Rest is the Best
All or Nothing. Balls to the Wall. I’ll sleep when I die. You only live once. More is better. Don’t be a pussy. Any of those phrases sound familiar? I’m sure they do. I used to be that way. I used to think the more …
live your life with purpose
All or Nothing. Balls to the Wall. I’ll sleep when I die. You only live once. More is better. Don’t be a pussy. Any of those phrases sound familiar? I’m sure they do. I used to be that way. I used to think the more …
You have probably counted calories at some point during you life. If you have ever tried to lose weight, that is what we usually would do. Or we would go on some super restrictive diet that consisted of shakes or boiled eggs and super bland …
New Year’s Resolutions, goals, themes and habits. Do you? Should you?
Only you know the answer to that. What do you really, really want spice girl? (Yes, I think I’m funny).
We are all different and we are all wired differently. Something that works for you, might not work for me. That’s the beauty of being different. We don’t need to compare. We don’t need to conform. We don’t need to wish or hope or want to be like someone else. Dare to be different. Dare to be yourself.
You might be a resolution person. You might be a goal person. You might be a theme person or a new habit person. Yay!
What’s the difference?
Resolution – a firm decision to do or not to do something.
Goal – the object of a person’s ambition or effort; an aim or desired result.
Theme – a word or phrase that resonates with you and embodies something that has been missing from our daily life.
Habit – an acquired behavior pattern regularly followed until it has become almost involuntary – for example, looking both ways before crossing the street.
You also could decide just to take the pressure off yourself and just decide you are going to do something, just like you decide you aren’t going to do something. The something is totally up to you.
You don’t have to change everything. But we all probably need to change some things.
Make 2019 your last year of making excuses. Your last year of wasting time. Your last year of doubting yourself. Your last year of always saying “I need to lose weight.” Your last year of saying, if only.
Make some goals like breaking a bad habit. Make some goals like learning a new skill, do a good deed, visit a new place, face a fear, trying something new, take a risk, instead of I need to lose weight or I need to exercise more.
Find something you can stick with. That’s the best one to do. If you want to change how you look, that’s up to you, but it’s not a required resolution or goal. You always have the power of your choice. If you want different goals such as lifting a shit ton of weight, that’s up to you too. The choices are endless. Feel your power. Get in your power. It’s in you. I promise.
The industry tells us we need to be perfect. There is no such thing as perfect. Progress is way better than perfection anyway. Make a little bit of progress every day. Do better every day. Be better every day.
But most of all, find what works for you. It may be a resolution. It may be a new habit. It could be a goal or a theme. Find it. Work it. Do it.
Here’s to 2020 and being your different.
The place you go do die. That’s what she called it. That’s what she said. Was she ready? Is anyone ever, really? She had no choice. It was what was happening. The train was rolling. There was no stopping. My heart hurt. She was so …
Every day. I look at it. I can’t help it. It’s right there, at work. On my desk. I leave it there. It reminds me to live each day. It reminds me that nothing is to be taken for granted. It reminds me that we …
It’s Sunday. I’m looking out the window in the library. Hello December. Snow. Lots of snow. The wind has subsided and we are no longer having a blizzard. December you are coming in mad. It is calm and pretty. The snow is deep. The trees are covered. I am drinking water and listening to the TV as John is out in the living room watching something. I hear him talking to the animals. Koko the cat and the dogs, Jack and Nora.
I am contemplating my workout for the day. Getting ready. Motivating myself. Pushing weights and walking on the Tread is what I have planned. I am in a good place with my workouts and with my health. I feel strong. I feel good.
Thanksgiving is over. My favorite month is over. It flew by and I feel like I was present for it all. Sometimes the months are a blur and it seems like I remember nothing about them. Sometimes I don’t care if I remember anything about them. So many things to do. So many things to get done. Slow down child. Slow down.
Now I am in the kitchen making crack snack. I can hear the oven fan and Nora barking outside. Peaceful Piano is on the speaker. I am thinking.
I see things or hear things and I write them in my notebook or in the notes app on my phone. Phrases I can’t push away. Phrases that remind something. Phrases I want to use in my writing or things I want to write about.
Today something is going through the maze of my brain. If looking above it is like a corn maze. The word. It’s a word traveling through the maze. Boundaries. I pause to check my email. I pause to collect my thoughts. Jack is the at the door, starting at me. He wants in. My coffee tastes good. Luke warm. Not hot. Decaf so I can sleep.
Back to the word and what I am thinking about. Boundaries. Learning how to say no. Learning what to say yes to. Learning to take control of my work. Feeling like it is okay to say no to everyone’s requests. I feel I have earned my boundaries. I have said yes to so many requests. I have said to so much free. I need to make boundaries. I need to keep boundaries.
I have to have limits. I have to tune in to what I want. I need to be direct. I give myself permission to say no to things. I pause again. Checking Facebook this time. Thinking more. Rolling the words over in my mind. Listening to the music. Thinking how much I love piano music and how relaxing it is.
I feel good about where I am going in my business. I feel like I have earned every single boundary I am putting in place. I have earned the right to say no to things. I feel okay about that. I feel good about that. I feel at peace with that.
When I went to feel all the feels, I find a song. It has to be a thinking song. A song that makes me cry. It makes me think. It makes me grateful. A song that makes me feel things. Today was a day like …
I think my favorite house our family lived in while I was growing up was the Prospect House. Green stucco, nice porch and unique features. It was an old house and my parents remodeled it when I was in junior high. The upstairs had three …
I had no idea I would react like that. Least expected. The smell was amazing. The bite. That’s what did it. One bite was all it took. The memories came flooding back. The tears came. Running down my face. The lump in my throat, trying to stop them. But why? Just live them I told myself. Just let them happen.
Trigger. I prefer a different word. That word always seems negative to me. I will call them reminders. Reminders of things happy. When a simple acorn squash was enjoyed. The smell, the taste, the memory, and then so many years later, the reminder.
It is the holidays? That seems to press the reminder button for a lot of things. Missing loved ones. Missing the gone ones. Missing the memories. Not being able to make new ones. Cherishing the ones we have.
The squash did it to me. Dad loved squash. The minute I took the bite I was with him eating dinner at the kitchen table. The Prospect house. Him saying my name the way he did. Talking, discussing, laughing. The best squash and the best way to cook it. The best memories and the best reminders.
Never knowing when a reminder will appear. Letting it play out when it does. I’ll take that. Enjoy the squash up there.