Friday, October 29, 2010

Birthdays

Yesterday was my 45th birthday, and I am feeling a little blue today.
I had planned to spend the morning getting a couple things done, and then have some time to myself to hike, generally contemplate the mysteries of life and be grateful that I was here on this earth.
While these thoughts rolled around in my head, guess what? The day got away from me; I worked all day. Thankfully, I had a reason to quit and get ready as Doug took me out to a delicious dinner at The Fort in Morrison (highly recommended).
I don't recall on past birthdays that I have felt this need to connect with myself, and if I have done so. I don't know whether it's the age, whether it's the life I am living now, whether it's the fact that I am in the mode of reading spiritual stuff (that comes and goes every few months and then I need to go back to Harry Potter or Steven King), or maybe it's a combination of everything.
Regardless, I am taking my day back! I am heading off to an appointment now, and then I will not even turn on the computer. I am heading to the adjacent hills to revel in the beauty of my surroundings, bless my parents for having made me, and thank the Universe for helping me to be, at 45 ripe years old, where I am today.
Next year, I am keeping my calendar wide open, and maybe planning a trip so I am not tempted to work. As a friend once said to me, "The work will be sitting on your desk tomorrow, too."
I feel happier just having the plan!! Thanks for letting me share with you!

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Gratitude

Doug (mostly) and I wrote what I think was one of our best publisher's letters for the November issue. It is about being grateful, especially around this beautiful time of year, and getting into the spirit of Thanksgiving.
I drove home from a satisfying, busy day today and casually looked at the golden leaves mixed with the quickly fading green, the gliding white clouds, bright blue sky behind them and the imposing foothills of Golden.
That feeling of overwhelming gratitude welled up in my heart, and I couldn't help but say, "Thank you for everything" out loud. I wanted to stay with this feeling for as long as I could and savor it as deeply as possible. I think it lasted for about 3 minutes.
I wish I could capture that feeling in a bottle and take it out at those times when I'm not feeling well, or scared about the bills to pay, or driving in traffic. Heck, I wish I could take it out the other 99% of the time. How great would it be to live in a world where people felt grateful for just even something little, like the clothes on their back, or the food they are eating....every day. It certainly would be a paradigm shift from a world where, more often, we focus on our problems than our blessings.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

A Few Deep Breaths

In this past hectic month, I have taken barely any time to myself, which means the important things haven't gotten done. What little time I did take was to sit in complete stupefication at the television, recovering from overbusyness, an exhausted body and a drained mind.
Yoga was about the only thing I did regularly, and I missed quite a few days of it. Glad at least that vow hasn't been completely broken. Although, healthy eating did go to hell, exercise took a hiatus, intimacy went out the window, and my brain functioned on hyperdrive to produce, react and complete only those things that were necessary to get done. Then I turned to television in the evening, after I swore last month I wasn't going to keep that habit up.  I feel like I let myself down.
Now I am sitting here on a beautiful day, taking in the sunshine on the back porch after a hard hike, again willing myself to eat better, exercise more often and take more time out for writing, reflection and getting the big picture view. Those are the things that make me feel more myself, make me feel more connected to people and the world I live in, and I actually tend to make more things happen because I've thought about it in an unhurried, stressless fashion which means I make less mistakes.
I might have it easy...no kids, a flexible partner and a lazy old dog. While it's understandable that owning your own business can be quite demanding, why can't I make my personal priorities demand more of me? They are just as important, and maybe even more so. A friend said recently just to be okay with it all, but I have to disagree. If I keep being okay with letting myself down, then I will keep doing it with a bigger bag of Cheetos in my lap. Instead I would rather give myself a stern talking to, and hope I take it to heart.
Next month, I am vowing to keep to my promise of no habitual tv watching and taking some time out every day, even just 10 minutes to sit in silence and slow things down a bit to catch my breath. I'd rather end the month with a deep satisfied breath.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Patience

