Monday, April 23, 2012
Ten Commandments
I decided to look around on one of my favorite blogs, Momastery and I was led eventually to the Happiness Project. This project was introduced to me a couple of years ago by my friend TJ, whose amazing blog The Gladdest Thing Under the Sun is listed here on the left. Low and behold, I came face to face with Commandments again, but those of Gretchen Rubin, not Jesus the Christ. Although they are not divinely inspired words of God, I found her commandments to be the little bit of sunshine I need right now. How did she know back when she posted these ideas in 2008 that I would need them in 2012? The girl may be smart and psychic.
Maybe I should come up with my own Commandments and when I feel lost, turn to them. TJ did it, and she is one of the happiest people I know. So here they are in no particular order as of today (4/23). My plan is to come back and alter these puppies and hone them down to perfection over the coming weeks/years/decades.
1. Breathe.
2. Accept what cannot be changed.
3. Remember the big picture.
4. Be in the moment.
5. Sing and dance. Always.
6. Recognize my patterns.
7. Act the way I want to feel, not the way I feel.
8. Take time for myself.
9. Live how I want to be remembered for living.
10. LOVE.
11. Be aware of the Love Language of my family members and show them the love in ways they understand.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Who I am
Clearing the decks: Parking services monitor wins Chancellor’s Award
By Sara Freeland | March 26, 2012
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Lent is over, Lentspiration can live on
From Yahoo news:
6-year-old’s lemonade stand raises $10,000 for Dad’s cancer treatment
Three months ago, Randy Cox was diagnosed with seminoma, a rare form of cancer. That's when his 6-year-old Drew decided to use his lemonade stand to help raise money for his father's medical bills.
Monday, April 9, 2012
It is finished
I can honestly say that throughout this Lenten season, I have been more appreciative of the things I have in life, and I have not focused on the things I do not have. I have been able to talk to my husband about disconcerting subjects and tried to point us towards the bright side of things. I have come to ask, "Will this matter a year from now?," and let things go when the answer is no. I have had a happier disposition overall. My level of anxiety has been down- again, overall, not always in heightened situations.
Will I do this again next year? I will think on it. I think the payoff of Lentspiration has been huge for me. But, I think the time commitment of a blog is something I didn't anticipate. Although I am not writing a novella every day, reading + blogging did become annoying to me as far as time constraints go, especially on weekends when I was trying to appreciate time with my family. Maybe it was the devil (I was raised Baptist, you know I know about the devil.) making me resentful. The good part is that it did make me sit back and focus, which is just what I needed. My husband often says, "The easy way is generally the wrong way." I didn't find this easy, maybe that is my sign that it was right.
-God. Thank you so much for this time of reflection. I pray that I am able to reflect on my own without having to type out the words. I ask that you please help me to carry this new positive disposition into the coming year and help it to make me a better wife, mother, person, and follower of Christ. Amen.
Friday, April 6, 2012
Day 40- The Art of Love
As a girl, I didn’t feel beautiful. I felt chubby, unloveable, and unsure of myself. Home was not an altogether safe or supportive environment. It wasn’t until I found a connection to my body beyond the surface that something clicked for me.
I was 15 and saluting the sun during morning warm-ups at a life-saving summer theater school. Then, a few years later, I was 20 and spending my junior year abroad trekking the mountains in Nepal, taking yoga classes in Kathmandu. Back home, at 26, after more years of too much drinking, smoking, and personal turmoil, I found my way to a yoga center in New York City.
There I felt beautiful.
Still, that feeling—that beauty that comes from the inside out; that my body is beautiful because of what it can do not just how it looks—is something I can feel in my daily life, but a feeling that I can easily lose, too.
Lucky for me, I’m a mother.
Children think their mothers are gorgeous. They see us as we truly are with no concern for modern beauty standards of stilettos and extensions.
Yesterday we were driving in the car when Lucien insisted I open the mirror of the driver’s sun visor.
“Why?” I asked distractedly.
“Because I want you to see how beautiful you are.”
Wow. There’s nothing like a child’s love.
Except maybe a mother’s, or father’s, love.
This is the sort of beauty that I seek. The kind that comes from the inside out. A glow. A connection to something deeper. The sort of beauty Lucien sees in me, whether I’m in sweatpants or my best little black dress.