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Sumptuous Summer Time

I never sleep in. Until Summer. This Sunday morning, I was so languorous in bed, my ear hurt from laying on it. And after I rose and descended the stairs for my first cup of coffee, there were no children demanding things of me. Luxurious sumptuous Summer Time. Remembering my creative soul life.

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I made a loving breakfast of last chance potatoes, mushrooms, eggs, and thyme from my porch garden. And now I sit listening to the Sleepy Hollow radio program on WXPN with my daughter arting on the floor with her markers coloring seascapes. My hand resting on a furry friend on the back of the couch, feet up on a stool, and the whoosh of cool air from the air vent keeping the tickle of sweat from blooming. Lukewarm coffee still in my cup as I make kind comments on Instagram.

Summer expands in the moment when you stop to feel it. Appreciation of where you are always makes everything feel shinier. Hope is worth the effort to stop and feel it.

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The Hurry, Scurry, and Worry

I became so tired of the hurry, scurry, and worry. As I read blog posts and Instagram posts about how people had experienced adrenal gland burn out from all the anxiety juice they were pumping into their bodies, I understood even more my own addiction to Doing.

In my case, the anxiety manifested into stomach problems. As a child, I had stomach aches. As a college student, I had gastritis which was one step away from an ulcer. And when I had my children I would devlop a pain in my stomach that went straight back to my rib cage. My anxieties were physically manifesting right where Virgos are known to be vulnerable: in my gut. Gradually I caught on that taking Zantac quelled the acid, but two Christmases ago, my stomach was so ouchy that I couldn’t drink red wine or eat tomato sauce.

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Flash forward to this November when a stressful October and a November emotional episode led me to ask for medicine to alleviate my anxieties. The sky opened up for me.

I slowly began to notice that anything I said I couldn’t do made me anxious at the anticipated outcome of failure. And when I just did my best and let life happen, I was much more calmer. I’ve stayed very easy going and worry free as much as possible. I avoid making lists but rather just make the effort to do the things I need to get done. I’m 100 times less neurotic.

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This morning, I am looking at a day that seems to yawn time in front of me, although I also know that the time is finite and will come crashing down around my shoulders at 3:30 when the bus returns my daughter. And I feel completely happy and lucky that I am not in a frenzied hurry to scurry mode doing all the things I never used to give myself credit for. I give myself a ton of credit now. And I want to credit a lot of this claim and productivity to the regular art practice of the ICAD project last year and the
100 day project last and this year. What is meant to get done today will get done today. And there is a bunch more tomorrows to embrace hopefully.

How to gain self trust has been of the truest interest to me. See this article for the list of top methods of building self-trust.

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Gardening Mojo

Since I had Fiona, I have been unable to regain my gardening mojo. The very thing that brought me to buy a house, dirt to plant a garden in, had become a burden I was buried under. Looking every year at my overgrown garden overwhelmed and depressed me.

Last year, I made a charitable donation and received a garden consultation. And this spurred me into enthusiastic gardening action that I hadn’t felt in a while. I head “I could” again.

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I worked on a couple beds last Summer. And this year, I’ve picked back up where I left off. I recently ordered some more charitable plants and with the onset of lovely Spring weather, I set about clearing the section under my weeping cherry tree where I plan to plant them all.

I can use anything to make me feel bad about me . My undisciplined kids, my unruly garden, my messy house, or my stuck career. But it only requires a moment to make a plan and schedule a few action steps and suddenly I don’t feel like I’m actually stuck anymore. If instead of spending the time I would ruminating on what a loser I am , I instead take any action, plan any step to better the situation, I feel immediately better.

It seems that all it takes to change is the willingness to do so and one action to prove it’s possible. You are as successful or as stuck as your brain says you are. So today, I am less stuck ad one more step towards having a better garden.

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Finding my Way out of the Grief Maze

I’d tell you to stop me if you’ve heard this but you probably have heard it and I certainly can’t stop repeating myself. In my post Re-Being Me, I mentioned how I feel like I’m just now coming back from my post tail spin turned time out when I took a seat, dialed it all down, and listened. I’m still listening and now I’m starting to hear hope.

These are the thoughts that are different than the same old ones that tell me I’m not worth it. I’m listening for a way of of this maze in my mind that keeps me feeling like a rat in someone’s fear test.

The opposite of feeling fear is feeling self-trust. Today I laughed out loud when I thought, “no wonder I didn’t trust myself for a while. My behavior that started this landslide in November was unreliable”. Duh. But my child isn’t trusting my child. Where’s my adult in this equation ? Doesn’t she know she’s in charge?

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I haven’t felt I had a good footing on what I am happy to offer and what I want to work on until recently. But what I have begun to feel is a hope bubble forming. A space where I am beginning to want things again. A place where the what ifs are beginning to bloom.

Grief, if that is what I went through, takes time and a lot of energy to process. Sorting out the truth of the tale from the falsehoods and letting go of what feels wrong and doesn’t serve me is what I think I’ve been doing. It takes as long as it takes and I am glad to be going through this with the kindness and compassion of so many friends and witnesses here online and at home. Thank You if you’re still reading .

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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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