Honor the flow

Yes, I notice I haven’t posted for a while.  And I need to give myself permission not to have done that.  For those of you who have difficulty giving yourself permission to respond to life events as they occur without feeling guilty…  For those of you who feel that you are not moving fast enough or aggressively enough towards to life change goals you have made for yourself…

Consider that life does happen in ways we don’t always expect.

It doesn’t necessarily mean you have lost your way. It doesn’t mean that you have let yourself down.  It doesn’t even mean you have “failed” at not creating the life you wanted for yourself by now. Since this is starting to sound like a “why not? topic,”  I encourage you to visit the sister blog for more thoughts for those who seek to stay on track and find themselves slipping.

In the meantime, be well.

Taking Time

I’ve come to conclude that life is about managing paradox.  Consider the admonition that we who typically play life in the  fast lane repeat to ourselves.  “I’m ‘trying so hard’  to slow down.”  Well, in my life, that juxtaposition has never worked.  Yes, the solution is clear, and Lily Tomlin made it clear:  “For fast acting relief, try slowing down.”  But the medicine is hard to swallow.

Taking time is about slowing down. I don’t pretend to have mastered it.  But naming it has really helped. And I have to keep naming it.  Here’s yet one more captured moment of epiphany.


My prescription to myself

to do more of nothing

Is not quite working.

Stress always manages to seep in

when I put “nothing” on the To Do list

and try to make sure I accomplish it.

P. 69, VOLUME II of Musing Along the Way

Taking a Necessary “Time Out”

Today’s the day I’m aware that the author of Why Not Do What You Love! (who happens to be me), is not doing enough of what she loves.  This is a big WHOOPS!   And I’m choosing to rant!

And yet I have to tell the truth.  Life has gotten tedious and dreary.  I’ve been in a phase of getting things done; the insulation in the basement, locks on the doors, the dirt cellar dug out, and the roof repaired. Tasks which require dealing with contractors, getting estimates, making sure things are done in the way they were promised.  I’ve done really well and am proud of the progress, but tending to the details of tasks like these gives me no joy. (Actually there was a little. I have loved meeting the contractors who are so passionate about their work they actually remind me of what I love.)

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