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| You can build bridges between ideas and thoughts. |
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| Life is full of color and opportunities. |
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| You can build bridges between ideas and thoughts. |
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| Life is full of color and opportunities. |
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| Examine your environment. Can you change it? |
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| Be like a child. Everything is so exciting to them! |
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| Fuel that fire. |
I once picked a bouquet of wild tall reed grass because the blades looked so beautiful, righteous in their upright glory. I dried them out and placed upon my dresser as decoration. Over the years I have added bits and pieces of my birthday flowers, my baptism flowers, graduation flowers. Of each bouquet I picked out the blooms that would last throughout the years and look just as wonderful when preserved.
Today this meaningful bouquet still stands on top of my bedroom dresser, and I can still look at it and remember the years gone by. Occasionally I would switch up the vase, as the bouquet has evolved from the slender bottle-necked vase and into a mature vessel. It stands just as proudly as that original day I picked it.
It’s mementos like these that make a house a home… that add warmth and character, charm and wistfulness. Interior decorating or design isn’t just about what piece of furniture goes with which curtain. Or what paint color would be the most suitable. Interior decorating is about heart. It’s about building a comfortable home for your family. It’s memories and things you love best.
Look around you. Are your rooms lacking your personal touch? Is there anything you have hidden in your attic that must be proudly displayed? Are there any family heirlooms that deserve to be showcased on your mantelpiece? Are your children’s masterpieces tucked away, but should be hung on the walls or displayed on the coffee table?
It’s funny how we can ignore the expensive dresser in the bedroom or a valuable set of silverware. Instead we might focus on the children’s artwork on the fridge or the wedding photos lovingly framed and arranged along the staircase. We may not pause at the big chandelier..but we will take a moment to admire the wooden stool your husband carved or the well worn quilt draped across the armchair that your grandmother hand-stitched. It’s not about the grandeur of things and objects, but rather the simplicity, the love, the memories behind the creations.
When it comes to our homes let’s rejoice in each new day. Let’s revel in our families, live fully, love strongly and let’s not forget the wild flowers…
I often find myself so focused on the end result, the destination, that I rush through the process, forgetting to enjoy it, to derive as much value and pleasure out of each moment, connection and even failure.
Of course, I’ve redefined failure to mean something much more palatable for me, a lesson learned, a practice run, a stepping stone in the right direction.
How often all it takes is to shift your perspective.
A few days ago, one lady posted an article that found that sweet spot in me at that particular time.
It mentioned this concept of enjoying the journey. I say, we need to learn to love it.
Most of our lives is spent crawling, walking or running this journey, so we might as well make it our friend.
Anyway, that concept was not new to me. Most self help and self professed gurus have been shouting out this idea from the rooftops of society. Books have been written about it.
But only in that moment it hit home. That thought made a permanent, irreversible mark on my consciousness.
The birds started singing more loudly, the colors have become more crisp, my daughter’s face became more beautiful to me all of a sudden.
I started appreciating my friends more, my new connections and connections that were falling through.
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| Maya enjoying the crisp Autumn leaves. |
I’ve had an epiphany. I came to the source from which stems joy, being like a child. Having a childlike curiosity and doing things just because it seems fun, cool, exciting. Kids don’t care about what happens next, tomorrow, in a year. They enjoy the now.
And right now, I choose to enjoy my journey. I will be happy with every breakthrough, and with every set back, because I also choose to believe that behind every set back is a set up. A set up to something better.
Because I trust God to look after me, like a child trusts the parent, I can easily say, I choose to enjoy my journey.
And yes, it is a choice. So the power to be happy, it really is within your hands… (errr, more like within you:).
Much love to you! And… go out there, twirl, give it a whirl! We are all kids at heart.
(And please share with me if you have been there!)
My mornings have been followed by nights, at times, where I just couldn’t sleep, as passion for what I was doing consumed me totally. I couldn’t wait to work, create and manifest something spectacular each time. I’ve spent nights or parts of nights, filled with this zapping, excited energy that seemed to pulsate through me.
It got so bad sometimes that I thought perhaps I had an anxiety problem, but it really wasn’t that. I was super happy and super excited.
What I learned quickly is that passion for whatever you do gives you an incredible amount of energy. It is the creation energy that was put out at the very beginning.
God was so pleased, He kept creating day in and day out, until He decided it was time to rest.
If God thought resting was necessary, must be pretty necessary for me as well.
I had to learn to calm my thoughts and channel that energy into the rest of my life, the rest of my day.
I didn’t get there at first. I’ve tried word search puzzles, instrumental music, reading, baths, you name it, trying to slow down my mind as it raced off, creating more and more ideas, so many that I had shelves and shelves of them in my mind.
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| Maya, in charge of her ride. |
Once again, the power of the mind came into play here, at a moment where I thought something must be done as my soul was full of energy and my body was about to crash down, that I realized that I had power and control over this energy. So I took control and made it known, deep within me, that each day I will do the best I can, that I will sleep (most nights) when I want to and have given myself the permission to leave work to the next day. That way I am not spending the night doing, and then walking around like a zombie the next day, with my poor child getting only half or less of me.
So before the night, I tell myself, yes, I am excited about where life is taking me but I have to bottle up this energy and put it away until tomorrow, separate myself from its crackling live static, and pick it up in the morning, from where it was brewing overnight.
When I open up that channel each morning, the passion for life, the zest for my projects, come flooding me with an incredible richness of energy and pep in my step, even if I haven’t had the greatest night, somehow I get renewed.
My dears, find your passions. You will be so happy to be alive each day, participating in that creative process. Go after your dreams. Worst case? You will respect yourself for trying.
Be fearless. Be brave.
Be excited to wake up in the morning!