"If I could save time in a bottle, the first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day till eternity passes away, just to spend them with you...
But, there never seems to be enough time, to do the things you want to do, once you find them..."
I’ve heard the song a thousand times. I know every word by heart. Yet, I’ve only just begun to really feel the message in Jim Croce’s Time in a Bottle.
Lately, there are days that I’d like to bottle and save because the clock seems to be moving way too fast. I’ve reached a place in my life where I can look back and clearly see how much time has already passed.
In hindsight, I see that much of that time was foolishly spent and carelessly wasted.
I find the concept of time to be incredibly interesting. Much like outer space, time seems elusive and impossible to truly explain.
Modern life is busy.
That busyness often makes it feel like there is simply not enough time. Our full schedules make us believe the common phrases like; the days are too short, there aren’t enough hours in the day, time is running out, time is slipping away, this month is flying by, I’m crunched for time...
I’m sure you can think of a few more.
Yet time doesn’t change. Ever.
A minute is always 60 seconds.
An hour is always 60 minutes
A day is always 24 hours...and so on.
Time stays the same. The seconds pass regularly and with precision.
Human beings are masters at spending time poorly and then trying to blame the clock.
We have little regard for the very important fact that we are not able to get back even one second of time after it has passed.
When I really consider that truth, it stops me cold.
Every single second that ticks past cannot be relived or retrieved.
What a powerful thought. This alone should have us all striving to improve the quality of our time.
Being 50 has shed some new light on my sense of time. I have a new appreciation for this swift moving gift.
I know I've reached at least the middle of my life. That's certainly an attention grabber. And, my three children are in high school. I am so acutely aware that our time together, living as a family of five, is limited.
If I was brave enough, I could actually tally up number of hours left before our nest is empty.
I’m not that brave.
Instead, I’ll focus on the importance of spending my time as wisely as possible.
Like a punch in the gut, I realize there will never be enough time.
I’m acutely aware that my time with the people I love will run out before I’m ready.
The only thing I can do is try to make every moment count.
That’s my plan.
From this second forward...I will do my very best to stay present.
Be in the moment and cherish the Now.
That’s where life happens and it’s the only time that counts.
Please share your thoughts on the mystery of time?
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Sensuality is the enjoyment, expression or pursuit of physical (especially sexual) pleasure. When I think of the word sensuality, I imagine things that are pleasing to the senses...satin sheets, beautiful fragrances, warm, soft knits, flickering candles, sumptuous meals, exquisite lingerie, intimate moments.
Unfortunately, I have a very hard time relating the word sensuality to myself. I’m not exactly sure why, but there is a definite disconnect between how I think of myself and sensual.
Wow. This month just keeps pulling out all the stuff! I didn’t realize how much there is in my life that I'd like to refine:-)
I’ve never felt particularly sensual. In addition, while I’m comfortable with my own sexuality, I rarely feel sexy. For a long time I didn’t really pay much attention to these missing elements in my life. I didn’t view sensuality and sexiness as something I could attain. Therefore, I dismissed them.
Looking back, I definitely felt sexiest and most sensual while I was pregnant. I’m not sure if that’s due to the fact that my body, usually straight and angular, was full and curvy or if it was the incredible empowerment that comes with creating life, but I felt vital and in touch with my sensuality like never before.
When my children were small, I struggled with where Mommy stopped and where Kristen began. It was difficult to turn off the parenting and tap into my sensual side...especially when it didn’t seem obvious to me that I had one.
At different times in my past, I've tried to identify my issues surrounding feeling sexy and owning my own sensuality.
The problem always comes down to a lot of mind noise. Internal feedback about body type, breast size, fitness level, beauty, age...this list is long.
And a bit ridiculous.
I’ve personally known women of all sizes and ages who exude a very definite sensuality. Their appeal is felt by all who come in contact with them. They give off a definite sensual vibe. It’s natural and compelling.
I want that for myself.
Internally and externally. I realize that I need to move away from the voice in my head (in so many ways).
I refuse to believe that it’s too late for me to feel sensual.
It’s time for a sensuality shift.
I’m hoping it’s possible to cultivate a sense of self-love that boosts sensuality as a side effect.
I have several women in my life who possess the quality I’m seeking. I’m hoping they’ll be willing to share the essence of their sensuality and sexiness with me...and that their stories will inspire me to make some internal adjustments.
