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Reached the Halfway Point on my #100DayProject 2020

Yes, I am 50 days into my one hundred days long art project akamy 100 day challenge aka 100 days of Shalagh. I am halfway through. Honestly, the habit is established in the first two weeks .Reached the Halfway Point on my #100DayProject 2020 on shalavee.com

After that it becomes a given. Up to that point, you may play mindgames with yourself about whether you will finish or not.Reached the Halfway Point on my #100DayProject 2020 on shalavee.com

Once you stop that and just show up unquestionably for a length of time, you become your own superstar.

Reached the Halfway Point on my #100DayProject 2020 on shalavee.com

By the end of the project, no matter how many of your pieces you think suck, you can revel instead on how much you showed up for you, how worth it you are.

Reached the Halfway Point on my #100DayProject 2020 on shalavee.com

And that is worth it. So worth it.

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Inspired by Maria Shriver’s Sunday Newsletter

I love the inspiration of the online world. The ability to pick how and who you want to be stimulated, inspired, and changed by is under-celebrated. To have the choice to gravitate towards like minds and turn it back inwards when you’ve heard what you needed, that’s an amazing opportunity. I have been inspired by Maria Shriver’s Sunday newsletter during this lockdown period and yesterday’s edition had me thinking per usual.

Maria was out walking with her friend Simon and someone she met posed the question, what three things would you change if you could ? While Maria knew she needed some time to think, her friend “Simon’s three wishes popped out immediately…

One, that we become better listeners in business, in politics, and in our homes,” he said. “Two, that we commit to service, and that people start to do more for others, with no expectation of anything in return. Three, that we commit to human relationships, that family dinners become important again, and that we spend more time with our friends—without our phones present. I hope the balance of how we communicate tips away from typing and back in favor of talking.” She tells, then he added another wish. “Four, that America leads again with virtue and values, not might and money.” Maria was excited about the alliteration. So am I.

I really liked the concept of being of service to others without need for reciprocity. I’ve seen this during this crisis and I personally think it’s always been here. It’s just that the news doesn’t report nice news. Yes, we’ve definitely returned to the “family values” agenda, like it or not. Now Thanksgiving isn’t the only time you have to endlessly suffer your family. But what’s happened from this that we’ve truly been missing, ironically, is how we’re talking to one another through the very devices that have separated us in “normal” times. We’ve been communicating by “facetime” because we need to be seen and heard by each other, not just talked at.Inspired by Maria Shriver's Sunday Newsletter on  shalavee.com

Then Maria Shriver followed up with these thoughts. “I know that when you feel deeply valued, deeply loved, deeply seen, deeply understood, and deeply heard, then you are able to move through the world completely differently. When you feel that way, you intrinsically desire for everyone else to feel that way as well. You will do whatever you can to make it possible for others, one person at a time. ” That is the definition of purpose and of love. I am excited by the intense understanding of one’s worth this implies. I understand that deep and positive communication gets you an understanding of your value, where and how you belong. I understand that’s what faith gives people. I think you get it when you get it.

I am pondering the thoughts of these people and appreciating their words having moved me. And I would like to move the energy of inspiration onward and outwards. Being in a place to give the best of yourself unselfishly is a good place to head for. Feeling though to a destination where you understand what you are meant to pass along to the world is nirvana. And it’s my dream to have that kind of unwaivering faith in myself.

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Resistance/Horror vs. Acceptance/Change

This Corona Virus pandemic took we normal people for a ride we didn’t see coming.  Surely it was an inevitability to the scientists who understand these things, but to the rest of us, this felt like another broadcast of the War of the Worlds. And we met the onslaught of information and commands with resistance and horror. We all get that feeling that it won’t be us, we hate to not be in control, and we are such creatures of habit that the grief of this change was ridiculously hard on us. Not to mention, the source that was giving us information was untrustworthy. 

And now, almost three months later, as Summer is about to start here in the US and we’re already feeling in the swing of being off, there’s a switch inside me wanting to be flipped. I am tired of having to be purposeful, responsible, productive, and protective. Tired of misery and abstinence. Of being bad guy teacher, dietitian, and sterilization maid. I am ready to adopt a new normal at my house.Resistance/Horror vs. Acceptance/Change on Shalavee.com

As it seems obvious, we are still in need of being extra careful out in the world. The strongest caution is we don’t need to be spitting in eachother’s airspaces. But walking and talking 6 feet from one another is highly doable and pleasurable. Hugging with masks on and clean hands is probably a great thing. We need to adopt our own guidelines of acceptability and safety. And not judge others for theirs. I’m ready to make a to do list of all the fun and creative things I want to accomplish. I’m tired of being the old me. 

