After a month on the road I’m beginning to understand what draws people to this lifestyle. A fellow traveler commented RVers are like turtles because we carry our homes with us and we move slowly. Usually my life is more like a sand crab than a turtle. Head down, I work furiously to finish my latest project. Digging fast enough opens a little well of time but it is instantly filled up with more things to do. Like the dogged little crab I rarely get out of the hole I’ve dug myself. One of the reasons I wanted to take this trip was to reconnect with my inner tortoise. (more…)
She tried them on like offerings in a boutique and found that, like clothing, not all aspirations fit as she had hoped. She wondered if bringing up long buried dreams and joys would feel different in this new reality or, if like clothes in her closet they would have shriveled with neglect, become threadbare or woefully out of style with her evolving nature once selected and considered.
The poetry reading was corny and crude and suited her poorly as it had no emotional depth—no soul. The TED talks resurrected a dormant desire to communicate and educate and entertain. It reminded her of the vulnerability it took to be authentic; something she didn’t’ think she’d yet achieved.
This new path was full of discovery and options. So foreign was the autonomy that each step felt unreal and dreamlike, disconnected but with a subconscious current leading her on. It was thrilling but measured, like trudging through an overgrown meadow. Her energy was sustained with the new—or was it exceedingly old?—sensations. Was this hope?
We all know people who always go to the same restaurants and order the same menu item. Who return like migrating birds to the same vacation spot. Who would freak out if the same dishes weren’t on the holiday table year after year. Who stay stuck in dead end jobs or relationships. Maybe you are one of them. Why is change so hard for us?
When personal computers first appeared on the mass market somewhere around 1977 B.I. (Before Internet) I was skeptical. “What would you do with one?” I said snarkily to my husband, “store recipes? How silly is that?” A better question is how wrong can one woman be? (more…)
Remember when you were a kid and someone asked you that question? “I’m 12 and a half,” we’d reply, eager to claim every one of our days. We couldn’t wait to be grown up when we believed we could do anything we wanted. Now if we’re asked our age (and we choose to respond) our answers are quite different. (more…)
Anxiety has become the most prevalent mental health condition in the United States today, a fact that should come as no surprise. We live in a climate of fear-mongering. We are inundated with negative news round the clock and it seems the more bizarre or bloody the story the more the media focuses on it. Currently we have the added spectacle of political campaigns where our “leaders” display appallingly bad behavior while each endeavors to convince us he or she is the one who can save us from collective doom. Sigh.
With so much negativity it is easy to forget there is good in the world. How do we fight back against this climate of fear? By practicing gratitude. (more…)
“Mrs. W., what are you smiling about?” I had entered her room quietly and caught her in a private reverie. She turned her face toward me and her smile broadened. “Oh,” she replied softly, “I’m just counting my blessings.” I was overwhelmed with shame. Earlier I had been grousing about some trivial issue and here was a woman whose world had been reduced to her bed yet she was still able to find joy in life. I chastised myself with the thought that if I ever complained about anything again I deserved to be zapped with lightning on the spot. (more…)
A goal without a plan is just a wish.
–Antoine De Saint-Exupery
January 1 is my favorite day of the year. I love the holiday season but I’m always glad when the travel, the parties, the shopping and decorating are over and all the fattening goodies are gone. (Some of those pounds I thought I’d lost in October found me in December. Tenacious little demons.) January 1 represents a fresh start with the ancient tradition of New Year’s resolutions. (more…)
Imagine a world where every child born is given a basket containing a lifetime supply of money, the total of all he or she will ever have to spend. The currency is dispensed daily so there is no way to count it or calculate how much is left in the basket. Nothing is free and there is no way to refill the basket or to get more money. When it’s gone, it’s gone.