I had a lot of time to think to myself this Labor Day weekend, while Doug was off kayaking and I was hanging with Ms. Gracie Sheds-a-lot Poopypants, German Shepherd Extraordinaire.
I am re-reading Conversations with God, a book where for the first time I ever understood that perhaps we are in a playground and can manifest whatever we desire or dream.
The thing is that we have to be patient and thoughtful about how those dreams manifest.
I was saying to Doug how ironic it is that back in 2003 or so I turned down a lucrative job because I wanted to be in publishing. Had nary an offer or sparkle about how to make a living at it, just thought that was where I needed to be. Followed my heart. Dreamed my dream.
Went on interviews. Got shot down. No hope in sight. Moved onto "the job that pays the bills." Still thought about it though. All the time.
Today, in 2010, Doug and I own a magazine that we publish. I am surrounded by people publishing books. It was a complete surprise when Doug turned to me with an ad for our magazine franchise and said, "What do you think?" At that time, the two of us were thinking, "What are we going to do that excites and energizes us for the next step of our life?"
Isn't that funny? What do I think? "Absolutely, no question, we must do it."
And there, 7 or so years later, after I had the experiences I needed to have to do this, I am living my dream.
So be patient. Never give up dreaming. It might not be now, but it definitely will BE.

Monday, August 30, 2010

Choices

This weekend in the paper there was a story about a woman who had parked her car on the side of the highway and walked into the lanes, getting hit by a truck and ending her life.

How sad is it that she didn't think she had any other choice to make? The truth is, there are always choices to be made, from what to eat for breakfast, to getting away from drugs or alcohol, to realizing that there are beautiful things for us in this world regardless of how bleak it looks today.

We must choose to find our happiness... in the smallest and largest sense...diligently, purposefully move toward happy. Who knows what might have awaited that woman had she chosen to move through her pain rather than be engulfed by it?

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Reflections Today

I'm in one of those moods where I am thinking about a million things in life today. Doug says he doesn't have to follow my blog, because he is living it. Which is true, because I'm telling him everything I am thinking today and driving him nuts.
My friends wrote their book and have a book launch today. I feel very inspired because I haven't been writing lately, and now I want to get back to it. If you want to check it out, it's on www.speakingyourtruthbook.com and available on Amazon. How cool is it that people you know have made their dream - and your dream - come true? I love that it's so totally possible and you KNOW someone who's made it happen. It feels real.
To leave you with a quote:
"But he that dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose." - Anne Bronte from "The Narrow Way"
So what if I read that quote in a gripping Dean Koontz novel.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Change

Here it is, Tuesday morning, and I'm on the second day of NOT sleeping as long as I want, eating whatever I want. In fact, on Sunday, I had an epiphany that I've often had - do something different and get different results.
Life is good, right? I have no complaints. But I still need change - I need to move my body more, stretch, start the day off feeling good, which translates to a full day of feeling good.
Darn, it's hard to change! But I have gotten up at 7, turned on the tv, and done yoga off the freebie channel from Comcast. Deep breathing, positive thoughts, no monkey mind for at least a half hour while I am feeling my body pop and snap until it's warmed up...when it FEELS GOOD, you keep doing it!
I wish those tortilla chips didn't feel so good :-)
A little change yes. But change it is. Can make a big difference.
Here's to your change today!

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Conscious Living

I went to the opening of Journeys for Conscious Living last night. A group of 4 people dedicated to helping people live more consciously through seminars and other media. There was a channeler there and I loved this advice. She responded to a question asked about how to live consciously when we are all living with a barrage of negativity, either at home, in the news, at work or the general feeling in the air that sometimes we feel from the world itself.

The channeled entity, "White Eagle" said to sit quietly for 10 minutes and imagine honor, pride, good, beauty flowing into you for as long as you can, until you feel "full." Then let it radiate, shining out of you. Don't try to push it out. Just shine.

Love it. Will definitely try it on those days when, as she said, I am feeling "in the smog of life."

Friday, August 6, 2010

Writing

With the help of a great support group, maybe I can finally publish one of the many books I have started. I have a boxful of journals that have moved from CT, to FL and now to CO. In them are ideas that I love, hate and am embarrassed by!
Why does it seem so hard to see ourselves as the biggest, grandest version of what we could be, dream of, hope for? Do we think we have to be humble or maybe it's that we don't believe in ourselves as much as we pretend...?
I have hoped, dreamed and tried to be a writer for about 10 years, maybe more. It's been in me for a long time. The hardest part is letting it out to BE.