Day 53 of 365 Tiny Changes
Have you ever been driving along, talking on the phone, or listening intently to music, or even completely lost in your thoughts, only to come to, look around, and proclaim, “Crap, this is NOT where I want to be!”
What do you do? Do you pull off to the side of the road and turn your car off? Do you call your family and friends and tell them that you won’t be there because you’re not where you thought you should be?
I’m guessing, you either know where you want to be and make the proper turns to get back on the right road to get there, or if you do pull off, it’s to reprogram your GPS, or call for proper directions, so that when you start out again you know exactly where you’re going.
How about if you’re sitting at the kitchen table, and you see your kids playing outside, and you think about how much fun it would be to join them, realizing that sitting at the kitchen table isn’t where you want to be. Do you continue to sit there and watch them, or do you get up and join them in their fun? I’m assuming, you would get up and go outside to play.
What about if you go to work every day and do what you consider to be the rudiments of your job, then go home, eat dinner, then sit in front of the TV for hours, all the while thinking, "This isn’t where I want to be in life." What do you do?
I know what you do. You just sit there. Don’t you?
Why, when you aren’t at the location you are trying to get to, do you keep driving? Why, if you see fun, do you move to join in? Little things, right?
Then why, when it comes to the biggest thing of all, your life, you don’t move. You just sit there.
You’re going to tell me that when you’re driving you have a final destination, or you would never gotten into your car in the first place.
You’re going to tell me that if you hadn’t witnessed the fun others were having, you never would have wanted to get up from the kitchen table.
You’re going to tell me that you don’t know what you want out of life, you just know this isn’t it, so why get up from in front of the TV.
I call Bull Shit!
You know exactly what you want.
You either don’t believe you deserve it, or you’ve stuffed it so far down inside you that you’ve forgotten what it is.
Why?! This is your LIFE! You deserve everything you want or have ever wanted.
Why have you decided you don’t deserve it or will never have it?
Well, stop it!
Here’s what I believe. I believe you have to believe. You have to believe that you deserve the life you want. You have to believe that you can have the life that you want.
I mean really BELIEVE. BELIEVE with all your heart and soul. BELIEVE it with every fiber of your being.
Then you have to go out and get it.
Yes, it’s that simple.
But first, you might want to examine what it is you really want.
If it’s a new Jaguar, what is it about the Jaguar that you want. It’s probably not the engine and the leather seats that you really want. It’s probably the feeling of freedom you imagine you’ll have while speeding down the highway. It may be the statement you perceive you’ll be making when others see you driving it, something like, “Hey look at me, in my new Jaguar. I’ve arrived!”
If you want to take a vacation, to get away from it all. Is it the new venue or is it the sense of adventure or the sense of peace and tranquility you would get from the type of vacation you are imagining?
Is it a bigger home you want? Is it for the increased space or is it the dream of the perfect, loving, tight knit, family that you feel the home will produce?
I believe that many of the material things we wish we had are really our manifestations of our emotions. Some where along the line we decided that we don’t deserve to feel free, or have adventures, or a perfect family, unless we have the new car, are taking vacations to beautiful parts of the world, or have that McMansion.
I’m not saying that those things aren’t great to have, because I would love to have every one of them. I do waiver between an adventurous vacation and a peaceful and tranquil vacation, though.
What I’m saying is that you may not need all of these material things to obtain the emotional fulfillment you are really looking for.
I am even going to be daring and say that you may even be able to get some of these emotions while sitting in front of the TV. Yes, I said it. TV does not have to be the wasteland of the mind. If given proper reverence, the TV could be your gateway to the perfect family time.
Imagine, all of you cuddled close in front of the TV, in your PJ’s, with big bowls of popcorn, lights off, watching the movie you were so excited to see again, after all these years. This time, to share it with the people you love the most. Does that sound like the perfect loving, tight knit family, or what?
How about the adventurous vacation? Do you really need to get far away to find adventure? Have you researched all the adventures you can find close to home, on a Sunday afternoon?
I live in a mid-sized city. Near me are rock climbing walls, ghost hunting tours, sky diving schools, and hot air balloon rides. All of these sound pretty adventurous to me. Oh yeah, there’s even a Zip Line Adventure I purchased for my self, my Significant Other, and my Grandson, as a Christmas present. Adventure is where you look for it.
If you really need the great car to feel that sense of arrival, but can’t afford the purchase price, well then maybe you can rent it for the weekend. Then just get it in and drive your ya-ya’s out. Make sure you give everyone you know a ride in it. That way you get to see their surprise when you drive up, and feel the freedom as you wave good-bye when you drop them off.
Your life is happening now. Right now! If you aren’t truly living it, you may be missing your entire lifetime. This moment is what you have. Tomorrow is not promised. Get up, get going, and LIVE!
Tiny Change 53: I will not spend more than an hour a day in unplanned TV time.
Best Regards,
Linda
Tiny Blessing of the Day: I am blessed to be able to recognize my blessings.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
Who Are You, and Why Are You Here?
Day 52 of 365 Tiny Changes
An infant is born into this world, and immediately upon arrival is met by a rather intimidating woman. This woman looks ancient to the infant, and some what weather worn.
“Who are you? And what are you doing here?” The woman demands.
The infant, not yet knowing what fear or intimidation are, looks around and answers, “I was hoping you would be able to tell me. I’ve never been here before and haven’t had time to figure it all out, yet. From your lack of welcoming, I guess I’m on my own in that department.”
The woman answers back gruffly, “Yep, it’s all on you. I’ve been here to meet about 6 billion other infants, and they all seem to have the same reply as you. Well, get to it then, but mind you, I’ll be back for your answer to my question.
So the infant moves on through life, discovering what infants discover, and learning what infants learn, until they become toddlers. The toddler, half expects the old woman to stop in for a visit, but she never appears.
When the toddler has advanced to a small child and is ready to attend Kindergarten, it's very excited. While standing in the line for the bus on the first day of school, it is, again, approached by the old haggard woman.
“So, who are you and what are you doing here?” she asks.
“Well, you see, I’ve been working on that question for 5 years now. I think the answer is just on the other side of this bus ride. I’m going to start school. My parents tell me that I will learn all kinds of things there. I’m assuming the answer to your question will be one of those things.”
“You don’t say.” comments the woman while looking deep into the child's eyes. “Well, get on with it then, and mind you, I’ll be back to get my answer.” Off she goes, and is quickly lost from view in the crowd of anxious students and parents waiting for the bus.
The child embraces becoming a student. Learning all the things the teachers teach. Advancing, year after year, through primary school.
On the eve of the first day of high school, the student is preparing for the new responsibilities that this higher level of learning will bring, when there is a knock on the window. The student looks out and sees, that after 10 years, the old woman is back.
The window is opened to hear her ask, “So tell me student, who are you and why are you here?
The student is prepared this time. “Well old woman, I am ME.”
“And who are YOU?” she retorts.
“I am ME, a child of my parents, a student of my school, and a friend to my friends.”
“Yeah, and? Is that supposed to answer my question? Maybe you need to go on to high school and get some more education. You still have a lot to learn.” And she stomps off into the night.
The student, continues with the education. After high school, college is attended. All the while looking for the answer to the questions the old woman posed, hoping that the answer will be found before the old woman appears again.
After graduating from college, a job is procured. On the first day of the new job, while waiting at a stop light in rush hour traffic, the old woman pulls open the passenger door and climbs in.
“So, I see you’ve completed your education and have found a place of employment.”
The newly graduated and employed turns to her with a puffed up chest and answers, “Absolutely, there was never any doubt in my mind that I would reach this point in my life.”
So, the craggy old woman asks, “Well then, who are you, and what are you doing here?”
The answer comes quickly and with great confidence, “I am a college graduate, and I am going to set the world on fire in my line of work.”
The old woman, shakes her head slowly from side to side, in what appears to be a disappointed manner. “ There have been many before you with the same belief and there will be many after, I’m sure. But that does not answer my question.” At the next stop light she gets out of the car and disappears into the rushing crowds on the side walk.
The years pass, the newly employed is promoted to a position of great authority and along the way meets the person that will become the life partner. A wedding ensues, and the the first child is born.
On the evening that the child is brought home, while sitting alone in the nursery, rocking the child, the new parent is again visited by the old woman.
“Are you here to pose your question to my child?” the new parent asks.
The old woman looks lovingly upon the child and answers, “No, your child and I have had our conversation. I am here to tell you that you have no worries with this child. This child already knows who it is and why it was put here on earth. You are a very lucky parent to have been given a child with such wisdom.”
“I am here to pose my question to you. Who are you? Why are you here?”
Thoughtfully, the new parent looks down at the infant. Slowly, the new parent turns to the old woman. “How is it, that the child already knows the answer to your question, and I don’t?”
“Some are born knowing, and others die never discovering the answer. It’s the way of the universe,” she answers. “I assure you, the answer is available to you. You must make yourself available to the answer.” With this she is gone.
The new parent focuses on the responsibilities of raising the new child. The new parent also focuses on the responsibilities of being a spouse and an employee. The child grows up and moves out into the world to live their purpose.
Over the years, many things change and many things stay the same. The new parent ages into a grandparent, and eventually is left to live alone when the spouse passes away. After retirement, there is a lot of time given to introspection, and reflection.
One fine, summer afternoon, while sitting on the front porch, drinking a glass of sweet tea, the retiree is once again visited by the old women.
After all these years she still looks the same. She has always looked old and weather worn, but she doesn't look any more so than she ever has in the past. The retiree has a fleeting thought of wonder at how this is possible.
The old woman sits down and joins the retiree for a glass of sweet tea. Together, in comfortable silence, they watch the world go by. After a bit, the retiree turns to the old woman and asks, “So, do you want the answer to your questions?”
The old woman replies, “If you’re ready to give them to me.”
“I am”, states the retiree.
“Well then, who are you?” asks the old woman.
“I am you”, answers the retiree. “I am me. I have no beginning and no end. Though it may appear that my life has a beginning a middle and an end, I do not. I am part of what is and of what will always be. I am an Eternal Being.”
“And why are you here?” asks the old woman.
“I am here to learn, to experience life, and to love. Most importantly to love. Because to love is to learn and experience life to it’s full extent. Love is the secret of life.” states the Eternal Being with conviction.
“And so it is,” agrees the old woman.
The two of them sit in the quiet companionship of a teacher and a former student. A former student who now shares all the knowledge the teacher had to give.
Tiny Change 52: Share the secret of life.
Who are you, and why are you here?
Best Regards,
Linda
Tiny Blessing of the Day: I am blessed to be afforded the time to reflect and introspect.
An infant is born into this world, and immediately upon arrival is met by a rather intimidating woman. This woman looks ancient to the infant, and some what weather worn.
“Who are you? And what are you doing here?” The woman demands.
The infant, not yet knowing what fear or intimidation are, looks around and answers, “I was hoping you would be able to tell me. I’ve never been here before and haven’t had time to figure it all out, yet. From your lack of welcoming, I guess I’m on my own in that department.”
The woman answers back gruffly, “Yep, it’s all on you. I’ve been here to meet about 6 billion other infants, and they all seem to have the same reply as you. Well, get to it then, but mind you, I’ll be back for your answer to my question.
So the infant moves on through life, discovering what infants discover, and learning what infants learn, until they become toddlers. The toddler, half expects the old woman to stop in for a visit, but she never appears.
When the toddler has advanced to a small child and is ready to attend Kindergarten, it's very excited. While standing in the line for the bus on the first day of school, it is, again, approached by the old haggard woman.
“So, who are you and what are you doing here?” she asks.
“Well, you see, I’ve been working on that question for 5 years now. I think the answer is just on the other side of this bus ride. I’m going to start school. My parents tell me that I will learn all kinds of things there. I’m assuming the answer to your question will be one of those things.”
“You don’t say.” comments the woman while looking deep into the child's eyes. “Well, get on with it then, and mind you, I’ll be back to get my answer.” Off she goes, and is quickly lost from view in the crowd of anxious students and parents waiting for the bus.
The child embraces becoming a student. Learning all the things the teachers teach. Advancing, year after year, through primary school.
On the eve of the first day of high school, the student is preparing for the new responsibilities that this higher level of learning will bring, when there is a knock on the window. The student looks out and sees, that after 10 years, the old woman is back.
The window is opened to hear her ask, “So tell me student, who are you and why are you here?
The student is prepared this time. “Well old woman, I am ME.”
“And who are YOU?” she retorts.
“I am ME, a child of my parents, a student of my school, and a friend to my friends.”
“Yeah, and? Is that supposed to answer my question? Maybe you need to go on to high school and get some more education. You still have a lot to learn.” And she stomps off into the night.
The student, continues with the education. After high school, college is attended. All the while looking for the answer to the questions the old woman posed, hoping that the answer will be found before the old woman appears again.
After graduating from college, a job is procured. On the first day of the new job, while waiting at a stop light in rush hour traffic, the old woman pulls open the passenger door and climbs in.
“So, I see you’ve completed your education and have found a place of employment.”
The newly graduated and employed turns to her with a puffed up chest and answers, “Absolutely, there was never any doubt in my mind that I would reach this point in my life.”
So, the craggy old woman asks, “Well then, who are you, and what are you doing here?”
The answer comes quickly and with great confidence, “I am a college graduate, and I am going to set the world on fire in my line of work.”
The old woman, shakes her head slowly from side to side, in what appears to be a disappointed manner. “ There have been many before you with the same belief and there will be many after, I’m sure. But that does not answer my question.” At the next stop light she gets out of the car and disappears into the rushing crowds on the side walk.
The years pass, the newly employed is promoted to a position of great authority and along the way meets the person that will become the life partner. A wedding ensues, and the the first child is born.
