Hello everyone ! Have a wonderful and safe day 🙋🏻 As a human being… Everybody in this world has a deep longing for love and affection. From the new…Trapped emotions: Time to let go! 🙌
Why in this space, why in this place,
Every day, mostly, begins with a teaspoon of dread,
Bitter taste, I expect, frozen, paused, not wanting to begin, eyes closed tight,
Heart, mind, racing, images flash through in quick secession,
How to get through, how to go through these moments to begin the day?
Especially when I’m alone, it’s hard to see in those moments, the path, where my steps will lead,
It’s in these moments that I resolve to have faith, but in what? I call it God, pray to a god, to help me take those steps,
“…Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive others…”
First steps of the day the hardest, taking that first sip the most difficult, even fleeting sleep fads quickly away,
All the same I resolve with just a teaspoon of faith, to go forward, forward,
Resolve to do at least a little, at least my best, only my best I can do,
Words coming, spilling through me,
Resolve to do and share and be me,
Just me, just for the next hour even, just for another day, once again I find,
A little faith, and I go forward, again.
I’d seen her in Sports Illustrated editions during her hay-day, knew she was from the Czech Republic originally, but never knew anything about her really, never heard her interviewed.
What a clear and strong voice she has! She turned plenty of heads as a supermodel, but I think her words and perspective can have a positive and lasting effect, far greater…
Thanks. Paulina, fun discovering you, and glad to find you~
This is a must for optimum, long-term value and operation of an organization.
Critical, tactical work. Keeping the production going forward.
Deep work. The thinkers who design and decide the paths of the business.
All skilled labor. All who bring their unique abilities to bear to further the objectives and goals of the organization.
All labor valued, those who keep the organization together as it churns along.
Back when I started at the company under which I’m currently employed, we were in five
buildings near each other in a sort of quasi cul-de-sac.
My buddy and I would sometimes walk together between buildings, as was necessary depending
on what had to be done; different departments were housed in separate buildings.
And my buddy would take different paths at different times, and depending on where he was going; at the time,
I remember thinking it was interesting, the diffrent routes. He called them “goat trails”, I think.
I find myself still using goat trails — different routes from A to B — to get around, even though the company is now in one larger building that fits everyone.
I especially like to use the stairs, even though most of my work activities happen one the first floor.
The stairs provide a bit more exercise, which I definitely need. Also adds steps, to help me toward my daily goal of 10,000 steps (and 10 floors).
Walking every hour (necessary to reach to goal) doesn’t take long, gives the mind a little micro-break, and is good for your health all around — physical and mental — nothing better, I’ve found.
Keep going, however you can, I think that’s the message. FORWARD.
What exactly do I write here?
Good question, good question.
Sometimes it feels like a public writing journal, jottings and random and drafty, not too polished,
I know my intent overall is to share positive energy, on a good day actually inspire some, maybe a lot,
To do good, help others, think differently, more inclusively,
And it’s mine, as long as the blog stays alive, my very own to share,
I’ve been thinking of late, when I’m older, on in years,
I’ll front-load funding this site for a block of time after I’m gone, so I can linger on a bit like an old, dusty book.
I think that’s what I write.
And it makes me happy.
Yep, that’s it in a nutshell,
So many different references this simple phrase represents; it all boils down to a parameter. That which you don’t want to cross.
Looking back to Monday, it was a company holiday, but I’d been thinking about doing a little work anyway as a primer for the week.
I resisted. I drew the line at working on a paid holiday, so decreed by my employer.
But lots to do, lots to do…then I think, I could work 24/7 and it’d still be a big hill to climb…so much, but also only so much to give for work, to the churning machine that never sleeps…
So I doubled down on kids time.
And I did a few things around the house; still plenty to do there as well; constant swirl it feels like there too.
And more kids time.
And now the weekend, another chance to draw the line; kids grow up fast, the time with them is precious, truly precious…and so draw that line for them.
Pretty happy about that line.
Pretty darn good.
Looking in the rear view, how the work week started…
Back at it Tuesday, not before,
Scribbled down in the small hours the morning prior,
Draw a line in the sand and say:
“Not yet. This is still my time, for me, my well-being first, my health, mental, physical, me.”
To be selfish in these small hours, a little more for me, pause, rest, sleep,
I’ll be back at it, full on, Tuesday but right now,
A little more for me.
Personal Life, Home Life, Work Life, Social Life, Service Life, all we do, how to do?!
How to balance, prioritize, attend,
Say Yes, say No, how and when, when when when?
Find the bits, find the time, find it within yourself each hour, each day,
For all you do, all the demands and pulls and sense of need,
How to find the time for all that needs us, all the draws, flawed thinking,
That we can do all of it all time, no no, find blocks of time, bits of time,
Like now, for all of it, for you, and it’s enough,
As the new year gets under way I recall a couple days back, standing in my garage, listening to the rain subside, looking out through the door to the darkness in the backyard.
There I was, shapeshifter, projecting forward, writing about the past. My own little take on shape-shifting, maybe more seer forward, looking back.
Is it normal, this behavior? It’s my normal, that’s for sure. A seer, seeking…what?
Is it normal, going to bed at eight o’clock at night? It is for me, planned to get up three hours before the sun…
…but too, my easiest, cheapest, most available coping mechanism, slumber, dear slumber…sleep, deep I pray, deep.
I consider a piece I heard about teachers battling in the second year of Covid; their words ring true to me, struggle, without end it seems, but also resolve.
This truth is at the core, their resolve to see it through, this difficult time, thru.
Is it normal to buckle down? For how long? Not clear, no no, not clear.
This through-line for me: lean-in, keep going, keep learning, be open, take care of yourself, find the little bits of joy to sustain along the way…
In work, parenting, marriage, divorce, all relationships, regular everyday, big things, little things, finding inspiration, waiting through the times of feeling stalled out,
Is it normal to feel all this? I think so.
I think it’s called life.