A few nights ago, I had a call with a friend who told me her day was “really jacked up” and went on to list an unreasonable list of misfortunes, which left her feeling overwhelmed and unable to even think.
Sound familiar? Some of us may say, “every damn day…”
I just recently turned 49. Which translates to something bigger: I’m in my 50th year of living. Even typing that feels a bit shocking, as I’m still somewhat sixteen years old on the inside.
The other day, on my yoga mat (where only good things happen) I saw my life in two distinct halves. (I’ve always held to some sort of belief that I will live to one hundred or slightly beyond). So the arithmetic says, I’m just starting the second half of my life. And then it hit me.
What if I could really get a second start at 50? What if it were just as if the slate were wiped clean, and along with it, stupid mistakes, big and small, were just – gone. Continue reading
I think I have my life in pretty good balance. I run my company, have time for my family and friends, exercise, garden a little, travel – and even blog with some regularity. It can all feel wonderfully balanced. Imagine that the week following Christmas, we even threw together a little wine and cheese party with some friends and it was completely lovely. “This life-balance thing really works!”
And then come the interruptions. Continue reading
Lately, I’ve been finding myself drawn towards meditation. For a person who loves to talk, narrates every story multiple times, and writes what words I have left in the day, this has been a surprising discovery.
I’ve found that just the word meditation carries a lot of varying ideas, and for some is more than a bit scary. Is it spiritual? Complicated? Does it require candles, incense, readings, and a theme? (No, no, no and no.)