10 Life-Enhancing Things You Can Do in Ten Minutes or Less
It usually takes us much longer to change our moods than we’d like it to take. Here are ten things you can do in ten minutes or less that will have a positive emotional effect on you and those you love.
1. Watch “The Last Lecture” by Randy Pausch. See it online at www.Oprah.com . This is a deeply moving segment that may be the best ten minutes you’ve ever invested in front of a computer.
2. Spend a little while watching the sunset with your mate. Nothing extra is necessary. Just sit and take in the natural beauty of the sky and appreciate being able to share it with the one you love.
3. Sit quietly by yourself. It doesn’t really matter where or when. Just let your feelings bubble up and then experience the thoughts flowing out of your mind. Clearing your head and heart will give you extra energy to get through the rest of the day.
4. Write a thank you note to your mate. When was the last time you thanked your partner for just being who he or she is and being with you? Doing this in writing will give your partner something to cherish for the rest of his or her life.
5. Take out your oldest family photo album and look through it. The experience will fill you with fond memories and perhaps make you a bit wistful for days gone by.
6. Play with a child. Most kids have short attention spans; ten minutes of quality time from a loving adult can make their day. It will also help you stay in touch with the child inside of you.
7. Visualize or imagine a positive outcome for any issue. Medical doctors recommend visualization to patients with chronic and potentially fatal illnesses. If it can help them, it can do the same for you.
8. Go to bed with the one you love ten minutes earlier than usual. Then spend that time just holding each other. Let the feeling of warmth from your mate move through you.
9. Hang out by some water. Studies show that hospital patients who can see a natural body of water from their beds get better at a 30 percent faster rate. If you’re not near the coast or a lake, try taking a bath. Doing so is also healing.
10. Get Your Body Moving. Shake, twist, and jump around. Let yourself feel the joy of moving to your favorite music, or just the sounds in your head. Run, walk, and bike to your hearts content. You will live longer and love it more.
Sadly, many people measure happiness by how long the experience lasts. The truth is that a few minutes of joy here and there can make a big difference in what you get out of life.
He always told me, “Never lose your sense of humor.” Negativity plagues even the youngest minds, and avoiding it seemed unachievable; however, Grandpa proved me wrong last spring. Warren T. Leander approached death with wit, passed away humorously, and even remained as an amusing influence on his funeral. His loving and positive lifestyle still influences my choices to this day.
During the summer of 2005, my family flew out to New York for two weeks. Grandpa and I spent the majority of this time gardening. An odd pair, we fearlessly trekked through the grass, preening and primping each delicate dahlia. Grandpa was an expert at breeding and growing them, winning competitions with his stunning array of dahlias. We surrounded each precious plant with broken eggshells and watched as slugs sacrificed themselves to reach the luscious stems before them. We removed the buds blooming from the sides of stems in order to give all nutrients to the main blossom. I was so happy. Grandpa trusted me, his stereotypically destructive teenage granddaughter, to help him exploit his striking dahlias. Unfortunately, this would be the last time I would ever garden with him.
My grandpa left a lasting impression; instilling his motto, never lose your sense of humor, when I was young. Despite the distance between us, he constantly remained a large and important part of my life. I will always cherish my memories with him, and be grateful for the impact he had on my life.
If I had the capability to watch myself flawlessly pull off all of my aspirations in a montage to the beat of some 80’s theme song, I would feel dramatically relieved. As grateful as I am for my opportunities and bright future, I can admit for the first time in my life that I am genuinely nervous about the next few years, and aware that the choices I make no longer impact my parents as much as they impact myself; however, the excited butterflies in one’s stomach are often mistaken for the nervous butterflies, and the University of Colorado at Boulder offers the environment that I need to explore my potential. The three important contributions I offer to CUBoulder’s diverse and inclusive community include my irreplaceable personality, interest in self-actualization, and affinity for knowledge.
I strongly believe that my personality has proven it radiates rare qualities. I communicate effectively, articulate the truth, and incorporate humor in everything. I believe that my cheerful and exclusive personality benefits not only myself, but also the people around me. On countless occasions, I have inspired others to care about their schoolwork and express their emotions. I hope that college will allow me to use my personality in order to discover truths about others, and myself.
My interest in self-actualization, living to one’s fullest potential, demonstrates my drive and maturity. I feel as though I acknowledge my growth process in a way that is far different than expected at age seventeen. Self-actualization occurs in the people’s lives that are open to it, and I am extremely open to the things that I need to learn. I hope that my experience in college will help to further my awareness of self-actualization and present the lessons that I am ready to undertake.
