Thursday, December 31, 2009
Another year waiting for our entrance. Remebering time does not know we exist and the minutes will tick by with or without our awareness. Considering I sleep a fourth of a day, I really need to focus on good choices for me the other 18 hours.
10 Things to place on my list:
1- Be happy and content This will mean putting aside whinny thoughts and accepting things I cannot change. Finding humor and acceptance in things that annoy me. Realizing we all take this journey through life differently. Understanding we are all children of G-d. The same one that loves me, loves you.
2- Grab happiness as it passes by or create happiness each day. Unlike #1, this is not reactionary, this is creative. Do something that will make me happy for a moment or hours, each day.
3- Carefully think about what I will eat and drink the day before. Planning to have the things that I like to eat or good substitutes. Focusing on the relationship of nutrients, calories, and satisfaction. Incorporating more fruit and veggies in my palate.
4- Maintaining hydration. Water is my friend and favorite drink. But too often I drink my water after a meal rather than before. Especially need to water -up first before foods that make me thirsty, like tomato sauce.
5- Balance. I need to plan balance in my life. Family & Friends/ Work & Obligations/ Calories & Activity/ Tolerance & Cynicism/Learning & Mindlessness. There is a place for all these assets, one should not overshadow the other for any long period of time.
6- Economic stability. Making good choices with the resources I have. Carefully planning in this questionable time. Accepting things I cannot change and tackling the things I can control. Saying NO to spending that does not belong in my budget or reponding to someone elses poor planning.
7- De-clutter. There is always a closet, cabinet, attack that needs some pitching attention. My trash could be someone elses treasures. I like empty spaces and I hate to dust. I detest clothes or shoes bunched up on a retail rack so it should never happen in my home...or car..LOL OK one a month.. I will make a seperate list.
8- Watch my tongue! Good grief I can be cynical, opinionated. Sometimes I really verbalize my thoughts too quickly, but I never mean to be hurtful. Now being witty and fun is ok..
9- Buy some new clothes. I just hate to buy clothes.. I wish someone would shop for me but I really am not interested until I give more effort to #3. Then I will get a good shopper to go with me and perk up my wardrobe.
10- Finish a project or abandon it. No hibernating things I want to get back to but not interested in. If it is something someone has requested from me that I have begun, then I must finish it. If it is something I begun and don't like..pitch it. Project list are gardening , knitting, painting, sewing, etc. No more I will get to that later.. No hibernating "someday".
Well this is a doable list of 10 for 2010.. Some overlap nicely and all are geared to make my life less complicated with extra baggage of all sorts..
Hope to give a progress report..maybe that will be # 11
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
A few years ago I bought my husband a handyman's black baseball cap with LED lights in the bill to shine on projects. Not sure why I bought him this since I do all the handyman work at our house, but I found it cute and cool. Needless to say he set it aside and preferred wearing his various golf hats.
Being in the hot south, I frequently walk in the early morning and late evening to avoid the broiling sun when it is a milder 86F. Not wanting to tote a flashlight, I grabbed the little black cap, clicked on the LEDs, and relished in my cleverly lit path. The neighbors, newspaper boy, and police all know it is me as I appear from darkness with my little lighted cap strolling down the street. As for me, I get to see the pine cones, branches, potholes and occasional snakes that share the road with me. This is a truly treasured spotlight like no other....Until today..
After an unexpected fun week of loads of unexpected house guest, a disabled computer, and the heated throws of a restaurant business during the peak of summer..I finally got to log on today. My email was overflowing with the usual "deletable" stuff however there was an unusual amount of Spark Messages from so many friends I have yet to meet or even speak with. Friends non-the-less because we share the community of Spark. I am completely humbled to be recognized and "spotlighted" as a motivator.
I came to Spark because I just got too fat for my breeches. I stayed here because I accepted accountability for my own behavior, was given a vast amount of tools to track my actions, and gather an ever growing bevy of friends to share the path.
I am extremely independent but I love to be part of a TEAM. I have found the best Teams to keep me accountable, motivated, innovative, creative, and all the other positive "-atives" necessary to keep coming back each day. The friendships here imprint on my heart as effectively as my footprints on the streets.
I have to get back to work now, but tonight after work, when I pop on my cap, step out onto the street, I may not need those LEDs..The beam of pride for this honor from Sparks will make my path brighter.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
I love to walk. It is my favorite "Chill Out " pass time. And for years I walked all about town. The people began to ask me "How far do you walk?"
