“Life is all about timing... the unreachable becomes reachable, the unavailable become available, the unattainable... attainable. Have the patience, wait it out it’s all about timing.” Stacey Charter
I remember when I was younger (as I’m sure all of you can) how long it took for Christmas to get here. I really started thinking about it in September, and it just seemed as if it was never going to get here. Everything was like that. Whatever you were expecting took forever. Now in September if I think about Christmas I’m like “ONLY four months to go, YIKES!”. I’ve already started wondering if I’ll get a tree this year and I sort of know some of the gifts I’ll be buying. Before I know it I’ll be scrambling and doing it all last minute because four months will have turned into four days. Has the concept of time really changed or maybe I just stopped living every day the way I did when I was younger. I’m always looking ahead to the next. The next day, weekend, conversation, Holiday, vacation. I stopped being present in the now. Someone very near and dear to my heart “E” says to me all the time that my mind never rests. He seems to have the unnerving ability to think of absolutely nothing at will. HOW DOES HE DO THAT??? I can’t remember a minute or a half minute in the past 25 years that I wasn’t thinking about something. (Well maybe when I was under anesthesia, but even then I was probably wondering if I was drooling). This is probably why I feel as if 50 is hurling at me at the speed of light. I have filled my head with a million thoughts of dread and fear. Thank goodness for blogs... Here, I’m getting a lot of things out of my head and into the heads of the few of you who are reading me (smile). So, I’m going to try a little experiment… Starting tomorrow for two days (luckily it will be the weekend) I will not wear a watch, I will find a time when I just stare out into space and think of nothing except the color on the wall and just live by the seat of my pants. If I’m correct this weekend will seem wonderfully endless. Hmmmmm…not sure that’s a good thing yet. See you Monday!
Friday, September 3, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Day 11
“Prosperity is a way of living and thinking, and not just money or things. Poverty is a way of living and thinking, and not just a lack of money or things.” ~ Eric Butterworth
How often have I talked to my friend “C” about prosperity? Probably once a week. In fact this entry is inspired by her. You see we (C and I) like to think of ourselves as living “as if”. As if we already have what we want, need and desire. You see we believe that we hold ourselves back by believing that things will not come to us. Now I am not talking about winning the lottery or hitting the jackpot in Vegas, but about having things fall into place.
Prosperity has come to me in so many ways. It’s in the tiny apartment that I share with my daughter; that I thought I would hate, but I love more and more every day. In my dear friend that listens to me endlessly prattle on about the drama that is me. In a new friend that offered when I told her I was going to “hell in a hand basket” to carry the basket… There are a million things that I will stop taking for granted and start realizing how rich and prosperous my life really is. Now I wonder if I live my life "as if " I’m 25 that will work????
How often have I talked to my friend “C” about prosperity? Probably once a week. In fact this entry is inspired by her. You see we (C and I) like to think of ourselves as living “as if”. As if we already have what we want, need and desire. You see we believe that we hold ourselves back by believing that things will not come to us. Now I am not talking about winning the lottery or hitting the jackpot in Vegas, but about having things fall into place.
Prosperity has come to me in so many ways. It’s in the tiny apartment that I share with my daughter; that I thought I would hate, but I love more and more every day. In my dear friend that listens to me endlessly prattle on about the drama that is me. In a new friend that offered when I told her I was going to “hell in a hand basket” to carry the basket… There are a million things that I will stop taking for granted and start realizing how rich and prosperous my life really is. Now I wonder if I live my life "as if " I’m 25 that will work????
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Day 10
“It takes half your life before you discover life is a do-it-yourself project.” ~
Napoleon Hill (American author, 1883-1970)
Last night in my bedroom I’d dropped something and found myself on all fours searching to find it under
my bed. Ahhhh, under my bed…. The place where my dog hides her toys, where magazines and book escape my bed, storage for out of season clothes, the tool box my brother put together for me, and the place where old projects go to die….(wow! how much space do I have under my bed?) There I came across a bag that holds a quilt I’m making for my first nephew. I started it before he was born and imagined this quilt becoming his “Linus” blanket. Well, my nephew is 11 and into skateboard and the like and I can’t imagine that he would be too interested in a “blankie”, with a teddy bear quilted on it. I also have another quilt that I’m making for my bed. Laura Ashley sold the precut squares of her familiar patterned fabric to make your own quilts. I was as excited as I walked into the store on Madison Ave. color scheme in mind and ready to make a quilt that would be passed down through the years. I started that project over 20 years ago… It’s now the size of a placemat. I also have a scarf and a sweater waiting for my attention. I think I really just like the idea of having a “project”. I have finished some but there are much more projects in my under bed graveyard waiting for my attention. The quote that I chose today says it all for me, my life is my project. I keep trying to find a hobby, a craft, my “thing”. I think this blog is my thing and it found me. So, I want to say this to all of the other people out there looking for their “thing”…the minute you stop looking it finds you.
