Doing what you love in life? Great. Excellent, actually. Love what you do. Lots of the time. Make life as puppy-and-rainbow-and-positivity-ridden as possible.
But in order to enjoy doing all these fun things, in order to even attain those things in the first place? There is also a lot of non-sparkly shit you gotta do.
(I actually don’t encourage Blair Waldorf Manipulative Bitch behavior.But then again: You gotta hand it to the girl, she does make sure things get done. Admirable.)
We all have people we look up to, people that inspire us. They have a greatness that we recognize and appreciate. We consider them special.
That, dear reader, is not just because we think of them more amazing than we could be, or their accomplishments as impossible for us to compete with through something we want to do. It is mostly because the greatness we recognize in them connects to a (desire for) greatness within ourselves.
These people? They and what they do help us in get in touch with that inner dormant potential, to work on getting out the greatness that is within ourselves.
I was like “Actually no…but THANK YOU for a brilliant idea that I can use later!!”
Later, sparkly pants reader (it’s a cute nickname go with it)…is today.
I meditated again today. Voluntarily.
I was feeling a little restless and stuck so I figured I would have another go at it. I actually really enjoyed the meditation I did before in this challenge. So I decided to do it again. See if it would help.
I grabbed the big fluffy black pillow from our couch, sat down in complete silence and gave myself ten minutes to meditate.
When I was done I had only two thoughts:
1) Why didn’t I meditate this morning so I’d feel this good sooner? In fact, why don’t I meditate EVERY morning?!
2) I have a beautiful exercise to share.
Albeit one where you have to sit still again. I hope that’s okay. It’s a very
lazy using-passive-exercises-constructively-and-self-help-y kind of week.
Greetings, blessings and magical cupcakes with all the flavor and frosting but none of the sugar and calories.
I had a nice day yesterday, unplugged and with family. At my brother’s new place, my mom wouldn’t let me touch anything important. She’s a wise woman. Basically what I did was clean windows and window cills, do minor grocery shopping and cook dinner for my family. Hooray for not having any practical skills but still trying.
After dinner I went home to an empty apartment, as Manfriend was out too, and before bed I sat down on the couch with a glass of water and Neil Gaiman’s American Gods. I was reading in silence. My laptop wasn’t on, closed in the dining room and I was just sitting there when I had a moment of clarity.
For me, a moment of clarity is when I suddenly have (unexpected) epiphanies or realizations about something. Usually about myself or something I’m doing. I’m sure you must experience that too, sometimes. Whether about work, love, thesis stuff or the soul, suddenly you just have a good thought or a new insight. This usually happens when we are relaxed and not thinking about it. That’s why writers have a lot of their best ideas right before falling asleep and that’s why I have notebooks scattered on the bedroom floor (I don’t have a nightstand.)
These moments can happen spontaneously, but you can also actively invite them thought meditiation, exercise or stream-of-consciousness writing.
But we don’t always take time for that nor do we always allow ourself to feel what we’re really feeling or think what we’re really thinking. Because sometimes that’s confrontational, uncomfortable, inconvenient or downright incompatible with our current situation.
But I want you to be brave and do this with me.