On the evening that the child is brought home, while sitting alone in the nursery, rocking the child, the new parent is again visited by the old woman.
“Are you here to pose your question to my child?” the new parent asks.
The old woman looks lovingly upon the child and answers, “No, your child and I have had our conversation. I am here to tell you that you have no worries with this child. This child already knows who it is and why it was put here on earth. You are a very lucky parent to have been given a child with such wisdom.”
“I am here to pose my question to you. Who are you? Why are you here?”
Thoughtfully, the new parent looks down at the infant. Slowly, the new parent turns to the old woman. “How is it, that the child already knows the answer to your question, and I don’t?”
“Some are born knowing, and others die never discovering the answer. It’s the way of the universe,” she answers. “I assure you, the answer is available to you. You must make yourself available to the answer.” With this she is gone.
The new parent focuses on the responsibilities of raising the new child. The new parent also focuses on the responsibilities of being a spouse and an employee. The child grows up and moves out into the world to live their purpose.
Over the years, many things change and many things stay the same. The new parent ages into a grandparent, and eventually is left to live alone when the spouse passes away. After retirement, there is a lot of time given to introspection, and reflection.
One fine, summer afternoon, while sitting on the front porch, drinking a glass of sweet tea, the retiree is once again visited by the old women.
After all these years she still looks the same. She has always looked old and weather worn, but she doesn't look any more so than she ever has in the past. The retiree has a fleeting thought of wonder at how this is possible.
The old woman sits down and joins the retiree for a glass of sweet tea. Together, in comfortable silence, they watch the world go by. After a bit, the retiree turns to the old woman and asks, “So, do you want the answer to your questions?”
The old woman replies, “If you’re ready to give them to me.”
“I am”, states the retiree.
“Well then, who are you?” asks the old woman.
“I am you”, answers the retiree. “I am me. I have no beginning and no end. Though it may appear that my life has a beginning a middle and an end, I do not. I am part of what is and of what will always be. I am an Eternal Being.”
“And why are you here?” asks the old woman.
“I am here to learn, to experience life, and to love. Most importantly to love. Because to love is to learn and experience life to it’s full extent. Love is the secret of life.” states the Eternal Being with conviction.
“And so it is,” agrees the old woman.
The two of them sit in the quiet companionship of a teacher and a former student. A former student who now shares all the knowledge the teacher had to give.
Tiny Change 52: Share the secret of life.
Who are you, and why are you here?
Best Regards,
Linda
Tiny Blessing of the Day: I am blessed to be afforded the time to reflect and introspect.
Separate but Precious
Day 51 of 365 Tiny Changes
The last few days I have been watching quite a bit of television. When I watch TV, I channel flip, looking for that show that really catches my interest.
I landed on a show that I could only watch a few minutes of, before I just had to move on. The show was “Wife Swap”. This reality show takes the mom from one household and switches her with the mom from another household, usually in a completely different part of the country, geographically and economically. The film crew then follows these women around filming the chaos that ensues. At the end of the show the wives are reunited with their husbands and the two couples sit down to give each other advise. This part normally doesn’t go too well. How dare someone who has actually walked in their shoes and lived their lives for a few weeks, literally, have any suggestions about how things could be done differently. Oh, the silliness of huge egos.
The episode I landed on had a New Age wife swapped with a Cowboy wife. What struck me was the husbands. The New Age husband was a lot different than most of the men I have had experience dealing with, but he seemed to be very open minded about a lot of things. The Cowboy wasn’t. The Cowboy was a chauvinist. I detest chauvinists. That's when I flipped the channel.
I try not to be judgemental about other people and their beliefs, but I draw the line at male chauvinism, because it is a form of prejudice aimed at women.
Women and men are both human. We are built differently, and we think differently, because our use for the continuation of our species is different. The fact is, we could not complete the job of procreation without both parties. Thus we are equally important. Different but equal.
This phrase, different but equal, has been used in reference to different races, also. However, the point doesn’t seem to have stuck with most people. Maybe we need a different phrase that describes more fully that we are all human. We all have a purpose, and that no one gender, race, or creed, should put themselves above anyone else.
I propose, “Different but Precious.”
Webster’s defines precious as being valuable, highly esteemed or cherished. What if we were to look at every other human being as being valuable? What if we were to hold every other human being with our highest esteem? What if we were to cherish every other human being? Just imagine how different our world would be.
Let’s bring the thought closer to home. What if every day you were to let your family know that you held them as being precious to you? How would you treat your spouse, your children, even your dog?
I hear you. You’re thinking how can I hold my family as precious when they argue, fight, and create dirty laundry? It’s definitely a shift in your thinking.
When you look at your spouse, or child, sleeping, do you get that warm all over feeling? The feeling that you are so happy that they are a part of your life, and that you don’t know where you would be or what you would do without them? In that moment, they are precious to you. You truly cherish them, and know that you would do anything to protect them.
Somehow, you have to capture that feeling, so that you can recall it when you need it. Like when you’ve just matched and folded your 500th pair of white socks, or when you’ve just cleaned the kitchen and your teenager decides he’s going to create his 6th meal of the day and make a huge mess, that he doesn’t even consider cleaning up on his own. Those times, when they frustrate you the most, are when you need to be able to recall how precious they are to you.
In my opinion, if we hold someone as being separate but precious, we certainly don’t hold them as being subordinate to us. We don’t expect them to serve us and put our needs above their own.
When I hold someone as being separate but precious, I want to encourage them to seek out the things that please them, and give their life meaning. I want to be supportive of them, while keeping my own identity and life purpose.
This isn’t easy. As humans our egos seem to play a huge role in how we see and treat others. There are examples that we can study and refer to for guidance such as Mother Theresa, Gandhi, The Buddha, Martin Luther King, Jr., Jesus, to name a few of the most well known. You’ll notice they are all dead.
Who is our current leader in the fight against prejudice and forced inequality? Is it you?
Does the thought scare you? Is it because it appears to be such a huge task to end prejudice and forced inequality world wide?
Well, then don’t think so big. Think about this moment, right where you are. Think about the false judgments you hold about other genders, other races, other creeds. Throw out those thoughts.
Move forward into the next moment with a new thought, one of equality for all. A thought that cherishes all of human kind.
Thoughts become behaviors. Behaviors have ripple effects. The more people you treat with love and respect, the more the people who have received your love and respect will treat others with love and respect.
Changing the world does start with you. Every belief you hold and action you take has the potential to change the world for the better or for the worse. It’s your choice.
Do you understand how powerful you truly are?
Tiny Change 51: Embrace my power and treat others as the precious beings they are.
Best Regards,
Linda
Tiny Blessing of the Day: I am blessed to live in a country where race, creed, and gender, equality is legislated, if not quite yet lived to fruition.
The last few days I have been watching quite a bit of television. When I watch TV, I channel flip, looking for that show that really catches my interest.
I landed on a show that I could only watch a few minutes of, before I just had to move on. The show was “Wife Swap”. This reality show takes the mom from one household and switches her with the mom from another household, usually in a completely different part of the country, geographically and economically. The film crew then follows these women around filming the chaos that ensues. At the end of the show the wives are reunited with their husbands and the two couples sit down to give each other advise. This part normally doesn’t go too well. How dare someone who has actually walked in their shoes and lived their lives for a few weeks, literally, have any suggestions about how things could be done differently. Oh, the silliness of huge egos.
The episode I landed on had a New Age wife swapped with a Cowboy wife. What struck me was the husbands. The New Age husband was a lot different than most of the men I have had experience dealing with, but he seemed to be very open minded about a lot of things. The Cowboy wasn’t. The Cowboy was a chauvinist. I detest chauvinists. That's when I flipped the channel.
I try not to be judgemental about other people and their beliefs, but I draw the line at male chauvinism, because it is a form of prejudice aimed at women.
Women and men are both human. We are built differently, and we think differently, because our use for the continuation of our species is different. The fact is, we could not complete the job of procreation without both parties. Thus we are equally important. Different but equal.
This phrase, different but equal, has been used in reference to different races, also. However, the point doesn’t seem to have stuck with most people. Maybe we need a different phrase that describes more fully that we are all human. We all have a purpose, and that no one gender, race, or creed, should put themselves above anyone else.
I propose, “Different but Precious.”
Webster’s defines precious as being valuable, highly esteemed or cherished. What if we were to look at every other human being as being valuable? What if we were to hold every other human being with our highest esteem? What if we were to cherish every other human being? Just imagine how different our world would be.
Let’s bring the thought closer to home. What if every day you were to let your family know that you held them as being precious to you? How would you treat your spouse, your children, even your dog?
I hear you. You’re thinking how can I hold my family as precious when they argue, fight, and create dirty laundry? It’s definitely a shift in your thinking.
When you look at your spouse, or child, sleeping, do you get that warm all over feeling? The feeling that you are so happy that they are a part of your life, and that you don’t know where you would be or what you would do without them? In that moment, they are precious to you. You truly cherish them, and know that you would do anything to protect them.
Somehow, you have to capture that feeling, so that you can recall it when you need it. Like when you’ve just matched and folded your 500th pair of white socks, or when you’ve just cleaned the kitchen and your teenager decides he’s going to create his 6th meal of the day and make a huge mess, that he doesn’t even consider cleaning up on his own. Those times, when they frustrate you the most, are when you need to be able to recall how precious they are to you.
In my opinion, if we hold someone as being separate but precious, we certainly don’t hold them as being subordinate to us. We don’t expect them to serve us and put our needs above their own.
When I hold someone as being separate but precious, I want to encourage them to seek out the things that please them, and give their life meaning. I want to be supportive of them, while keeping my own identity and life purpose.
This isn’t easy. As humans our egos seem to play a huge role in how we see and treat others. There are examples that we can study and refer to for guidance such as Mother Theresa, Gandhi, The Buddha, Martin Luther King, Jr., Jesus, to name a few of the most well known. You’ll notice they are all dead.
Who is our current leader in the fight against prejudice and forced inequality? Is it you?
Does the thought scare you? Is it because it appears to be such a huge task to end prejudice and forced inequality world wide?
Well, then don’t think so big. Think about this moment, right where you are. Think about the false judgments you hold about other genders, other races, other creeds. Throw out those thoughts.
Move forward into the next moment with a new thought, one of equality for all. A thought that cherishes all of human kind.
Thoughts become behaviors. Behaviors have ripple effects. The more people you treat with love and respect, the more the people who have received your love and respect will treat others with love and respect.
Changing the world does start with you. Every belief you hold and action you take has the potential to change the world for the better or for the worse. It’s your choice.
Do you understand how powerful you truly are?
Tiny Change 51: Embrace my power and treat others as the precious beings they are.
Best Regards,
Linda
Tiny Blessing of the Day: I am blessed to live in a country where race, creed, and gender, equality is legislated, if not quite yet lived to fruition.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Experiencing the Moment
Day 50 of 365 Tiny Changes
I like to read. I read a lot. I read all sorts of topics. My favorites are mysteries and self actualization.
Notice I didn’t write self-help. I don’t agree with this categorization of this type of book. It’s a little condescending. I’m not saying that I don’t need a little help with life now and again, because I do. I am saying, I usually read this type of book looking for ideas or insight to life life a little better, not help, persay.
I’ve read this type of book since I discovered them, sometime in the early 80’s. This is one of the only types of books that I buy, because if I find the book has some good advise I like to be able to go back and re-read it for clarification or further insights. With mystery books, once I know the ending, I always know the ending, so reading them more than once is less than suspenseful.
The books I’m reading now are somewhat esoteric. More along the lines of true self and what not. Most books I can read through pretty quickly, not this topic. This topic requires some thinking breaks. Time to allow the ideas to sink in. It was on one of these thinking breaks that I had a thought. It’s true. A thought. This thought is a thought I think is worth sharing. So here it is. If you’re ready...
We are living life way too fast.
That’s it. That’s my thought.
So, because you’re in a hurray to get on with what ever you have to do next, you’re going to skip right over this thought, instead of taking the time to share it with me. But, I’m going to ask you to slow down, and take the time to think about this with me, anyway.
Beyond the obvious of one minute managing, fast cars, and even faster food, we are living life way too fast. When was the last time you thought about what your were doing? I mean really thought about what you were doing, this very moment.
I’m sure you’ve heard the phrase, living in the moment. I’m willing to bet you think you do. You think that you live in this moment, and the next moment, and the next, and the next, and the next. Until they all run together into one long, lived out, day.
THAT is why I’m going to change the phrase to “experiencing the moment”. You’ll see the difference. I promise.
Right now. STOP. Stop everything. Stop reading, stop moving, stop thinking. Close your eyes and feel. Feel the pressure of your behind on your seat. Feel the waist band of your pants on your hips. Feel the weight of your ankle crossed over the top of the other one. Feel everything. Go on, do it. Close your eyes and just feel.
Now, close your eyes and listen. Listen to your breathe, going in and out. Listen to the phone in the next cubicle, ringing. Listen to the door in your department, opening and closing. Listen to your co-workers chatting. Just listen. Don’t interpret. Don’t eavesdrop. Just listen.
Now, open your eyes and just look. Look at your desk. Look at your cubicle walls and the things you have posted there. Look at the ceiling. Look out the window, if you can. Just look. Don’t think. Just absorb, the colors, the shapes, the light, the dark. Suck it all in.
This feeling, listening, looking, is what experiencing the moment is all about.
This morning, I put on my shoes. But this morning, I didn’t just put on my shoes. This morning I experienced putting on my shoes. I felt my toe find it’s well worn place inside my shoe. I felt my heel slide in against the back of the shoe. I felt the slight tickle on my upper foot, as I straightened the tongue. I felt the pressure of the shoe laces tightening. Then, I felt the laces sliding against the skin of my fingers as I tied them. This morning, I truly experienced putting on my shoes.