Externally, I’m positive there are measures I could take that would make my surroundings more sensual.
Here’s where I’m starting...
I’ve begun to actually light the scented candles I’ve been hoarding for years. I work at Anthropologie for goodness sake...I always have access to incredible candles.
I plan to buy some rich body lotion, decant it into a beautiful dispenser...and then use it.
Our home needs a little sensuality upgrade. Again, Anthropologie has a huge selection of linens, blankets, pillows and towels that look and feel incredible. I need to explore my options and invest in a few items that will up the sensuality factor in our home.
I’m currently working on improving the sounds that surround me. My music library has needed an infusion of great music for too long. The time has come to tune into songs that improve the quality of my life.
Undergarments...this drawer needs some attention. For too long, I've ignored the importance of building a beautiful wardrobe from the foundation out.
Thankfully, there are some areas of my life that already feel sensual...
I’m pretty good with mood lighting (candlelight for dinner, every night) and delicious, beautifully prepared meals (Thank you, Matthew).
I could really use your help. If you have tips on feeling more sensual or sexy...please don’t hesitate to share.
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Another day, another R word. Resistance. This one definitely deserves its own post. I’m learning so much as I move through this month. There is no need for me to search for each day’s word. They are appearing with no effort. It’s as if they’ve been waiting to be explored. My soul is feeling heard and I love hearing your thoughts when a word resonates deeply with you. It’s a day-maker to read your comments. Thank you.
A little side note: In my recent NOW post, I mentioned my plan to read Eckhart Tolle’s The Power of Now. After reading that post, a dear friend urged me to purchase a copy instead of checking it out of the library. Trusting her and her passion for the book, I have done just that. Sitting next to me on my desk is my very own copy of The Power of Now. I’ve been reading it for a few days and wish for an entire afternoon to devour it! While I haven’t finished it yet, I can already tell that I’ll keep this one close forever.
Okay, now back to resistance...
A few years ago, I began using the Headspace app. This amazing meditation app combines founder, Andy Puddicombe’s soothing voice (think Jude Law) and straight-up simple guidance on the valuable practice of meditation.
Early in my Headspace journey, Andy Puddicombe mentioned something about our suffering being caused by us not wanting things to be as they are.
I had to stop and really consider his words at the time.
Surely, he must be mistaken.
Maybe I didn’t hear him correctly. There was no way that my suffering was merely the result of me wanting things to be different.
Or was he dead on? 100% right?
It seemed too simple. I struggled with this reasoning...certain that something else was causing the misery I felt in many areas of my life.
A while later, I read the following quote...
It may look as if the situation is creating suffering, but ultimately this is not so – your resistance is.
There was that message again. Hmm.
Sometimes it takes a few thumps on the head before I actually wake up to a new idea.
I became intrigued by the concept of my resistance being linked to my happiness. Intrigued and a little skeptical. I pondered it with a ‘yes, but that doesn’t apply to the huge, ugly, unfair situation that I’m currently dealing with’ attitude.
The truth of the resistance concept continued to show up to me in brief moments of awareness. Slowly, I began to realize that yes, in fact, it did seem that by wanting a situation to be different, I created the suffering in my life.
I explored some of the common things that make me unhappy or stressed...
Physical pain or illness
I kept trying to find an area or situation where the resistance logic didn’t hold up.
At every turn, when I examined an issue I was having, it became clear that I wanted the situation to be different than it was. And therefore, I was unhappy.
This has been one of the greatest light bulb moments of my entire life...
I AM completely in control of my happiness.
I now realize that my mood, well-being and peace of mind are negatively impacted by my resistance to the circumstances I experience every day.
Awareness is the first step. Once I realize that I’m unhappy, I can look to see what I’m resisting. It’s become a game I play with myself...I feel the grip of my mind being unhappy or stressed and then I look for what I’m resisting.
I ask myself, “What am I wishing would be different?”
In some cases, I can then set out to make things different. In other instances, I have no way of changing a situation...so I’m learning to choose acceptance.
The act of acceptance is powerful.
It diffuses the anger or unhappiness and results in a sense of peace.
It is what it is.
That phrase always bugged me. It seems flip and dismissive. However, I’ve come to see that it speaks volumes. Very accurate volumes.
It is what it is works to remove the emotion and resistance from a situation. There is acceptance is the phrase...we are merely acknowledging the way things are...in the present moment.
