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RETHINKING FUN AND EVERYTHING ELSE

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The after-lunch-dishes time has become my mindfulness practice. It’s easier day by day. I’ve developed a rhythm of putting things away. First this and then that. Now it’s time to  scrape off the dishes and stack them for washing. I plug in the kettle to get some quick hot water, squirt the soap into a big bowl/pot and watch the suds form. One by one I wash and rinse each item and put them on the rack to dry. Today I felt movement and flow. I feel pleasure. Is it possible? Can I believe myself?

Well, anything is possible. I’m starting to rethink a lot of things – like pleasure and fun. I’m a serious person. I’ve been told that I’m also eccentric. I suppose I am since I don’t like having fun, not the kind most people go for anyways. I’ve always felt apologetic about myself. I feel obligated to go along with someone else’s kind of fun. I have to rethink that, too. Why do I care so much about others and so little of myself? I have done it for so long, I’ve lost a sense of self. I have much rethinking to do.

What is the definition of fun anyways? Google says it’s a noun and means enjoyment, amusement, or lighthearted pleasure. Synonyms are pleasure, entertainment, enjoyment, amusement, excitement, gratification. I think I’ve been wrong about myself in the fun department. I do like fun. I find pleasure, enjoyment, amusement, excitement and gratification in many things. Some are serious as in participating in this Ultimate Blog Challenge. Serious is an okay fun, isn’t it? I derive a lot of pleasure tapping out my words, ideas and stories.

I do have lighter hearted fun. I have fun painting on index cards for the Daisy Yellow Index Card a Day Challenge. I read a wide genre of books. I enjoy lunch dates and dinner parties. I’m not much for large or loud parties though. And for laughing out loud fun, I make videos of Sheba. Here’s one from when she was young and really full of fun.

Day 3 in the year of…

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Choosing something different every day is not relaxing, especially in the beginning.  I don’t mean it is difficult to find something new.  Once I had made the decision to bring it on, all kinds of things turn up.  I am like a kid in a candy store – grabbing this and that.  I am panting with  the excitement of awareness.  I could do different.  I could be different.  I want to multi-task.  That would be defeating.

IMG_6634I chilled, slowed down, breathed and counted to 10.  New is good.  So are old.  Why discard what is good?  I could have a little fun at it, too.  No need to be cerebral all the time.  I got up, dressed up and showed up.  I even put make up on again with different earrings today.  See?  I am having fun playing around with selfies.  Another first.  It is not easy.  Selfies are akin to standing naked in front of a mirror and telling yourself:  I love you.  Ugh!  I am getting over it.  So many things to consider when you point that camera – angle, background, lighting, what to do with your face.  I aim, point and presto!

I stuck with my comfort breakfast -tea and toast. IMG_6638 I don’t have to do a total makeover, to reinvent myself.  Too much could send me into outer space.  Comfort stuff is good  to balance the new.  I love reading mystery and fluff.  Nora Roberts fits the bill.  No need to be cerebral all the time.  I could lighten up with my writing, with everything.  See what I mean?  So many new directions.

PEBO2425It’s a must to stay with some old routines and habits. I couldn’t do without my 3 times a week aerobic class . It works wonders for my brain and heart, keeping cortisol levels low and serotonin high. It clears my brain fog and keeps me fairly sane.

Enough for today.  Not exactly a masterpiece but it was today.  How was your day?  Did you have fun?  Did you choose something different?  Till tomorrow.

PS:  I accidentally screwed up the header photo of my blog.  Dont’t know quick way to fix.  But it is something new. LOL.  Tomorrow will be soon enough.

WHEN THE BUTTERFLIES ARE FREE

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I try so hard to do the proper thing at all times.  I am such a serious person.  Having fun doesn’t sit well with me.  It makes me uncomfortable.  I came by it honestly.

I was taught all the rules of etiquette:

  • Respect your elders
  • Say please and thank you
  • Never lie or cheat
  • Greet people when they come to your home
  • Say goodbye when they leave
  • Help another in need
  • Remember your family and friends
  • And so on and on

My mother is a bit of a perfectionist so it’s no wonder that I am, too.  Her flower beds consist of plants in straight lines, as is her vegetable garden.  I try to digress but eventually I came back to the straight lines.  Everything seems to work better that way.

Whereas my mother is a neatnik, I am a slob.  I seem to have inherit from my father as well.  Though I fight that part with all my might, it is to no avail, of course.  But my neatness comes out in different ways.  When I am making cinnamon buns, I have to measure to see that the pastry is rolled out to be exactly 8″ x 15″.  And I have to cut each bun 1″ thick.  It is ridiculous to bring out my measuring tape to do so.  But having each bun the same size matters to this rigid part of me.

But I am trying to be a little freer, letting go of rules.  It does make me somewhat uncomfortable.  But I say to myself, uncomfortable is only a temporary state.  Let go.  Live on the wild side.  So nowadays my loaves of bread of not of equal size, nor are my cinnamon buns.  I am a little squirmy inside.  Sometimes I am a lot squirmy.  But I am letting my butterflies fly free.  I am not having fun yet but I feel some wings fluttering inside.  It is a beginning.

 

 

 

I’M HAVING AS MUCH FUN AS I CAN

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Even though people have told me that I am funny, I don’t consider myself a fun time girl.  I am very solemn inside my head since I was born.

This might serve as a caution to parents and other adults.  Children absorb everything they hear and who knows how much of it goes into their development as adults.  I believe that a large part of our memories are false, but I mostly remember that I was not an easy child.  I believe myself to be ill-tempered, stubborn, not friendly, non-communicative, shy.  I do not believe nor feel that I was ever fun-loving, carefree, out-going, loveable.

I still feel like that some days, a lot of days sometimes, especially on grey days.  Now I know that we can have false feelings and I try not to stay in those feelings.  How?  Well, since so many people tell me I am funny, I am going to believe I know how to have fun. I am dedicating a part of each day to having fun.

Fun is finding photos to go with my words.  So….creativity is fun.  Baking bread is fun.  I love kneading the dough.  It gives me such a sense of accomplishment that I’ve finally learned the art this year.  Sometimes I give the dough an extra spank just for the satisfaction of it.

One thing for sure is that I am not a party girl.  That is probably more false memories from past parties.  Well that gives me pause for thought and something to work on.  And I’m starting tonight.  I am going to a party, a small one with close friends…the best kind.