Gosh , I did not know. What difference did miles make? I walked 45 minutes or 2 hours some days. IF I really had the time I walked 4 hours. I had no clue the distance, because it was so unimportant to me. The AMERCAN HEART ASSOCIATION did an article stating we need to walk a minimum 22 minutes a day at one time. Distance had no meaning. Because the distance never changed. The terrain sits there every day, streets, byways, fields, blocks etc. Walk it or not. It is a given. It is there waiting for that foot step. That intimate connection of "Welcome, I have been waiting for your footprints. Let's leave an impression." The impression was made in my memory and sometimes aching muscles. But the memory of this familiar terrain became more and more my friend.
My goal was to take whatever the terrain was and walk as much as I could in 30 minutes, then an hour , then in 3 hours. I never considered distance.
IT WAS ABOUT TIME. It was about connecting to my neighborhood. It was a communion of my footprints on this space called home. It was about finding the exotic in the mundane and familiar space of home.
I found joy in the goofy bugs that only come out once a year in a particular blade plant on 38th avenue. I got to know the beaver that lives in the ground cypress on the corner of 28th and Duffy road. I know the garbage can and pelican door mat belong to unit 14 on the golf course. When it was blown down the street on a windy day, I was able to take it where it belonged. I know the house on Golf View got new shutters, the people next door got a new car. I watch the children get off the school bus and the bus driver give a wink and a wave as she rounds the next corner. I hop over the curbs as the tourist pour into town during season. I dodge frisbees, baseballs, and surf boards as I walk down the beach in summer. During the winter, I find the vacation homes empty and shuttered for the winter, waiting for spring and the joys of vacation. But sprinkled among the empty are year-around families, with lights and activity.
The streets and beaches, marshes and trails wait patiently for me to take my walk, to leave my print. The distance never changes only the time I take to walk it.
My first commitment to Walk daily, I went armed with a pair of sneakers and a watch. I noted my time when I began and walked my goal of minutes. It was several years later that I decided to check the distance. I gauged how far I walked in 10 minutes by driving it in my car. Then when people would ask me "How far do you walk?" I could tell by the increments of time. Now I have GPS, MAPMYWALK, PEDOMETERS..I can answer this question to the 1/100 of a step..The pressure to walk 3 miles, 6 miles, 8 miles is often overwhelming. So now I am back to focusing on walking with time. 45 minutes, an hour, 2 hours etc. What framework of time I have to give, I will walk
My equipment is simple: a pair of sneakers, a watch, and the doorknob..
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
To like to walk. I would love to be retired having the time to walk everywhere I needed or wanted to be. But I have to sneak it in early morn or evening, occasionally afternoons. When I don't walk my arthritis is worse, my back hurts, my legs ache. But the heat this year has been off the mercury limit. i had a lucky 3 week break going to Nova Scotia Canada..Ahhh warm days, cool-need-a blanket- nights..Not to mention fabulous views of mountains, ocean. I watched whales off shore, moose in fields and lakes, bears in trees and on rocks. Wonderful..
Then home (Yes my favorite bed) And the most incredible humidity I feel compelled to blog. Before I walk 20 steps I am soaking wet and have already drank 1/2 of one of my 2 bottles of water. Ok, so I have money in my pocket I will walk by the gas station and buy another bottle..By the time I got to the marsh only 3 miles I have drank most of three bottles of water.
So I go into yards and sneak water from faucets. I stop by pools and fill bottles from showers.
I have eyed my garden hose and wonder how many feet I need to just turn on the water and drag it along with me. I could only walk 150 feet. But I could then plug it into the next house and go farther, and so on..Incredible the things I think of when I am walking.
I think of my sister who fainted this weekend after mowing her grass. She blames the heat and humidity. Well she is older than me. 16 months. Today is her birthday. She did not get a gardner for her birthday but she did get an ipod to listen to when she cuts the grass next time..LOL Happy Birthday Frankie. My sister, My friend.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
MY WINGS ARE SNEAKERS
All over the yard and neighborhood the birds are busy.
Birds have so many wonderful features. They have feathers, which are so very different than hair. They have nice hard beaks to punch holes and crack seeds.
They have brilliant songs with voices that carry farther than our own voices. And best of all, they have wings. When they need a new twig, no problem, up to the highest treetop, snip what they need then a flight back to the bird nest. When they want a better view, out spread the wings and up to the phone wires. The most amazing mode of transportation which the entire animal population envies. To be able to spread my arms and soar across the sky then lite on the tiniest branch with grace and balance is like no other specie. This is the birdís gift from God. To me, he gave Brains in my Head, and Feet in My Shoes. I can steer myself any direction I choose. Until my mode of transportation is feathers, my wings are in my sneakers and I will walk.
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