I discovered that this exercises has become so rote that the only time I “feel” it is when something hurts, like tightening the laces, too tight, or tying the laces with a cut on my finger.
So much in life has gotten so routine that I only stop to pay attention to it when it hurts. How terribly sad.
There is so much to be enjoyed in life, yes, even putting on my shoes this morning can be enjoyed. If I take the time to pay attention and experience the sensations. The cool part about this is that it doesn’t really take any more time.
We can still life our life at 150 miles an hour, we just have to hone our awareness. We just have to learn to pay attention to all of the little wonderful sensations that we feel every day and currently ignore. What is the point of pushing forward to the next moment while skipping over the enjoyable sensations of this moment?
I can’t get stuck here. The likelihood of my enjoying the sensations of putting on my shoes so much that I put them on and take them off over and over again, and sort of get stuck there, are slim to none. So, why not, pay attention when I do it and enjoy it while I am completing the task?
This experiencing the sensations of the moment, can be a part of every part of the day. I can feel the pressure of the keys against my finger tips as I type this. When I receive a text message from someone, I can enjoy the feelings I get while reading the message, and the fleeting thought of, “Ain’t technology cool”, while I type my reply message.
Feeling sad and lonely? Stop. Feel the sensations of being alive, breathing, heart beating. Listen to the hum of electricity, and the singing of the birds. See the beauty that surrounds us. Allow the feeling of becoming overwhelmed with the miracle that is life on this planet.
Tiny Change 50: Hone my skills of experiencing the moment.
What experiences are you missing each and every moment of your life?
Best Regards,
Linda
Tiny Blessing of the Day: I am blessed to have the sensory preceptor's to enhance my life.
I like to read. I read a lot. I read all sorts of topics. My favorites are mysteries and self actualization.
Notice I didn’t write self-help. I don’t agree with this categorization of this type of book. It’s a little condescending. I’m not saying that I don’t need a little help with life now and again, because I do. I am saying, I usually read this type of book looking for ideas or insight to life life a little better, not help, persay.
I’ve read this type of book since I discovered them, sometime in the early 80’s. This is one of the only types of books that I buy, because if I find the book has some good advise I like to be able to go back and re-read it for clarification or further insights. With mystery books, once I know the ending, I always know the ending, so reading them more than once is less than suspenseful.
The books I’m reading now are somewhat esoteric. More along the lines of true self and what not. Most books I can read through pretty quickly, not this topic. This topic requires some thinking breaks. Time to allow the ideas to sink in. It was on one of these thinking breaks that I had a thought. It’s true. A thought. This thought is a thought I think is worth sharing. So here it is. If you’re ready...
We are living life way too fast.
That’s it. That’s my thought.
So, because you’re in a hurray to get on with what ever you have to do next, you’re going to skip right over this thought, instead of taking the time to share it with me. But, I’m going to ask you to slow down, and take the time to think about this with me, anyway.
Beyond the obvious of one minute managing, fast cars, and even faster food, we are living life way too fast. When was the last time you thought about what your were doing? I mean really thought about what you were doing, this very moment.
I’m sure you’ve heard the phrase, living in the moment. I’m willing to bet you think you do. You think that you live in this moment, and the next moment, and the next, and the next, and the next. Until they all run together into one long, lived out, day.
THAT is why I’m going to change the phrase to “experiencing the moment”. You’ll see the difference. I promise.
Right now. STOP. Stop everything. Stop reading, stop moving, stop thinking. Close your eyes and feel. Feel the pressure of your behind on your seat. Feel the waist band of your pants on your hips. Feel the weight of your ankle crossed over the top of the other one. Feel everything. Go on, do it. Close your eyes and just feel.
Now, close your eyes and listen. Listen to your breathe, going in and out. Listen to the phone in the next cubicle, ringing. Listen to the door in your department, opening and closing. Listen to your co-workers chatting. Just listen. Don’t interpret. Don’t eavesdrop. Just listen.
Now, open your eyes and just look. Look at your desk. Look at your cubicle walls and the things you have posted there. Look at the ceiling. Look out the window, if you can. Just look. Don’t think. Just absorb, the colors, the shapes, the light, the dark. Suck it all in.
This feeling, listening, looking, is what experiencing the moment is all about.
This morning, I put on my shoes. But this morning, I didn’t just put on my shoes. This morning I experienced putting on my shoes. I felt my toe find it’s well worn place inside my shoe. I felt my heel slide in against the back of the shoe. I felt the slight tickle on my upper foot, as I straightened the tongue. I felt the pressure of the shoe laces tightening. Then, I felt the laces sliding against the skin of my fingers as I tied them. This morning, I truly experienced putting on my shoes.
I discovered that this exercises has become so rote that the only time I “feel” it is when something hurts, like tightening the laces, too tight, or tying the laces with a cut on my finger.
So much in life has gotten so routine that I only stop to pay attention to it when it hurts. How terribly sad.
There is so much to be enjoyed in life, yes, even putting on my shoes this morning can be enjoyed. If I take the time to pay attention and experience the sensations. The cool part about this is that it doesn’t really take any more time.
We can still life our life at 150 miles an hour, we just have to hone our awareness. We just have to learn to pay attention to all of the little wonderful sensations that we feel every day and currently ignore. What is the point of pushing forward to the next moment while skipping over the enjoyable sensations of this moment?
I can’t get stuck here. The likelihood of my enjoying the sensations of putting on my shoes so much that I put them on and take them off over and over again, and sort of get stuck there, are slim to none. So, why not, pay attention when I do it and enjoy it while I am completing the task?
This experiencing the sensations of the moment, can be a part of every part of the day. I can feel the pressure of the keys against my finger tips as I type this. When I receive a text message from someone, I can enjoy the feelings I get while reading the message, and the fleeting thought of, “Ain’t technology cool”, while I type my reply message.
Feeling sad and lonely? Stop. Feel the sensations of being alive, breathing, heart beating. Listen to the hum of electricity, and the singing of the birds. See the beauty that surrounds us. Allow the feeling of becoming overwhelmed with the miracle that is life on this planet.
Tiny Change 50: Hone my skills of experiencing the moment.
What experiences are you missing each and every moment of your life?
Best Regards,
Linda
Tiny Blessing of the Day: I am blessed to have the sensory preceptor's to enhance my life.
It's all about the Color
Day 49 of 365 Tiny Changes
I watch a lot of home improvement shows on TV. I like to watch them to get ideas, or learn about new products, or learn how designers problem solve. Some of these shows pretty much ignore the home owner. They introduce them at the beginning of the show and then send them away until the big reveal at the end. The shows I really enjoy, though, are the one’s that really work with or at least really interview the home owners.
One of my favorite “issues” that the designers come up against is a home owner that is afraid of color. I like this issue, because I just don’t get it.
What is it like to be afraid of color? Do they own black and white TV’s? Are their cars some version of gray? Are all of their clothes tones of black and white? This is a fear that is far beyond my comprehension.
Invariably though, the viewer discovers that the home owner really doesn’t have a true fear of color. It’s more like they have a fear of choosing the “wrong” color. Again, I don’t get it.
To me, color is color. There are no “right” colors or “wrong” colors. Some colors may be more pleasing to my particular senses. I suppose, that would make the colors I don’t particularly like the “wrong” colors for me. However, the person standing next to me, you for example, may really love my “wrong” colors, so that would make those colors “right” colors for you. Right?
Ultimately, the viewer discovers that the home owner actually has a case of WWOPT (What Would Other People Think?) This I understand. This illness is everywhere, it’s in every neighborhood, every walk of life. It’s reached pandemic proportions. It’s a horrible disease. WWOPT stifles creativity, causes the victim to become judgemental, and generally makes the world boring beige.
The victims are all over my neighborhood. I went for my walk this morning and witnessed the damage WWOPT causes. My neighborhood was once a little town all its own. At some point it was annexed into the larger city to the north. I find it very interesting to walk through the neighborhood and look at the different styles of homes that exist there, because they tell the story of good economic times.
The homes furthest to the north, Folk Victorian's, were built around 1900-1910. There aren’t very many of these homes. As I walk south, I come to the most popular version of homes in the neighborhood. These homes were built between 1910 and 1930. If you are at all into architecture types, you will know what I mean when I tell you that these homes are classic Arts and Crafts style homes. As I move further south I come to the next most popular style homes that were built in the late 40’s, post WW II. Finally, as I walk to the southern most area of our neighborhood I come to the newest homes built here. Mid-Century Modern, built in the 50’s and early 60’s.
This was a working man’s neighborhood, and still is. The homes are modest and the yards are small, and for the most part, well maintained.
Unless you are aware of all of the different types of architectural styles here, you would probably find a walk through my neighborhood boring. There really isn’t much to look at. Most of the homes are occupied by victims of WWOPT disease. The majority of them are painted white. There are a few that are beige and off white. There is the occasional soft green home. That’s it.
Are you aware that color in infinite? That’s right there are more colors out there than you will ever be able to enjoy in your life time. Yet, the owners in my neighborhood have chosen to stick to the “safe” colors. The neutrals. Hundreds of homes. Hundreds of opportunities for self expression and the entire neighborhood is stuck on the neutral palette.
I am here to tell you there is no such thing as an “unsafe” color. These home owners are worried about what other people would think about their color choices. How sad.
I applaud the peoples of the Caribbean. They paint their homes bright yellow and blue and even pink. They aren’t “afraid” of a little color. When I see these homes or even pictures of them, I think happy thoughts. I imagine the people living in these homes must like to have fun and enjoy life. When I walk through my neighborhood and look at the lack of color present, I think the people that live here are boring and maybe a little sad.
I propose that we should paint our houses our favorite color. Imagine it. You turn onto your street and see your home, bathed in your very most favorite color, in front of you, in all its glory. You know that when you walk into your door you will be blanketed and protected by your favorite color. Who wouldn’t feel safe and happy then? No sad sacks in neutrals allowed.
I’m happy to report that our home is a stand out in our neighborhood. Our home is a dark gray with teal blue shutters and awnings, and a raspberry front door. Our house is adorable. What do other people think? Who cares?! It’s our home and it makes us happy to walk through a raspberry colored door.
We have a couple of stand out neighbors, too. The lady down the street painted her front door purple. The man around the corner decided to house the cast of that movie about the gnomes. He has every yard decoration and gnome ever created in his front yard and he named his place “Marty’s Hacienda”. Tell me that man isn’t about having fun in life.
Of all the things one can choose to be afraid of in life, color is not one of them. If we stop worrying about what other people think and go with the colors we love, we will be much happier and have the benefit of living in a much more colorful world.
Tiny Change 49: I will strive to cure my WWOPT disease and go with the colors or other things in my life that I enjoy.
If you would paint your home your favorite color, what wonderful color would you come home to each day? If this isn’t something that you want to rush out to do, maybe because it’s not a good idea to paint outside in the winter, what can you choose to make more colorful in your life? Your shoes, your purse, your glasses, your underwear...?
Best Regards,
Linda
Tiny Blessing of the Day: I am blessed to have the gift of eyesight to be able to enjoy all the beautiful colors in the world.
I watch a lot of home improvement shows on TV. I like to watch them to get ideas, or learn about new products, or learn how designers problem solve. Some of these shows pretty much ignore the home owner. They introduce them at the beginning of the show and then send them away until the big reveal at the end. The shows I really enjoy, though, are the one’s that really work with or at least really interview the home owners.
One of my favorite “issues” that the designers come up against is a home owner that is afraid of color. I like this issue, because I just don’t get it.
What is it like to be afraid of color? Do they own black and white TV’s? Are their cars some version of gray? Are all of their clothes tones of black and white? This is a fear that is far beyond my comprehension.
Invariably though, the viewer discovers that the home owner really doesn’t have a true fear of color. It’s more like they have a fear of choosing the “wrong” color. Again, I don’t get it.
To me, color is color. There are no “right” colors or “wrong” colors. Some colors may be more pleasing to my particular senses. I suppose, that would make the colors I don’t particularly like the “wrong” colors for me. However, the person standing next to me, you for example, may really love my “wrong” colors, so that would make those colors “right” colors for you. Right?
Ultimately, the viewer discovers that the home owner actually has a case of WWOPT (What Would Other People Think?) This I understand. This illness is everywhere, it’s in every neighborhood, every walk of life. It’s reached pandemic proportions. It’s a horrible disease. WWOPT stifles creativity, causes the victim to become judgemental, and generally makes the world boring beige.
The victims are all over my neighborhood. I went for my walk this morning and witnessed the damage WWOPT causes. My neighborhood was once a little town all its own. At some point it was annexed into the larger city to the north. I find it very interesting to walk through the neighborhood and look at the different styles of homes that exist there, because they tell the story of good economic times.
The homes furthest to the north, Folk Victorian's, were built around 1900-1910. There aren’t very many of these homes. As I walk south, I come to the most popular version of homes in the neighborhood. These homes were built between 1910 and 1930. If you are at all into architecture types, you will know what I mean when I tell you that these homes are classic Arts and Crafts style homes. As I move further south I come to the next most popular style homes that were built in the late 40’s, post WW II. Finally, as I walk to the southern most area of our neighborhood I come to the newest homes built here. Mid-Century Modern, built in the 50’s and early 60’s.
This was a working man’s neighborhood, and still is. The homes are modest and the yards are small, and for the most part, well maintained.
Unless you are aware of all of the different types of architectural styles here, you would probably find a walk through my neighborhood boring. There really isn’t much to look at. Most of the homes are occupied by victims of WWOPT disease. The majority of them are painted white. There are a few that are beige and off white. There is the occasional soft green home. That’s it.
