Last week, I confessed to my *serious* problem of not having enough fun. I shared that I’d realized something as I searched for an image to include in the post. Today, I’ll let you in on what I discovered...but first let me tell you my fresh thoughts on fun.
I’ve spent the past several days trying to generate more fun in my life and paying close attention to when I was having ‘fun’.
Certainly there are different types of fun and varying views on what qualifies as ‘fun’.
For instance, I love to iron...so armed with a basket of ‘to be ironed’ clothing and a spray bottle, I can set myself up at the ironing board for 45 minutes of true fun.
Others might cringe at the thought. Just like I do when it’s time to prepare a meal.
It’s all relative.
My idea of fun, might not be yours. And that’s fine...unless we’re trying to plan a fun evening together;-)
The point is, we all have a build-in fun meter. We intuitively know when we’re having fun.
We can feel it. Excited chills, if you will.
I’m deeply committed to finding fun and the accompanying feeling as often as I possibly can. I now understand that this is vitally important to improving the quality of my life.
Okay, back to my revelation...
As I scanned my computer screen for photos to include in last week’s blog post, I noticed something.
Not surprisingly, there were lots of photos of me smiling. Dozens of images with me looking happy.
However, as I considered each picture...what stood out the most was how unhappy I’d been when it was taken. Not mad or in a bad mood, but internally unhappy.
Maybe not ‘unhappy’, but definitely lacking joy.
With a whole lot of hesitation, I went deeper. I wanted to better understand what I was feeling.
I singled out at least a dozen images. I paused and allowed myself to really ‘go back’ to when the photo was taken.
What was happening that day, month, season?
I realized that FEAR was present in almost every single frame.
I was afraid of something in every shot. And looking back now, I realize that I let fear and worry put a damper on hours of what should have been wonderful experiences.
I allowed worry to consume me. My irrational fears ran the show. No topic seemed off limits...
I began to search more frantically for a photo that didn’t conjure a behind-the-scenes feeling of fear. Photos from entire outings and events were bypassed because all I could see was how scared I’d been at that time in my life.
What a waste.
What a sad and sorry waste of some incredible times.
Here’s the obvious kicker….
Do you think that any of what I’d been so paralyzed worrying about actually happened?!
The bills were paid
The relationships mended
The kids survived the sleepover
The water softener was fixed
The rain stopped
To do list, done.
Things worked out.
I’ve spent so many years being overwhelmed by worries.
I’ve allowed fear to permeate almost every single aspect of my life.
Last Friday, something inside me snapped. I refuse to let fear sap the fun from my life any longer.
I won’t allow another photo op to be hijacked by the ‘worst case scenario’ that I create in my mind.
(Honestly, this entire topic makes me angry with myself. And that anger is inspiring real change. How dare I complain of being held prisoner by my irrational, first-world fears. There are people who face terrifying events and circumstances every single day. They are in danger and truly have something to fear. Thankfully, that is not my situation. I am using profound gratitude as a tool to cleanse my mind of old fears.)
As I began cracking myself wide open over the past several years, I became aware that I had this persistent issue with fear. I could tell that worried too much. My first thoughts were usually of the bad, not the good.
My fears seemed to grow from two main roots.
Becoming a mother. I never realized how much there is to fear until I had my children. Overnight, the world became a frightening place.
Having a serious financial setback. Small money worries suddenly became all-consuming. Years later, those fears were still deeply in place, permeating my every decision.
As is the theme for my life right now...I have some work to do to flush out the remaining fears.
I’ve touched on the work I'm doing before...here and here and here.
The time has come to put my fears to rest for good. Syonara! I’m out.
I’ve already done quite a bit of work on letting go of fear. I’ve upended lots of irrational, limiting beliefs surrounding what I fear. This book helped.
Last night, I looked through the old photos again. I was patient and kind with myself and my thoughts. I could actually see how far I’ve come. I realize that I’ve released a lot of past junk. I could spy some really happy moments.
What about you?
