KRHRYSTOS RAZDAYETSIA!

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Khrystos Razdayetsia!  Slavite yoho!  Xpbctic Bockpec!  He is risen!  Merry Ukrainian Christmas!  It is January 7, 2013.  Clearly the Season is still with us.   Much, much too early to go back to my humbugness…even if I have been sick for the last three weeks.  Too bad.  Suck it up, Buttercup!  Life goes on.  The wheel still turns.  Look, the sun heard me and is peeping over my right shoulder.  Right on, Saigon!

In keeping with my agreement to follow the Four Agreements, I’m doing the best I can at each moment.  I don’t have to feel great all the time.  I’m not.  I don’t have to be motivated all the time.  I’m not.  But the least I can do is my best in these moments.  My best is easier with developing habits that can carry me when my energy is lagging, when my resolve is sagging, and when I feel like a petulant child.  What I would like to do is pout and stomp my feet.

How smart would that be?  How would that work for me?  NOT!  So instead, I pout a little and get on with my number one focus….keeping house clean of Sheba’s hair.  I bring out the pork hide chew, brushes, and scissors.  It works well.  While she is busy chewing, I can brush away to my heart’s content….her tail, her butt, her underside.  I am getting less and less hair every day, though she is still shedding alot.  One day, one day.  Our next project will be her nails!  For that I will get her an extra long chew.  It will be worth the effort.

Here she is looking pretty smart in her Christmas coat and booties from my mother.  She glows in the dark.  Yeah, we can go out at night!

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So that is how life is….little moments, difficult moments, boring moments.  But when you string them together, you can get some pretty good times.  You can get a life.

 

 

INTENTIONS, HABITS AND DISCIPLINE

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Today, I’m reading a new book called INTENTIONS, picked out at the library last week.  I’m quite pleased with the appropriateness of the title for this time of the year.  It is quite an interesting little book that I couldn’t put it down without finding out the outcome.  And so, as usual, I skipped to the end.  And now, I am reading the middle.

Well, I had set no intentions on changing my reading habits and I am still enjoying the story.  I am also reading another book called The Power of Habit by Charles Duhigg.  I am still reading it in the order, page by page.  It is a very interesting account of how habits function, how they can make or break us.  I will put the information to good use.  I will be my own guinea pig.  And we will see if I have enough discipline to follow through and adopt new, healthier habits.

So far, so good!  I was able to put down my book and sit at this keyboard.  It would have been so easy to stay curled under my quilt and just read.  I’m still fighting my sinusitis.  My energy comes and goes and I have to fight inertia constantly.  It would be heavenly if I didn’t have to do anything ever again!

As you can see, I am feeling a little discouraged so that I have to set my intentions early in the day on what I MUST do.  The one thing that is a must is to keep the floors reasonably free of Sheba’s dog hair.  So after breakfast, she gets a rawhide chew while I brush her tail,  undersides and butt.  Then, it’s out with the vacuum.  I’m making progress.  It’s not so hard to get on it.  It’s becoming a habit.  Soon I will be able to do it without thinking and fighting it.

I haven’t done much besides that, though I did load up the dishwasher and push the start button.  I was going to take Sheba to the park, but my body wouldn’t comply.  So when Rod offered to take her out, I let him.  Always accept help when it comes your way.  And having accomplished my most important intention, I feel a sense of success.

HURRAY FOR ME!  Tomorrow is another day, another new beginning.

BROKEN YOLKS

I suppose by now everyone knows that life is hard.  Nothing is easy.  Nothing is free.  Nothing is perfect.  You can’t even count on perfect fried eggs every morning.  Sometimes a yolk will break.  It happens.  Life happens.  That’s the way it is.
And we really should appreciate what is, because that’s all we have.  Right at this moment, I get it.  I’m feeling the moment, the flow of it.  I’m savoring the sweetness of the now.  I know that this moment will evaporate soon enough and I will once again be restless with dissatisfaction and distress.  That is also how it is sometimes.  It is all right.  That is how I can change.

Change is really difficult….even in the direction of my daily walk with Sheba.  I always turn right at the end of our back alley.  When I make a conscious effort to go left, I feel the resistance in my body.  I feel discomfort.  I feel torture.  I feel PAIN!  Weird, huh?  I am such a creature of habit.

Today, I tidied up one shelf in the closet.  I found three pairs of pants bought some years ago.  Bought but never shortened nor worn.   One still had tags on it.   I’ve almost shortened two.  I will have a nice pair to wear to see David Suzuki tomorrow night.  Change can happen.  I have changed…a little at a time.

WORK IN PROGRESS

I think of myself as work in progress, like dough rising to the occasion as time progresses.  Some days I rise higher and faster and other times I’m a little slower, but I always show up and make my best effort.  Today I am making bread.  The dough is rising in the heat.  I am wilting a little.  Win some and lose some.  That is how life is.

Today is the second day of my being FaceBook-less.  I have deactivated.  I am friendless.  It is exhilarating the first day.  It is so freeing not to have connections.  Well 158 is not that many to most FaceBookers but it is alot to me.  A woman is rich indeed if she has that many true friends.  I am lucky that I do have a few good friends but I am no social butterfly.  I am actually surprised that I have 158 people to add!  Day two sans FaceBook is not so carefree.  I have no notifications, no gossip, no photos, no news, no uppers or downers.  I have no emails.

I have no friends and no emails.  But….I do have a life.  And so today to quiet my unease of this new situation, I restarted my quigong exercises, I sewed, I baked and I wrote.  I am working on a life of quality, not quantity.  Tomorrow I will do something new, something to break my pattern of being always in my comfort zone.  I will dig for my passions.  I will get to know myself.  I will be my own best friend.  I am a work in progress.