Are you aware that color in infinite? That’s right there are more colors out there than you will ever be able to enjoy in your life time. Yet, the owners in my neighborhood have chosen to stick to the “safe” colors. The neutrals. Hundreds of homes. Hundreds of opportunities for self expression and the entire neighborhood is stuck on the neutral palette.
I am here to tell you there is no such thing as an “unsafe” color. These home owners are worried about what other people would think about their color choices. How sad.
I applaud the peoples of the Caribbean. They paint their homes bright yellow and blue and even pink. They aren’t “afraid” of a little color. When I see these homes or even pictures of them, I think happy thoughts. I imagine the people living in these homes must like to have fun and enjoy life. When I walk through my neighborhood and look at the lack of color present, I think the people that live here are boring and maybe a little sad.
I propose that we should paint our houses our favorite color. Imagine it. You turn onto your street and see your home, bathed in your very most favorite color, in front of you, in all its glory. You know that when you walk into your door you will be blanketed and protected by your favorite color. Who wouldn’t feel safe and happy then? No sad sacks in neutrals allowed.
I’m happy to report that our home is a stand out in our neighborhood. Our home is a dark gray with teal blue shutters and awnings, and a raspberry front door. Our house is adorable. What do other people think? Who cares?! It’s our home and it makes us happy to walk through a raspberry colored door.
We have a couple of stand out neighbors, too. The lady down the street painted her front door purple. The man around the corner decided to house the cast of that movie about the gnomes. He has every yard decoration and gnome ever created in his front yard and he named his place “Marty’s Hacienda”. Tell me that man isn’t about having fun in life.
Of all the things one can choose to be afraid of in life, color is not one of them. If we stop worrying about what other people think and go with the colors we love, we will be much happier and have the benefit of living in a much more colorful world.
Tiny Change 49: I will strive to cure my WWOPT disease and go with the colors or other things in my life that I enjoy.
If you would paint your home your favorite color, what wonderful color would you come home to each day? If this isn’t something that you want to rush out to do, maybe because it’s not a good idea to paint outside in the winter, what can you choose to make more colorful in your life? Your shoes, your purse, your glasses, your underwear...?
Best Regards,
Linda
Tiny Blessing of the Day: I am blessed to have the gift of eyesight to be able to enjoy all the beautiful colors in the world.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Dancing to the Music
Day 48 of 365 Tiny Changes
I’m not a huge follower of music. I mean, I like it and all, but I never remember the lyrics to songs or who wrote them or when or who recorded them. None of that really seems important to me. What matters to me is whether I like the song or not.
However, every once in while, I get a song in my head that just won’t leave. I’m serious. When this happens, the song will stay in my head for DAYS. I have dreams with the song in them, I wake up with the song in my head. Every where I go, the song comes with me.
I have a song in my head right now. It’s a current song playing on the radio, but I have no idea who the artist is or even what the lyrics are. I have the melody in my head. Maybe you will recognize it...
laaa Laa LA.
laaa Laa LA.
laaa Laa LA.
laaa Laa LA.
lalala
lalala
LaLaLaLA
LaLaLa
lalala
lalala
LaLaLaLA
LaLaLa
laaa Laa LA.
laaa Laa LA.
laaa Laa LA.
laaa Laa LA.
Know it? This is what I have been living with for the last 3 days and nights. It’s a really good thing I actually like this song.
I could fight against it. Listen to other music, really loudly, to try to replace it with something else. Or I could beat my head against a wall, in hopes that the ensuing headache would replace the repeating melody.
I’ve decided, instead to live with it. I like the song. It’s up beat. It’s fun. So I’m going to enjoy it while I have it. I have taken time out to dance to it at least a half dozen times. Twice today, already.
I wish life was more like the movies and we all had a mood setting soundtrack that played in our head. Think about it. How handy this would be? For instance, let’s say we’re driving along, we hear nice soothing music, when suddenly the sound increases, the music gets more dramatic, then right as we’re about to get hit broad side in an intersection, the music gets all chaotic, with lots of cymbals clashing and drums banging. Well, when this series began, we would know to pull over and get out of the car, for our own safety and maybe even the safety of our cars.
Going one step further, the sound track would be able to guide all of our actions. Asleep on the couch, hear a sound upstairs, begin to climb the stairs. Hint, hint. If the music gets scary, DON’T CLIMB THE STAIRS. Instead, go out side and go the direction that the music in your head directs you to go. If you turn left, and the music is still scary, or worse, gets louder, then go right, until the music is softer and calmer. I’ve always wondered why, with all that loud scary music playing, actors choose to climb stairs to trap them selves, when they could just as easily walk out the front door to wide open spaces and other non-scary humans. I’m sure they get compensated well for being so addle brained.
How about going shopping? We simply walk along the sidewalk, turn toward a store, reach for the door, and then listen to the music that plays in our head. If it’s happy music, we may be in for a really good deal. If it’s symphony music, we may be in for some really boring choices. Let the music do the choosing. Life would be a whole lot simpler this way.
So, that is what I’m going to do. I’m no longer going to fight the song that randomly appears in my head. I’m going to live with it. Maybe even reflect on it a little. This particular song is happy, so maybe I’m happy. If the next song is a little sad, maybe something is making me a little sad. Sometimes, I hear the Smurf song. Don’t think I really want to reflect on that one, although I really have nothing against little blue people.
I think I’ll take this one step further. I’m going to choose to live with some of the other little, somewhat annoying, things that pop up in my life. You know, the kind of things I’m talking about. Like when some one else sits down at my desk and moves my stuff. Irritating. But not really important in the overall experience of life. Someone puts the dishes away in the wrong spot. Bothersome. Well, at least they got put away, and I didn’t have to do it.
Tiny Change 48: Don’t sweat the small stuff, and enjoy the music.
What irritating little things can you learn to overlook.
Best Regards,
Linda
Tiny Blessing of the Day: I am truly blessed to be able to hear music of any kind.
I’m not a huge follower of music. I mean, I like it and all, but I never remember the lyrics to songs or who wrote them or when or who recorded them. None of that really seems important to me. What matters to me is whether I like the song or not.
However, every once in while, I get a song in my head that just won’t leave. I’m serious. When this happens, the song will stay in my head for DAYS. I have dreams with the song in them, I wake up with the song in my head. Every where I go, the song comes with me.
I have a song in my head right now. It’s a current song playing on the radio, but I have no idea who the artist is or even what the lyrics are. I have the melody in my head. Maybe you will recognize it...
laaa Laa LA.
laaa Laa LA.
laaa Laa LA.
laaa Laa LA.
lalala
lalala
LaLaLaLA
LaLaLa
lalala
lalala
LaLaLaLA
LaLaLa
laaa Laa LA.
laaa Laa LA.
laaa Laa LA.
laaa Laa LA.
Know it? This is what I have been living with for the last 3 days and nights. It’s a really good thing I actually like this song.
I could fight against it. Listen to other music, really loudly, to try to replace it with something else. Or I could beat my head against a wall, in hopes that the ensuing headache would replace the repeating melody.
I’ve decided, instead to live with it. I like the song. It’s up beat. It’s fun. So I’m going to enjoy it while I have it. I have taken time out to dance to it at least a half dozen times. Twice today, already.
I wish life was more like the movies and we all had a mood setting soundtrack that played in our head. Think about it. How handy this would be? For instance, let’s say we’re driving along, we hear nice soothing music, when suddenly the sound increases, the music gets more dramatic, then right as we’re about to get hit broad side in an intersection, the music gets all chaotic, with lots of cymbals clashing and drums banging. Well, when this series began, we would know to pull over and get out of the car, for our own safety and maybe even the safety of our cars.
Going one step further, the sound track would be able to guide all of our actions. Asleep on the couch, hear a sound upstairs, begin to climb the stairs. Hint, hint. If the music gets scary, DON’T CLIMB THE STAIRS. Instead, go out side and go the direction that the music in your head directs you to go. If you turn left, and the music is still scary, or worse, gets louder, then go right, until the music is softer and calmer. I’ve always wondered why, with all that loud scary music playing, actors choose to climb stairs to trap them selves, when they could just as easily walk out the front door to wide open spaces and other non-scary humans. I’m sure they get compensated well for being so addle brained.
How about going shopping? We simply walk along the sidewalk, turn toward a store, reach for the door, and then listen to the music that plays in our head. If it’s happy music, we may be in for a really good deal. If it’s symphony music, we may be in for some really boring choices. Let the music do the choosing. Life would be a whole lot simpler this way.
So, that is what I’m going to do. I’m no longer going to fight the song that randomly appears in my head. I’m going to live with it. Maybe even reflect on it a little. This particular song is happy, so maybe I’m happy. If the next song is a little sad, maybe something is making me a little sad. Sometimes, I hear the Smurf song. Don’t think I really want to reflect on that one, although I really have nothing against little blue people.
I think I’ll take this one step further. I’m going to choose to live with some of the other little, somewhat annoying, things that pop up in my life. You know, the kind of things I’m talking about. Like when some one else sits down at my desk and moves my stuff. Irritating. But not really important in the overall experience of life. Someone puts the dishes away in the wrong spot. Bothersome. Well, at least they got put away, and I didn’t have to do it.
Tiny Change 48: Don’t sweat the small stuff, and enjoy the music.
What irritating little things can you learn to overlook.
Best Regards,
Linda
Tiny Blessing of the Day: I am truly blessed to be able to hear music of any kind.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Focus
Day 47 of 365 Tiny Changes
I’ve been researching and thinking about what makes one person more successful, then another.
When I use the term successful, I’m not just referring to financially, though that certainly is included. One can choose their success. One can be a successful parent, athlete, scrapbooker, sales person...you fill in the blank. It doesn’t matter what one is successful at, just that one is successful.
So I’ve read, and I’ve researched, and I’ve chatted, and I’ve thought about it. Finally, the answer occurred to me. Focus. The majority of the successful people who I’ve researched had this one thing in common. They all knew what they wanted and then went after it, like a dog after a stick. In order to become successful at anything, one has to really focus on it.
Think about it. To become a good parent, it would be extremely necessary to focus on the child and the child’s needs. If one is focused on work when the child is in the room, would one be a better worker or a better parent? At that moment in time, one would be a more successful worker than a parent. Now, if the focus was shifted to the child and his needs, and the job responsibilities neglected, at that moment, one would be a better parent than a worker.
Focus. It is possible to be successful at more that one thing. We all have many areas and interest in our lives that need and deserve our attention. Zig Ziglar suggests that we focus on only 4 major areas in our lives at a time. Any more than that and we are overwhelmed. Any less and we over focus and risk becoming helicopter parents, or workaholics, or the like.
I spent the last two weeks in total focus on a redecorating project. I was able to put 160 hours into this project to see it to it’s completion. A true success. Unfortunately, I did what Zig warned against. I hyper focused, and left every other responsibility in my life hanging in the wind. Now, I have to focus on catching up. (A word to the wise. Never leave 2 adult men to fend for themselves for 2 weeks and have any expectations that the house will be clean or there will be any food in the house when you return. You will be sorely disappointed.)
I had a client who was really good at focusing on a few things at a time. He was a dentist and he was focused. Really focused. When he first sat down with me, he told me that he had goals. Real goals that he was totally committed to. Goals that he was totally focused on.
His first goal was to buy out his partner within one year. His second goal was to double his patient load within that same year. His third goal was to build the house of his wife’s dreams. His fourth goal was to continue to build a happy healthy family.
He came to me to help him with goal number 3, building the house. And build a house he did. At first he couldn’t afford the house that he wanted. I told him how much he would need to increase his income to make his dream come true. He left my office, not upset, as one might expect, but focused on the chore at hand. Three months later he reappeared. He had increased his patient load enough in that time to qualify for the home that he wanted to build.
This was not as simple as it sounds. The man was considered self employed. At that time, in order to calculate what loan amount for which a self employed borrower was eligible, it was necessary to average his income from the previous 2 years. In three months time, this man was able to increase his patient base enough to raise his entire 2 year average income to qualify for the home that he wanted.
Fast forward a year later. The house is complete, his wife is happy, they has a 2nd child on the way, and he had bought out his partner. In one year, he had accomplished everything he had set out to do. I was impressed, to say the least.
I had the opportunity to chat with his wife and asked her if she would share his secret to success with me. She told me this. Every evening, he came home and after dinner and family time, and after the kids were tucked into bed, he sat down at his computer and ran his numbers. He tracked his successes and his shortfalls. He then knew exactly what he had to set out to do the next day to stay on track to reach his next goal. He did this every night. This dentist is the poster boy for the word Focus.
So how does one choose just what to focus upon. I agree with Stephen Covey when he states, “ Begin with the end in mind.”
I have a friend, who, in boot camp, decided that he would become the Master Chief of the
U. S. Coast Guard, when he saw the current Master Chief’s picture on a poster. This is the highest ranking enlisted position in the U. S. military. He was laughed at, and even punished, for stating such a dream. Fast forward 30 some years and meet my friend, the now retired, first African American Master Chief of the U. S. Coast Guard. He began with the end in mind, and never lost focus on his goal.
I think this is excellent advise for any endeavor we choose in life.
Even when raising a child, I believe, the parent needs to know how they want that child to turn out as an adult.
Does the parent want the child to become a contributing member to the community? Well, then it would probably be important to teach them manners, respect, and social skills. It may also be important to expose them to community oriented groups such as scouts.
Does the parent want the child to honor nature? Then exposing them to hiking and arboretums and worms and bugs, and other sorts of natural things may prove beneficial.
Thinking long term, about how the child will be as an adult, is a more committed focus. Of course there are still no guarantees, because every child has his own personality and preferences. However, I think having focused expectations and providing exposure to many positive situations will give the child a better chance to be a success as an adult, versus, just getting up in the morning and hoping that you can all survive each other until bedtime. Without an idea of what type of adult you want to raise, you may get what you get, and wonder how they turned out that way, either good or bad.
