In my next to final post of 2021, I recounted the milestone moments of my past to (hopefully) better inform a future grounded with intention. This served to help me recall goals accomplished…[read more]
During a recent hike, my husband and I descended roughly 500 feet into a canyon. And what goes down, must go up or vice versa. Since moving to the Mogollon Rim in…[read more]
An important lesson I’ve learned since hiring a writing coach and living my best life—while embarking on a journey toward my future self—is that I must affix my own oxygen mask before attempting to care for those around me. In fact, the more I fill my “joy tank”—aka bucket—the happier and healthier I feel. And, with increased energy and enthusiasm to do what I love, including serving others. Because when we consistently function on half empty at best, we risk becoming run down, and/or possibly resentful. If you’re interested in ways to refuel, recharge and refresh your joy tank, check out these ideas to start:
Indulge in a yummy treat
Schedule a DIY “spa” date
Spend time in nature
Take an online class
Play a game or assemble a puzzle
Create something artsy
Embark on a new adventure; e.g., road trip or scavenger hunt
In a recent post, “Information overload…” I list six key points that continue to rattle around in my mind. Point number five deals with a hurting heart: for a world that appears to have turned against itself (yes, I know there is still good to be found) and for those in my life who daily battle demons I cannot begin to fathom. And even for my own fractured dreams. However, when a dream we dream seems to die a sudden—or a slow and painful—death to the point where it is no longer recognizable, it’s time to bury it, bid it farewell and then muster up the courage to dream a new dream. Maybe we can salvage the once-upon-a-time ideal. The Someday mentality. Or perhaps we simply accept that our dream was biased, its outcome never within our reach from the beginning. This fresh understanding permits us to make peace with the past and forge a new future. To dream new dreams.
It catches me off guard at times: I mention in passing I’m a writer and the listener asks, Oh! What do you write? That’s when a marmalade-striped kitty catches my tongue and a brief pause touches my lips. I’m working on a couple projects, I say. The next query follows: What kind… anything published? At this point I don’t know where to begin—no published novel, but yes, several magazine articles—and I start to act almost apologetic for ‘posing’ as a published author. Because while my peers within the writing community celebrate recent successful book launches, as well as sought-after literary awards, I still work toward the goal of writing more than: more than a to-do list or a grocery list, more than a blog or a commercial trade article. Yet, each time I communicate through words, I stack a building block one atop the other. And I’m happy because I can call myself a writer. Because I write.
What makes your life the ‘more than’ kind?
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If you are depressed you are living in the past. If you are anxious you are living in the future. If you are at peace you are living in the present.
~ Lao Tzu
I was ticking off complaints to a friend the other day because I’ve been stuck in an uncomfortable season for…well, a season. Often I look for an easy way out, but I was reminded if I attempt to avoid discomfort, it’s possible I’ll forgo a boatload of newfound strength and courage. Plus, the easy way doesn’t always mean the right way. And, if something is worth fighting for, then all the disappointments and frustrations I endure will serve as a reminder to hold on even tighter once I’ve reached my destination. No need to worry if I’m not where I want to be or think I should be now. What’s most important, in my opinion, is practicing patience and perseverance, while finding peace in the present.
Last year the word-of-the-month landed on Memorial Day, too (see fealty). This year the word is wake-up call. One online dictionary defines it as “something that serves to alert a person to a problem, danger, or need.” For some it may be the current state of our country’s political affairs; for others, one of the recent devastating weather events. For me, a few health issues and the death of a former colleague have forced me to open my eyes. What I’ve seen is I’ve put certain areas of my life on hold to hitch my dreams on an uncertain future. Someday. The day when it all comes together. But my wake-up call says differently. Today might be it: the desert my ocean; the articles I’ve had published the only time I see my name in print … happily-ever-after may simply exist in fairytales. And as much as I want to believe, I need to work with what I’ve got: the present.
In yesterday’s post, When you least expect it, I talked about how I’m afraid if I don’t stick my nose into fate, then I might miss out on what I’ve been waiting for my whole life — or perhaps what I never knew I’ve been waiting for. But then I worry that tampering with timing and logistics may alter the course of my future altogether. Instead, I must move forward with the expectation that my limited imagination underestimates the fruits of my labor and that I will be overwhelmed with gratitude once I finally arrive. However, I have a feeling it’s going to take a lot more patience than I think I possess, while at the same time filling the time and gaps to equip myself for Someday. And on the days when I’m feeling discouraged and see no progress, I need to remind myself I’m not missing out. That I’m just getting ready.
How do you fill the time as you wait for your dreams to come true?
Happy is the soul that has something to look backward to with pride, and something to look forward to with hope. ~ Oliver G. Wilson
Unfortunately, when I stop to look backward, it’s easy for me to get stuck on the poor choices, the lessons it’s taken me countless re-tries to learn, the selfishness that held me back from being a better mother, daughter and friend. But then I realize that there are twice as many wise decisions that have come out of the eventual lessons learned. And I understand that time has afforded me a second chance time and time again to get it right. With that insight, my soul is happy as I look forward with hope. Because the pride, for me, comes in picking myself up and not allowing myself to dwell on what I didn’t do right, but what I improved upon. After all, life is practice, not perfect.
How easy is it for you to look backward with pride, and forward with hope?
Resignation is the timid sign of courage. ~ James Joyce
Sometimes, no matter what I do, it doesn’t seem to matter. The starting and middle points may look differently each time, but the ending place — or outcome — is relatively the same. I might change my attitude or choose to travel an alternate route to get where I’m going, believing these little differences may modify the near or distant future for me and/or others. But instead, I’m confronted with a familiar terrain. It’s called resignation. Eventually I learn that resistance is futile and, even with the best of intentions, I find it’s better to courageously accept that which I cannot change. I have yet to perfect it, but I am learning that some things simply defy explanation and it’s easier to acquiesce than to put up a fight. Throw in a little patience, too, and hopefully I possess a recipe for a successful outcome.
Do you resign yourself to the inevitable or work hard to change an end result?