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What Emotionally Stable People Don’t Do:

I've always try to be tuned into the world and the people around me. I constantly listen and observe, listen. Like the rest of us, I want to learn what to do and what not to do.
Here’ are some things I've noticed that emotionally stable people don’t do:
    They don’t take other people’s behavior personally.

    The truth is, the way other people behave and function is not about you.  Most people are so caught up in their own problems, responsibilities and struggles, that the thought of asking you how you’re doing doesn’t even cross their mind.  They aren’t being mean or uncaring – they’re just busy and a bit self-centered at times.  And that’s OK.  It’s not evidence of some fundamental flaw on your part.  It doesn’t make you unlovable or unworthy.  It just means that some people aren’t very good at looking beyond their own egocentric bubble. 

    They don’t get caught up in petty arguments and drama.

    When you encounter someone with a bad attitude, don’t respond by throwing insults back at them.  Keep your dignity and don’t lower yourself to their level.  True strength is being bold enough to walk away from the nonsense with your head held high.

    They don’t get stuck thinking the world is ending.

    Sometimes the darkest times can bring you to the brightest places, your most painful struggles can grant you the greatest growth, and the most heartbreaking losses of relationships can make room for the most wonderful people.  No matter how difficult things seem, there’s always hope.  And no matter how powerless you feel you have to keep going.  Even when it’s scary, even when all your strength seems gone, because whatever you’re battling in the moment, it will pass, and you will make it through. 

    They don’t try to escape change.

    Change may not be what we want, but it’s always exactly what’s happening.  The Earth does not stop spinning.  And sometimes saying goodbye is the hardest thing you will ever have to do.  Or, saying hello will make you more vulnerable and uneasy than you ever thought possible.  Most of the time, change is the only thing that will save your life and allow you to dream and grow and succeed and smile again.  Life changes every single moment, and so can you.


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  1. UnknownOctober 20, 2015 at 8:16 AM

    So very true, and highly relevant for me, (work place drama? Uhhh, no thanks, I'll pass this time around).

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