Same with a job. One can go to work every day, with no other intention than to clock in, pull the bolt out, put the bolt in, and clock out. Or one can decide, up front, where they would like to end up with their career, and then make focused choices to get there, like my friend the Master Chief.
I personally, have been saddled with the issue of short term focus. I find something that interests me and I focus on that for a while, until I find something else that interests me, and then I focus on that for a while...While this has kept my life interesting, I haven’t been focused long enough on most things to become truly successful at them. This has also lead to a lot of unfinished projects, everywhere!
I will be 51 years old in three weeks. Perhaps it’s time I decided what end results I really want and truly focused on getting there. After all, I only have 51 more years to become the success I know I can be.
Tiny Change 47: Create a Vision Binder of what I want my successes to look like.
If I know what the “end” looks like, it may be easier to stay focused on the activities needed to get there.
What does your “end” look like? How focused are you on your success?
Best Regards,
Linda
Tiny Blessing of the Day: I am truly blessed to have so many interests and the opportunity to explore many more.
I’ve been researching and thinking about what makes one person more successful, then another.
When I use the term successful, I’m not just referring to financially, though that certainly is included. One can choose their success. One can be a successful parent, athlete, scrapbooker, sales person...you fill in the blank. It doesn’t matter what one is successful at, just that one is successful.
So I’ve read, and I’ve researched, and I’ve chatted, and I’ve thought about it. Finally, the answer occurred to me. Focus. The majority of the successful people who I’ve researched had this one thing in common. They all knew what they wanted and then went after it, like a dog after a stick. In order to become successful at anything, one has to really focus on it.
Think about it. To become a good parent, it would be extremely necessary to focus on the child and the child’s needs. If one is focused on work when the child is in the room, would one be a better worker or a better parent? At that moment in time, one would be a more successful worker than a parent. Now, if the focus was shifted to the child and his needs, and the job responsibilities neglected, at that moment, one would be a better parent than a worker.
Focus. It is possible to be successful at more that one thing. We all have many areas and interest in our lives that need and deserve our attention. Zig Ziglar suggests that we focus on only 4 major areas in our lives at a time. Any more than that and we are overwhelmed. Any less and we over focus and risk becoming helicopter parents, or workaholics, or the like.
I spent the last two weeks in total focus on a redecorating project. I was able to put 160 hours into this project to see it to it’s completion. A true success. Unfortunately, I did what Zig warned against. I hyper focused, and left every other responsibility in my life hanging in the wind. Now, I have to focus on catching up. (A word to the wise. Never leave 2 adult men to fend for themselves for 2 weeks and have any expectations that the house will be clean or there will be any food in the house when you return. You will be sorely disappointed.)
I had a client who was really good at focusing on a few things at a time. He was a dentist and he was focused. Really focused. When he first sat down with me, he told me that he had goals. Real goals that he was totally committed to. Goals that he was totally focused on.
His first goal was to buy out his partner within one year. His second goal was to double his patient load within that same year. His third goal was to build the house of his wife’s dreams. His fourth goal was to continue to build a happy healthy family.
He came to me to help him with goal number 3, building the house. And build a house he did. At first he couldn’t afford the house that he wanted. I told him how much he would need to increase his income to make his dream come true. He left my office, not upset, as one might expect, but focused on the chore at hand. Three months later he reappeared. He had increased his patient load enough in that time to qualify for the home that he wanted to build.
This was not as simple as it sounds. The man was considered self employed. At that time, in order to calculate what loan amount for which a self employed borrower was eligible, it was necessary to average his income from the previous 2 years. In three months time, this man was able to increase his patient base enough to raise his entire 2 year average income to qualify for the home that he wanted.
Fast forward a year later. The house is complete, his wife is happy, they has a 2nd child on the way, and he had bought out his partner. In one year, he had accomplished everything he had set out to do. I was impressed, to say the least.
I had the opportunity to chat with his wife and asked her if she would share his secret to success with me. She told me this. Every evening, he came home and after dinner and family time, and after the kids were tucked into bed, he sat down at his computer and ran his numbers. He tracked his successes and his shortfalls. He then knew exactly what he had to set out to do the next day to stay on track to reach his next goal. He did this every night. This dentist is the poster boy for the word Focus.
So how does one choose just what to focus upon. I agree with Stephen Covey when he states, “ Begin with the end in mind.”
I have a friend, who, in boot camp, decided that he would become the Master Chief of the
U. S. Coast Guard, when he saw the current Master Chief’s picture on a poster. This is the highest ranking enlisted position in the U. S. military. He was laughed at, and even punished, for stating such a dream. Fast forward 30 some years and meet my friend, the now retired, first African American Master Chief of the U. S. Coast Guard. He began with the end in mind, and never lost focus on his goal.
I think this is excellent advise for any endeavor we choose in life.
Even when raising a child, I believe, the parent needs to know how they want that child to turn out as an adult.
Does the parent want the child to become a contributing member to the community? Well, then it would probably be important to teach them manners, respect, and social skills. It may also be important to expose them to community oriented groups such as scouts.
Does the parent want the child to honor nature? Then exposing them to hiking and arboretums and worms and bugs, and other sorts of natural things may prove beneficial.
Thinking long term, about how the child will be as an adult, is a more committed focus. Of course there are still no guarantees, because every child has his own personality and preferences. However, I think having focused expectations and providing exposure to many positive situations will give the child a better chance to be a success as an adult, versus, just getting up in the morning and hoping that you can all survive each other until bedtime. Without an idea of what type of adult you want to raise, you may get what you get, and wonder how they turned out that way, either good or bad.
Same with a job. One can go to work every day, with no other intention than to clock in, pull the bolt out, put the bolt in, and clock out. Or one can decide, up front, where they would like to end up with their career, and then make focused choices to get there, like my friend the Master Chief.
I personally, have been saddled with the issue of short term focus. I find something that interests me and I focus on that for a while, until I find something else that interests me, and then I focus on that for a while...While this has kept my life interesting, I haven’t been focused long enough on most things to become truly successful at them. This has also lead to a lot of unfinished projects, everywhere!
I will be 51 years old in three weeks. Perhaps it’s time I decided what end results I really want and truly focused on getting there. After all, I only have 51 more years to become the success I know I can be.
Tiny Change 47: Create a Vision Binder of what I want my successes to look like.
If I know what the “end” looks like, it may be easier to stay focused on the activities needed to get there.
What does your “end” look like? How focused are you on your success?
Best Regards,
Linda
Tiny Blessing of the Day: I am truly blessed to have so many interests and the opportunity to explore many more.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Life as a Semester Project
Day 46 of 365 Tiny Changes
Do you remember when you were in school and were given a “project”? Not the little project that was to be completed over a weekend, but the really big SEMESTER PROJECT? I do, I hated them. The idea, I’m sure, was to break us in for the large projects we were sure to face, as adults, when we reached some great position in the work force.
I would usually start off strong. Get the idea, and gather the tools of research, usually library books, in the first week. Then, it would all sit and gather dust for the next 16 weeks. The weekend before the last week of the semester, I would blow the dust off of my supplies, and my, now way over due, library books and get down to business. Some how, I would always manage to get it done by the dead line, and get the passing grade I needed.
Looking back, I surmise I should have learned the following from these long term assignments.
Planning
Prioritizing
Time Management
All of these, true life skills, that would have benefited me immeasurably over the years.
However, I realize, now, that my take away was a little different than the list above.
First: Never give myself a long term deadline, if I don’t need it. Why were we given 18 weeks to do a project that could be accomplished in a week?
Second: Given the opportunity, I will procrastinate. Given 18 weeks to tackle a project I will wait until week 18 to complete it.
Third: Know my audience. By knowing what my teacher found interesting I was always able to get a passing grade, usually a B or better, on a 18 week project that I slammed together in the last week of the term.
These learned behaviors have moved on with me, long after the semester projects were forgotten.
Here’s a thought that struck me this morning. What if LIFE is just one long semester project? What if Life is not about the little day to day tasks we face, constantly, but about the big project due at the end?
What if out Life IS all about that one big accomplishment? The culmination of all of our behaviors, activities, emotions, goals, and failures?
What if life is about planning, prioritizing, and time management, and not about long term deadlines, procrastination, and taking advantage of others?
If my life project was due at the end of the week, would I get a passing grade, this time?
OK, so more than one thought hit me this morning, but they are all on the same topic.
What is the criteria for a passing grade in life?
Some folks have decided that to get that passing grade, they need to live by the rules of their religion, what ever that religion is, Christian, Buddhist, Muslim...and any factions there of.
Some folks have decided it’s as simple as leading the best life they are able to live, given their particular circumstances.
Some folks don’t care, and just get up each morning and do their life how ever they decide to do it that day.
Me? I’m not sure if I am a part of any of these groups, or all of them.
How do I go about accomplishing my life project, while keeping the dirty dishes from piling up in the sink?
I probably should have undertaken those school assignments in the manner that was intended, instead of finding the shortcuts. I probably wouldn’t be asking myself these questions if I had done so.
Ah well, as the saying goes, hind site is 20/20.
Tiny Change 46: Determine just what my life project is, and just what I have accomplished, so far.
How has your life project been going?
Best Regards,
Linda
Tiny Blessing of the Day: I am blessed to have the freedom of thought to choose just what and how I am going to accomplish with my life.
Do you remember when you were in school and were given a “project”? Not the little project that was to be completed over a weekend, but the really big SEMESTER PROJECT? I do, I hated them. The idea, I’m sure, was to break us in for the large projects we were sure to face, as adults, when we reached some great position in the work force.
I would usually start off strong. Get the idea, and gather the tools of research, usually library books, in the first week. Then, it would all sit and gather dust for the next 16 weeks. The weekend before the last week of the semester, I would blow the dust off of my supplies, and my, now way over due, library books and get down to business. Some how, I would always manage to get it done by the dead line, and get the passing grade I needed.
Looking back, I surmise I should have learned the following from these long term assignments.
Planning
Prioritizing
Time Management
All of these, true life skills, that would have benefited me immeasurably over the years.
However, I realize, now, that my take away was a little different than the list above.
First: Never give myself a long term deadline, if I don’t need it. Why were we given 18 weeks to do a project that could be accomplished in a week?
Second: Given the opportunity, I will procrastinate. Given 18 weeks to tackle a project I will wait until week 18 to complete it.
Third: Know my audience. By knowing what my teacher found interesting I was always able to get a passing grade, usually a B or better, on a 18 week project that I slammed together in the last week of the term.
These learned behaviors have moved on with me, long after the semester projects were forgotten.
Here’s a thought that struck me this morning. What if LIFE is just one long semester project? What if Life is not about the little day to day tasks we face, constantly, but about the big project due at the end?
What if out Life IS all about that one big accomplishment? The culmination of all of our behaviors, activities, emotions, goals, and failures?
What if life is about planning, prioritizing, and time management, and not about long term deadlines, procrastination, and taking advantage of others?
If my life project was due at the end of the week, would I get a passing grade, this time?
OK, so more than one thought hit me this morning, but they are all on the same topic.
What is the criteria for a passing grade in life?
Some folks have decided that to get that passing grade, they need to live by the rules of their religion, what ever that religion is, Christian, Buddhist, Muslim...and any factions there of.
Some folks have decided it’s as simple as leading the best life they are able to live, given their particular circumstances.
Some folks don’t care, and just get up each morning and do their life how ever they decide to do it that day.
Me? I’m not sure if I am a part of any of these groups, or all of them.
How do I go about accomplishing my life project, while keeping the dirty dishes from piling up in the sink?
I probably should have undertaken those school assignments in the manner that was intended, instead of finding the shortcuts. I probably wouldn’t be asking myself these questions if I had done so.
Ah well, as the saying goes, hind site is 20/20.
Tiny Change 46: Determine just what my life project is, and just what I have accomplished, so far.
How has your life project been going?
Best Regards,
Linda
Tiny Blessing of the Day: I am blessed to have the freedom of thought to choose just what and how I am going to accomplish with my life.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
My Element
Day 45 of 365 Tiny Changes
I’m back! I have been cloistered at my parents’ home for the last two weeks, redecorating the bedroom where I spent my pre-teenage and teenage years.
While there, I leaned several things.
First. I can’t paint over a mural of giant Care Bears, that I painted for my children, 27 years ago, without family upheaval. Especially, from the two youngest generations, who have no memory of anything else ever being in that room. Oh, the tragedy of it all.
Second. I actually began doing interior design work including, planning, choosing colors, fabrics, and wallpaper, right in this room. I even designed a massive book shelve unit, complete with a drop down desk, and hired a contractor (my Dad) to complete it. As contractors go, my choice wasn’t the best, because the drop down desk part was never installed. I based by choice on convenience and price. So I even made my first hiring mistake, in this room. I was 15.
Third. I found my Element. I put in 160 hours in two weeks, and loved every minute of it. I barely slept, because I needed to get on to the next part of the design. I only laid down when my body couldn’t take it any more, but my mind kept right on working through the night. With the exception of 2 1/2 days, I was alone. My parent’s had gone to Florida. I never missed the company. When I’m in my Element, time, space, and other people, don’t exist. It is all about the creating.
In this very room I dabbled in my Element, 35 years ago. In this very room I discovered my true calling, Interior Design.
I have been doing interior design work off and on, well, since I was 15 years old. More seriously, though I have been doing it for the last 3 years. No paying jobs though, all for self and family.
I actually left my paying job a year and a half ago to focus on starting an Interior Design company, but I have been side tracked, and I realize now, by no other reason than my own fear.
