Nothing helps a bad mood like spreading it around.
— Bill Watterson
author of Calvin and Hobbes
As part of the “new me” which will be arriving in 2011, I followed Martha Beck’s advice (via Ellie) about goal setting and I had one of those “Aha!” moments. The idea of using adjectives to describe who I wanted to be had never occurred to me before, but once I read the article, it seemed so obvious. How could I have missed it? I don’t know, but I definitely did.
After my last post about creativity, I’m a little gun shy about just using what Beck had put in her article, but I liked her adjectives. They resonated for me. So, I’ve committed to putting myself on a path to Continue reading » How to Make Your Mood Swing
You can’t teach people to be lazy – either they have it, or they don’t.
— Dagwood Bumstead
I’m Catholic, so for me, guilt is a major part of my life. And since winter is here, it’s a good thing too. Guilt may be the only thing that saves me from staying indoors until it warms up.
Winter may not officially start until the winter solstice, but we are definitely into the cold part of the year. Here in Southern California where we don’t really have four seasons, it has been a strange fall. We’ve had more rain than usual, which is great for this desert we live in, and we’ve had hot dry 80+ degree days mixed in. Now we’re getting cold and blowy days followed by colder nights – closer to freezing.
When it’s cold or rainy or gloomy, I tend to want to be a Continue reading » What’s Guilt Got to Do With It?
Do you ever get stuck in not knowing?
All dressed up, with nowhere to go.
— William Allen White
In September, shortly after school started, one of my must-read cartoon strips, Rose is Rose, depicted each member of the Gumbo family on their way out the front door:
Wage-earner Jimbo purposely strides forth, lunch box in hand – DAYSHIFT FOR THE NEXT 8 HOURS – the caption reads.
Little Pasquale sallies forth wearing a wide grin and his red backpack – THIRD DESK ON THE RIGHT IN MS. HARRIS’ SECOND GRADE CLASS – his caption announces.
And then Rose is seen poised at the door, one tentative foot raised and a blank look on her face – NO CAPTION.
…that is until:
VRROOOM, Rose’s big-haired super biker-alter-ego roars forth on her souped-up motorcycle – WHEREABOUTS AVAILABLE ON A NEED-TO-KNOW BASIS – trumpets the caption!
As I absorbed the first three windows of this cartoon strip I felt a kinship with Rose-at-the-door, destination-unknown… she and me, stalled at the front door staring blankly into the great unknown… I’m stuck in the “not knowing” but unlike Rose, my alter-ego doesn’t seem to be waiting in the wings ready to whisk me forth into a bold adventure. As to my future whereabouts, it appears Continue reading » How to Get Out the Door without Getting Tangled in Your Laces
What’s a body to do when you wake up on the gloomy side of the morning?
When late morning rolls around and you’re feeling a bit out of sorts, don’t worry; you’re probably just a little eleven o’clockish.
— Winnie the Pooh
Today I needed pretty – and that’s why a joyful mountain scene tops this post. You see, despite the fact that I actually slept-in this morning and probably got one of the best night’s sleep I’ve had in ages, my day started out “a little eleven o’clockish” – overcast and gloomy… weatherwise and moodwise… and with good reason I might add. But, be that as it may, overcast and gloomy is “not helpful”.
Not Helpful
I’ll let Timothy Pychyl explain the back story on the “not helpful” refrain: Continue reading » Today I Needed “Pretty”
Our past is a story existing only in our minds. Look, analyze, understand, and forgive. Then, as quickly as possible, chuck it.
— Marianne Williamson
Are you living a script that you never consciously chose? I find that I’m not actually living the script, but that some part of me wishes that I were.
What my parents wanted for me was a conventional life. To them, conventional equaled safe. And safe equaled going to a “good” college, and getting a “good” job. Dad probably assumed that I’d get married, but Mom was so unhappy that she hoped that I wouldn’t. At that point, she thought that happiness meant being Continue reading » Recreating Our Stories
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