Life has a way of grabbing my attention and reminding me daily of what’s important. Loved ones. Health. Friendship. Family. Compassion. Laughter. My lovely dog companion. Creativity. Nutrition and exercise. Meditation. Generosity of spirit. Appreciation in the moment. When I become distracted by the trivialities that numb this awareness, I oftentimes find myself feeling confronted . . . or greeted . . . . by a Change of State. Confronted or greeted? How I determine Change’s perceived benevolence factor is how I shun or welcome it.
The other day I found myself frozen in a moment of experiencing a Change of State. Frozen. It was inevitable that a new paradigm was opening its doors to me. And I was immobilized with fear.
The stealth speed Continue reading
Greetings, lovelies. Today is a great day to Choose You.
- Grab that key.
- If you can’t find the key, teach yourself how to pick a lock.
- Open the lock and swing the doors wide open. You might be surprised to discover that you have actually, all this time, been the one who has been locked inside — not the other way around, with all this time thinking that your dreams are the ones that have been locked up and inaccessible.
- Step outside into the world of possibility and let your hair flow in the fresh breeze.
- Open your arms and embrace the many opportunities that are all around you.
- There are so many that are designed especially for you. For you. Believe.
- Step forth and choose. You only have to choose one to make a difference in today. Like choosing a puppy from a darling litter of adorable choices, pick the one that picks you.
- Nurture your choice. Let it know that it is loved. Feed it, water it, walk it, clean up after it.
- Groom your choice. Brush it, bathe it, pick the sticks and burrs that get stuck when it is out running around and exploring.
- An opportunity is a choice. You are worth the time and care that making the choice to choose you requires to nurture it. Love who you are. Believe in yourself. Choose well.
Life is full of surprises. All sorts of surprises happen every single day. I went down to the laundry room this morning and was surprised to see cat kibble spread all over the floor. The cat was inventive throughout the night and discovered for the very first time in her 14 years of life that repeated clawing at a tough plastic-fiber cat food bag will spell e-u-r-e-k-a! Needless to say, when she began her morning yowling for “More food! More food!” it was her turn to be surprised that she wasn’t being fed on demand — her rotundness being particularly pronounced after her Midnight Kibble Party.
Then it occurred to me that the cat must have been incredibly surprised to discover that my sense of feline-nutritional guilt had kicked into gear when ordering her cat food this last time: I had just switched to a different brand to be delivered — a much healthier option over the cheap, grocery-store brand that I traditionally buy. And then it was my turn to be surprised to discover that she actually liked the more healthful version over the super-cheap version.
All of these surprises. Anais Nin wrote: “Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.”
And as Tony Robbins says, “Good surprises we like . . . but bad surprises we call problems. Good point. Surprises, like friends, represent “a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.” I believe that how I embrace or deny surprises in my life defines my life in some small measure. Am I open to an unexpected moment? Or am I hunkered down, waiting for the storm to pass until the sky is predominately blue?
If I were to view surprises as friends that add depth and meaning and flavor to my days, then I would welcome them with open arms. All surprises . . . the good and the bad.
There was one final surprise regarding the Magic Cat-Food-Bag-Turned-Feeder. I had been surprised and a bit alarmed to see how much food had been consumed by my dear old cat while I was unaware that there had been a breach in security . . . only to discover that my 8-pound dog had been partying with the 17-pound cat — inhaling kibble with the best of felines.
The moral to the story? Do not leave temptation in the presence of an ever-hungry cat and a fairly-smart dog. The other moral? Be open to surprises. What I perceive to be a less-than-stellar surprise (aka “problem”) could morph into an amazing journey that leads to “a new world [being] born.” One never knows when one might be daydreaming or waiting in traffic or lending a hand to someone or doodling in a journal or taking that risk or enrolling in classes or standing in line . . . and encounter a world of incredibly wonderful surprises.