I love taking a step back at least once a week to be grateful for the simple things:
1. My wonderful husband for getting our geriatric dog her diapers so I wouldn't have to after parent/teacher conferences.
2. Having a grocery store that makes amazing egg salad sandwiches.
3. Being there for a student who needed to talk.
4. My GTI Wednesday audience might be small but I'm so grateful for the positive feedback I get from them.
5. I wore my flip flops so my shoes wouldn't get ruined in the rain. Used my noggin for once. :)
6. Almond pumpkin spice creamer is the bomb diggity.
7. I started reading the book Unselfie: Why Empathetic Kids Succeed in Our All-About-Me World. It's going to have impact if the introduction is any indication.
8. Chatting with my work son Jeremy during conferences.
9. I love the colder weather so I can snuggle under a blanket.
10. Being comfortable speaking up in a meeting today.
Look at the simple things that happened in your day, and you will be amazed at what you discover.
Don't you wish you had a reset button? Anytime something started to go the wrong way or not the way you had intended you could just hit the button and begin again?
Well, there are times I do and this is one of those times. I've been slacking lately with my writing. I wish I could say my writing has been sidelined because I got consumed with another project or there was some big event that caused my to get sidetracked.
But I can't say that. I've been getting in my own way. I'm trying to do too much in some ways, and when that happens I get paralyzed with inaction. Or I cry. Or both.
Has it ever happened to you?
It's frustrating, that's for sure. But I've hit my invisible reset button. Instead of wallowing in my own self-pity, I'm putting on my big girl pants. I'm looking at where I am with various projects and what I want to do to get back on track.
The first was to write an article on Medium: Living life 'with purpose' is hard work. Click on the title to learn more about how to live life with more purpose. That's what is allowing me to take a step back on this Sunday night to figure out where I want to go and how I'm going to get there. I'm taking my own advice, and it's pretty decent advice if I do say so myself. :)
I hope you give yourself the opportunity to set your own reset button. Sometimes that's all we need.
Do you ever have those days where you get really zoned in for the day, and you get a ton done?
Yep, I had one of those days today and it was fabulous!
I didn't make a to-do list, and yet I knew what I wanted to accomplish. I went from one item to the next and it was as if I built on the momentum of the previous thing that propelled me on to the next one.
I get to the evening hours and wonder how I can harness that kind of energy on a daily basis, and I came to the conclusion that I have to stop overthinking it.
For example, I've been putting off the editing, revising, and rewriting parts of my book. My editor got the draft to me, and I've had it for almost a month. I told her today I kind of felt paralyzed. By what I'm not sure. Maybe it's the fear of failure or the potential fear of success that scared me. I also felt like I needed to have a big chunk of time set aside to work on it.
Today I didn't worry about it. I simply sat down and got to work. Before I knew it, I had 10 pages revised. I didn't worry about putting in a certain amount of time or making sure I rewrote a certain number of pages. Instead, I put my butt in the chair. I did, however, give myself a deadline to getting the second draft to her by the end of September, and I think it helped me buckle down and focus.
Sometimes we are paralyzed with inaction, because we think we need everything to be absolutely perfect. The thing is, 99.9 percent of the time it isn't. If we keep waiting, we'll never do it.
What's stopping you from accomplishing something or making it become a reality? Are you paralyzed by inaction? Do you think the circumstances need to be perfect? If you don't have a set amount of time, do you tell yourself you can't start working on it now?
I discovered today I've been getting in my own way from getting my book to completion. And you know what I did?
I removed the obstacle, and that obstacle was me.
Over the summer, my daughter Jaelyn, my mom, and I went to the Omaha Community Playhouse production of Beauty and the Beast.
Her birthday is today, and my stepdad Steve's birthday was in August. For a combined birthday present, I'm treating them to concert tickets to Michael W. Smith and Amy Grant in November.
We've stopped buying each other stuff in exchange for the gift of experiences and time together. And nothing meant more to me than when I had kidney stones, and my mom spent the entire time by my side. No joke. When I was transported from Blair Community Hospital to UNMC, she followed the ambulance. She slept on a chair in my room for two days, and she stayed with me an additional day after I was released.
I was 42 at the time.
She's just always been there for me as only a mom can be.
And today (September 12) is her birthday. Even though we aren't together physically today, I hope she understands how much she means to me. I think I do a decent job of showing it, but I know I can do better. The best way to honor her on her special day is to continue to work hard to be a great mom to my own kids even though they are adults. I want them to know I will always be there for them. Always cheering them on, supporting and encouraging them, being there through their tough times, and rejoicing in their victories, and expressing my love to them as she has always done for me.
Because that's what moms do.
Well, my mom does anyway. :)
I finished watching an episode of Girlboss on Netflix, and then it hit me.
Our house seems unusually quiet tonight. The gentle hum of the fan, the distant whistle and commentary of the NFL game on TV downstairs, and that's it.
And it's weird.
For the last two month our daughter, son-in-law, and their two dogs have been living with us. Our house has been active and on the go.
But all that changed today as we moved them into their new house. Ours now seems more empty, and, well, silent.
It happened when our son lived with us a short time while he was in between living spaces too.
We love having our kids around. We enjoy the time with them, talking daily about their jobs and lives, having fun with their dogs.
And this time it seems more permanent. Probably because it is.
And I guess I'm feeling a little melancholy this evening. Happy for all for all of them and that they are in such great places in their lives, but selfishly a little sad. They don't need us as much anymore. It's like a rite of passage, and I think we are there.
So, while I enjoy the silence on most days, tonight is not one of them.
And that's okay.
I'm a lover of life, an eternal optimist, and I have an intense desire to add value through simple living and positive vibes.