I’m afraid I don’t know how to BE and Interior Designer. I think there must be something more to it, then just the parts I’m familiar with, or else every one would be doing it.
I’m afraid I won’t know how to handle a client properly. What if what I think of and what they think I think of aren’t the same and they don’t like what I think of?
I’m afraid that no one will hire me. How do I find the client’s and how do I convince them I know what I’m doing, when maybe I don’t.
On and on and on...my Fear, has a very powerful, and loud, voice. And it’s always so near by...like right inside my head.
So what was that I wrote a few blogs back about living without fear? I think it went something like, JUST DO IT!
After spending the last 2 weeks totally submersed in my Element, I am ready to move forward. (Shut up, Voice of Fear. I am too, ready! Really, enough, already. Jeez!)
We are purchasing some new photography equipment, lighting and the like. I am going to use this to take photos of my recent design work and build my portfolio. (Looks like a trip to Washington, D.C. is in my future.) That’s probably the best place to start.
Then there’s the web site, and the LLC, and the insurance, and the Chamber of Commerce, and the list goes on and on...there is a lot to this entrepreneurial stuff. All of this before I get to delve in to my Element again. What a busy week this is going to be!
Tiny Change 45: I am going BE an Interior Designer.
What would you be doing, if you were doing the thing you were meant to do, the thing that would make you forget about time, space, and other people? What is your Element?
Best Regards,
Linda
Tiny Blessing of the Day: I am blessed to be able to choose my career path.
I’m back! I have been cloistered at my parents’ home for the last two weeks, redecorating the bedroom where I spent my pre-teenage and teenage years.
While there, I leaned several things.
First. I can’t paint over a mural of giant Care Bears, that I painted for my children, 27 years ago, without family upheaval. Especially, from the two youngest generations, who have no memory of anything else ever being in that room. Oh, the tragedy of it all.
Second. I actually began doing interior design work including, planning, choosing colors, fabrics, and wallpaper, right in this room. I even designed a massive book shelve unit, complete with a drop down desk, and hired a contractor (my Dad) to complete it. As contractors go, my choice wasn’t the best, because the drop down desk part was never installed. I based by choice on convenience and price. So I even made my first hiring mistake, in this room. I was 15.
Third. I found my Element. I put in 160 hours in two weeks, and loved every minute of it. I barely slept, because I needed to get on to the next part of the design. I only laid down when my body couldn’t take it any more, but my mind kept right on working through the night. With the exception of 2 1/2 days, I was alone. My parent’s had gone to Florida. I never missed the company. When I’m in my Element, time, space, and other people, don’t exist. It is all about the creating.
In this very room I dabbled in my Element, 35 years ago. In this very room I discovered my true calling, Interior Design.
I have been doing interior design work off and on, well, since I was 15 years old. More seriously, though I have been doing it for the last 3 years. No paying jobs though, all for self and family.
I actually left my paying job a year and a half ago to focus on starting an Interior Design company, but I have been side tracked, and I realize now, by no other reason than my own fear.
I’m afraid I don’t know how to BE and Interior Designer. I think there must be something more to it, then just the parts I’m familiar with, or else every one would be doing it.
I’m afraid I won’t know how to handle a client properly. What if what I think of and what they think I think of aren’t the same and they don’t like what I think of?
I’m afraid that no one will hire me. How do I find the client’s and how do I convince them I know what I’m doing, when maybe I don’t.
On and on and on...my Fear, has a very powerful, and loud, voice. And it’s always so near by...like right inside my head.
So what was that I wrote a few blogs back about living without fear? I think it went something like, JUST DO IT!
After spending the last 2 weeks totally submersed in my Element, I am ready to move forward. (Shut up, Voice of Fear. I am too, ready! Really, enough, already. Jeez!)
We are purchasing some new photography equipment, lighting and the like. I am going to use this to take photos of my recent design work and build my portfolio. (Looks like a trip to Washington, D.C. is in my future.) That’s probably the best place to start.
Then there’s the web site, and the LLC, and the insurance, and the Chamber of Commerce, and the list goes on and on...there is a lot to this entrepreneurial stuff. All of this before I get to delve in to my Element again. What a busy week this is going to be!
Tiny Change 45: I am going BE an Interior Designer.
What would you be doing, if you were doing the thing you were meant to do, the thing that would make you forget about time, space, and other people? What is your Element?
Best Regards,
Linda
Tiny Blessing of the Day: I am blessed to be able to choose my career path.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Unhappiness Virus
Day 44 of 365 Tiny Changes
Our home has been invaded by a virus. A big ugly virus. No, it’s not a cold or a flu virus. It’s something much, much worse. It’s the dreaded, highly contagious, UNHAPPINESS VIRUS.
Yes, my home is an unhappy home at the moment. We all have our reason’s for being unhappy.
I’m unhappy because I don’t seem to be making any headway on my massive to do list.
My son is unhappy because he can’t find a full time job, and afford to move out on his own.
My life partner is unhappy because his company is making some changes, I’m not not making any headway on my to do list, and my son can’t seem to find a full time job, and move out on his own.
I’ve seen this virus before. It’s a really scary virus, because it can hang around for years, infecting and reinfecting the whole household and anyone who comes near it.
So, I could dwell on the causes of the illness, but I would rather initiate the steps to a cure.
Abraham Lincoln once said, “Most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be.” I am using this statement as my jump off point for discovering the cure. After all, he was the President, so he has to have a somewhat valid point. Right?
Now, this might seem somewhat simplistic, but I really think getting happy again might just be this simple. I want to decide to be happy.
OK, I’m happy...Well, not yet.
OK, I’m happy, NOW...Well, not yet.
All right, deep breath, big smile, ready, set, OK, NOW I’M HAPPY!
Still, not yet. Pooh!
Well then, perhaps a different approach is in order. Maybe I do have to examine the issues that are making me unhappy. Lordy, that could end up being years of looking at the ceiling in a psychiatrists office.
Happiness just can’t be that elusive. Happiness or at least the pursuit of happiness is a right to those of us who live in the U.S., it’s in our Constitution. And, unlike the right to bear arms, that is also in the Constitution, I don’t think there have been any court battles or laws that limit the right to pursue happiness.
So I’m gonna pursue it. Right here, right now.
How about this? How about I list the things that are making my son unhappy and see if I can find the happiness in them? It’s always easier to find the silver lining in other peoples problems.
Son problem number one: He can’t find full time employment.
Silver lining: He is meeting lots of new people in his search for a job. People he may have never had the opportunity to meet, if he were already gainfully employed. In my book meeting new people is always a happy thing.
Silver lining: He is finding other ways to make some income, such as recycling, and donating plasma. Both of these activities are helpful to the rest of humankind. Being able to help others and the environment is definitely something to be happy about.
Son problem number two: He is unable to move out on his own.
Silver lining: He gets to live, rent free, in a home that is much larger than the one he could afford to rent.
Silver lining: He always has company, and someone else to talk to.
Silver lining: He rarely has to cook his own dinner.
Wow, he really has more silver linings than problems. I’m not saying that he should give up looking for that full time employment, but I am saying that he sure does have a lot of reasons to be happy, while he’s looking.
So now I’ll look at my guy’s problems.
Guy problem number one: Lot’s of changes being made at work.
Silver lining: He has a full time job, that pays the bills for his entire family.
Silver lining: He may find the changes bring more meaning to his job, or that they don’t really affect him at all, so he can keep on being the resident expert at his job.
Guy problem number two: My son can’t find a full time job and move out on his own.
Silver lining: My son does all the dishes and most of the laundry, so Guy is not required to help in these areas.
Silver lining: There is always someone strong available to move heavy things. (I rearrange things all the time.)
Guy problem number three: I’m not making quick progress on my to do list.
Silver lining: It’s MY to do list. If I wasn’t here it would be his to do list.
Wow, again. Guy also has a lot more silver linings than problems.
Now me.
Linda’s problem: Not making headway on my to do list.
Silver lining: I always know what I’m going to do when I get up in the morning. I have tasks that I need to complete to continue down the road to my Definite Major Purpose. The progress may be slow, but each item I can check off my list, gets me that much closer to success.
Wow, a third time. That is something to be happy about. I am on my road to fulfilling my Definite Major Purpose.
That, apparently is the insidiousness of the Unhappiness Virus. It temporarily blinds us to the real silver linings of our life. It forces us to look at our situations as being problematic, when in fact they are reasons to be happy.
Hate your job? Then love the people you work with.
Hate the people you work with? Then love the paycheck, no matter what it’s size.
In debt? Get excited about finding your way out of it. Be an example to your kids, your friends and family of how to live frugally, yet happily.
Not in debt? Then find a charity to champion and bring relief to others. Let their smiles infect you with real happiness.
There are so many ways to pursue real happiness, but it starts with me. Perhaps President Lincoln was correct. Once I decide I want to be happy I will take off the blinders of unhappiness and look around. Look, and really see all the blessings I am surrounded by. Then, I will be grateful for what I have been blessed with, no matter how small. Finally, the secret to the pursuit of happiness is sharing. Sharing my smile, my umbrella, my home, my money. Sharing a part of me is what will lead me to real happiness and cure the Unhappiness Virus in my household, for good.
Tiny Change 44: I will focus on sharing my happiness, not spreading the Unhappiness Virus.
How will you share your happiness?
Best Regards,
Linda
Tiny Blessing of the Day: I am blessed to share a home with my life partner and my son.
Our home has been invaded by a virus. A big ugly virus. No, it’s not a cold or a flu virus. It’s something much, much worse. It’s the dreaded, highly contagious, UNHAPPINESS VIRUS.
Yes, my home is an unhappy home at the moment. We all have our reason’s for being unhappy.
I’m unhappy because I don’t seem to be making any headway on my massive to do list.
My son is unhappy because he can’t find a full time job, and afford to move out on his own.
My life partner is unhappy because his company is making some changes, I’m not not making any headway on my to do list, and my son can’t seem to find a full time job, and move out on his own.
I’ve seen this virus before. It’s a really scary virus, because it can hang around for years, infecting and reinfecting the whole household and anyone who comes near it.
So, I could dwell on the causes of the illness, but I would rather initiate the steps to a cure.
Abraham Lincoln once said, “Most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be.” I am using this statement as my jump off point for discovering the cure. After all, he was the President, so he has to have a somewhat valid point. Right?
Now, this might seem somewhat simplistic, but I really think getting happy again might just be this simple. I want to decide to be happy.
OK, I’m happy...Well, not yet.
OK, I’m happy, NOW...Well, not yet.
All right, deep breath, big smile, ready, set, OK, NOW I’M HAPPY!
Still, not yet. Pooh!
Well then, perhaps a different approach is in order. Maybe I do have to examine the issues that are making me unhappy. Lordy, that could end up being years of looking at the ceiling in a psychiatrists office.
Happiness just can’t be that elusive. Happiness or at least the pursuit of happiness is a right to those of us who live in the U.S., it’s in our Constitution. And, unlike the right to bear arms, that is also in the Constitution, I don’t think there have been any court battles or laws that limit the right to pursue happiness.
So I’m gonna pursue it. Right here, right now.
How about this? How about I list the things that are making my son unhappy and see if I can find the happiness in them? It’s always easier to find the silver lining in other peoples problems.
Son problem number one: He can’t find full time employment.
Silver lining: He is meeting lots of new people in his search for a job. People he may have never had the opportunity to meet, if he were already gainfully employed. In my book meeting new people is always a happy thing.
Silver lining: He is finding other ways to make some income, such as recycling, and donating plasma. Both of these activities are helpful to the rest of humankind. Being able to help others and the environment is definitely something to be happy about.
Son problem number two: He is unable to move out on his own.
Silver lining: He gets to live, rent free, in a home that is much larger than the one he could afford to rent.
Silver lining: He always has company, and someone else to talk to.
Silver lining: He rarely has to cook his own dinner.
Wow, he really has more silver linings than problems. I’m not saying that he should give up looking for that full time employment, but I am saying that he sure does have a lot of reasons to be happy, while he’s looking.
So now I’ll look at my guy’s problems.
Guy problem number one: Lot’s of changes being made at work.
Silver lining: He has a full time job, that pays the bills for his entire family.
Silver lining: He may find the changes bring more meaning to his job, or that they don’t really affect him at all, so he can keep on being the resident expert at his job.
Guy problem number two: My son can’t find a full time job and move out on his own.
Silver lining: My son does all the dishes and most of the laundry, so Guy is not required to help in these areas.
Silver lining: There is always someone strong available to move heavy things. (I rearrange things all the time.)
Guy problem number three: I’m not making quick progress on my to do list.
Silver lining: It’s MY to do list. If I wasn’t here it would be his to do list.
Wow, again. Guy also has a lot more silver linings than problems.
Now me.
Linda’s problem: Not making headway on my to do list.
Silver lining: I always know what I’m going to do when I get up in the morning. I have tasks that I need to complete to continue down the road to my Definite Major Purpose. The progress may be slow, but each item I can check off my list, gets me that much closer to success.
Wow, a third time. That is something to be happy about. I am on my road to fulfilling my Definite Major Purpose.
That, apparently is the insidiousness of the Unhappiness Virus. It temporarily blinds us to the real silver linings of our life. It forces us to look at our situations as being problematic, when in fact they are reasons to be happy.
Hate your job? Then love the people you work with.
Hate the people you work with? Then love the paycheck, no matter what it’s size.
In debt? Get excited about finding your way out of it. Be an example to your kids, your friends and family of how to live frugally, yet happily.
Not in debt? Then find a charity to champion and bring relief to others. Let their smiles infect you with real happiness.