This too shall pass.
I've never been a big fan of this quote either. (Obviously, I've harbored serious resistance issues:-) Lately my eyes are wide open to the truth in the message. After I’ve accepted a situation (especially one I cannot change or control), I can use these words to remind myself that this is only temporary. Everything changes...including any yucky, terrible, awful situation I may be feeling stuck in.
A giant shift occurs by simply by being aware of my state of mind and acknowledging my resistance to whatever I’m resisting.
Resistance creates suffering. Stress happens when your mind resists what is… The only problem in your life is your mind’s resistance to life as it unfolds. ~ Dan Millman, author of The Way of the Peaceful Warrior
If you haven’t already experienced this aha moment for yourself, I urge you to read The Power of Now. Or watch The Peaceful Warrior.
Or at the very least...try to open yourself up to the possibility that your are causing your own unhappiness through your resistance to the way things are.
Once you deeply consider this truth...I think you'll have a hard time ignoring your own resistance.
What are you currently resisting?
Thank you so much for following along this month. I hope the words I'm sharing are giving you some food for thought as you move through your current decade.
Simply 50- refining life for the next decade
There were too many R words I wanted to explore. I couldn’t choose just one. So, I’ve decided to share my thoughts on a few R words. This post is a bit of a mélange.
The Google definition..."to improve (something) by making small changes, in particular make (an idea, theory, or method) more subtle and accurate."
This is what it’s all about for me this October. My topic for this writing challenge is Simply 50- refining life for the next decade. All month I’ve been exploring areas where I’d like to refine my life. After the first week, my eyes began to open to the many things I’d like to modify and improve. As the list kept growing longer, I began to panic. I felt the clock ticking and was worried I could never actually refine so much.
Then a sweet friend reminded me that I have an entire decade ahead for this project. This is a life change...urgent, but not to be rushed.
What do you want to refine for the next decade?
Rest means to cease work or movement in order to relax, refresh oneself, or recover strength. Sounds important and also dreamy. Right? So why does our society have such an aversion to the concept of rest? After resting, we return stronger and more prepared for whatever tasks lie ahead.
We are all so busy doing that we seldom take the time to rest. Yet, resting is crucial and our bodies know it.
Before I had children, I felt a little guilty when I took a nap. It seemed decadent and self-indulgent. Once I had three small children...I realized that if I didn’t rest, I was useless.
Now, I’m thrilled when I have the opportunity to nap for an hour or more...but since that rarely happens, I’m happy with a power nap. That wasn’t always possible for me, but I’ve practiced long enough that I’m now able to fall asleep quickly and wake up 12-20 minutes later...feeling great!
Our bodies need rest and so do our minds. There are signals, but I often wait too long to listen. Usually a headache or stiff neck will arrive to let me know that it’s time to rest. The silly part is that I always feel better after I finally take a break...so why don’t I remember to rest?
I’ve decided that I need to schedule some non-napping rests periods into my day. Sometimes it’s important to simply stop and just be still. It's good to temporarily let go of all that needs to be done and take a break. (Matthew, I know you are smiling, as you've been telling me this for decades:-)
I find the Pomodoro method helpful for reminding me to take a break or a short rest during the day.
Do you welcome rest periods?
This one is short and simple. It’s time to let go of being right. I try not to hold too tightly to what I think I know, but sometimes I do dig in and cling to my ‘rightness’.
That doesn’t help anyone. Everyone is entitled to their opinion. Unless I’m helping someone with their homework and right really matters...I’m going to move forward without concern for being right.
Do you usually have to be right?
I have lots of thoughts on this word (I’ll save most of them for another post). I believe in romance. I’ve been married for 20 years. Happily. I’ve read lots of books about keeping the romance alive.
None more helpful than this one...
40 Beads- The Simple Sexy Secret for Transforming Your Marriage by Carolyn Evans. I’m just dropping this in here as food for thought. This little book truly jumped off of the library shelf one day when I was looking for new ways to stay connected in my marriage. Game changer. Not for everyone. Wanted to share.
If you know the book, I’d love to know your thoughts?
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If you followed along last year on my Write 31 Days journey, today’s word will look familiar. I considered other Q words for this post. I explored quiet, quirks, quit and in the end, I came right back to quality. So, I’m thinking I must have some refining to do in this area:-)
Companies spend millions on Quality Assurance and Quality Control. We refer to ‘quality of life’ and the benefits of ‘quality over quantity’.
