Everyone Else is Already Taken

My eldest is entering an age where kids start trying to figure out where they fit in the world around them.  As with most kids, she gets teased from time to time.  I’m not certain it would be classified as bullying, but I do see the effects it has had on her personality.  Her instinctive response to such teasing is to take it personal, which I imagine is typical for a seven-year-old’s thought process.  From what I can tell, her next step in dealing with the situation is to conform to the teasers expectations of her.  This is the part that breaks my heart.  We express to her daily the wonderful girl that she is and that being herself is of the utmost importance, but it seems our words of encouragement get forgotten when she’s faced with opposition.

The troubling part for me, as her Mom, is that I only figured out how to embrace myself in the last decade or so.  Even then, I had slip ups where I would act differently around different people that had different expectations of me.  I touched upon this in my previous post A Cautionary Tale of Flattery so I will spare you the repercussions, but it never resulted well.  Nor will it end well for my eldest who tries to be sillier and funnier around these teasers in an effort to win them over.  Because, ultimately, when she tires of parading around, the teasing will return.  It’s an exhausting cycle.  A cycle that I spent far too many years allowing myself to be a victim on.  The worst part of all was that I did it unknowingly for so many years.  It was not until I met my husband that I realized that I could be me and that was enough.  Not only was it enough, it was somehow spectacular.

So, I ask you, dear readers, how do you encourage your children to be happy with exactly who they are?  Or, if you do not have children, how do you help promote self-worth in your own life?  I saw that a friend of mine has the saying, “Be yourself; everybody else is already taken,” hanging in her kitchen.  I know this is something I plan to remind my kiddos of, and perhaps myself, when necessary.

If I think about my own transformation into becoming comfortable being me, I realize that I still have to repeat little affirmations of reassurance to myself.  I also think of the years of therapy that helped bring me to the point that I am at today.  I’m sure I impart the knowledge I learned in those many counseling sessions without even realizing it, but sometimes I feel so ill-equipped to teach my children matters that I’m only now learning for myself.

I wonder though if a critical piece in helping our children feel comfortable being themselves, is teaching them that others can be themselves and we don’t all have to get along.  It doesn’t make either party less of a person if we don’t jive with one another.  In the case of the teasers that my eldest comes in contact with, I don’t think their actions are malicious.  Perhaps unkind, but not malicious.  My guess is that their manner of communication and connection is merely different from what my eldest finds enjoyable to be around.  In which case, I think it’s fine to suggest that she be kind when she works with these individuals, but also be okay in not nurturing such friendships that don’t allow her to be herself or uplift her.  My hope for all of my children is that in teaching them about Celebrating Differences, I can help them understand that being exactly who they are is the most beautiful thing they can offer this world.  And perhaps in cases where it may be difficult to celebrate differences, they, and we, can strive to understand differences and realize that boundaries are perfectly healthy.

So, I ask you again, what insight do you have to share on the matter?  I can’t tell you how badly I wish I could discuss this issue with my own Mom.  I’m desperately homesick for her as of late.  I believe she struggled greatly with these same insecurities and I would appreciate her thoughts right about now.    Honestly, I would just love to hear her say, “You’re doing fine, Sara Baby Girl.”

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You Do What You Value

As mentioned in my previous post, I am working on improving myself as a blogger.  Part of that involves building my content on my own blog.  This is why I plan to sprinkle in some of my posts here that were originally shared on Over the Big Moon.  This particular post was from September of last year.  Here it is, in case you missed it!

Sometimes we begin and then begin again.  A couple years back, I received advice from my therapist when I was feeling particularly down.  She asked me what the top three things were that I valued most.  I told her my Faith, my family, and my friends.  She followed up that question with, “Do your daily actions support the things you value most?”  I knew instantly that my actions did

not match my values.  It’s not that I don’t give those three aspects of my life attention, but certainly not in a manner that would reflect it as my top three core values.

I’ll be the first to admit, I get sucked in to my smartphone, social media, and pure laziness.  I walked out of my therapist’s office that day with a goal to have my values and actions line up more appropriately.  Sadly, I quickly fell back in to old habits.

