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I recently read a book on body language, ingesting enough info to make me a dangerous armchair expert.

What impressed me more than the ability to tell if someone is lying or flirting with me (or both at the same time) was how attitude or posture affects the brain.
For instance, if you dread doing something, admit it out loud but then counter it with an affirmation that you are going to do it anyway. Do it with a smile. These simple actions trigger measureable chemical and electrical impulses in your brain that actually help you get through the cumbersome task.
Gloomy and depressed? Smile.  Hate your job? Straighten your shoulders, take a deep breath, and trudge forward.  The mere affectation of a positive attitude and the brain responds in kind.
The reverse is also true.  If you dread a task, whine about it. Continuously. Keep on frowning. Feeling unloved? Hunch your shoulders, make a hangdog face, think sad thoughts.  Before long, you’ll be watching The Remains of the Day or reading an Oprah Book Club novel.
I admire folks who face huge obstacles with positive attitudes. They make the best of a situation, or they know when to walk away and start over.  They don’t see the glass as half empty because they don’t have time for clich├ęs. 
Positive people face their struggles as challenges; they don’t respond constantly whining. They persist. There is a time and a place for an occasional pity party.  Grief is inevitable in one’s lifetime, but so are recovery and healing and joy. They soldier on and shoulder on.
I have no patience with whiners.  I’m mean like that. Okay, life sucks.  Love sucks.  The job sucks. Instead of acting the victim and wallowing in your vortex of gloom, seek a solution and try smiling. 

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  1. good read-good advice- good to know

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  2. I might have to quibble with you about The Remains of the Day...the scene where Emma Thompson istrying to wrest the book away from Anthony Hopkins, and he's looking at the top of her head with such pure, absolute love....ah. One of my favorite moments on screen!

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