Still...so many of us dismiss the importance of creating a high quality existence.
Do we intentionally choose the opposite?
A low quality existence?
That seems crazy, but we do it.
Somewhere along the way, we decide that we aren’t worth it.
We aren’t worth the good stuff.
Wow. That’s sad.
And it’s a hard habit to break.
I did this for years. In many different areas of my life.
While I have always appreciated nice things, I haven’t always felt deserving of them. Well-made items have long caught my eye. I’m fascinated by fine quality.
I’ve spent many years working in retail, surrounded by some of the most beautiful clothing imaginable. There’s no finer quality than that of a Chanel blazer or an Oscar de la Renta ballgown. Such pieces are works of art. Their elevated quality is unmistakable.
I must admit that I’ve often let my frugal (translate ‘lacking’) mentality dictate the quality of my things.
Somewhere along the line, I ignored L’Oréal’s refrain and the message in my mind became ‘I’m not worth it’.
I regularly settled for the less expensive version of something when the one I really wanted wasn’t actually beyond my financial reach.
I was unwilling to buy the full-priced item I loved if an almost-the-same (but not really), lower priced option existed. Ridiculous, right?
For too long, I accepted very low quality relationships, for the same reason. I didn’t feel worthy of anything better.
When did I decide I wasn’t worth fine quality?
I’m not exactly sure and honestly, it doesn’t matter anymore. My tune has changed and I know this...
I am worth it.
There are so many ways to increase the quality of our lives.
Relationships - Spend time with good people. People who lift you up and make you feel amazing! Recently, a dear soul and I were discussing our intolerance for clothing that itches. She added that she’s no longer interested in having ‘itchy friends’. Brilliant. If a relationship is itchy, let it go.
Homes - Bringing quality into our homes doesn’t have to be expensive. I’d love for my home to resemble a spread in Dwell magazine. And maybe someday it will. But for now, I’ve learned that one high-quality piece in a room can be enough to elevate the entire space. Long live our Eames Eiffel Rocker:-) And even more simply, I find that using good quality sponges and dish towels improves my quality of life in the kitchen.
Wardrobes - Oh, this one’s taken me a long time. I’m finally there. Quality matters in my closet. That doesn’t mean I never buy anything that’s inexpensive, because I do. I’m wearing a $7 Old Navy t-shirt as I type. But...I am very discerning with regards to quality at every price point. There are pieces at Forever 21 that are well-made and pieces that are complete junk. Seek out the good stuff.
Careers - We do our best work when that work is something we truly enjoy.
A quality career doesn't have to be the one with the highest salary. Pay attention to how your work contributes to the quality of your life.
Time - This is really the Holy Grail of quality. We should be striving for most of our time to be 'quality time'. Tweaking and changing things where necessary until our days are filled with real quality time. That sounds divine. I'm in.
Mediocre no more.
I'm using this decade to create my very best life. A high quality life.
Does quality matter to you?
Do you feel worthy of good quality things?
I so enjoy reading your comments. Thank you for sharing what these words mean to you.
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One year when our family hosted Thanksgiving, a guest brought me a gift. It’s a small, shallow bowl with fall leaves painted on it. Written inside the bowl is the word Plenty. I don’t collect much holiday decor, but this little bowl is a keeper. It’s stored safely in a box until autumn arrives and then it returns to a place of honor in our home. I usually fill it with candy corn and smile every time I see it.
The irony of a bowl with the word ‘Plenty’ written where it can only be seen when the bowl is empty, is not lost on me.
The message is powerful.
I often struggle with maintaining a mindset of abundance. Though I always have enough, I repeatedly encounter feelings of lack. I am aware that this is the result of many factors...societal, personal and financial.
Logically and intellectually, I know that I really want for nothing, yet the thoughts remain. The feeling of abundance usually returns after I've pep talked myself out of the 'lacking' mentality. A little dose of gratitude turns me around pretty quickly. In addition, I've seen the Law of Attraction work its magic in this area of my life.
When I operate from a place of abundance...I receive more.
When I operate from a place of lack...I create more lacking.
Seems fairly simple which thoughts I should be cultivating:-)
Plenty is a beautiful word. When I see it, I am calmed. It means there’s enough.