Curious about what you’d feel if you looked back over images from the past ten years? Scan your photo file or photo pile and take a look....
What emotion stands out as you recall the moments captured?
Hindsight certainly shed a bright light on this subject for me!
Ideally, I'm now choosing to let fun replace fear. I make a conscious choice to find fun in a situation when I feel fear creeping in. But at the very least I'm calling on gratitude to nudge the fears away.
I’m chipping away at this old habit and it feels amazing.
Letting go of the stuff that holds us back is never easy, but the resulting freedom is so incredibly worth it.
What limiting belief is it time for you to toss?
Thank you for being here and allowing me to share. I welcome your comments...they inspire me and help me grow.
Have a simply beautiful week. Slow down and embrace this month that tends to feel full and frenzied.
And Happy Birthday to my wonderful sister!
I was recently asked an innocent question. A simple inquiry. Embarrassingly, it was one I could not answer. I was in the checkout lane at the grocery store. My typical weekly trip. The clerk was a friendly young man. As he scanned my items, he enthusiastically asked, “What did you do for fun this week?”
Instantly, I thought...what a sweet question.
I pondered. I hesitated. I froze.
I couldn't reply. I realized I didn’t have an answer.
I kept searching my mind for the fun that I’d surely had in the past seven days.
Nothing. I had nothing to offer.
I wanted to cry.
How was it possible that I had nothing to say for myself when asked about the fun I’d been having recently? That just couldn’t be right.
I replayed the question all the way home and for much of that evening. I fully believed that I must have somehow overlooked the obvious fun I’d had.
I even looked up the definition.
noun 1. enjoyment, amusement, or lighthearted pleasure.
This was beginning to stress me out. I couldn’t recall a single event that I would truly consider real ‘fun’.
I’d watched a few TV shows with Matthew.
I’d smiled at some wonderful Instagram posts.
I'd loved connecting with my Anthro family and clients.
I’d had a few good workouts.
Was that enough? Maybe I was being too harsh a judge of what qualifies as 'fun'.
The entire topic has been haunting me a bit since the young chap posed the question. I’m sure I came across as a cranky old woman who long ago gave up on fun. Again, I want to cry.
I want to have fun.
I want to be fun.
So, it’s clearly time for a FUN makeover.
I’m adding this to the parts of my life that I am tweaking and improving in my fifties. This pile is already pretty giant, so I figure what's another self-improvement?! ;-)
(See Simply 50- refining life for the next decade and Simply Now- knowing, learning, yearning for more info on what I'm currently fixing)
As with the other areas that need help...
I believe in starting with an evaluation.
What does fun mean to me?
What activities do I consider fun?
How much value do I place on having fun?
How can I incorporate more fun into my daily life?
I've decided to start with a fun probationary period.
Here's what I'm committed to for the month of December:
Make time for me. Self-care feels fun. I know that when I'm relaxed I'm more fun.
Lighten up. My eyes are now open to my serious nature and my tendency to worry way too much. I obviously need to revisit my feelings about Fear. It's time to up my 'expect the best' game.
Laugh out loud every day. Random YouTube silliness and my very own teenagers are always good for a chuckle. Everybody got time for that.
Accept my own idea of fun. Even if it differs from the norm. Find joy in the moments that feel good. Fun doesn't mean funny.
Remember the fun. By reliving the fun times in my mind, I'll attract more fun and I'll always have a ready answer when asked to recount my recent fun!
This mini-study has made me realize that I’m not particularly lighthearted. I’m not easily amused. It's often a struggle for me to be fun.
However, if I include some common synonyms of fun...relaxation, entertainment, pleasure, leisure...then I definitely have fun most, if not every, day. Whew! I feel much better now:-)
I love naps.
I love meditating.
I love reading and learning.
I love some Netflix and chill with Matthew
I love sharing a meal with my family.
I love time with my friends.
If all of the above qualify as ‘fun’, then I’m good. I’m having fun!
How about you? Are you fun?
What did you do that was fun this week?
Please comment below so we can all learn how to be more fun!