Flash forward to a few weeks ago.  A friend and I were discussing the pitfalls of social media and the smartphone.  We confessed to each other that we wasted far too much time on our devices and didn’t tend to our home and family like we ought to be.  We both decided to create goals that we could easily track.  We used an app (ironic, right?) called Habit Goal Monitor.  You can get it for free.  We plugged in our goals and revitalized our efforts to have our actions and values align.

Then this past weekend, as my goals were looking bleak, I saw this piece of paper hanging on a wall in my church building that read: VALUES – You do what you value.  You value what you do.  If you don’t do it, you don’t value it.


Hello, Not-So-Subtle Reminder, thank you for joining me.  I could easily have felt defeated at this point.  It felt like a reprimand.  I decided to look at it as a little nudge to begin again.  Pick up where I am and keep going.

In my effort to honor the things that I value, I am trying to have personal and family scripture study daily, I am looking up at my children more even when they are doing the mundane, and I am putting the phone down when there is an opportunity for personal communication with loved ones.
I had a moment this past Thursday where my values and actions were in sync.  I decided to act out the scriptures that I was reading to my kids before school.  They found it hysterical that their Mom was up on a chair trying to be as a Prophet speaking from a tower.  The result was a positive experience with my girls that they brought up throughout the day and even shared with friends. 


I don’t plan to act out the scriptures every morning, but seeing the impact that had on my children motivates me to create more opportunities like that in their lives.  I’ll stumble, of course.  But I imagine what kind of woman I could be if my values and actions were perfect reflections of one another.  If it feels as uplifting as it did that Thursday morning, then I will begin and begin again.

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Just Begin.

Its only been the customary week between my posts, but somehow it feels like it has been longer.  I went and had a birthday this past week, which is always a treat thanks to the amazing people in my life who shower me with love and well wishes.  I certainly feel blessed.  Even more amazing is that the love and support I receive is given to me year round.

For instance, I have a friend that stumbled upon a poster that read, “Don’t make change too complicated.  Just begin.”  Knowing of my website and, lets be honest, one of my main supporters, she thought to send it along to me.  That’s what this website has been all about from day one: beginning.

In less than a year, I have watched as my small action to begin writing has enriched my life.  I have learned greater discipline; gained a greater understanding of my worth; become more aware of the blogging world, including the opportunity to be a contributor on Over the Big Moon; took a chance and submitted a quote to Via magazine, which was published; didn’t quit even though there were plenty of times that I wanted to; and have been given the wonderful opportunity to share lessons learned in my own life in hopes of brightening another’s outlook.

These gifts and blessings were not what a foresaw when I began.  Certainly, I had a desire to hopefully ease another’s burden by sharing the ups and downs of real life, but I didn’t think that I would gain so much personally.  I wish I could convey to those reading how much my life has been blessed merely by beginning (and continuing).  I had previously spent so many years talking myself out of doing anything in the writing field, as there were certainly others that could do it better.  And there still are.  That has not changed.  I do not fancy myself an amazing writer.  What I do know is that the practice of nourishing this passion has blessed my life in ways that I had not anticipated.  In some ways, it makes me frustrated with all the prior years wasted.  At the same time though, it makes me appreciate the beauty that has come from finally beginning.

I used to see starting points differently.  I liken it to when I once enjoyed running.  I say “once enjoyed” only because I am so out of shape now that I can’t pretend that I enjoy something that I no longer do.  When I ran, I never did well at long distance.  I enjoyed a quick sprint.  I chalked it up to the way my body was built to work, but as I type this I’m thinking maybe my view on life was the culprit in convincing myself I was not cut out for long distance.  You see, I want immediate gratification.  It’s all a matter of impatience, I suppose.  If I don’t hit the finish line almost as soon as I’ve started, then I’ve somehow convinced myself that I’ll never hit the finish line.  So, why even race?  Or perhaps, I’ll hit the finish line last and somehow be deemed a failure?  The funny thing is that I don’t see myself as competitive, more as the Unlikely Perfectionist.  I think what I’ve learned in beginning to actively practice my writing is that each mile marker I hit is a victory.  Now, I don’t know that I even want to hit the finish line because the run itself feels so good.