Not too much or too little, but just the right amount.
This week, I’m going to retrieve my little bowl from it’s storage spot. I will place it where I can see it many times a day. With each passing, I will remind myself of it’s simple message and I will give thanks.
I have plenty.
Plenty of time
Plenty of good health
Plenty of love
Plenty of money
Plenty of everything I could possibly need. There is enough.
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This word was an easy choice because it allows me to share one of my all-time favorite books. The Gift of an Ordinary Day by Katrina Kenison. I’ve posted about my love of this book before and am happy for the chance to revisit it again.
I found this book to be incredible. I first read it about 4 years ago and have re-read it at least six or seven times. In this season of my life, this book a treasure.
We seem to learn early on that ordinary is less than ideal. We should strive for extraordinary!
Ordinary often translates as mundane or plain or repetitive, especially with regards to motherhood. When our children are small, the days seem identical, boring and exhausting. We long for something extraordinary to shake things up.
Yet, now...when my house is full of teenagers, I realize that the ordinary is actually wonderful.
The ordinary days are indeed a gift.
It’s as if my kids’ childhoods are freight trains gaining speed. They are each zooming towards the final destination...adulthood. I honestly want to tip a large tree onto the track and bring things to a screeching halt.
Except, I don't really. I want them to keep growing and changing and maturing and reaching. I know that they are moving at just the right speed and I need to simply hang on.
Embracing the ordinary, every day.
As I look back on my early years of motherhood, I can see now that it’s not the fancy days that I miss. I don’t really miss the vacations or special occasions. No, if I could relive just one week...it would be a week of ordinary days.
Days spent in the thick of it with my three small children needing me every waking minute.
Days where I perform the same tasks over and over and over again.
I miss the regular stuff. I often see young moms in restrooms with their littles. Patiently or impatiently waiting, listening to their toddler's tales, instructing about not touching the germy surfaces and then aiding in the important work of hand-washing. It’s those moments I miss.
I’d honestly love one more chance to help my children stretch on tiptoes to reach the running water and make sure to rinse off all of the suds. Funny, I never thought I’d miss that simple act of love.
The ordinary days are where life is really lived.
I vow to not take these present, ordinary days for granted.
I know, all too soon, I will miss them.
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This tiny word is so powerful. It conjures up a single instant and reminds us that the present moment is all that's truly available to us. As a kid, I related to the word now differently than I do today. Then it mostly had to do with the timing of a task or chore that I was to complete. Dinner’s ready, now! Or Clean up your room, now!
Or I experienced now in relation to wanting something. Usually I wanted it immediately or ‘now’.
Today, I recognize ‘now’ as the precious, fleeting moment it truly is.
Now is now.
This phrase could be considered a trite creation of our current social media culture. A battle cry to finally get present! Countless moments are captured and posted #nowisnow.
But the truth is that by living choosing to live in the present moment, we are transformed. Our stress level often drops when we stay focused on what's happening now. Right here at this very second.
It's a profoundly simple concept.
Stay present and you'll always be operating in the now.
I’m guilty of spending too much time in my mind reflecting on the past or entertaining the future. When actually the only moment I can exist in is NOW. By remaining in the present, I'm only dealing with what's happening immediately. I'm not reliving the past or worrying about the future. This approach makes life easier.
My goal is to live more of my life in the present moment or the now. Letting go of the past and not rushing the future.
When Eckart Tolle’s book The Power of Now first came out, I tried to read it. It didn't grab me. I wasn’t ready. I might be now:-) I’m going to put in a request at the library and try it again.
How do you stay in the now?
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P.S. Thank you for excusing my typos and shorter posts. It was Homecoming weekend and I have three high school kids this year. The past few days have been packed full! Wonderful fun, but not much time for writing. I’m trying to stay in the now:-)
I’m a morning person. Always have been. I love opening my eyes to the fresh anticipation of a brand new day. When my children were small, my morning routine centered around their needs. Now that my kids are older, it’s easier to create and maintain a personal morning routine.
I was a bit slow to learn the beauty of sticking with a morning routine. I’d grown very accustomed to the crazy pace of mornings in a house full of littles.
I now realize that how I handle my mornings truly sets the tone for my entire day.
Wish I'd known that when I was raising toddlers:-)
There are two simple things that I’ve begun to incorporate into the first hour of every day.
