Thursday, April 18, 2013

Dear Universe....

Thanks for killing my car.
I have woken up with the sun, walked around my neighborhood, actually had time to read my library book and forced to find the best bus route downtown.

Thanks for finding me a house.
It's nice to have space!: a kitchen big enough for more than two people...a table just for art projects...freedom to paint the walls any color, building our very own garden boxes and planting a real herb garden with my favorite herbs for cooking and wellness.

Thanks for giving me a great husband.
Eric is helpful: he makes sure the plants don't die, keeps the baby plants alive, keeps the dishes clean, makes cookies, tapes the ceiling to paint the walls, pays the bills plus many other random helpful things that I don't even know about half the time because he gets home 2 hours before I do.
And he makes me laugh:) And keeps me sane.

Thanks for the invention of jetted tubs.
Our new house has a bathtub that's actually big enough for 2 people- it's like a hot tub.  And is amazingly luxurious for one person, especially after a long day of work followed by strenuous exercise (jumping on boxes, lifting weights, doing pull ups...). Did I say amazing?

Thank you Universe for the simple pleasures that keep life doable and wonderful.
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Wednesday, April 10, 2013

gratitude.

I am grateful
for a lot!
but sometimes I forget
to take a minute
and really acknowledge
ALL of the moments
and things
and people
that I appreciate
and experience
in my life
every day.
So, here goes...I'm starting a gratitude journal.
It was Eric's idea...
I tend to get caught up in what my next goal is
and what I'm going to do in the future...
whether at work or in my personal life
I often don't take the time to stop
 and look
at all the things I have accomplished
Or all the things to be grateful for
or proud of
Or happy about...
So...this week I am particularly grateful for

Yoga: hip stretches!!  so nice.
grow your internal garden, breathe, stretch, feel, move
with the rhythm of body
and breath
and spirit
trust the universe.


Good friends:
I'm glad for my friends.
Special thanks to Mabel and Jensu for your inspiration
and friendship recently.
Love you.

My job- good, inspiring work with good people and good benefits and good health insurance with opportunities to be challenged and grow...

Thursday, March 28, 2013

savor the moments.
sitting in a hot bath with sugar scrub on my skin, being handed a cookie dough beater to lick while listening to daisy may after getting home from good workout with good people to a warm house with a newly repaired furnace that's been broken for weeks...it really is the simple things in life that make it all worth it.
or bearable.  or just beautiful...
in that single moment, I felt content.  loved.  confident.  grateful.  present.
i could see the future and the past all at once and time stopped. i could see the possibilities and opportunities that lie ahead and i saw happiness and acceptance and contentment.  instead of feeling fear or doubt or anxiety about the past or the future of things that might be or have been, for that one moment, I was in the present. i felt like I could do anything and be happy... 
the magic of that moment has past, but I still feel it lingering in the room, tingling my skin & teasing my senses.
How do I make it stay?




Saturday, April 21, 2012

Why I write 2


So I just read a draft post I wrote a few months back but never published.  It's titled "why I write," but is a little too honest and personal to post... so here's round 2.  Maybe it wasn't too personal, maybe just too depressing?  Everyone has their bad days but everyone else doesn't need to hear about them right?   Plus I just don't trust the internet that much...  Do you?  Does anyone?  Or do you just not think about it?  Once you post something it's out in the interwebs forever...a reason for not wanting to publish what i write- you never know when it will come back to bite you in the butt.  Writing in a public sphere makes you vulnerable to scrutiny, judgement, misunderstanding-whether it's in a blog or a book- so another reason for not wanting to publish.  Yet here I am, writing another post to publish.

