Motivationally Speaking
Posted on March 21, 2018 Leave a Comment
Ugh. Some interests I began some time ago in sheer excitement have now been in perpetual pause. For longer than I care to ‘fess up to, actually. My book is unfinished, I haven’t picked up my violin since I successfully figured out how to actually produce a sound, and I keep putting off creating a particular conference submission proposal–let alone the actual workshop.
I’m at the point where I can barely stand myself. It’s time to get motivated.

Cultivating Joy
Posted on March 14, 2018 2 Comments

Joy is the birthright of every one of us. It’s why we are here. It’s what we receive, it’s what we contribute. Joy is the essence of what we are.
Joy must be:
- Invited
- Beckoned
- Welcomed
- Tended
- Embraced
- Nurtured
- Nursed
- Protected
- Cherished
- Sustained
- Valued
- Honored
- Treasured
- …and sometimes Created.

Joy is not about denying other feelings we may be having. Joy is about nourishing ourselves while we are having them.
Joy is not instead of, but in addition to.
Joy despite.
Eyes wide open joy that sees the world for what is is and chooses to remain soft anyway.
–Laurie Granieri, via Eat, Pray, Love Made Me Do It.
Have a joyous day, dear ones.

Choice: (adj.) of high quality
Posted on March 7, 2018 Leave a Comment

There I was on a relaxing Sunday evening, basking in the glow of an entirely lovely weekend with my spouse. I felt complete gratitude and appreciation for all sorts of things: the events we attended, the down time we created, enjoyable companionship together as well as our own individual time. Honestly, it was pretty much a total-package kind of weekend.
And yet, at the same time I now observed myself mysteriously getting crankier and crankier…pretty much because he was breathing.

Why was I getting snarky in my head? I didn’t believe I was mentally overloaded. I didn’t feel especially tired. I don’t believe I’m premenopausal. Besides, any “reason” is actually an excuse for giving myself a free pass on my current thinking/feeling/behaving.
And that’s when I realized it: Life is a moment-by-moment choice. And I can choose how I feel, no matter what is going on around me. (Or inside me, for that matter.)