Thanks so much for being here. Your support means the world!
December is my very favorite month!! I'm still working on lots of new stuff for The Together Act...it's exciting and exhausting and actually fun!
Have an awesome weekend!
The top photo is from a million years ago. Matthew and I were babies. I remember that night being very much fun.
The second photo is from a few years ago in North Carolina. I recall someone being elbowed in the eye...but there was laughter and love and pure fun.
As I scrolled to select images for this post, I became very aware of something. I have more to say on this subject, but I'll save those thoughts for another time.
There are so many milestones associated with motherhood. The firsts and lasts keep coming for decades. The firsts are often poignant and easy to recognize. The first smile. The first time the baby sleeps through the night. The first steps. Sadly, some of the lasts are lost in the shuffle. We rarely recall the last time our child nurses or naps or sweetly mispronounces a word.
I think we'd all appreciate some warning that the 'last' is coming.
I wish I’d had some notice before I gave each of my children their last bath. I would have paid more attention. I would have been more careful to keep the shampoo out of their eyes. I would have slowed down. And then I'd have cherished snuggling them close in a warm towel.
I would have truly savored the very task that sometimes pushed me over the edge at the end of a long day.
For nearly two decades, I’ve been warned by the wise women a few strides ahead of me on the mothering trail.
They assured me it would go fast.
They cautioned me not to blink.
Trouble is, it’s impossible to keep our eyes wide open for very long. We have to blink.
You talk with the mother who's attending the spring concert at the elementary school. But your child is still toddling...so it doesn’t quite register.
You listen when another mom tells you about touring the middle school. But your child is in the spring concert at the elementary school...so it doesn’t quite register.
You hear moms sharing tales of their teenager’s prom, driver training, college applications and grad parties. Your child is in middle school...so it doesn’t quite register....
But you can sense that the years are speeding up and while you can almost imagine your baby in high school, you’re afraid to listen.
The firsts keep coming…
And so do the lasts.
Staying present helps. Pause and remember to focus on the Now. Breathe. Whatever stage you’re in...that’s where the magic happens. Don't miss it.
I’ve arrived at another big moment in motherhood. Another first.
Tonight, I become a new version of ‘that’ mom.
I'll be the mom whose child will be ‘home from college’ for the very first time.
Greta hasn’t been in our house since she left for Boston in late August.
(Crazy to think a journey around the world would have taken that long in the late 1800’s:-)
It’s time for her to come home to visit. We miss her.
Before midnight, she’ll be back in our house. And I’ll sleep better than I have in 80 days.
I'm about to join the ranks of the moms who have college kids home for Thanksgiving break.
In the thick of it, each stage seems to arrive slowly.
However, in hindsight...you become ‘that’ mom pretty darn fast. I’d urge you to pay attention when the moms ahead of you share their tales. But, I know you won’t hear their words. You can’t. You’re not ‘that’ mom yet.
I spoke with one of ‘those’ moms yesterday. My sister-in-law.
She's one of the moms who are still way ahead of me.
Her oldest will be thirty in February and that almost 30 year old baby is engaged to be married in September!
Logically, I believe I’ll be there one day...daughter turning thirty. Baby getting married. But I can’t see it clearly right now.
Currently, my focus is on hugging Greta when she comes home from college for the first time!
Stay present and soak up every single minute.
I've never been more excited about Thanksgiving.
I now fully grasp how it feels to want your children home for the holidays!
Just imagining what it will be like when all three of my kids are out of the house...and how incredible it will be to have them all home again even for a few sleeps...brings fast, hot tears.
If you have grown children who will be returning home this holiday, enjoy the time with your babies. I'm happy to be joining your club. I'm one of 'those' moms now.
Thanks for reading. I'm working on some exciting changes for The Together Act. I'll be sharing more over the next month. January is going to be really good!
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving.
It’s the last day of Write 31 Days 2017. Somehow this final post always sneaks up on me. It’s bittersweet. I love the connection of being in your inbox every morning...but the rest of my life takes a back seat while I type. Thank you for sharing this month with me. Let’s finish this!