This “run” I am on right now has been made possible by the many cheerleaders on the sidelines sending me words of encouragement and reminding me that I can do this.  And, you know what?  They’re right.  But if I can do this, then I know those reading can do it too.  I would like to be your cheerleader.  Please share with me what passion you are beginning, or virtue you are working on, or wound you are trying to heal?  Because I want to be there to hear how your life will be blessed in unexpected ways too.

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Seeking Light

This past weekend was quite a memorable one for me.  A date night is always a treat, but my husband and I actually managed to have two date nights in a row.  Both evenings were awesome, but the second night had an unusual twist to it that I would like to share.

We went on a double date with our friends to celebrate a birthday milestone.  We started our night off with some delicious Mediterranean Food and then walked over to a tiny independent theater in our downtown area.  We had never been before and the place had such a fun vibe.  It only seats 24 people and the refreshment bar is in the same room as the theater.  They serve Coca-Cola in the vintage bottles, popcorn in a big silver tin and dish up candy in a white paper sack.  We were seated in the front row and ready to watch a series of Oscar Nominated Live Action Short Films.  I have a soft spot for Short Films, but that’s a post for another day.

The first movie was a touching film from Denmark, the second was a thought-provoking short from the UK, the third was a suspense-thriller from France, and the fourth was just horrific.  I’m of the opinion that you do not have to explicitly show something to get the general idea of the subject matter.  Clearly, the Writer/Director of this Spanish short film does not feel the same as I do.  I like how the review on CraveOnline puts it in regards to That Wasn’t Me, the film’s flagrant messaging and shock tactics leave it feeling sleazy, and coated with a discomforting goo. Not the kind of grotesque veneer you’d expect and want from a film about the horrors of child soldiers in Africa…”  In the middle of one of the more disturbing scenes, my husband got up and left the theater.  My friend’s husband immediately followed him.  Then, my friend and I followed as well.  We all knew why my husband got up and left and I think we were all a little upset at ourselves for not walking out sooner.  We agreed that we needed to go find something upbeat to do in an effort to recover from what we had all just witnessed on the screen.  The night ended with some fascinating people-watching in a local restaurant while dining on churros and ice-cream.  All was well in the end.

Now, I told you all of that, to tell you this.  The images from that movie did not leave my mind.  I tried to inundate myself with scripture reading, Facebook, praying, Pinterest delights and the like to dull the memory of the graphic scenes I watched.  My methods helped, but I slept awful the first night and spent most of the second day trying to redirect my thoughts onto something positive.  As I was working so hard to bring peace back in to my mind, I got to thinking about people that can’t just walk out of the movie theater and seek out light.

Some people are not as fortunate as I am to live in a home that has joy and peace.  Many have to live in dark circumstances with constant negative influences.  This reminded me of a story I read by Susan Wyman where she was sharing her struggle with family discord.  Then, she had this thought about being in complete darkness and imagined herself lighting a tiny birthday candle.  Wyman says, “It seemed so insignificant, yet the power of that minuscule light was enough to displace the blackness…The quantity of darkness surrounding us in the world simply does not matter.  Light is eternal and is vastly more powerful than darkness.”  Her words ring true to me.

All these thoughts reminded me of my New Year’s Resolution for a Bright New Year.  I’m blessed to live in a healthy environment, but that doesn’t mean I cannot make it brighter.  Or perhaps strive to bring more light to those that are not as fortunate?  I think more than anything this week, I wanted readers to reflect on whether or not they are living among the light or darkness?  If the light, share it with those around you and cherish the gift that you hold.  If you find yourself walking in darkness, have faith that your own light is ‘enough to displace the blackness.’  And, if possible, do as my husband did and walk out of the darkness and seek the light.

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Making Tomorrow’s Headlines Positive Ones

My Dad used to tell me when I was younger, “Don’t do anything today that you wouldn’t want in tomorrow’s headlines.”  I can’t tell you how many times I dreaded the idea of my poor decisions on one day being the following day’s top news.  Obviously, I am of little consequence in the public eye, but the message left an impact just the same.  I later heard a quote by French Philosopher, Jacques Bainville, that echoed my Dad’s advice.  Bainville said, “One must want the consequences of what one wants.”  In short, we must consider the repercussions of our actions.