These practices are helping me to remain more calm and focused regardless of what’s going on in my life.
One is mindfulness meditation and the other is morning pages.
I’ve been meditating sporadically for about five years. There are phases where I’m very committed to this practice. I’m up before dawn and on my cushion, mindful of my breath. Then there are other times when I get completely derailed and meditation falls through the cracks of my hectic life. I’m working to make meditation a non-negotiable. I always feel better when my days include even a few minutes of silence with myself.
Time spent being mindful brings me such clarity that it's puzzling why I would ever allow this practice to slip from my schedule.
I’m getting better about not beating myself up when I lose sight of my cushion and instead, I gently remind myself to return to it as soon as possible.
About a year ago, I read The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron. It's an interesting read and Ms. Cameron gives very detailed instructions on how to begin your own morning pages practice. Her idea of daily journaling involves writing three solid pages, first thing, every single day.
Since the book is about cultivating creativity, I believed this practice was only for ‘writers’. I didn’t understand what positive effects writing three pages a day could possibly have on me, a self-proclaimed non-writer.
Then about three months ago, I read a post by Tim Ferriss, author of The Four Hour Workweek. In the post, he shares his passion for morning pages.
I was suddenly very intrigued by the practice of morning pages.
So, when I purchased my kids’ school supplies, I added a fifty cent composition book to the pile. I decided it was time to try writing morning pages.
I really enjoy the act of writing with a fast pen on a clean page. The flow feels good, especially after so many years of typing on a keyboard.
But, for the first two weeks, my hand cramped terribly before I’d even filled the first page. I really didn’t see the benefit of this mysterious practice. I wasn’t writing anything important. The idea is more of a stream of consciousness, brain dump.
About three weeks into my morning pages routine, something interesting happened.
I couldn’t wait to get to my composition book. I sat down to write without even thinking of checking my phone first.
The act of clearing my head before I start my day is incredibly calming.
Full disclosure...the idea of morning pages is to write three full pages every day upon waking. My version includes coffee and not quite three pages...yet. I’m working towards filling three pages daily. That’s a lot of writing!
The belief is that three pages is long enough to allow you to empty your mind and then go deeper into some really important work. Problem solving, creative thinking, tapping into a higher level of yourself.
Once you’ve dumped all of the surface thoughts in the first page or so, that third page is where the magic happens!
I’m happy to finally have some time for myself in the mornings. My hope is that the combination of meditation and morning pages will bring calm, clarity and creativity to my days.
How do you start your days?
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I feel a chill when I ponder my legacy. I don’t want to think that the end of my life is close, but the reality is that each day is a gift. When I was younger, I never really gave the idea of leaving a legacy much thought. At this stage of my life, I’m beginning to really consider how I want to live.
How do I want people to remember me when I’m gone?
I realize that so much of what seemed important during our first 50 years often pales in comparison to what really matters to us after we turn 50.
This being half a century old is a reality check!
It's time for an interim review. A performance evaluation.
What needs to change in order for me to feel great about my life when I arrive at the end?
What do I want to leave behind?
For me, and I imagine for most people, it comes down to one very simple concept…
How do I spread the most love?
How do I let go of any selfish tendencies that get in the way of giving love to others?
Regardless of what else I accomplish in my lifetime (and there's plenty on that list), the legacy I’d most like to leave behind is one of love.
Love for others
Love for life
Love for myself
Sounds simple and difficult at the same time, but I’m ready to try. It's only been a few days since I wrote about Judgement and Kindness, yet I feel a shift in the way I view and treat others.
It’s actually a little remarkable. Just being aware and acknowledging the times when I fall short, is enough to begin shifting.
Being human is so cool.
As a side note, I’ve also been thinking about the physical legacy that I’ll leave behind.
I recently saw this post on an Instagram account that I follow…
"One day, all your children will have are pictures of you. Make sure you’re in them. No matter what your hair looks like, your makeup or your body. They won’t care about any of that, they’ll just want to see you."
Okay, really? I can’t see through the tears as I type this.
I’m always the one taking the photos of my family. Currently, there are not very many recent photographs with me in them. I don’t mind being the subject of a photo, but I guess I’m happier capturing the image.
I see now that I need to turn the lens on myself...starting today.
I’m hopeful that this will be an easy way to add to the legacy of love I want to leave to my children.
What do you want your legacy to be?
Do you have current photos of yourself?
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