I’ve always been a dedicated recycler. I’m careful not to litter. The compost bin in my kitchen is considerably larger than the trash can. But even with a bunch of positive practices in place, my family of five produces A LOT of trash.
I’m not sure where we stand in comparison with the average family in the United States. I’d like to think we’re doing our part to keep it the planet clean, yet I’m beginning to believe that we could do even more.
I honestly never gave much thought to a Zero Waste lifestyle….until recently.
I’ve poked gently around the concept of Zero Waste in the past. Primarily because the stories of people who live a Zero Waste lifestyle are so incredible. Their extreme tales of generating only a tiny amount of trash are eye-opening.
A year’s (or four) worth of trash in a Mason jar?
How is that even possible?
It usually takes a real-life example to nudge me into action. I’m inspired by people I know personally, who are making a ‘big idea’ seem attainable.
As is often the case with a new curiosity, once you begin to ponder it...the Universe begins to connect you with people who can help lead the way.
Since September, I’ve met a few such guides.
After listening to their stories, I’m intrigued.
I’m interested in learning more.
I’m ready to get my feet wet.
Here’s what I know at this early point in my research…
You can do more. There is a more Zero Waste option for basically everything in our daily lives. Granted, those options to further reduce waste might not seem initially appealing or affordable or practical...but they are available.
Small steps matter. I believe that every little thing we can do to reduce the amount of trash we create is a win. Begin with changes that you feel you can manage.
It gets easier. Like most change, once you become comfortable with the ‘new’...it’s hard to imagine any other way. For instance, composting food scraps was completely foreign to me 20 years ago when I stayed with a family in France who kept a compost bin on the kitchen counter. Today, I live in a town where compost is picked up on trash day.
Someone knows the answer. Questioning where to start? There great information available on how and why to live Zero Waste. Spend some time online. Research and learn what shifts might be possible for you and your family.
Fun factor. In the process of adopting new practices, you might discover that you love crafting your own lotions and candles. Maybe you awaken your mad ‘thrifting’ skills and find joy in repurposing second-hand treasures for your home. Your kids might eagerly join the Plastic Police and take pride in pointing out alternatives made of wood, glass or metal.
Being resourceful helps keep our creative juices flowing.
Without really trying, I’ve begun to see our trash differently.
A switch has flipped.
Lately, I find myself evaluating everything as it relates to my trash footprint.
In my beginner enthusiasm, I mentioned to my family that I’d like to try some Zero Waste practices in our home.
There’s been some resistance:-)
They were quick to point out our current Zero Waste practices...
We only use cloth napkins
We store leftovers in glass containers
We actively compost and recycle
We bring our own bags to the grocery store
We consume very few processed foods
I assured them that we’re off to a great start...but challenged that we can do even more.
I'd love to add these…
No more produce bags at the grocery store
Eliminate paper towel use
Use handkerchiefs for basic nose wiping
Non-paper gift wrapping options this holiday season
I tossed out a few others, but according to my family, these Zero Waste options are probably never happening...
Install bidets systems on our toilets
Make our own almond milk and almond butter
Make our own toothpaste
"Refuse, Reduce, Reuse, Recycle, Rot (and only in that order) is my family’s secret to living waste-free since 2008!"-Bea Johnson of Zero Waste Home (note: Bea makes Zero Waste look sexy and chic)
In examining the five R’s in the quote above, I realize that we’ve been taught to recycle and compost...but the more important components are found in the first three steps.
Refuse - don’t take the item in the first place
Reduce - use, buy, toss less
Reuse - always repair and repurpose before replacing
The topic of Zero Waste is super far-reaching. It covers basically all the consumer goods we encounter as humans. There’s too much to explore today...I’ve already begun outlining ideas for future posts:-)
My oldest son believes we're devolving.
I prefer to think that we’re bringing back the lost art of giving a hoot.
I’m discovering that small, simple changes can have a profound effect on our lives and the life of our beautiful planet.