Napoleon Hill (American author, 1883-1970)
Last night in my bedroom I’d dropped something and found myself on all fours searching to find it under
my bed. Ahhhh, under my bed…. The place where my dog hides her toys, where magazines and book escape my bed, storage for out of season clothes, the tool box my brother put together for me, and the place where old projects go to die….(wow! how much space do I have under my bed?) There I came across a bag that holds a quilt I’m making for my first nephew. I started it before he was born and imagined this quilt becoming his “Linus” blanket. Well, my nephew is 11 and into skateboard and the like and I can’t imagine that he would be too interested in a “blankie”, with a teddy bear quilted on it. I also have another quilt that I’m making for my bed. Laura Ashley sold the precut squares of her familiar patterned fabric to make your own quilts. I was as excited as I walked into the store on Madison Ave. color scheme in mind and ready to make a quilt that would be passed down through the years. I started that project over 20 years ago… It’s now the size of a placemat. I also have a scarf and a sweater waiting for my attention. I think I really just like the idea of having a “project”. I have finished some but there are much more projects in my under bed graveyard waiting for my attention. The quote that I chose today says it all for me, my life is my project. I keep trying to find a hobby, a craft, my “thing”. I think this blog is my thing and it found me. So, I want to say this to all of the other people out there looking for their “thing”…the minute you stop looking it finds you.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Day 9
“These are the tears ~~ The tears we shed ~~ This is the fear ~~ This is the dread ~~ These are the contents of my head” Annie Lennox
I was emailing with a friend today about regret and the feeling that you have not lived up to the expectations you had for yourself. I have a long list of things I always wanted to do, with sub categories, footnotes and pictures. I drive my daughter crazy with my lists and plans for the day. A trip to Woodbury Commons takes at least two weeks of preparation for me. First I write a list of everything I’m planning to buy. I print out a map of the outlet, then I strategically plan the most logical way to maneuver our way from store to store. We should start and end at the same point having made it to every store on the list and have a well timed lunch break. This is always the plan, but somehow we veer off the planned route and I never get half the things on my list but I always leave having had a great time, without regret and looking forward to the next trip. This should be my metaphor for how I look ahead at my life. Make plans, enjoy the journey, and be happy with whatever the outcome. I think that I like so many people think that if things don’t go exactly as planned we’ve failed or let ourselves down. Not so, I mean it’s all good, the ups the downs the entire journey. So as I look ahead I will plan to enjoy it all, the missteps, the joys, the misunderstandings, the experiences…without regret.
I was emailing with a friend today about regret and the feeling that you have not lived up to the expectations you had for yourself. I have a long list of things I always wanted to do, with sub categories, footnotes and pictures. I drive my daughter crazy with my lists and plans for the day. A trip to Woodbury Commons takes at least two weeks of preparation for me. First I write a list of everything I’m planning to buy. I print out a map of the outlet, then I strategically plan the most logical way to maneuver our way from store to store. We should start and end at the same point having made it to every store on the list and have a well timed lunch break. This is always the plan, but somehow we veer off the planned route and I never get half the things on my list but I always leave having had a great time, without regret and looking forward to the next trip. This should be my metaphor for how I look ahead at my life. Make plans, enjoy the journey, and be happy with whatever the outcome. I think that I like so many people think that if things don’t go exactly as planned we’ve failed or let ourselves down. Not so, I mean it’s all good, the ups the downs the entire journey. So as I look ahead I will plan to enjoy it all, the missteps, the joys, the misunderstandings, the experiences…without regret.
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