I can still see myself sitting in a high school classroom looking back at my friend in the desk behind me before class started.  She was confronting me on things she had heard me saying about her to other people.  You can imagine my embarrassment by the whole situation.  She was completely right.  I cannot remember now what I was even telling people.  The point though is that I had, in fact, been saying stuff behind her back.  I was out of line.  It was one of those moments where I had to evaluate my gossipy tendencies.  I’m grateful for her confronting me all those years ago, because it made me realize the repercussions of my actions.  How fortunate I was to learn at a fairly young age the pain that comes from gossiping.  I wish I could say I learned my lesson and never spoke an unkind or false word again about someone behind their back, but it’s taken years to truly weed out the nasty habit.

My first fix was to make sure that when someone told me a secret, I kept it a secret.  I have been considered a trust-worthy friend because of my efforts.  I was less effective at changing my habits of complaining and backbiting about people who annoyed me.  I wasn’t telling secrets of theirs, as much as I was just ranting about their quirks that grated on my nerves.

The workplace was certainly a difficult place to keep my backbiting to a minimum.  There are so many different personalities that we are forced to work with in close proximity.  I found it difficult not to vent about so-and-so during my lunch break with co-workers whom I trusted.  I don’t recall having any enemies at work, but there were plenty of people who I just didn’t jive with.  I don’t think we are put here to get along famously with everyone.  I know I don’t and I am okay with that.  But I think where we get ourselves in trouble is when we start to fuel the fire of our aggravation by spreading it to others in an effort to support our plight.

I was again reminded of how ugly gossip and backbiting could be when I became a Stay-at-Home-Mom.  Women love to get around and gab and it became difficult not to indulge in the topics at hand.  I learned stuff second hand that I did not want to know about people.  Later, I would hear the same story firsthand from the individual and I began to see discrepancies.  These experiences had an even greater impact on nipping my involvement in the gossip than that experience back in high school.  I realized that the “thrill” of being in the know was in no way worth the consequence of hurting someone.  Sure, others may never know I spoke unkind words about them or that I satiated in the gossip about them, but what if they did?  What if my unkind words were in tomorrow’s headlines?  These experiences made it that much more imperative for me to hold my tongue among chatty women.

I admire my husband on this matter.  He has been my example of one whom you can trust.  Not only does he keep learned things to himself, but he will stop people who are spreading things second hand.  He recently was in a situation where someone was gossiping and his immediate response to the individual was, “Is that really your story to tell?”  Oftentimes, I think we find ourselves guilty of wanting to be in the know, when it does us no good.  My husband has taught me a healthier and kinder way to be.  He has taught me how to show respect for stories that are not ours to tell.

With age, comes experiences and with experiences, comes growth.  I’m grateful that I have been able to grow out of the bad habit of gossiping.  I still struggle with this vice.  I’m not quite sure why that is.  Is it the pleasure of hearing other’s imperfections? Of being in the know?  Of having a team of support when you are completely annoyed by someone’s behavior?  Maybe all of the above?  Whatever it is, I’ve grown utterly weary of the consequences of backbiting.  All it results in is added negativity, misunderstandings, and hurt feelings.

There are so many actions of mine, mostly from my young adulthood, that I would hate to have in headlines even now.  Even worse would be someone putting my shortcomings in their own words and making it a headline.  May we all consider the repercussions that come from our daily individual actions and strive to avoid doing them before we risk them becoming tomorrow’s top news.  But, more importantly, may we remember that other’s stories are not ours to tell.

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An Esteemed Reality

I saw a psychologist off and on for nearly five years.  I am a huge advocate of therapy for any and all aspects of life.  In fact, I get a bit frustrated when people are so reluctant to seek additional assistance.  When I say all aspects of life, I mean it.  Before the age of three, our sweet little girl had already attended Physical Therapy, Occupational Therapy, and Speech Therapy for her various issues resulting from premature birth.  The progress she made under the care of professionals was astounding.  I feel equally blessed for the knowledge I received during my countless therapy sessions to address my distorted thinking.

While I had attempted to find psychological help a few times prior in my life, it was not until I met with a particular doctor in 2007 that I began to make progress.  I still recall my first session with her.  I had brought in a list of my concerns and why I was there to meet with her.  As I read off the long list I had prepared, she listened intently.  At the end of the session, she had pretty much summed up my personal laundry list of issues into one: I had low self-esteem.

