Whistler or Wrestler

© Jeanne E Webster

Do you whistle while you work or wrestle while you work?  Sometimes I do both.  When the body holds up and doesn’t complain too much, I whistle.  When I am all crooked and lame from aging bones, I wrestle.

Remember the tune:

Whistle while you work (whistle)
Put on that grin and start right in
to whistle loud and long
Just hum a merry tune (hum)
Just do your best and take a rest
and sing yourself a song

When there’s too much to do
Don’t let it bother you, forget your troubles,
Try to be just like a cheerful chick-a-dee

And whistle while you work (whistle)
Come on get smart, tune up and start
to whistle while you work

~Larry Morey


Some days we wake up with a merry jingle in our hearts.  The sun is shining, the baby is quiet, the spouse is non-combative and the dog didn’t barf during the night.  All is well with the world.  We’re whistling!

Those days may be far and few between, so get a grip and face reality.

Remember that term, self-discipline?  Use it.  Practice it.  Wear around your neck.  Cling to it like a life-preserver.  Your world will go a lot smoother if you do.  In addition, you’ll be a kinder, gentler, loving, nicer person for those around you.

Just think… each day you get to make someone’s day brighter or darker–that’s power.  You have the power to add to or take away from someone else’s day.  Why choose glum?  Why choose negative?  Why choose grumpy?  It so much easier being nice.  It takes fewer muscles to smile than to frown.  Make it easier on yourself.  Look at each day as an adventure.  You don’t want an adventure?  Sorry.  You woke up, didn’t you?  The alternative is not so good.

Have a nice day!

9 comments on “Whistler or Wrestler

  1. The last few days I’ve noticed that, more of than not, I wake up troubled. I had just completed a series of posts that brought back all the pain of not getting the work permit I longed for. While riding on the bus three days ago I suddenly understood – I’d lost hope. We don’t always have a word to pin our feelings on. But that day it was quite clear. So, quietly in my heart I asked the Lord to give me hope for the future (“Hope deferred makes the heart sick; but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life” – Prov 13:12). By the next day the heaviness had disappeared.

  2. Jeanne – Working in the garden this afternoon seemed more like play than work. My alloted time was gone before I knew it. I’ll try to do better when I’m doing laundry and folding clothes–perhaps a prayer of thanksgiving that I no longer have to go to the commercial laundry as I did back in the day.

    • Yes! I remember commercial laundries. I also remember having my first washing machine, in the early 60s, so proud of it. Was a wringer washer and was such help, as I had 3 young toddlers. Lots of diapers! Beat cooking them on the stove.

      Are you a paid book reviewer? Yes, I’m curious. 🙂

  3. thoughtsfromanamericanwoman says:

    I have been procrastinating so thanks for the reminder to whistle while I work and to look at each day as adventure with something new and exciting in it.

  4. Dicky says:

    What a timely post Jeanne. Thank you for reminding me to smile.

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