I think it's time to forgive all the Sarahs. Heck, not just forgive them -- thank them! They were doing the best they could. They had lessons to learn! I couldn't be who I am today without them. Wait, this is sounding like an acceptance speech . . . "I'd like to thank the academy,… Continue reading I’d like to thank all the Sarahs . . .
I hereby surrender and accept my current reality as it stands--in its messy glory, its ecstatic uncertainty.
Are you asking yourself this question?
According to my meditation app, in 2017 I meditated an average of 16 minutes a day with a total of 37 hours of meditation! That doesn't include my walking meditations, which I try to take every day. 2017 was the first year where meditation became a habit. I noticed if I didn't meditate. (Or to… Continue reading How about them (meditation) apples!
That seems to be my lesson this week. FINISH THE DARN PROJECTS YOU STARTED THREE MONTHS AGO.
The process is not linear. The process will not be understood by your monkey mind (which undoubtedly will want to dictate the process and will fail miserably).
"Sometimes the bee stings, and sometimes it makes honey." Z, age 4, tiny Buddha (and recently stung by a bee for the first time.) Watercolor pencil, pen and water
In not-at-all-surprising news, I got sick with a bad cold. (My last post was literally about how I need to practice more self-care.) Sigh. I’m working on more rest, less doing in my daily life, so I figured practicing this while sick would be a good place to start. In fact, what better way to… Continue reading The man-cold experiment
In the here and now I reckon with the fact that I drank too many margaritas with my husband on date night (ok and ate too many chips and salsa too) and saw my weight loss successes diminish. (OUCH.) In the here and now I see that it was easier to blame my husband for the morning's snafu trying to get our daughter out the door rather than facing the hard reality that she simply struggles with separation anxiety and it is what it whether I like it or not!
Why is it that when you know your scale is broken you still always assume everyone else's scale is broken and ha ha don't they know the only accurate reading is visible only to you in the privacy of your bathroom?