A beach poem…
The sand smelled fresh
Not humid, damp, and stale
No food smells permeate
The air cleaned by the sun
The bad ions evaporate by the rays.
Tall stairs to the sky
Overlook the tops of trees
Living there for hundreds of years Guarding the sand and the water.
The dunes are mighty
But can be taken down by man, wind, and their best friend the water.
To continue my ponderings on time I have been evaluating more about the people in my life. Even though there are many people I genuinely care about, I don’t usually choose to spend time with them. Sometimes I’m not sure why. There are times I choose to invest the time and the output results are rejuvenation, excitement and a distinct feeling it was time well spent. On the opposite of the spectrum, if I have a couple encounters with a particular group of people where I don’t feel fulfilled then I start to question whether I should spend any time with them at all. The strange notion here, is typically I don’t look at this from an emotional standpoint, I look at this from purely from an input/ output perspective which makes it feel wrong to me in some way. I am an INTJ, which I think contributes to this issue.
Continuing the ponderings about STUFF – The years before I divorced I had self-imposed a massive purge on the belongings in my house. We lived in a house approximately 2700 square feet and had become the dumping ground for other people’s cast-offs. By the time I moved out, the number of belongings was minimal in comparison to what I owned before. Then the circumstances dictated I move three more times within a short period of time which required more purging. Most of the books still remained!
For roughly the last two years I’ve been living in a house with 4 children (shared) on and off and a husband and we have accumulated the things that are necessary to live in a house and to decorate it. When we began the packing process the boxes started adding up at an alarming rate but without much furniture. The house we rented came with some lovely antique furniture that we treasure while we had the change. I was truly surprised at the amount of stuff we have accumulated.
This is simply one of the systemic cycles I navigate through.
It starts again.
I try to be very conscientious of what comes into the house. To be honest, the last 2 years there have been very few disposable income purchases because there has been no money for it.
So the question of the day is: What is worth keeping?
I believe in resale shops, thrift stores, and Goodwill purchases. I also believe in donating all the purge items when I am in that part of the cycle. However, when you find yourself in a temporary dwelling that is not your own, you do not have the need for furniture and certain household items. To purchase all of it again would be silly when we find our next home. So then comes the dilemma – the consideration is made for what you pay for storage as opposed to how much the items you are storing are worth. Monetarily if I purchased it all at the second-hand store it would cost me more to store it then it would compared to what I paid for it. I do not have an emotional attachment to it either. There is the cost of the time and energy to move these items as well.
Furniture was therefore abandoned.
Let the next cycle of purging begin! I do not want to move all these boxes to the next house!
My question to you today is: What is something you may not have paid much money for, but you are willing to shoulder other costs to be able to keep it?
The concept of abandoning or giving up things has been on my mind in recent days. The big ideas centered around physical items, time, and people.
My thinking has changed over the past several years where my primary thought of value equated with money. Money buys you what you need to live.
It is the simple idea that money pays for items and services you need. I didn’t put time or relationships in the same context of value until I was much older. I had an ah-ha moment while I was teaching yoga. I mentally calculated how many students per session I would need to be able to pay for something I desired. Some items were too many people or sessions. It just wasn’t worth it to me. It actually stopped me from making some impulsive purchases.
Those of you who follow the blog know that I just recently moved again. You also know that I have moved several times over the last 4 years. With every move, I evaluate the value of the items I have acquired.
At this point, there are only a few items I will hold onto forever.
This evaluation has forced me to realize some things are just not worth moving to a new space. The cost of the energy and time outweighs the use or sentimental value of the item itself.
One practice that influenced this idea for me was a reading flare of minimalistic books in 2013. The big idea I gleaned from all the reading was “If you don’t love it, then it shouldn’t take up space in your dwelling or schedule.”
Time and monetary value are often compared. But here is the thought that hit me: You can always make more money.
There are legitimate ways.
There are illegal ways.
There is a dangerous way.
You have to spend your time in some way to make money, usually.
You cannot create more time. You cannot.
If 24 hours isn’t enough there’s no way for you to miracle another hour no matter how desperate you need it.
As an example: Today is July 1st. Those of you who follow and read the blog are aware I moved out of my house in June. As a function and consequence of the lease, I had to be out of the house by midnight. There is no time turner or time travel scenario from one of my short stories where I can wish myself more time.
I think that is the true test of becoming an adult – you realize that time is much more valuable than money. You start to spend it wiser. Here is hoping I use my time and my money wisely moving forward!
Where does this door lead to after you open it?
The photo above sums up how I feel today. I am trying to be in the present moment to enjoy the view and the action of swinging, but I am desperately afraid of falling into the fog of the unknown.
Today’s Affirmation from Savannah Gilbo is:
All that matters is how I spend this moment. As I remain in the present moment, the past and future give way to infinite possibilities.
I wrote about authenticity today in my journal and what that means to me. I am dealing better with the idea of moving. I have to positive frame it or I will be miserable.
