Motivation to Change (and Mr. Grumpy)
Ms. Motivation often bumps into none other than, M-i-s-t-er Grumpy! Who is a rather ill-tempered fellow, but does usually find his way via the help of his friends, Mr. Happy and Mr. Tickle! However, it is extremely useful for Ms. Motivation to avoid Mr. Grumpy (and all things Grumpy) during the initial leg of the journey to Change.
When life changes — for whatever reason, by choice or by circumstances beyond our control — there are situations, people and even certain personal capabilities we are forced to release or put aside; there are life choices that are no longer ours to make — even when we wished we could! Sometimes these changes are viewed with despair (or absolutely maddening!) as change — by choice or not — challenges us to live in a different way.
Change is inevitable. Is it something you resist? Or embrace?
Change is a process. Are you ready to say, “Yes!” to change? Will you voluntarily begin the process of change within your life? And — are you willing to take ACTions which will pave the road, which will take you to who you will be?
Think about it …
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Giving myself permission
At any point, we can step out of our frozen selves and our ideas and begin fresh.
~Natalie Goldberg
I have been meandering around some decisions of late. And perhaps not as much the decision part, as the commitment to load up and move on. I seem to be stuck on “pause” … as I pace back and forth in a room full of boxes. I have a tendency to believe in the impossible for everyone — except for myself. 
After a month of prayer and journaling and research — I am ready {as I will ever be!}. It is time to make the commitment {and put my doubts and excuses aside} and move onward in the direction of my dreams. I have been parked here long enough on this leg of my journey.
There are some absolutes for me. Principles that enable me to execute the plans within my heart. To move away from the fear of making the wrong decision {or making the right decision at the wrong time} in the semi-truck style of:
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ACTion via baby steps. Set a timer and get nose-to-nose with that which causes fear to flood your mind and paralyze your ability to act.
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Diligence of ACTion. Resolve to be faithful to the plans of your heart. If you cannot take a step forward — stand.
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Surrender the what-if’s. Life happens and it typically happens differently than we expect. Catch and release those situations.
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Stop assuming the worst. The reality is that even if the worst possible situation occurs, it will likely not involve death. And, afterall, if it does involved death … It will not matter anyway!
Stappin’ myself in. Tight.
While you, dear reader, may be wondering if I ran off and joined the circus … I can assure you, I didn’t. But that also doesn’t mean I don’t feel as though I have been at the circus!
Truthfully, I’ve been recovering from the busyness of the month of May as well as in the midst of miscellany and ponderings during the (now ended) month of June. I have several titles and the beginnings of posts … Just not much published. Yet.
So many things have changed since I posted regularly. Changes that demanded I honor my promise to myself to “Disappear and See the Color“… Which I did.
And now … I am ready to roll!
It is difficult to resume once life shifts in such a permanent manner.
Because change is demanding. It requires absolute commitment — to stop leaving a trail of bread crumbs (due to fear of needing to find your way back to where you started).
To cut the ropes (should’s, regrets and disappointments) which prevent your flight into the stars. But …
Resume I will!
I will overcome the indifference I have regarding “patiently tweaking” in order to adjust my focus. I will do what I am able to do in the midst of physical challenges. (And I will continue to accept what I cannot … )
And I hope you will join me on this next leg of creative adventures!
I have taken my seat on the roller coaster ride of creative change; I am strapped in. Tight!
That butterfly feeling stirs within me as I somewhat nervously endure the wait of merging my online activities and compile my creative strategic plan. (Even as I almost pant just to catch my breath.)
Did I mention my heart is pounding in my chest?
One does not discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time.
~André Gide
Living Joyfully with Chronic Pain?
Contradiction in terms? Joy and Chronic Pain? Perhaps.
Depends on one’s perspective.
The bloom of color and light from my gardens … The sounds of water whirling in a full dishwasher and the hum of the dryer rotating; or the aroma of fresh-ground and brewed coffee … and spicy chicken slow-cooking in the Crock Pot; and the comfort of napping fur-kids at my feet. These things present me with an opportunity for Joy.
Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with. ~Mark Twain
Disappear and See the Color
My phone rang two evenings ago … It was my sweetheart. He was driving home from being out of town and calling to urge me to grab my camera and enjoy the sunset.