I was reminded of how crucial a healthy self-esteem is in one’s life when I came across this excellent description in a parenting magazine, Parent & Child.  The article “Rehab a Praise Junkie” reads: “Self-esteem depends on your internal ability to generate positive feelings about your accomplishments – it’s not something other people can give you.”  I learned this in therapy, but I so wish I hadn’t had to wait that long.  For years, I based my worth on the praise of others.  I still fall victim to it in ways I’d rather not admit.

This blog is a perfect example.  Sometimes when I write a post that I’m excited about, I become deflated when I don’t receive any positive feedback to validate my feelings.  I suppose it’s the nature of the beast.  But at least now I have the tools to separate my distorted thinking and reality.  Previously, my train of thought would run something like this – I tried really hard on something, received no accolades for it, therefore I am a failure.  That’s where it ended.  How sad, right?  That’s why I prevented myself from attempting so many tasks in life.  I had already deemed myself a failure.  Now my thought process goes something like this – I tried really hard on something, received no praise for it, feel down about it, realize that other’s praise is not an indication of my success, and take joy in the process of the task and what I learned from it.  My previous pattern begat nothing but feeling worthless.  This healthier pattern is what keeps me moving and posting.

There are so many ways in which a low self-esteem can hinder our daily activities.  Thankfully, there are tools to help eradicate feelings of low self-worth.  Again, I will suggest the The Self-Esteem Workbook, which was recommended to me during that first therapy session.  It provides a variety of ways to gain a self-esteem.  One of the easiest methods for me to prevent myself from going down the poor self-esteem spiral is to debunk my negative instincts.  You’ll notice my new pattern in the previous paragraph has additional steps in my thinking.  You’ll also see that my healthier method does not omit the sadness of no praise.  I still feel bummed.  Maybe one day I won’t care at all, but that’s not right now.  Now, the key to healthier living is analyzing those feelings and figuring out if what I feel is reality or something I’ve imagined.  While it might not seem the case, in a world where grandiose is king, reality can sometimes be better than what you’ve imagine.

For me, my reality is much better than what I had deemed myself worthy.  According to my instinctual thought process, I was not deserving of anything good.  And yet here I type, as the wife to an incredible husband, the mother to three beautiful children (and one on the way), a friend to the most amazing people, and a woman of faith.  My reality is better than anything I could have imagined.  It’s not perfect, as nobody’s is, but it’s filled with hope and a belief in myself that I did not have previously.

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It’s a Habit!

So, the question is, are you still working on your New Year’s Resolutions?  As we know, from A Bright New Year, mine can’t quite be measured.  However, I read a fascinating article today in the January 2014 issue of The Costco Connection magazine.  It was highlighting the three parts that create a habit.  It made me realize that resolutions are basically either habits we want to start or habits we want to stop.  So, I thought I’d try to help with keeping your resolutions going.

To break or start a habit, it helps to think about the parts that make up the habit.  In Charles Duhigg’s book, The Power of Habit: Why We Do What We Do in Life and Business, he indicates that there are three parts to the habit loop: a cue, a routine, and a reward.  For the sake of an example, I will outline the three components of my bad habit.  A habit that, sadly, I do not want to stop.

I drink one soda a day.  It has all the sugar and all the caffeine.  I am well aware of the negative affects of this habit.  Let’s set that part aside for now though and look at the three parts to the habit loop.  My cue is a time of day for me.  Cues can be a place, an emotional state, or even the presence of certain people.  But my cue is lunch time or shortly thereafter.  I enjoy having a soda with my meal.  Sometimes I sit down to lunch with a glass of milk or water instead, which pushes my soda cue until after lunch.  But the general cue for me is early afternoon.  The routine is the habit itself.  In my case, drinking the soda.  The reward for me is a pick-me-up, the break in monotony of my liquid intake for the day, and the relief from a headache later in the day.  Of course, the latter is merely a symptom of withdrawal and would subside after my body adjusted to life without the soda.

I know the withdrawals eventually subside, as I have taken myself off of soda a couple times.  One time in particular, I did not drink any caffeinated soda for a couple years.  I still had a Sprite now and again to spice up the flavor in my life.  Living on the edge, I know.  According to researcher, Brian Roemmele, the worst part of the withdrawal stage is the first 14 days.  Roemmele’s research indicates that if you can make it through the primary withdrawal, those first 14 days, and hold out for an additional 14 days, then most of the work has been done.  I imagine this is why we get the standard advice that we can create a habit in 28 days.