There are so many ways to pursue real happiness, but it starts with me. Perhaps President Lincoln was correct. Once I decide I want to be happy I will take off the blinders of unhappiness and look around. Look, and really see all the blessings I am surrounded by. Then, I will be grateful for what I have been blessed with, no matter how small. Finally, the secret to the pursuit of happiness is sharing. Sharing my smile, my umbrella, my home, my money. Sharing a part of me is what will lead me to real happiness and cure the Unhappiness Virus in my household, for good.
Tiny Change 44: I will focus on sharing my happiness, not spreading the Unhappiness Virus.
How will you share your happiness?
Best Regards,
Linda
Tiny Blessing of the Day: I am blessed to share a home with my life partner and my son.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Assumptions
Day 43 of 365 Tiny Changes
Assumptions. I have never really examined all of the assumptions I make every day.
Assumptions do make it easier to function, on so many levels. For example, I assume that my car will start every time I get in it. This gives me comfort and keeps me from worrying that I may be stranded somewhere. So far, this assumption is working. My car is a 2001 model, so at some point I may need to change my assumption, or buy a newer model, so that I can keep my assumption in place.
But what if I have assumptions that aren’t working?
If you’ve been reading my blog, you know that I am all about saving a penny. Not a dollar, a penny. Because of this I consider myself a thrifty shopper. I rarely buy anything that is not discounted, and I love thrift shops. This doesn’t mean I buy junk. It does mean, that if I look, there are deals equal to the discounts given on Black Friday, all year long. I just have to be diligent in my patience and my search for them.
My son swears that he can get better deals than me, any day of the week. In places I would never think of. I think he may be right.
He owned a lawn service, for which he was his only employee most of the time. This meant that he was out working in the heat every day, getting hot and sweaty and dirty. Really dirty.
He discovered that if he went to a store, after work, covered in the dirt from the day, he could get better discounts. Here’s how he did it.
He asked for the discount and then let other peoples assumptions work in his favor.
The first time, it happened in Kroger. He had worked late, and wanted to pick up something for dinner. He went to the discount meat section. It was after the meat department had gone home.
He had learned that Kroger codes their meat when they discount it. It is actually discounted 4 times before it is removed from the shelf. The first time it is just a sale tag added to the original pricing tag. The 2nd time a bright yellow tag is added and it is coded with an L1. The 3rd time a new yellow tag is placed over the original yellow tag and it is coded L2. The 4th time the tag is coded L3.
He also knew that the meat department marks down their meat before 8 AM, every the day.
My son would find a piece of meat in the discount bin. He would make sure it had some brown on it, where the blood had drained away. There is nothing wrong with the meat when this happens, it just doesn’t look as good as a nice red piece. He would take this piece of meat to the service counter at the front of the store. Remember he would be covered in grass and dirt. He would tell the service person that there was no one in the meat department, and would then ask if they would be willing to mark down this sad, unpalatable piece of meat, so that he could purchase it. It worked every time!
He had the same success with the auto repair shop. When his vehicle broke down, he went to the owner, covered in the dirt from his lawn work and explained that he really needed his vehicle repaired, so that he could earn his income. In fact, he was desperate to have his vehicle repaired because there were only so many of his customers close enough to walk his lawn equipment to, so that he could fulfill his commitments.
The owner gave him discounts on the labor, and made payment arrangements with him for the two years that my son owned this vehicle.
OK, so he asked and he received. I have asked, and not received. My son claims the difference is he “looks” poor. He “looks” in need of a discount. I don’t. I go in dressed in clean, pressed clothes. My make-up is in place and my hair is just so. And, I wear earrings. In other words, I don’t “look” poor.
What an assumption! Why does one need to look unkept to be poor? Why if one is groomed well, does one automatically have money?
I thought I had lived through all of the prejudicial assumptions about money. When I was in my 20’s and new to management, I was discussing, with my boss, the annual raises I wanted to give my staff. My boss, a female, had the audacity to say that I needed to give the man on my staff a higher raise than I needed to give a woman who was doing a better job and had earned the higher raise. My boss reasoned that he had a family to take care of, so I needed to take care of him. While she was married, so she didn’t need the money as much. What!?
It was the early 80’s, so there were a lot of left over stigmas about women in the work force and not staying home 24/7 with their darling children, so I get where her assumptions were coming from.
But here we are in 2012 and we are still living with the stigma’s assigned to being poor. From when, the 1600’s?
This most recent economic downturn, should have proven to us, that there are a lot more poor among us, then those who just don’t groom themselves properly. Multimillion dollar homes were foreclosed upon, because the owners were suddenly poor after they lost their jobs, and burned through their savings to pay their bills. They probably still had their nice clothes from when they had money, so I’m sure they still look good every day being poor.
Since when does being poor mean one has to give up their self esteem and dignity? What a horrible assumption we make, simply based on the way one grooms themselves.
I’m ashamed that on an emotional level, I too have held this same assumption. The shame of it is, I know better. I know that those dirty guys working on the construction sites are probably earning union wage. Some of them are earning $20+ an hour. My brother is one of them. He owns 2 houses.
I know the well dressed retail clerk, working at the clothing store, has been told that she is required to wear the clothes her store sells, and must purchase them out of her minimum wage income, just to keep her job. My sister was one of them. She and her daughter had to live with my parents, so that she could afford to pay for day care, instead of rent.
The retail clerk sure “looks” more well off then the dirty construction worker. Well, maybe she’s lucky enough to be married to a construction worker, so we don’t really need to worry about how she’s feeding her kids, do we?
The really sad thing is my assumptions cause me to treat people differently. I am more willing to hold a conversation with a well dressed stranger, than a dirty, ungroomed stranger. How about you?
Tiny Change 43: I will strive to face my unfounded assumptions and treat people fairly.
What unfounded assumptions are you living by?
Best Regards,
Linda
Tiny Blessing of the Day: I am blessed to have nice clothes to wear.
Assumptions. I have never really examined all of the assumptions I make every day.
Assumptions do make it easier to function, on so many levels. For example, I assume that my car will start every time I get in it. This gives me comfort and keeps me from worrying that I may be stranded somewhere. So far, this assumption is working. My car is a 2001 model, so at some point I may need to change my assumption, or buy a newer model, so that I can keep my assumption in place.
But what if I have assumptions that aren’t working?
If you’ve been reading my blog, you know that I am all about saving a penny. Not a dollar, a penny. Because of this I consider myself a thrifty shopper. I rarely buy anything that is not discounted, and I love thrift shops. This doesn’t mean I buy junk. It does mean, that if I look, there are deals equal to the discounts given on Black Friday, all year long. I just have to be diligent in my patience and my search for them.
My son swears that he can get better deals than me, any day of the week. In places I would never think of. I think he may be right.
He owned a lawn service, for which he was his only employee most of the time. This meant that he was out working in the heat every day, getting hot and sweaty and dirty. Really dirty.
He discovered that if he went to a store, after work, covered in the dirt from the day, he could get better discounts. Here’s how he did it.
He asked for the discount and then let other peoples assumptions work in his favor.
The first time, it happened in Kroger. He had worked late, and wanted to pick up something for dinner. He went to the discount meat section. It was after the meat department had gone home.
He had learned that Kroger codes their meat when they discount it. It is actually discounted 4 times before it is removed from the shelf. The first time it is just a sale tag added to the original pricing tag. The 2nd time a bright yellow tag is added and it is coded with an L1. The 3rd time a new yellow tag is placed over the original yellow tag and it is coded L2. The 4th time the tag is coded L3.
He also knew that the meat department marks down their meat before 8 AM, every the day.
My son would find a piece of meat in the discount bin. He would make sure it had some brown on it, where the blood had drained away. There is nothing wrong with the meat when this happens, it just doesn’t look as good as a nice red piece. He would take this piece of meat to the service counter at the front of the store. Remember he would be covered in grass and dirt. He would tell the service person that there was no one in the meat department, and would then ask if they would be willing to mark down this sad, unpalatable piece of meat, so that he could purchase it. It worked every time!
He had the same success with the auto repair shop. When his vehicle broke down, he went to the owner, covered in the dirt from his lawn work and explained that he really needed his vehicle repaired, so that he could earn his income. In fact, he was desperate to have his vehicle repaired because there were only so many of his customers close enough to walk his lawn equipment to, so that he could fulfill his commitments.
The owner gave him discounts on the labor, and made payment arrangements with him for the two years that my son owned this vehicle.
OK, so he asked and he received. I have asked, and not received. My son claims the difference is he “looks” poor. He “looks” in need of a discount. I don’t. I go in dressed in clean, pressed clothes. My make-up is in place and my hair is just so. And, I wear earrings. In other words, I don’t “look” poor.
What an assumption! Why does one need to look unkept to be poor? Why if one is groomed well, does one automatically have money?
I thought I had lived through all of the prejudicial assumptions about money. When I was in my 20’s and new to management, I was discussing, with my boss, the annual raises I wanted to give my staff. My boss, a female, had the audacity to say that I needed to give the man on my staff a higher raise than I needed to give a woman who was doing a better job and had earned the higher raise. My boss reasoned that he had a family to take care of, so I needed to take care of him. While she was married, so she didn’t need the money as much. What!?
It was the early 80’s, so there were a lot of left over stigmas about women in the work force and not staying home 24/7 with their darling children, so I get where her assumptions were coming from.
But here we are in 2012 and we are still living with the stigma’s assigned to being poor. From when, the 1600’s?
This most recent economic downturn, should have proven to us, that there are a lot more poor among us, then those who just don’t groom themselves properly. Multimillion dollar homes were foreclosed upon, because the owners were suddenly poor after they lost their jobs, and burned through their savings to pay their bills. They probably still had their nice clothes from when they had money, so I’m sure they still look good every day being poor.
Since when does being poor mean one has to give up their self esteem and dignity? What a horrible assumption we make, simply based on the way one grooms themselves.
I’m ashamed that on an emotional level, I too have held this same assumption. The shame of it is, I know better. I know that those dirty guys working on the construction sites are probably earning union wage. Some of them are earning $20+ an hour. My brother is one of them. He owns 2 houses.
I know the well dressed retail clerk, working at the clothing store, has been told that she is required to wear the clothes her store sells, and must purchase them out of her minimum wage income, just to keep her job. My sister was one of them. She and her daughter had to live with my parents, so that she could afford to pay for day care, instead of rent.
The retail clerk sure “looks” more well off then the dirty construction worker. Well, maybe she’s lucky enough to be married to a construction worker, so we don’t really need to worry about how she’s feeding her kids, do we?
The really sad thing is my assumptions cause me to treat people differently. I am more willing to hold a conversation with a well dressed stranger, than a dirty, ungroomed stranger. How about you?
Tiny Change 43: I will strive to face my unfounded assumptions and treat people fairly.
What unfounded assumptions are you living by?
Best Regards,
Linda
Tiny Blessing of the Day: I am blessed to have nice clothes to wear.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Outside vs. Inside
Day 42 of 365 Tiny Changes
I woke up with a terrible headache this morning. It’s in my sinuses. I feel like my left eye is only open half way, from the swelling; but when I look in the mirror, it looks like it’s all the way open. I hate that.
I’m tired, and exhausted. I think I’m catching the butt kicking cold that my life partner, Guy, has been living with for the past week. I’ve already cursed him and the virus that came riding in on him, but that doesn’t seemed to have stopped it from jumping on me. I hate that, too.
So, after having a warm cup of herbal tea and flipping through the TV channels for an hour, I decided that I would get up and take my shower. (I normally read in the mornings, especially when I’m not feeling well, but I was having trouble focusing my left eye. I really hate that.)
The shower is the first step to my morning ritual. After a nice, slow, shower, during which I used up all of the hot water, I slathered on the wonderful smelling and feeling face and body lotion. Ahhhh...Then, because I wasn’t feeling well, I took the time to blow dry and curl my hair. Normally, I let it air dry and stick it in a pony tail. Then, I plucked my eye brows and put on my make-up. Afterward, I got dressed, including shoes. I usually leave my shoes off until I’m ready to leave the house, but not this morning. This morning I needed to feel completely ready for the day and ready for anything.
Why? Because I don’t feel well. Somewhere along the line I decided that completing my morning ritual makes me feel better, and ready to face the world. It doesn’t always work, like today, for example. I’m all ready for the day, including shoes, and now I just want to lay down and take a nap. What was that comedian’s saying? “It’s better to look good than to feel good.” Today, I’m following his advise.
Why does making myself pretty smelling and pretty looking make me feel better, emotionally if not physically? I’m sure there’s some deep psychological and sociological answer to that question, but I don’t know, or, at the moment, care, what it is.
I do know that it works. I would much rather spend the hour each morning making myself look, what in my opinion is presentable to the rest of the world, than skipping it and letting the world see my morning bed hair. I’m guessing the world at large would prefer this, also. Don’t argue with me on this one. I’ve seen my morning bed hair, you haven’t.
I’m willing to bet money that the majority of the people I know feel the same way about their morning rituals. In fact, I’m willing to bet, more people I know are less willing to give up their morning beauty ritual than are willing to give up their exercise ritual.
What’s that? What exercise ritual? See what I’m sayin’? I put more effort and belief in my feeling better by making my self look good, on the outside, then I do on what is way more important. Making myself look good on the inside.
What is looking good on the inside? Open, cholesterol free arteries, toned muscles, less fat stores, strong heart, well functioning lungs, these are all things that make us pretty on the inside, and all much more important than plucked eyebrows.
If I spent as much time on my exercise ritual as I do on my morning beauty ritual, I would probably not be dealing with this cold, because another advantage to having a pretty inside is a stronger immune system.
As a society we do put way more importance on our exterior looks then our interior looks. There are books and books on how to get ahead in the work place. Almost all of them touch on dress. I’ve read that it is very important to dress for the job you want, not the job you have. I've never read a book that said it's important to exercise for the job you want, not the job you have.
