentally Strong People Don't Do!

Hello friend! Just read this piece on lifehack.org and thought I should share. Enjoy!

Dealing With Regret

Have you ever noticed how really agonisingly painful it is whenever you reminisce about the events in your past that you know could have gone better but didn't? Things you should have said, things you should have done...or shouldn't have, as the case may be. Truth is, we all have varied levels of grace when it comes to dealing with such feelings. Some of us are fortunate enough to have the ability to handle regret gracefully, the rest of us just suck at it. I've seen a lot of people wallow in regret for much too long, becoming shadows of their former selves and - as a resultant - rendering themselves utterly unproductive. So here's the question. How do you deal with regret?

Gratitude!

Hello dear friend. My word! It's been quite a while, hasn't it? I've been seriously tied down with a couple of things of late, especially now that there's a possibility that this our little "holiday" might soon be called off. I really wasn't in a hurry to update the blog because I was still thinking about the ideal post to thrill you with after such a relatively long period of being AWOL. However, it just pricked my conscience so much how we tend to ignore certain things that we just shouldn't, especially when it comes to being grateful. It's a pity we just have to expect that ideal thriller a bit later, hehe.

So here's the deal. We pray to God all day, everyday when we need something we think is really urgent (and when things are going our way prayer no longer seems to be an option. Anyway that's a story for another day). I know I'm good at this one. During or just before exams (especially when I'm ill prepared), when I'm in some sort of dilemma, praying just seems a whole lot easier. But then when He answers our prayers as we expect, do we ever really say "thank you" ? A lot of us have wonderful families and friends who add so much value to our lives and we take them for granted (again I'm guilty), only to realise how much they really meant after we've lost them. Isn't it just sad?