So as we move into acceptance that this will all be different and kinda sucky for a little while longer, why not try to actually head for the fun. Stop trying to continue to live the life you used to lead and start a new one. Make a to do list of creative and fun things to do. We are alive afterall. Let’s celebrate that. And let’s embrace our gift of life by enjoying it. Let’s be less what we used to be and more of what we want to be. 

Be the change since it would truly seem there are no better choices. What else can we lose?

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Safe for Just Five Things

Another word for my Just Five Things course, Safe. These are my first five immediate thoughts on this word.

As a woman, my first struggle with safety is always from not holding back from saying and being who I really am. I have had stones thrown at me when I expressed theories and truths deemed unacceptable. People regard me in silent horror as I say what I think. I am kind but I’m not nice. That is unsafe.

Safe from sickness? Someone in my family contracted the Covid-19 virus and they were through it and well before they knew as the  symptoms were atypical. I know my children and I would would most likely recuperate fine and then we could be Teflon people. But our elderly parents are the ones we are keeping safe. Anyone remember how chicken pox was something you wanted your kids to contract? You don’t know until you know, you know?

The largest part of who I am is needing to have my kids feel safe. In he beginning of our coronacation, I have fussed and hovered like I did when we would take our littles on vacation and I’d worry they couldn’t sleep. I’d be the sleepless one while the kids would pass out happily. They have done well, broken down and cried on and at me. But their feelings have been honored and I feel successful that they feel safe. However, it’s exhausting to care for people this hard. Especially dramatic redheaded daughters.Safe for Just Five Things on Shalavee.com

My husband and I venture to the store like bandits. Other than wearing our masks and cleaning our hands immediately, we don’t take extra precautions such as wiping each item down. I feel safe enough that our rural town is largely unaffected. And I’m also not wanting to worry too much about what I can’t control. And that’s the place where mental safety becomes a mind feck. How much can we truly control? When do we let go and let God?

I stay mentally safe by not watching the news. My husband reports plague numbers or news tidbits (RIP Eddie Haskell) and that lack of too much information makes me feel safe. I am proud to say I haven’t laid my eyes on the pompous orange faced 45th president but maybe thrice during his reign. I’m not missing anything, I’m certain.

We feel pretty safe here in our first world abode. It’s dusty and leaky but we are not at risk of having people break in while we sleep and drag us out of our beds and incarcerate or murder us. Some people in the world will never feel this kind of safety. Organic grapes aren’t a thing where they live. So gratitude for the levels of unsafety I feel today.

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Just Five Things

I have joined a week long exercise in mindfulness and community expansion this week. Created and run by Michelle GD, The Just Five Things Course is asking me to pause three times a day and list five things based on the prompt word of the day. I must admit that “Gratitude” was a hard prompt for me to be inspired by yesterday. However, what came to my attention is that maybe I truly need way more intentional time carved out for myself for my well being. My boundaries are a little wobbly sometimes. Today is Home and I wanted to share my submission with you…Just Five Things on Shalavee.com

“Home”  for Tuesday day May 19th 

Morning
– Comfort and space as cats await my exit from my bed
– Lack of time to myself and chatter and coffee
– Doingness, planning, managing, and watching the redhead’s mood
– Rifle through clothing that I’d rather burn than wear
– Bandits escape and return from shopping to unpack back into kitchen space aka my home office

Afternoon
– Dance of devices in silent and interrupting circles
– The smell of Homemade Chicken noodle soup and lemony clean kitchen floor
– Another escape and return, a walk about a town where my kids grew up noticing every abandoned plant,
– Collage art and blog posts written in my craftroom, a mostly unoccupied space just for me
– Safe inside with windows open watching the winds tear at the world

This evening, I want home to hold me still and keep quiet while I spend some time alone.
There’ll be a bath time but I may be released from my duties.
There’ll be a dinner. I’m voting leftovers. The proof that I have had a purpose even though there’s seemingly nothing to show for it. There’ll be my people around me laughing and being them while I be me.
And hopefully I can take a journal and a book to bed and relax into sleep.

Plus, I made a list and did both the things on it. Technically I am no longer listless. Hope this inspires you to stop and look at your day in a different way. 

 

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