So, am I writing for the benefit of readers or for myself?  Once I finally sit down and write, I always feel better afterwards, but that doesn't mean I need to share it.  Do I even have readers? If not, maybe it doesn't matter.  Then why do I feel compelled to publish what I write on the internet for anyone to read?  Maybe it's a habit to share my writing with others- I've actually had 3 relationships that basically began and flourished through writing- mostly emails.  So is that why I write, for comfort or validation? Am I hoping that by sharing my personal thoughts and stories that I may be able to help someone out there be inspired?  Or maybe it will just help me by the act of writing it and sending it to the nether?.  Am I hoping that someone will give me advice with my "issues" and that's why I need to share?  Maybe. I've never had a therapist... Or maybe writing provides the space for me to see my thoughts more clearly and give myself advice?  Or gives me a sense of camaraderie with folks who have similar experiences?  Is it that I want to see what other people think about my thoughts and experiences?  Or is it that I want to feel connected to others beyond my small little bubble of comfort?  Is it that I feel a need to conquer a hidden fear of being ridiculed for what I think or believe? Where is this pressure coming from to publish my writing?  And what am I afraid of if I do? 

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I like writing. It helps me reflect on my experiences and learn new things.  I would like to get to a point in my writing where I can feel confident writing what I think and how I feel without being ashamed or afraid of what my readers will think. (Again, do I have readers?  Maybe I would if I wrote more often).  One thing I know is that I  am able to communicate more clearly through writing.  So there you go--one  practical reason for writing.  Expressive writing is said to be emotionally and psychologically beneficial, and can even provide health benefits according to the journal "advances in psychiatric treatment" (http://apt.rcpsych.org/content/11/5/338.full). Reason number 2.  And apparently I want to be a writer, something I found out through guess what?  Writing.  There you go, at least three legitimate reasons I feel the need to write.  Yet I don't do it very often.  I'm not consistent with writing in a journal or blog even though I really enjoy it and see the benefits. 
 
So why DON'T I write?  Especially if I know it will benefit my well being and health?  Probably the same reason I eat a cookie even though I know it's not healthy- self-discipline, or lack thereof. Sometimes it's nice to indulge for a moment, feel luxurious, carefree and disconnected from the consequences of my actions.  Just be in the moment and don't think about anything else.  But that's not quite true--sometimes I escape writing by watching a movie or reading instead--so maybe it's the opposite reason.  I eat the cookie because it tastes good and it's easy to do; I don't write because it's hard-- it takes effort and forces me to look at things that aren't always as appetizing as a cookie may be.  Sometimes it's hard to face reality and it is usually a whole lot easier to escape and not think about what you can do to make the world a better place or take responsibility for your actions or think about what you can do to make yourself a better person, a better girlfriend, a better supervisor, a better employee, or a better friend....Now we're getting down to it. 
I don't write because it forces me to be with myself, in the moment; to confront myself in reality with all the raw truth, emotions and experiences that are sometimes painful to deal with. Now we're getting somewhere.

 So here's what I've learned through these ramblings:
  • I am afraid of being made fun of for what I write or what I think (pretty sure this is rooted in deeper fears and insecurities that stem from experiences in childhood--that one will take some more time to deal with).  I make efforts to write despite this fear-- thus the "need" for publishing my thoughts.
  • I am very judgmental of myself and constantly engaged in an inner struggle- I am never satisfied with the now.  Instead, I am always looking to the future: to have new experiences, to become better than I am now and to achieve more than I have before.  These are my best and worst qualities. 
  • I don't like the idea of having random creepers on the internet read about my intimate thoughts and feelings.  I also don't like the idea of current/future employers being able to read about my personal struggles and weaknesses because I don't want to jeopardize future job opportunities or have them lose confidence in my abilities at work based on my personal experiences and struggles.  At the same time, I want to just put myself out there weaknesses and all and have others accept me and believe in me regardless.  As far as the creepers go, as long as they don't stalk me I'll be happy.

  • I write because the process of writing helps me clarify my thoughts and deal with my emotions.  It helps me reflect on my experiences and gives me renewed conviction to keep trying, keep doing, keep being better and stronger.  It's like a therapist in a way.
  • I also write because it's a challenge- It helps me practice being brave and decisive; it helps me solidify my values, beliefs, self-esteem and self confidence.
  • I write because I want to become a better writer.  I want to be a genuine, honest writer that is able to share my experiences with others without fear and in turn, expand my ideas and perceptions of the world.  
  • I want to be inspirational and provocative. I still am not sure why I feel the need to have "readers."
  • I like writing.  It makes me feel present and alive.
And this is why I write.  Or I don't.