Disappointment visits us in so many forms. Disappointment that we didn’t get that job promotion. Disappointment that we gained five more pounds. Disappointment that our children didn’t perform as well as we would have liked. Disappointment that we have been left behind by something or someone. Disappointment plagues my patients, keeps my children up at
Victor Frankl was a brilliant Viennese psychiatrist and Holocaust survivor, and author of the best selling book, “Man’s Search for Meaning.” Victor Frankl once said, “Being human always points, and is directed, to something or someone, other than oneself–be it a meaning to fulfill or another human being to encounter. The more one forgets himself–by
I have never been one to be the life of the party. In college and medical school, you would most likely find me studying on a Friday or Saturday night…or if out with friends, usually the designated driver or lingering around the periphery of the action. It’s not that I am not a social creature.
Lately, I find myself preoccupied with minor issues. Even as I am fretting, I am aware that I am sweating the small things. There is a desire to break away from the weight of tiny irritations and stressors. As a result, I find myself preoccupied, easily irritated with others, and ultimately, even more irritated with
Whenever I sit down on Sunday evenings to write these posts, it is an opportunity for me to reflect on what has been on my heart and mind. Usually it is some combination of my children, my patients, daily challenges, my ongoing efforts to be more present and mindful in life. However, these past few