As a senior, I have recently discovered my obsession with and craving for education. Ironically, I found myself plagued with senioritis as a sophomore and junior, and realized my affinity for knowledge when I took the first class I found challenging. In Chemistry Honors, I was immersed in a world of abstract thinking and a higher level of consciousness. Immediately, I felt a strong attraction towards chemistry due to the simple yet complex way our universe functions. The amount I value education cannot be expressed in this paragraph, but I plan to take college seriously in order to fulfill my longing to learn. I hope that the college atmosphere will support my interest in learning due to the students, staff, and environment.
The atmosphere, idea, and freedom associated with college help inspire me to pursuit my dreams of becoming an astrophysicist. I hope that my college experience will permit me to discover, become aware, and learn, but I know that I must create my own experience. It’s just about picking the right school to support my interests; a school that doesn’t interest me in a montage.
I have a couple things to say about your previous post, but first, I must level with you. I don’t like Manitou anymore than you do. In fact, I would even say I dislike it. I moved to Colorado from California just in time to start middle school with 300 kids I didn’t know, and I’m still alienated from my peers due to the simple fact that I didn’t belong to District 14 as a kid. I went through high school surrounded by people who intentionally hurt and belittled me, and as a senior, I have almost zero friends. I don’t like high school to the point where I have opted to go to MSHS two days a week and take on two college courses at UCCS. I hate how nobody values education or respects each other, but I also understand this: it’s fucking high school. And we’ve got it pretty nice compared to Coronado and the high school in Orange County I was supposed to go to.
As far as your formal bitching out of my class goes, here’s my defense:
When I was a freshman, I submitted to getting my face painted to a person who not only tried to paint my cornea, but slapped me across the face when I was done. I sat in the bathroom and cried. Our freshman class didn’t even try to associate with the seniors, but I know that a good chunk of 2010 was sleeping with them when they were that age. I did not paint one face this year.
As far as the car painting goes, I find it disrespectful. I will not paint on the cars. The car I drive is not my own, and is in fact my parents. They get angry when people jump on top of our cars just to write four numbers on them. Yes, I will decorate my car this year, but I will not harass underclassmen. I feel as though it is excruciatingly unnecessary. Declare your own seniority, but don’t shove it down everyone else’s throat.
This class is the most irritating, disrespectful, suck-up, group of kids I have ever had to spend time with. I know 5th graders who know more about support, friendship, and respect than they do. They love playing the victim, and starting conflicts. Anything to bring attention to themselves.
Look, I don’t like my class either. Leah Davidson and Tori Binkowski fucked me over beyond belief, and I have been abandoned over and over again by groups so tightly woven, it’s impossible to break through. But here’s the thing: the class of 2011 doesn’t deserve to be ripped to shreds, either. We have the highest cumulative CSAP and ACT scores of any other grade, and we keep our shit together. The class of 2010 was hated by students and staff alike. Just because you believe we’re “irritating” and “disrespectful” doesn’t mean that your class was any different. In fact, I guarantee that any office personnel appreciates our class over the class of 2010. Since the drug-dealing, class-skipping, and insult-spitting class of 2010 left, the high school has been incredibly different, and seeing how you don’t go to the high school anymore, I don’t really know how you’re claiming it’s so horrible.
You also need to understand the simple fact that you were included in a small handful of students in the class of 2010 that really did genuinely care about themselves and others; however, the other 98% were fucking dirtbags. I have never been snickered at, pointed to, judged by, or ripped to shreds as bad as the people in the class of 2010. Most of the kids in that class were full of bad intentions and a pathetic lifestyle. They obsessed over failing class, skipping school, and doing drugs. Nobody respected them, and they were heartless.
I respect you, Karley, and this wasn’t meant to be an attack, but I was feeling some really strong feelings towards your accusations, especially because the class of 2010 was so cruel. Yes, I did hang out with the “bad kids” for a while, but it was simply because I wanted to be cool and fit in, and it was more than humiliating to try and make them like me.
Both the classes of 2010 and 2011 are unique and grand in their own ways. But high school isn’t going to change, and as long as there are students to wander the halls, there will be favoring teachers and dramatic girls. Believe me. I am aware. And I dislike high school. But Manitou is a better environment than most, and I am sorry that the class of 2011 didn’t put up with the stupid bullshit that your class hushed up about.
I miss you, California. I’m not some dumbass bitch poser like everyone else. I grew up with you. I want you back. I want you back so bad. I spent every day with you until I was dragged to this fucking nightmare. So many commitments were broken. Everyone leaves me. Why do they leave? What’s wrong with me?
My dad left, then came back.
Andrew left twice, and came back twice.
Nicole left, then came back.
Tori left several times, then came back, but after her last episode, I pushed her away.
Leah left, and refuses to acknowledge my existence. I sent her a text today saying we should get along. No response.
Christina left, then came back.