I once read about a company owner, who, at his annual sales meeting, required each of his sales people to go out and purchase a suit that cost at least $1,000. In his opinion, the suit made the person better at sales.
The book never mentioned if he, also, required his sales team to work out on a regular basis, or eat healthy, or get the proper amount of sleep, so that they would have a lot more energy and much better attitude with which to make more sales. He probably didn’t. Nope, apparently, the $1000 suit is what made the difference, in his opinion. Maybe, in his sales teams opinion, too.
Well, I’m not going to change society’s opinion on what real beauty is. Or what makes a person successful. I’m not even going to change my own. What I am going to do is at least give my inside beauty the same daily time commitment as I do my outside beauty.
Tiny Change 42: Add 1/2 hour to exercise ritual
This will put my time commitment to 1 hour a day. I can now add weight lifting, or yoga, or a longer walk. The options are endless. I’m going to start this new routine, tomorrow. Today? I’m going to go take a nap.
How much time to you spend on keeping your inside as beautiful as your outside?
Best Regards,
Linda
Tiny Blessing of the Day: I am grateful for the invention of the cold pill, really grateful.
I woke up with a terrible headache this morning. It’s in my sinuses. I feel like my left eye is only open half way, from the swelling; but when I look in the mirror, it looks like it’s all the way open. I hate that.
I’m tired, and exhausted. I think I’m catching the butt kicking cold that my life partner, Guy, has been living with for the past week. I’ve already cursed him and the virus that came riding in on him, but that doesn’t seemed to have stopped it from jumping on me. I hate that, too.
So, after having a warm cup of herbal tea and flipping through the TV channels for an hour, I decided that I would get up and take my shower. (I normally read in the mornings, especially when I’m not feeling well, but I was having trouble focusing my left eye. I really hate that.)
The shower is the first step to my morning ritual. After a nice, slow, shower, during which I used up all of the hot water, I slathered on the wonderful smelling and feeling face and body lotion. Ahhhh...Then, because I wasn’t feeling well, I took the time to blow dry and curl my hair. Normally, I let it air dry and stick it in a pony tail. Then, I plucked my eye brows and put on my make-up. Afterward, I got dressed, including shoes. I usually leave my shoes off until I’m ready to leave the house, but not this morning. This morning I needed to feel completely ready for the day and ready for anything.
Why? Because I don’t feel well. Somewhere along the line I decided that completing my morning ritual makes me feel better, and ready to face the world. It doesn’t always work, like today, for example. I’m all ready for the day, including shoes, and now I just want to lay down and take a nap. What was that comedian’s saying? “It’s better to look good than to feel good.” Today, I’m following his advise.
Why does making myself pretty smelling and pretty looking make me feel better, emotionally if not physically? I’m sure there’s some deep psychological and sociological answer to that question, but I don’t know, or, at the moment, care, what it is.
I do know that it works. I would much rather spend the hour each morning making myself look, what in my opinion is presentable to the rest of the world, than skipping it and letting the world see my morning bed hair. I’m guessing the world at large would prefer this, also. Don’t argue with me on this one. I’ve seen my morning bed hair, you haven’t.
I’m willing to bet money that the majority of the people I know feel the same way about their morning rituals. In fact, I’m willing to bet, more people I know are less willing to give up their morning beauty ritual than are willing to give up their exercise ritual.
What’s that? What exercise ritual? See what I’m sayin’? I put more effort and belief in my feeling better by making my self look good, on the outside, then I do on what is way more important. Making myself look good on the inside.
What is looking good on the inside? Open, cholesterol free arteries, toned muscles, less fat stores, strong heart, well functioning lungs, these are all things that make us pretty on the inside, and all much more important than plucked eyebrows.
If I spent as much time on my exercise ritual as I do on my morning beauty ritual, I would probably not be dealing with this cold, because another advantage to having a pretty inside is a stronger immune system.
As a society we do put way more importance on our exterior looks then our interior looks. There are books and books on how to get ahead in the work place. Almost all of them touch on dress. I’ve read that it is very important to dress for the job you want, not the job you have. I've never read a book that said it's important to exercise for the job you want, not the job you have.
I once read about a company owner, who, at his annual sales meeting, required each of his sales people to go out and purchase a suit that cost at least $1,000. In his opinion, the suit made the person better at sales.
The book never mentioned if he, also, required his sales team to work out on a regular basis, or eat healthy, or get the proper amount of sleep, so that they would have a lot more energy and much better attitude with which to make more sales. He probably didn’t. Nope, apparently, the $1000 suit is what made the difference, in his opinion. Maybe, in his sales teams opinion, too.
Well, I’m not going to change society’s opinion on what real beauty is. Or what makes a person successful. I’m not even going to change my own. What I am going to do is at least give my inside beauty the same daily time commitment as I do my outside beauty.
Tiny Change 42: Add 1/2 hour to exercise ritual
This will put my time commitment to 1 hour a day. I can now add weight lifting, or yoga, or a longer walk. The options are endless. I’m going to start this new routine, tomorrow. Today? I’m going to go take a nap.
How much time to you spend on keeping your inside as beautiful as your outside?
Best Regards,
Linda
Tiny Blessing of the Day: I am grateful for the invention of the cold pill, really grateful.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Business Plans For Your Life
Day 41 of 365 Tiny Changes
It’s the first week of the new year. I’m not one to start off a new year with any new resolutions, I’ve already committed to making 365 tiny changes, no reason to add on any more. I think my plate is full enough.
What I do like to do at the first of each year is set up the current year’s business plan for our household. (Did I really hear you say, “Ugh” ?)
I know, I know, if you aren’t a numbers person, or a planner, this could sound overwhelming, because a good business plan includes both.
You’ve heard of business plans for your company, maybe have even been involved in the creation of them. The difference in a company business plan and a personal business plan is your commitment to it’s fruition, and the benefits you get when you meet your personal goals.
At work, you are compensated for showing up each day and are probably bonused in some way for meeting certain goals. You want to see your company succeed so that you can keep showing up each day and possibly get bonused for meeting goals. After all, it’s your livelihood and your source of the funding you need to live the rest of your life, paying bills, buying things, feeding yourself and your family, but, for the most part you probably aren’t totally responsible for your company’s success or failure.
In your personal life, you are. Each day you earn a certain amount of income and you spend a certain amount of it. If there is any left over you either spend it on something else or save it for a rainy day. This scenario repeats itself every day. Do you know what the actual numbers are that are related to your daily activities? Do you know how much you earn, each day, each hour, each minute? Do you know how much you spend, each day, each hour, each minute?
Do this. Take your last paycheck of the year, find your total annual gross income number. Find your total annual hours worked. Divide the gross income by the gross hours. That is your hourly rate.
Then take this number and divide it by 60. This is the amount you earn each minute you are on the clock. I always like knowing what I’m worth minute to minute. Now you know what a bonus you are giving to your company for every minute you work, off the clock. Interesting, to say the least, but hang in there with me, because it gets a lot more interesting.
The next step is a little bit more involved, but I promise you will see a benefit in the end. Add your monthly mortgage payment, including taxes and insurance, your gas, electric, water, and sewage payments together. This is the total amount it takes to keep a roof over your head.
Now, take this number and divide it by your earnings per minute. Got it? This is the number of minutes you have to work to pay for your home.
Too big of a number to get your head around? Then divide this number by 60. This final number is the number of hours it takes you to simply keep a roof over your head. Surprised?
It actually takes about 30% more hours because the Federal, State, and Local governments all get their piece of your income pie before you do, to the tune of roughly 30-35%, but I wanted to keep the calculation somewhat simple.
In our household, the number equals about 2400 minutes, or about 40 hours. It takes one full week of income to pay for our home and all of the utilities. Oh, but we have 2 properties. It takes another week to pay for the 2nd property that we are in the midst of rehabbing. (Anybody want to buy a partially gutted house, I know a lot about?)
The other two weeks of income are left to cover everything else.
This past year I tracked every penny we earned and spent. Doing this allowed me to really see where all of our money was disappearing to. Based on these numbers, we made adjustments throughout the year.
We no longer go out to eat nearly as much, and when we do, we’ve make it a game to do it as inexpensively as possible, by uncovering discounts. Restaurant.com has some really great deals, and we have discovered good restaurants we never even knew existed. All this goes into making our meals out much more special.
I also coupon. To be a good couponer, I can’t be brand loyal. This has opened my pantry to some products that I have never used in the past and has allowed some more variety to our home cooked meals.
We’ve made a lot of other changes, based on my close scrutinizing of our spending and bills. It’s amazing how many bills I was paying while not ever looking at any other information but the amount due. Now, I review each and every bill, from top to bottom. If I have a question, I pick the phone up, immediately, and make a call. I am really surprised at how many errors I have found, especially on cell phone bills and doctor bills.
So, back to our household business plan. This plan also includes other things we would like to accomplish this year, such as completing the rehab of the 2nd property, taking a dive trip to Guam and the Northern Mariana Islands, building an office in the basement, and starting 2 new businesses. It's going to be a full year, and one that will not be successful with out a well thought out, well carried out plan.
Tiny Change 41: Dinner meeting each Tuesday evening, with Guy.
During this dinner meeting we will review the progress we have made during the past week and discuss tasks that need to be completed during the current week to stay on track with our expected time line of completion.
Have you created a business plan for your household? If not, why not? Your future is totally in your hands, why not plan for it?
Best Regards,
Linda
Tiny Blessing for the Day: I am extremely grateful to have a computer and the internet available to me. My life would be completely different without it.
It’s the first week of the new year. I’m not one to start off a new year with any new resolutions, I’ve already committed to making 365 tiny changes, no reason to add on any more. I think my plate is full enough.
What I do like to do at the first of each year is set up the current year’s business plan for our household. (Did I really hear you say, “Ugh” ?)
I know, I know, if you aren’t a numbers person, or a planner, this could sound overwhelming, because a good business plan includes both.
You’ve heard of business plans for your company, maybe have even been involved in the creation of them. The difference in a company business plan and a personal business plan is your commitment to it’s fruition, and the benefits you get when you meet your personal goals.
At work, you are compensated for showing up each day and are probably bonused in some way for meeting certain goals. You want to see your company succeed so that you can keep showing up each day and possibly get bonused for meeting goals. After all, it’s your livelihood and your source of the funding you need to live the rest of your life, paying bills, buying things, feeding yourself and your family, but, for the most part you probably aren’t totally responsible for your company’s success or failure.
In your personal life, you are. Each day you earn a certain amount of income and you spend a certain amount of it. If there is any left over you either spend it on something else or save it for a rainy day. This scenario repeats itself every day. Do you know what the actual numbers are that are related to your daily activities? Do you know how much you earn, each day, each hour, each minute? Do you know how much you spend, each day, each hour, each minute?
Do this. Take your last paycheck of the year, find your total annual gross income number. Find your total annual hours worked. Divide the gross income by the gross hours. That is your hourly rate.
Then take this number and divide it by 60. This is the amount you earn each minute you are on the clock. I always like knowing what I’m worth minute to minute. Now you know what a bonus you are giving to your company for every minute you work, off the clock. Interesting, to say the least, but hang in there with me, because it gets a lot more interesting.
The next step is a little bit more involved, but I promise you will see a benefit in the end. Add your monthly mortgage payment, including taxes and insurance, your gas, electric, water, and sewage payments together. This is the total amount it takes to keep a roof over your head.
Now, take this number and divide it by your earnings per minute. Got it? This is the number of minutes you have to work to pay for your home.
Too big of a number to get your head around? Then divide this number by 60. This final number is the number of hours it takes you to simply keep a roof over your head. Surprised?
It actually takes about 30% more hours because the Federal, State, and Local governments all get their piece of your income pie before you do, to the tune of roughly 30-35%, but I wanted to keep the calculation somewhat simple.
In our household, the number equals about 2400 minutes, or about 40 hours. It takes one full week of income to pay for our home and all of the utilities. Oh, but we have 2 properties. It takes another week to pay for the 2nd property that we are in the midst of rehabbing. (Anybody want to buy a partially gutted house, I know a lot about?)
The other two weeks of income are left to cover everything else.
This past year I tracked every penny we earned and spent. Doing this allowed me to really see where all of our money was disappearing to. Based on these numbers, we made adjustments throughout the year.
We no longer go out to eat nearly as much, and when we do, we’ve make it a game to do it as inexpensively as possible, by uncovering discounts. Restaurant.com has some really great deals, and we have discovered good restaurants we never even knew existed. All this goes into making our meals out much more special.
I also coupon. To be a good couponer, I can’t be brand loyal. This has opened my pantry to some products that I have never used in the past and has allowed some more variety to our home cooked meals.
We’ve made a lot of other changes, based on my close scrutinizing of our spending and bills. It’s amazing how many bills I was paying while not ever looking at any other information but the amount due. Now, I review each and every bill, from top to bottom. If I have a question, I pick the phone up, immediately, and make a call. I am really surprised at how many errors I have found, especially on cell phone bills and doctor bills.
So, back to our household business plan. This plan also includes other things we would like to accomplish this year, such as completing the rehab of the 2nd property, taking a dive trip to Guam and the Northern Mariana Islands, building an office in the basement, and starting 2 new businesses. It's going to be a full year, and one that will not be successful with out a well thought out, well carried out plan.
Tiny Change 41: Dinner meeting each Tuesday evening, with Guy.
During this dinner meeting we will review the progress we have made during the past week and discuss tasks that need to be completed during the current week to stay on track with our expected time line of completion.
Have you created a business plan for your household? If not, why not? Your future is totally in your hands, why not plan for it?
Best Regards,
Linda
Tiny Blessing for the Day: I am extremely grateful to have a computer and the internet available to me. My life would be completely different without it.
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