Big thanks to Kym Ventola, Founder of NINE for opening my eyes to so many Zero Waste possibilities. FYI...Kym's amazing! You can learn more about her here and here.
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I took my very first yoga class over 18 years ago when I was about four months pregnant with Greta. I recall welcoming the feeling of being really present in my own body. And I loved the sensation of the baby moving as I did the postures. For many years, I enjoyed strengthening my body, mind and spirit through my yoga practice.
Then something changed.
I found myself checking the clock during class. I was impatient. Hot. Tired. Uncomfortable. I wasn’t flowing with the flow.
I'd hit a wall. Yoga wasn’t doing it for me.
So, I rolled up my mat and hit pause on vinyasas. Thankfully, yoga wasn't my only workout. I'd always relied on multiple types of exercise to keep me from becoming bored. I like lifting weights. I tolerate short runs.
I kept active without yoga. And every so often, I’d revisit my mat and discover my heart still wasn’t in it.
I was irritated with myself for abandoning yoga. I live in Boulder. Everyone here loves yoga!
Then I cut myself some slack and gave myself some grace.
Do you, Kristen.
So I did. I turned my focus to HIIT workouts, weightlifting, TRX and running. All good.
And then ...
I attended an early morning, outdoor yoga class with a Rocky Mountain backdrop. Greta made the arrangements and invited me to go with her...calling it a ‘last weekend before I leave for college, mother-daughter activity’.
No matter how I felt about yoga, I certainly wasn't going to miss that opportunity!
That baby inside my womb when I first unrolled my mat, was now an adult sitting next to me on hers.
That spectacular morning, before my first downward dog...something shifted.
I realized that I missed my mat.
Since then, I’ve been doing a little yoga about once a week. At home. Welcoming YouTube instructors into my bedroom.
My current favorites are...
Sean Vigue - He's a bit wacky, but his yoga is solid. Great workout! And he films outdoors in Colorado!
Five Parks Yoga with Erin Sampson. Great variety of vinyasa flow classes. Erin films outdoors in Costa Rica and Colorado.
Maybe I pick yoga videos based on where they're filmed...
Yoga with Adrienne - She films indoors:-( but her channel is well-organized, making it easy to find a video for every type of yoga.
I’m slowly coming out of my yoga slump.
It feels pretty great.
Do you practice yoga?
Have you ever needed a break?
Oh, my goodness. October is almost over! Tomorrow is the final day of Write 31 Days. I can't thank you enough for following along. I welcome any and all comments about this month-long challenge and any of the topics I've shared.
That's a wrap! Write 31 Days is finished for 2017. This challenge gives me a chance to push myself as a writer. And share myself as a woman. Thank you for welcoming me into your inbox each day.
Here's a complete list of the words. If you missed a day or want to re-read a post, they're all linked below.
Comments always welcome.
I'll return to weekly posts soon...
2. Bullet Journal
4. Coconut Oil
11. Impostor Syndrome
12. Jade Beall
13. Jade Egg
24. Self-care (the sexy kind)
28. Wicked Smaht
31. Zero Waste
To be honest, X words are always tricky. I didn't feel like getting creative to make X fit into this Write 31 Days. So instead, I decided to share a few fairly useless bits about me. However, while doing a little X research, I did find this awesome post on Mental Floss, 40 Words That Start With X. It's actually a fun read. Who knew there were so many cool words that really start with the letter X? Probably my English PhD sister:-)
Here are some facts you might not know about me...
Wooly-bear caterpillars remind me of my dad.
My favorite movie is Pretty Woman.
I think praying mantises are amazing.
I’m really good at the game Headbands.
I’m terrible at Clue.
I spread avocado on every bite of pizza.
I take pizza seriously.
I wish I could do a split.
I loved natural childbirth.
I’m trained as a doula.
March is my least favorite month.
I prefer the aisle seat on airplanes.
I love House of Cards, Ray Donovan and Homeland.
My father pierced my ears with a #14 sewing machine needle.
