Reminding myself of all that I have to be thankful for really helps ground me and keeps me from tipping over into that negative place.
Luckily, I've got a great wife who keeps me in check, who keeps me grounded.
Before I left for the bubble, a couple days prior I started taking notes on everything I was doing, how my workouts were and stuff like that. I just did it throughout the bubble. It does help me for sure. It keeps me locked in, just always reminding myself of what I need to do.
Going to so many book events keeps me connected with my readership while constantly reminding me that all the long hours at the drawing desk are worthwhile.
A very close friend of mine keeps reminding me that since about the age of 50, I've been saying, 'I'm finished. I haven't got another one in me.' But somehow you do.
I never understand the plan that the Lord has given me. But it's so cool, because He keeps reminding me that I am on the right path. He reminds me with little things and big things.
If I took myself too seriously, I would be a mess every day because the world keeps my ego in check.
Everyday I find myself reminding women around me to know their value. I also have to remind myself.
Americans are good with to-do lists; just tell us what to do, and we'll do it. Throughout our history, we have proven that. Colonize. Check. Win our independence. Check. Form a union. Check. Expand to the Pacific. Check. Settle the West. Check. Keep the Union together. Check. Industrialize. Check. Fight the Nazis. Check.
Parents test our patience more than anyone else...Being around them keeps you in check...that's what keeps you humbled.
Adele texts me all the time and keeps me in check.
I suffer from Irish-Catholic guilt. Guilt is a good reality check. It keeps that ‘do what makes you happy’ thing in check.
I suffer from Irish-Catholic guilt. Guilt is a good reality check. It keeps that 'do what makes you happy' thing in check.
Ironically, often the thing that keeps me from experiencing joy is my preoccupation with self. The very selfishness that keeps me from pouring myself out for the joy of others also keeps me from noticing and delighting in the myriad small gifts God offers each day. This is why Walker Percy describes boredom as "the self stuffed with the self."
I think my cheerfulness keeps my writing from sinking into the depths of melancholy, while the darker side keeps in check any literary silliness I might be inclined toward.
It's something I have to remind myself about, that at every competition, I put a lot of pressure on myself, almost like it's the end of the world, and I have to keep reminding myself it's not.