“As a new day begins, the possibilities are endless. No need to look back and wallow. Reflect, dream, and then make it happen. It is truly up to you”. (Photo by the lovely Sarah Tompkins)
The best day of your life is the one on which you decide your life is your own. No apologies or excuses. No one to lean on, rely on, or blame. The gift is yours. It is an amazing journey, and you alone are responsible for the quality of it. This is the day your life really begins.
Is it really that easy? Here’s hoping..
Love rocks (Taken with instagram)
I’m having one of those moments. Ya know, the late night, eyes wide open, restless moments that used to come to me weekly if not every other day in the recent past. Sleep has been a priority and I discovered that I had much deprivation in this category for so long that it was really wearing on my mental and physical health. Huh, as many smarts as I have in those areas, I really didn’t put sleep as a priority and would try to make up a week’s worth of poor sleep with a long weekend nap. Silly rabbit! Sleep is for wimps! or so I thought. The most amazing inspirations, insights, and blasts of writing would come to me during those long, quiet hours of the night when my mind was so clear and on fire. I didn’t have a “to do” list and consecutive acts of parenting and work tasks slamming me in the face like waves slapping up on the side of a docked boat.
I do miss the prolific surges of ideas and words from those manic moments. I hope to have similar episodes soon since my pen and paper tablet are a bit dusty. For now I crave rest and sleep to make up for lost hours of re-cooperation. That elusive writing fever remains cool and keeps her distance…for now.
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Forgiveness of others begins with forgiving myself. The work seems heart-wrenchingly mountainous yet simple all at once - I must forgive myself first for being tall, clumsy, inappropriate, naughty, tardy, impatient, impulsive, insecure, and imperfect times 10.
I stand up straight, shoulders back, head held high with my long, lovely arms stretched out and embrace being tall, elegant, sassy, sensual, passionate, unsure, energetic, caring, hilarious, intense, and most definitely imperfect.
Only now can I begin to let go of memories of those who have been unkind, dishonest, hurtful, or just unaware. To those who should have known better, to those who were finding their way, to those of you who were affected by my selfishness, my arms are wide open. I understand now. I have grown light years in knowing that to embrace a full life, one must expect disappointment and pain, and focus on learning, love, and joy.
Some of you have passed away, some of you no longer cross my path, and some of you still bring sunshine to my days. To all of you I ask for your forgiveness as I offer mine. - Peace
The cool fresh spring breeze catches me by surprise as I open the window. Gasping for air I force myself to take the shiver of this chill so I can just breathe. You know. Really breathe from the tip of my lips through my mouth down my esophagus, and allow the oxygen to rush quickly past my lungs and fill my entire torso. I know the breathing process doesn’t really work that way, but I imagined this luscious spring filled air taking over my entire body, even my soul. As if I was experiencing that moment before death, grasping on to my last breath. I took a chance for resuscitation. Taking a chance to feel the precious experience of being alive.
What does that entail one wonders? Death is unavoidable, but for someone like me, the ordinary, the mundane, routine and predictability feels like death. This does not sustain me. Does not inspire and rejuvenate my passion for the new and the mysterious. So I sit cross legged on my bed, with my most precious MacBook, a position I have found myself in many times before. However today this felt very different. I had french songs going through my head, the sun looked brighter, the air smelled sweeter. My fingers could not keep up with the brilliance I thought I was experiencing. I was so scared to lose this moment. That something or someone would distract me and the enlightenment would be lost forever.
When experiencing this in the past, these little moments of divine intervention, I would quickly make lists of all the important tasks that I thought I HAD to do to push myself to the next level of my evolution.
What a relief today to finally see that less really is more. That sometimes doing nothing gets me “there” in a healthier, more mature way. Just sitting with “it”, in it, beside it, and embrace the essence of me at this very moment, may just be the smartest move to make.
We can give our heart and soul to another. Work hard. Play even harder. Use distractions and entertaining habits to pass the time. Truly, until one can “sit with their own shit”, they are just eluding the truth, and are not able to wholeheartedly, genuinely love and just be at peace.—
The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on. If you can change the way people think. The way they see themselves. The way they see the world. You can change the way people live their lives. That’s the only lasting thing you can create.
I am so drawn to the style of the the 40’s and 50’s. Remove the oppression and horrifying expectations of the “modern” woman in this time and you have the most amazing style and class. From the brazier, stockings, and garters, to their dresses, shoes, coats and hairstyles, I love this era top to bottom.