I remember during my childhood, I wanted to put this to the test.  I had heard that if you did something consistently for 28 days, then it would become a natural habit.  I decided that I would make my bed 28 days in a row and see if it truly got easier.  It must have worked, because I became an avid bed maker.  Of course, being a mother to three now, a made bed isn’t always my top priority.  I am happy to report though that my bed is more often made than not.  And the perk of slipping in under the covers of a made bed at the end of the day is all the reward I need.

Now, none of this works if you don’t have a real desire.  Hence, me not stopping my soda intake.  It just isn’t worth it to me in this point in my life to give up this vice.  As a result, I don’t try to kid myself in to doing so.  The same goes for weight loss.  Once all this child-bearing stuff is done, I would really like to lose some weight.  But I already know that I will not forego a cheeseburger for the sake of less pounds on the scale.  I love cheeseburgers and a lower number on the scale does not outweigh (pun intended) the reward of a delicious cheeseburger in my eyes.  So, I would suggest you be realistic with yourself.  Think about what reward is worth the habit.

If you’re trying to start a habit that is a drag and seems to have no immediate reward, consider creating a separate reward.  For instance, if you want to make sure you are Journaling the Journey but don’t enjoy writing in your journal, give yourself an additional reward for your efforts.  Perhaps one journal entry affords you 15 guilt-free minutes to look at goofy YouTube videos?  Or maybe you are upset with how personal scripture study keeps getting put on the back burner.  In which case, tell yourself you need to read your scriptures for 15 minutes before checking in on your social media outlets.

However you work it out, keep in mind that the 28 days to form or break a habit isn’t a guarantee.  It might work for bed making and easier habits to come by, but I hardly doubt it works for the person who is trying to quit smoking after years of two packs a day.  I’m always leery about studies I find on-line, as they don’t always seem to be credible.  But research from 2009 out of the UK indicates that it takes an average of 66 days to form a new habit.  And researcher, Roemmele, suggests it takes 45-56 days for your brain cells to deemphasize the emotional need for a particular habit.  In other words, count on roughly two months to make or break that habit of yours.

Above all, be patient with yourself.  If you have a hiccup in your goals, don’t give up and give in.  A blogger I read years ago provided one of the best analogies on this matter.  If you get a flat tire, you don’t go and poke holes in the three remaining tires.  You fix the flat tire and get back on the road.

Here’s to your day 66 when someone asks you why you do something positive so consistently and you get to answer, “It’s a habit!”

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Over The Big Moon Contributor

I forgot to share something very exciting that happened to me a few months ago.  I was chosen to be a monthly contributor on another blog, Over the Big Moon.  No biggie, right?  A million people have blogs and even more are professional writers themselves.  But those people aren’t me.  I am just Sara.  The Sara who, previously, would not have given anything a try that might result in rejection.

But I did try this time.  My Step-Mom asked me how I was able to go out of my comfort zone in regards to applying for the spot.  As crazy as it sounds, I practiced what I was sharing here on First You Must Begin.  I have all this knowledge of what I should be doing, but, like many others, I struggle to implement those things at times.  However, I felt like I’d be a hypocrite if I wrote all these suggestions and did none of it myself.  So, I did it!  I applied.  Much to my surprise, I was chosen!

I wrote a post here on First You Must Begin back in September titled Is Timing Everything?, which was inspired by the chain of events that led me to this opportunity to be a blog contributor.  The experiences, both good and bad, that have afforded me multiple writing opportunities has humbled me.  Every step that I took in the right direction has brought me to this time in my life where I’m learning to believe in myself more fully.  It’s such a rewarding feeling.

 
I’m only sorry that I’ve waited so long to share this news with our followers here.  It’s a little tricky to find specific past posts on Over The Big Moon, so I thought I would share the links for the previous posts here.  September was my first month contributing and I focused on the value we place on Values.  October’s post was about Facing Fears.  November, I shared the changes I made in my own life once I realized I was The Unlikely Perfectionist.  And in December, I felt the need to reflect on Having A Merciful Heart.

