Nothing says JOY like the ritual of a fresh beginning. This time of year brings a flurry of bridal showers, graduation ceremonies, family reunions, weddings, baby showers, SCREEEEEEECH…..Did I just say joy? I was really thinking crap.
Because nothing screams dysfunction like inviting ghosts from seasons past to the same party.
No matter what the history is with your college roommate the prude, ex-husband the jerk, or cousin Meg the know it all; remember this is a season for all things new. Obviously, you can’t change others but the new can be YOU!
It’s the largest swine that can’t lift themselves out of the mud, so refuse to wallow in it with them. This can be a season for slush, muck and a heavy layering of proverbial $h*#.
I’m a firm believer there’s no such thing as coincidence. Things happen for a reason!
At breakfast this morning, my friend and I said a friendly good morning to the cook who delivered our food thinking he would give a simple cordial reply. It isn’t often that conversations are started with complete strangers bringing you eggs over easy and rye toast, so his response was almost unexpected. He said he was gearing up for his busy day working hard at two jobs. He offered almost in passing that he was writing a book and working hard to bring his dream of becoming a published author to life.
Writing? Author? Published? Well…this immediately started a conversation about our common goals and interests. After delivering another table their blueberry pancakes, he actually sat down with us and beautifully articulated his vision to inspire youth through his stories about overcoming obstacles and choices. OMG! He inspired us, why wouldn’t he inspire youth? My friend and I were able to brainstorm with this ambitious young man and provided him with ideas that clearly ignited his energy. That’s when you know you’re on the right path.
When your eyes catch sight of your dream, the light reflected is brilliant.
We exchanged information and sincerely mean to stay connected in some way. Even if our meeting doesn’t ultimately change the direction of any one of our lives, it definitely changed our day. And isn’t that what CAN set the course for the next day and the day after that?
Open your eyes and ears to who steps into your path when you least expect it, my friends. It may not be a coincidence!
There was a full moon on my last birthday. A big beautiful glowing pink moon over the Colorado Mountains. I’m NOT a morning person, but something compelled me to barrel out of bed before dawn and catch the sunrise. Couldn’t say why. I just did.
I was ambivalent about this birthday as it’s one away from that number I’m not entirely comfortable with. An age that seemed absolutely ancient when I was in my 20’s; but then again when I was in my 20’s, 38 seemed pretty old too. That thought made me laugh hysterically until tears flowed from my eyes. Then the tears turned into “WTF! When did I get to be this age!?”
I’m too old to party into wee hours of the night. I can’t go to bed without washing my face and lathering on the moisturizer to keep the crowsfeet in check. I can’t wear those sexy little outfits that indicate I’m a carefree spirit; a girl who believes her body will be this firm forever, and believes life is full of possibility and “it’s complicated” is a way of life.
I’m too young to be in bed by 8:00 watching Family Feud. I can’t go to bed without washing my face with an expensive salicylic acid cleanser to keep my zits at bay …followed by the expensive wrinkle serum…..what the…..whatever. I’m too young to wear knit pants with a matching sweater set and comfortable shoes. I’m not quite yet the woman who is a lover of all things uncomplicated because she knows life is too short for ridiculous drama.
Mature women speak of a time when the phrase “I am who I am, and you can take me or leave me”, becomes crystal clear. I can’t wait to get there because these years of transition are confusing me. I’m not sure I truly know who I am….
But on that birthday morning, as I sat watching the sun rise on a brand new day on one side of me, and the full moon high and majestic on the other, I realized God was showing me the wonder of being right smack dab in the middle. That the only difference between the beauty of youth and the beauty of age is relatively subtle.
It’s a matter of perspective. And that, my friend, is what they call the beauty of wisdom.
Note* My birthday is in November and I’ve been sitting on this writing for weeks now. I want to give a shout out to one of my favorite bloggers who inspires and entertains me daily. One of her recent topics is not so coincidentally similar, after all, great minds think alike!! She does it much, much better though.
My wish for you in this coming year is that you won’t overwhelm yourself with a resolution that smacks of “should”. I encourage you to choose one WORD that can be your guide. Perhaps the word has already chosen you!