I did.
It was awesome … With a full-spectrum of color as the sun ever-so slowly slid toward the horizon line.
I am blessed with a husband who recognizes aspects of my personality that often seem invisible to me. (Like encouraging my interest in photography — which has served as a tonic for my periodic depression!) And he sure can spot a fabulous photo op!
He also helps me identify when I need to “disappear” and simply “see the color” … The full-spectrum color of the big picture — the big sky of my life. My life as it is — and what it is becoming!
He is faithful to nudge me when I need to “go black” (ala Jack Bauer) 
— to overcome the what-if’s and take the proverbial next step in the direction of my dreams. He also didn’t act surprised when I made the realization that I am an introvert. (I sure like him! 
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When introverts want to be alone, it is not, by itself, a sign of depression. It means that they either need to regain their energy from being around people or that they simply want the time to be with their own thoughts. Source
Although I am not afraid (?) to “go black” — to disappear (unplug from phones, Internet, friends and family …) — it often becomes a challenge because I busy myself helping other people. More accurately: Helping other people to a fault. To the point where I set the desires of my own heart on the shelf. A shelf that all-to-often is dusty and cluttered with the various “piles” of the desires of my heart. ♥
This little tidbit of my reality became unavoidably evident during the month of May.
W-a-y unavoidably!
So, during the recent flight home from visiting my daughter — and delighting in a gathering of awesome and dear “imaginary” (online) friends of 15 years — I determined I would disappear. I would disappear (in semi-metered amounts) until such time I had completed the tasks that keep revolving in my heart (and on my To-Do list!). During that three-hour flight, disappearing via daily personal retreats became a matter of unfolding and revealing prayer …
June would be the month of rediscovering the joy of solitude.
It should be noted that once upon a time (before marriage and children and caregiving and homeschooling …) I was an expert in solitude and the miscellany details of disappearing. Back then, it didn’t seem to matter to me what other people thought … or said. I knew what I needed and I applied the salve of solitude — on a regular basis!
However, the emotions and realities of my transitioning “empty nest” are creating a bit of static, and I have been unable to get a clear signal in order to put down words that would describe — and allow me to process — this time in my life. Thus, loosening me to proceed — to proceed in the direction of my dreams.
Enter the serendipity of social media …
I am currently working on a consulting project — something that has served as an anchor in my current wind tunnel of thought! As I research and compile notes for this project, I periodically click over to my Twitter and Facebook accounts, and read various blogs here and there. Each time I am blessed to collect quotes, prompts and kind words from friends! ♥
It is my habit to note these sweet bits of randomness and compile them in a daily log. These notes always help to clarify my eclectic prayer-ponderings about “the next step” and provide the missing links and syllables I need as I piece together my “next step puzzle” … One such blog that I read today is compiled by a creative and inspiring and contemplative young woman who tweets @messycanvas; her blog is, Messy Canvas.
So, here is the serendipity: I jotted the title of the post you are reading — “Disappear and See the Color” — a week ago. Until today, I have only been able to add fragmented thoughts and various phrases to the original draft. BUT, during my lunch break (when I realized I was meandering in not-so-fun wonderment — and hearing w-a-y too much static) I read “I’m Afraid to Disappear” at Messy Canvas. Alas! I discovered …
Words for what I was feeling:
The problem is getting onto write a blog post and getting lost in a world of answering emails, following links, getting swallowed into facebook and twitter land and feeling the need to conversate just to prove I’m still alive. That’s one struggle.
The other struggle comes down to really wanting to engage in creating and realizing that to do much of what I’m dreaming of doing right now, it will take the discipline of working on it for a long time. Some of the things I want to do can’t be done in an hour or two and then shared in a blog post. They will take time to percolate, to build on themself, much like a snowball. But if I only create so that things can be immediately seen, if I’m afraid to disappear (as in showing off what I’m creating) then I may never attempt the things I see in my head and feel in my soul.
This was the final piece to the puzzle of the past seven days! It filled in the last bare spot and allowed me to see the big picture — the big sky of my life. My life as it is — and what it is becoming!