My posts go live on Over The Big Moon every third Sunday.  I’m excited to share that this month’s contribution is about the importance of Journaling Your Journey.  

I hope you’ll enjoy reading these additional posts and perusing Over The Big Moon to see all their fun ideas!

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Bright New Year!

At the start of this bright new year, I can’t help but find it funny that we create all these resolutions for a new year and most involve better health, yet we stay up so late the night before that we throw out our good intentions before noon on New Year’s Day.  I think the reason this really hit home for me today was that my toddler was up until 11:45 last night.  I have no clue how he didn’t pass out sooner.  Of course his late bedtime had no bearing on his usual wake-up time and he was a disaster until I put him down for an early nap.  We were all so tired this morning that I was throwing out all the usual rules just to keep The Boy from screaming and me from losing my mind.  That’s when I thought to myself, “How is this the right way to start off a New Year?”

I think that’s the part that makes me panic about resolutions.  The moment I don’t fulfill them perfectly is the moment I consider myself a failure and give up altogether.  Is this a healthy way of handling resolutions?  Heck, a healthy way of handling anything in life?  Nope and nope.  I’m reminded of a pin I saw this week –

I’m so afraid of failing at my resolutions that one year I started my New Year’s Resolution on January 17, when I figured the majority of other’s resolutions had already been thrown aside.  I had a goal of losing 50 lbs. and there were 50 weeks remaining in the year so my goal was to lose one pound a week.  I did lose some weight under my plan and then I got pregnant.  And, if you’re wondering if I got pregnant just to avoid the resolution, I’m not 100% certain that I could dispute you on the matter.

But this year, I’m starting my year off with a resolution that I won’t be able to measure in calories, pages, miles, or dollars.  My resolution is to Find Happiness Amongst Trials and happiness in general.  Not just find happiness, but bring happiness.  My resolution is to bring the light and joy with me.  We can get so caught up in the ugly of the world that we fail to realize that sometimes we’re promoting it by continually giving it talk-time.  It seems to me that our natural instinct is often to feed the negative and starve the positive, when it ought to be the other way around.

The most emotionally healthy people that I know have optimism written in their hearts.  They are aware of their thoughts and actions and the impact they have on their own lives and those around them.  They choose to find the silver lining in life and brighten the world with their outlook and demeanor.  That’s what I want for 2014.  I want to illuminate my surroundings.  I want to be Living A Life With Laughter, be Saving by Serving, and Be the Hero in [My] Story.

In short, I want to have a bright new year; not because of fortunate circumstances, but because I made it bright in all circumstances.

 

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Achieve the Impossible

A while back, I was watching The Pirates! Band Of Misfitswith my kiddos.  Towards the end of the movie, as things are looking bleak for the protagonist, The Pirate Captain, his response to the naysayers is, “It’s only impossible if you stop and think about it.”  It’s such a quick line that I almost missed it.  I found the line enlightening.  Certainly, I am not suggesting we forego thinking things through, but I don’t imagine it does anyone any good to think things to death and risk lost possibilities.
I did that very thing for years with writing.  I came up with all the reasons why it would be pointless to even pursue writing.  I believed it impossible that anyone would enjoy anything I had to write.  I thought about it so much that I never did it.  I’m learning that the action of writing in itself is fulfilling the desires of my heart.  The perks of positive feedback is really more than I could have dreamed of for myself.
But even on a smaller scale, as I sit here with no Christmas presents wrapped, my shopping incomplete, a grocery store trip still on the horizon, and bathrooms that need cleaning, I feel overwhelmed trying to process how it will all get done in time.  The best thing I can do for myself and my family is just keep moving.  Sitting here dwelling on what needs to get done will get me no further along.
If a task is feeling daunting to you or a dream is feeling unattainable, may I suggest that the only thinking you do on the matter be to believe it possible and figure out the first step that needs to happen to make it so.  My husband knows I can get easily overwhelmed by an over-flowing sink of dishes or a laundry list of to-do’s and he reminds me of the old adage, “How do you eat an elephant?  One bite at a time.”  So, pick up one toy, wash one load, write one post, decline one cookie, create one water color, put one foot in front of the other and make your goals and desires happen!  Don’t let over thinking it stop you from achieving it!
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