Moments I appreciated today:
- I had a nice car ride with my daughter
- I had a nice go cart ride with her too – she drove that time
- I enjoyed a Frappicino at Starbucks purchased with a gift card I won
- I had some time to write in a cafe which I enjoy
- I worked out in a clean Planet Fitness
- Lovely smelling laundry that came out of the dryer
- I took a car load over to storage and didn’t have to unload it by myself
- I had a nice conversation this morning with my husband before the kids woke up
- My husband made me breakfast
- The coffee was delicious this morning
I am about to enjoy the shower that I am about to take!!!
I need to remember that my word for 2018 is BE. Today’s affirmation is a reminder.
What moments were you present today?
Thank you for Two Writing Teachers for sponsoring the SLICE OF LIFE challenge every Tuesday!
This week when I was listening to my normal podcast queue I clicked on Jenny Blake’s PIVOT podcast. This week was especially inspiring and I was super excited to listen. I made a bunch of notes for writing and for projects for students when I go back to school in August. I even started listening to the podcast again which is something I rarely do.
The guest for the interview was Dev Ajula who wrote the book 50 Ways to Get a Job. It isn’t just a book about finding a job but seems to be an inquiry into who you are. I have a reserve on the book at the library and have checked out the website that goes along with the book.
Jenny Blake is also an author. Her book is also called Pivot like the podcast. She has a great newsletter.
There are lots of great parts but one in particular is when Dev is talking about his apartment and making it personal just for him. He had visited other people’s spaces and thought it was appealing because it was more sophisticated or bigger but realized it was fine tuned to the owner. He wanted to emulate this practice so he put his chair in a space where it sits in the sun at 3 pm and sits in it. He also painted all his radiators white. Small things that made a difference to him.
On my blog I write about #everydayhappy. Those little things that just make your day but are uniquely your own. These items or actions spark joy for you.
I asked from friends this question: What makes you #everydayhappy? Little things that spark joy for you? A certain coffee mug? A certain pen?
#Everydayhappy things for me are a favorite coffee mug to drink my coffee in. I also have a certain fountain pen I adore. I love the feeling and writing in a new notebook. I also moved my coffee pot into my bedroom instead of the kitchen.
Carrie: Opening up the windows in my house to enjoy the fresh breeze
Marta: My husband making coffee for me. The dogs resting in the sun. A joyful laugh.
Eva: Perfect song to match my mood coming on, more coffee left in the pot when I thought it was gone, red lipstick
Sarah: Great day texts from co-workers
Rachael: My dog leaning on me as I write
Julie: Sitting under a tree looking up through the leaves at sunlight preferably with a stream running nearby. That or a fresh notebook page…
Marian: calls the pecans out of the mixed nuts “happies”!!!!!
I am @tlbreit on Twitter and you can respond there with your own #everydayhappy ideas or in the comments below.
What are the things that spark joy for you that are personal to you? I would love to read them! I bet some of your are so good I would want to borrow them and add them to my own list.
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Come sit with me and have a cup of coffee and let’s chat!
I am thinking about the question today: What makes me feel most alive? It comes from Emily P. Freeman who I adore as an author and speaker.
After I read this question in her book, A Million Little Pieces I realized I didn’t know the answer automatically.
What I used to think from a couple years ago, and what I think now is gravely different.
Now, writing makes me feel alive. Just the process really. I do enjoy the POWER SURGE from getting published or simply a comment from a reader, but the act of writing is where the joy and life is for me.
I used to say running made me feel alive. Working out does to a certain extent but now it is more of a necessity and tires me more than an elixir.
Reading always makes me feel alive. Always. I love to think about the way that people think and learn something too. Any recommendations for me today?
Most importantly, my husband and my children make me feel alive. The love I give and receive from them compares to nothing else.
Thanks for sitting with me and helping me work through this question this Sunday morning!
What makes you feel most alive? Let’s make this a conversation…
Yesterday I was the guest blogger at Teachwrite. You can check it out here.
All the posts this month are about Summer Writing!
Happy Summering everyone!
I was tagged by the wonderful and amazing A Guy Called Bloke for 3-2-1 Quote with a twist. This time with an Alice in Wonderland theme which I adore! I love Alice and Wonderland and even had a white rabbit tattoo!
Rules: 3.2.1 Quote Me!
Thank the Selector
Post 2 quotes for the dedicated Topic of the Day.
Select 3 bloggers to take part in ‘3.2.1 Quote Me!’
Topic For Today: “Through Your Looking Glass”
Inspired by Finding French Charming
“In that direction,” the Cat said, waving its right paw round, “lives a Hatter: and in that direction,” waving the other paw, “lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they’re both mad.”
“But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.
“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.” —Chapter 6, Pig and Pepper
“Really, now you ask me,” said Alice, very much confused, “I don’t think—”
“Then you shouldn’t talk,” said the Hatter. —Chapter 7, A Mad Tea-Party
My Brief Reflections:
We are all mad in our own ways. How we fit together is really how our own type of crazy matches up! We find our tribes by the type of crazy that interlock like puzzle pieces!
I wholeheartedly agree that is you don’t think, you should definitely not talk.
You’re It! Please post your own 2 quotes about Alice!