I don’t take enough baths.
I was a cheerleader.
I dream of speaking French fluently. (Here's where I need the X word- XENOGLOSSY. The ability to speak a language that you’ve apparently never learnt.)
I enjoy chocolate cake most when it's in a bowl with milk.
I'm excellent at covering text books with paper bags.
I love olives!
Okay, your turn. Please share something about yourself!
Thanks for being here. Only two more letters....
Today’s post has no particular value. It’s more of a mother’s stream of consciousness. For some reason W made me think of a t-shirt I saw in Logan Airport recently. Printed on the front of the shirt was “Wicked Smaht”...as in Casey Affleck’s line from the incredible film, Good Will Hunting…’My boy’s wicked smaht”.
I love a thick Boston accent. If you crave a dose, I highly recommend an episode or ten of Ray Donovan. Followed by a whiskey.
Once you’ve heard a great Boston accent, it’s impossible to read the words ‘Wicked Smaht’ and not smile a little. If you haven’t seen Good Will Hunting with Matt Damon and the Affleck brothers, I urge you to watch it. Superb flick.
Anyway...13 months ago, I took at trip to the east coast with my daughter Greta. This kid who’d always dreamed of attending college in NYC had exercised her womanly prerogative and changed her mind.
After completing an internship in the Big Apple, she realized that NYC wasn’t her place.
As a high school senior, it was crunch time.
Greta needed new options.
Our 'east coast college tour' began in Boston. The first night of this adventure that was stretching us both well beyond our comfort zone, I introduced her to the above mentioned classic. Good Will Hunting. As we snuggled up on the sofa at our Airbnb and watched this powerful story unfold, I had a sense that Boston would soon become her home.
Fast forward to now. Greta lives in Beantown.
She lights up when she talks about her new city. And though homesickness sometimes makes her heart hurt, she’s happy and she’s where she belongs.
I have two teenage sons at home. One sixteen and one fourteen.
Next year I’ll have a high school senior again.
There will be college tours and decisions.
Peter will pick his town.
There will be stretching and homesickness.
And then there will be one.
We’ll do it all over again.
We’ll know the drill,
but there will still be stretching and homesickness.
I’d love to think it will get easier each time one of my kids leaves home. But the tears streaming down my cheeks as I type this tell me otherwise.
Motherhood is not for sissies.
Greta chose the land of Wicked Smaht.
Right now, I’m not sure where my boys will end up...but I’m sure we’ll find a film that highlights their new place. And I’ll learn the lingo and practice the accent until it makes me smile.
Here’s to stretching and growing and manageable bouts of homesickness.
Okay, mamas...where are you in the process?
What tips can you offer to help us all be Wicked Smaht when it comes to letting our kids go?
Thanks for being here. More tomorrow...
Many decades ago, I first heard the Beach Boy’s song ‘Good Vibrations’. Even as I type this, I can hear the tune in my head:-) The lyrics tell of the good vibrations being given off by a certain girl...and the way the sunlight plays upon her hair.
Today, I’m more aware than ever of the importance of maintaining ‘good vibrations’.
Since I’ve already revealed my current obsession with Abraham Hicks, it shouldn’t surprise you that I pay close attention to my vibration.
Our vibration, or the frequency of our personal energy, has everything to do with our mood and well-being
And if you subscribe to the Law of Attraction, you believe that these vibrations are directly responsible for what's present in your life.
We create our circumstances based on our vibration.
It all comes down to feelings. At any given moment, what we're feeling corresponds with a vibrational frequency.
Feeling crummy = Low level vibration
Feeling awesome = High level vibration
The full-on, deep dive into how our frequency creates our reality is for another post. For now, the image below will give you the basics....
Can you focus in and identify where you’re currently vibrating?
My first real lessons about vibration came from a woman named Christie Marie Sheldon. She hosted a webinar on the importance of learning to raise your personal vibration.
Christie Marie Sheldon's website, Love or Above is named after her belief that we should all strive to operate at the vibrational frequency of love or above.
