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Will You Face the Day with Hope or Dread ?

It occurred to me this morning that I am either hopeful or I am hopeless at any given moment. Am I dreading my day or looking forward to it? And in that very answer is the truth of my life’s outlook. My perception of who I am and how I have value to add to the world is the key to which state of being I’m in.

I am holding my breath this morning to find out how I feel.Will You Face the Day with Hope or Dread on Shalavee.com

Our thoughts and feelings are codependent and fickle. We may have a fleeting thought about our “less than” worth and then suddenly our inner child has gone on strike and shuts down. As she feels helpless, hopeless and dreads everything upcoming, our now self feels hopeless and purposeless and depressed. She doesn’t think you are gong to get through this or keep her safe. 

If we receive kudos or a compliment about our work or our hair, suddenly we feel all puffed up and full of hope and love and generosity. Today is suddenly a wonderful day to be alive.

So the trick would seem to be that you need to convince yourself every day that you are amazing. Feeling good and esteeming oneself brings hope. Berating and hating oneself brings dread. It is a choice daily on how you want to feel.Will You Face the Day with Hope or Dread on Shalavee.com

So today I’m refusing to entertain any conversations about body hatred or dusty shelves or weedy gardens and instead, I’m going to continue to work on thinking I’m pretty keen. And work on what I can hand my readership that is of value to their lives. That brings them hope because we need to pass it on.

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Focus is My New Word of the Year for 2019

Last year, I chose the word Trust as my word of the year for 2018. I wanted to trust the world, my process, and myself. But I’ve found that just because I want something to be a certain way doesn’t mean that I am inspired by telling myself it has to be that way. In fact, I’ve found that it can work quite the opposite way for me. If you tell me to do it, I’m not necessarily going to do it. Our inner punks are like that.

So the well meant word of the year didn’t inspire me to trust myself anymore. I think I just didn’t know how to weave it’s lesson into my world well enough yet. At one point I flat out forgot what the word was even after I had used it to prompt my ICAD art. Again, fear can make you forgetful when it wants to keep you safe.Focus if my word of the year for 2019 on Shalavee.com

So I took a walk this morning, just as I had on the day I chose Trust, and had a dialogue with myself about what I might want my word to be for the upcoming year. And after much debate and many bantered about words including Permit and Create, I decided on Focus.

I absolutely know that when I focus, stuff happens. It seems the operative word for Proactivity. I am capable of doing great things. I have come to understand that once I allow myself to focus, these great things happen. The reason they don’t happen is not a lack of ability on my part but a fear based lack of focus that makes it look like I can’t. Aha!

Focus looks like designated time for my tasks, scheduling even small stuff so that I feel the momentum and the certainty that “I can”. Focus looks like sitting down with a task and working through the fear-storm. Focus looks like ridding myself of all obligations and distractions to hedge my bets for success.Focus if my word of the year for 2019 on Shalavee.com

And of course, focus rhymes with hocus and pocus and I kinda like that concept especially at this time of the year. Perhaps there’s a little magic in the word focus after all.

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Belonging to Myself

I feel unqualified to be an adult. Like someone didn’t give me the manual and the rule book. And I’ll be found out. I was raised to need someone else to give me a sense of belonging. It would seem my kryptonite is my own independence. This is the story I am discovering and hoping to rewrite. And may well be the story of many women who feel their purpose of existence is to serve others.

But I have found that not belonging to myself causes me great grief. A sense of being untethered and ungrounded. Not belonging to you means that you look for all your comfort and sense of identity from others. And I am adamant that my daughter finds a way to be here for herself. We had a conversation about this once and she called it her Body Buddy. Imagine the kind of love and acceptance we could give ourselves and then to the world if we belonged to ourselves, inside the bodies we have, with the compassion of angels.Belonging to Myself on Shalavee.com

What is a sense of Self-belonging comprised of? Self-love, self-trust, and self-knowledge perhaps. A feeling of faith that you are here just as you need to be when you should be. That you have everything you need within you to fulfill your purpose here. And you are never alone as long as you know that you are a pretty awesome friend to you.

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And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

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