Let this word full of concept influence your decisions, your responses, your outlook, your mood and your plan for 2015.
How is it when you’re getting married, you see brides around every corner, or when you’re pregnant, you’re suddenly surrounded by every pregnant woman within a 30 mile radius. Our minds are so charged and laser focused on our ring finger or our blossoming bellies that we can spot another shiny bride or zone in on the glow of an expectant comrade like a metal detector at a hardware store.
Maybe it’s that same phenomenon happening now.
I’m charged by how many people I’ve come across that have been hearing voices.
Not those creepy whispers that freak you out in the movies, but the light, airy voice of your Muse inviting you to find your passion.
I recently went to a wine and paint party. You know the ones. Enjoyable, but the pressure to produce a reasonable replica of the actual piece is brutal!
I was excited to get started when I saw the painting we would recreate (once the proper amount of wine had been ingested). A full moon and a purple sky full of stars; some of my very favorite things!
The cool “hippie” chick sitting next to me immediately asked if she could use different colors. Really? She must be an artist, I thought to myself. Who else would be brave enough to purposely lead such a rebellion?
She boldly stated that she had no idea what she was doing, but wanted to shake up the color scheme. I can’t pinpoint the exact moment I decided to break the rules with her, but somehow I went from a night sky to a new day dawning, the moon was now a rising sun and I even ADDED elements that weren’t in the original painting. Oh. My. Gawd.
I brought my original artwork home (I just referred to it as “original” and “art”!), and I actually added even more to my creation. It’s a multi-media piece, and yes, that type of art has been around for many, many years, but I’m just now paying attention to it… so who cares?
A few weeks prior to that, I had rediscovered one of my favorite artist’s website and was inspired all over again by her work. It’s poignant, sweet, whimsical, uplifting and healing all at the same time. At first I just wanted to BE her, but I soon began to realize that I could be ME doing something similar! I already create a line of cards and prints digitally, so why not take it to the next three dimensional level?
I’ve always had a creative desire, but I would always shush it and send it back to bed. Too many other responsibilities to indulge in those kinds of things. But during this last year and a half, the voices have been far too loud to ignore. I opened an Etsy shop to showcase my cards. I’ve created more than one hundred, but I’ve only stocked the store with a few so far. It’s very, very small, you might even call it an online closet, but the fact that I opened it is a HUGE step! I started writing a novel (wha???), and now I’ve taken up painting/mixed media art!
My voice is no longer playfully sing songing, it’s shouting at me like an enthusiastic coach with those little bits of spittle diving toward his pumped up, eager players in the locker room. It’s no longer a desire, but a NEED to self-express!
And I’ve noticed so many others are hearing their voices too! Friends, favorite bloggers I follow, social media acquaintances, the stranger who started a conversation in line at the post office. People are starting their own business, their own non-profit organization, their own practice, or writing a musical! The heavens must be pleasantly chirpy these days with all this calling going on!
Maybe it’s just my focus. The same thing as when I was expecting. But this time I’m definitely zoning in on everyone who’s pregnant with anticipation, about to follow their heart’s desire and give birth to a dream.
Suddenly the sound touches my heart unleashing my passion for life. I applaud the song, the rhythm that is you, for inviting my soul to dance.
I had a riveting dream a couple of nights ago that included a co-worker, the local grocery store manager, a helicopter, a paramedic, a blanket e-mail, Jennifer Lopez and Oprah.
It’s very complicated to say the least, and wouldn’t make a lick of sense if I tried to tell you any of the details. But despite the awkward symbolism, the dream’s beautiful message to me was clear. That people from our past remain in our mental “rolodex” for a reason. If they’ve earned a place in the registry of our memory, it’s because they’ve added something of value to our lives. Elizabeth Gilbert has a philosophy that it’s these people, the ones who “come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave”, that we call true soul mates.
There are individuals we meet who change us in a most exhilarating, exciting way; and there are those we learn from quite begrudgingly. Right alongside the cordial souls that invite ours to waltz in the rain, are the ones that carelessly twirl into our sphere and force us to jitterbug our way around the mud puddles.