I have let go of a little more fear (of what might happen if I “go black” or permit the projects in my heart time to percolate) AND I am prepared go even deeper into a life of Grace! To let go and be even more free! 
To do only what is in my heart — because that, my friend, is what I have Grace to accomplish (Psalm 138:7-8).
During the past seven days, I have been blessed with situational pieces to a puzzle. Each piece has inspired, prepared and “nudged” me to walk in liberty and to share what I am creating (and let other projects brew to completeness …). To be authentic to the plan for my life. And to let go of my fear (and thus, avoidance) of the time in between.
And … most importantly … Realize that my life is not about me. It is about Him.
What are you holding back?
What dreams are in your heart … And yet await your time and your attention — and your action.
♫ “Take my time, here on this Earth, and let it glorify all that You are worth.” I am nothing without You.
The happiest of all lives is a busy solitude. ~Voltaire
Made from scratch
Do most people even know what that means?
“Made from scratch”
I can remember as a child I would love to be in my great grandmother’s kitchen. She was always makin’ something “from scratch” … Her pies were my favorites! And she always made extra pie crust dough for the pie crusts, so she could sugar and bake it as bite-size treats for her grandbabies!
This concept is far-reaching. And it goes far beyond the kitchen. Crafting original designs and content, handmade artistic offerings — living a non-conformist lifestyle — are examples of delighting in a “made from scratch” mindset.
What about you?
Are you focused on other people’s stuff? Creating standards based upon what other people think? And do?
Are you focused on other people’s stories (tweets, blogs, TV, gossip). Or are you adding chapters to your own?
Why now decide to be an original?
Why not begin looking for windows of opportunity …
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Dancing to new rhythms
Photo Credit: sjb5
Dancer. Red. Joy. These words describe what is in my heart …
Change can have its moments of outrageous joy … and sheer terror! Although we learn to dance to the jazzy beats of new rhythms — said dance routines are not without their tumbles and bruises. Notes of change played together to form new compositions and routines. Even as we fumble about sometimes until — with time and practice — we refine our days and learn how to maintain order in the midst of creatively managing our days.
I have been jotting down some final notes of my latest composition. It incorporates notes and patterns I have danced to in the past; but this one is more refined and easier to dance to. Which is a good thing, since it is an extremely lively beat of sweet sixteenth notes! With some “quarter rests” for stanzas of soothing harmony.
This rhythm allows me to more effectively twirl and high-step within the “dance routines” of my life … my work and my dreams!
Single handling requires that once you begin, you keep working at the task, without diversion or distraction, until the job is 100% complete. You keep urging yourself onward by repeating the words “Back to work!” over and over whenever you are tempted to stop or do something else. —Brian Tracy
The Time in Between
Empower your dreams with deadlines. ~H. Jackson Brown
The time in between, the middle of two things that says everything. ~Francesca Battistelli
The time in between is the most telling regarding who we are and what we believe in. Those moments, days and weeks … years … That is Life. The living out what is in our heart. Living despite what we “feel” and investing time and talent in the work of our dreams. And saying, “No.”
The time in between determines your end result. Make daily choices to allow dreams — not the momentary challenges — to determine your actions.
… misery or unhappiness is determined not by our circumstance but by our disposition. ~Martha Washington
A picture is worth a thousand words
There is certainly truth to this statement: A picture is worth a thousand words. I know because I have viewed several thousand “words” over the past several months! Interesting revelations, affirmations and hidden sorrows revealed in the process of sorting family photos.
The image of merely one photo can trigger memories of the day it was captured on film — the people and places involved … The emotions of that moment in time. The process of organizing photographs and a walk down memory lane can also inspire forgiveness, and gift one with closure. It can introduce one to the process of “Letting Go and Holding On” at the same time. ♥
The seasons of Life change and introduce us to new seasons … Of growth, of pruning and of harvest.
Photographs, journal entries and other “documentation” invite us to remember, to heal and to simply smile about the roller coaster adventures of Life. This can even be a click through an electronic memory lane, such as “Spring Cleaning Blog-Style” describes. Or “A Blast From the Past” can breeze by and take us back, only to deliver us more securely committed to the future!