(Note: If you refer back to the rainbow chart, you'll see that the vibration of Love is 500. Over halfway to Enlightenment:-)
I listened to Christie Marie Sheldon's meditations on repeat. I quickly began to identify my own vibrations by paying close attention to how I felt throughout the day.
At the time, I was struggling with intense anger and fear. I was allowing circumstances to keep me in doubt and worry. I was a mess.
Opening up to the idea that I could (and do) control my vibrations was liberating. I now understand that when I’m stuck in a feeling on the scale anywhere below love...I’m not good.
The easiest way to start shifting your vibration is to reach for hope. Find something to feel hopeful about and you'll be vibrating around 400.
If you can cultivate a solid practice of gratitude, you'll find your frequency move way up the scale. Gratitude has a vibration of 900!
By visualizing the actual vibrational scale, I began to relate how I feel to a place on the chart.
The goal is to hang in the range of love or above. The sweet spot.
I’ve since discovered another way to really identify where I’m vibrating.
Be aware that this method seems a little wacky. But, please don't judge until you try it for yourself:-)
Intrigued by the idea of truly being able to ‘see’ and ‘feel’ where I’m vibrating, I grabbed a wire hanger and two plastic drinking straws.
This video will show you how to make your own.
Here’s what I know about my energy wand practice…
It is impossible for me to move the wires when holding the straws. The wire hanger spins freely inside the straw.
When I use this device to check in with my energy...I can physically ‘feel’ how much better it is to operate at a higher vibration.
By ‘testing’ my mood, thoughts, attitude against the energy wands, I can easily tell (both by the direction of the wands and by how I feel internally) what’s going on with my energy.
I’m not sure I’d have believed it without trying it for myself. It’s the coolest thing! Like a grown-up science experiment.
Please try this one out for yourself and share what you discover! I really, really want to hear about your experience...
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Oh, where to even begin. I’m so utterly and completely intrigued by the Universe that it often hurts my brain to ponder the great unknown. I’m in awe. I love the idea of being a part of something so immense that it has no end. The mystery of the cosmos truly takes my breath away.
I can’t recall a time when I wasn’t mesmerized by the vastness of the Universe.
Since I don't have any plans to travel into outer space, how do I get my fix?
Visit a Planetarium- I’m lucky enough to have an incredible planetarium on the college campus right in my town. I welcome any opportunity to lean back, look up and learn more about the great beyond. Next on my list? A Black Holes show!
Books- I’ve been known to announce that in my next life I’ll be an astronomer or a professor of Quantum Physics. I’m fascinated by all the science surrounding a space I can’t even fathom.
Recently, I read...
The Universe Has Your Back by Gabrielle Bernstein. This book isn't specifically cosmic, but instead explores the idea that there is a Universal force always at work to help us out, if we let it. I love that!
You Are the Universe- discovering your cosmic self and why it matters by Deepak Chopra and Menas Kafatos. This one is filled with incredibly cool facts and explanations! I felt like I was in school again, in all the best ways!
The Milky Way - There aren’t many things I love more than the Milky Way. I vividly recall the first time I experienced this natural wonder. Even though I was shivering in the frigid night air, I couldn’t make myself go inside. As I stood gazing upwards...I was dumbfounded. Breathless and forever changed.
Few things have the power to affect me this deeply. The Milky Way gets me every time. (So does Paris, the view from the summit of a 14er and witnessing the birth of a baby)
If you haven't had the opportunity to see the Milky Way in person, go follow @milkywaychasers on Instagram. Or opt outside. Find a spot far away from city lights. Settle in and tip your eyes up. Prepare for a jaw drop:-)
Wish on a star - How long have I been doing this? Since I was a little girl. How long will I continue? Forever. There’s something magical about sending your wish out into the dark sky and placing your faith in the Universe. Like the classic song from Pinocchio..."When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are...anything your heart desires will come to you."
How do you feel about the Universe?
Thanks for reading. More tomorrow...
Hello, I'm Kristen.
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