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How Yoga and Body Acceptance Could Guide Your New Year

One of my greatest inspirations in the self-acceptance space is Anna Guest-Jelley, the founder of Curvy Yoga.  Anna is not just profound light, a gentle truth teller, and an honest reflector, she’s an inspired teacher– both in yoga class and in life.  With this new year,  I was eager to share some of Anna’s wisdom with you and invited her to share here about her thoughts on yoga and self-acceptance.  I hope you get as much from her wisdom as I always do!

 

Photo Credit: Andrea Scher

Photo Credit: Andrea Scher

Like many people, and maybe even you, I’ve spent many Januarys in the throes of this or that New Year’s resolution related to changing my body in some way. I’d be hell-bent on making a change, last about 2.5 weeks, something would intervene (since the expectations I set were never realistic for my actual life in the first place), and then I’d give up. Defeated.

Once again.

Probably not too surprisingly, once I started to shift from resolutions to choosing a Word of the Year, and from constantly berating my body to learning how to be in an affirming relationship with it, I was much happier.

But one thing kept nagging at me for a long time: how to bring my intention for the year and my body acceptance practice together. This mattered to me because an intention, or word, for the year permeates every area of life, including your body and how you relate to it, and I was interested to see what I could learn — if only I could find a way into it.

What I started to discover is that intentions benefit from embodiment, particularly within an adaptable and unique-to-you container. Here’s what I mean by that: when our intentions stay solely in our heads, they’re easy to forget, philosophize/daydream about but not take action on, keep as a lingering “should” that makes us feel worse and worse about ourselves, etc.

But when you find a way to loop your body into the process, things can start to move from the realm of “sounds like a good idea, but I’ll never get it done” to “I’m doing it.”

Now, how does all of this start (and continue)? Through an ongoing conversation with your body.

The best way I know to reliably begin or grow a conversation with your body is through yoga. And no, that’s not because the farther forward you bend, the more wonderful your life is and the more committed you are to both your intention for the year and your relationship to body acceptance. Not at all.

The reason I see yoga as a key way into body acceptance, which is just another way of saying having an ongoing conversation with your body, is because it asks you to engage with your actual body. By asking you to notice what your foot is doing in a pose, what is happening with your breath, or how a yoga prop might support you, the practice of yoga is a concrete way to learn to connect with your body as it is today. Because as you know if you’ve ever tried any balance pose in yoga, your experience definitely changes from day to day!

It doesn’t matter what style of yoga you practice, or what you can or cannot do. It’s not any individual pose on its own that makes the difference, but rather the overall process of being with your body. And all of the physical, mental, and emotional benefits of yoga certainly don’t hurt, either!

While you’re on your yoga mat and in this conversation with your body, it can also be a great time to reconnect with your intention for the year. Here are some ways you might do that:

  • Inhale and repeat your Word of the Year; exhale and let go of anything that doesn’t serve it
  • Ask yourself before your practice what it would be like to bring your intention into your practice. For example, in 2016, my word was Rooted, so I often asked myself this before practice and found ways to get grounded, or rooted, while on my mat.
  • Let the final relaxation at the end of class be a time to first notice how you feel, then ask yourself to notice what it feels like in your body when you connect with your intention, then let yourself rest with that sensation.
  • Anything else that comes to mind for you!

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If you want to learn more about a body-affirming approach to yoga, including pose options for bodies of all shapes/sizes that you can use to support your body in any class, you might like to check out my new book, Curvy Yoga: Love Yourself & Your Body a Little More Each Day. And if you’re a yoga teacher and would like to share about yoga and self-acceptance with your students, check out whole~hearted, a curriculum that Rosie and I created just for yoga teachers.


Here’s to seeing how your intention unfolds in the new year!

 

A little more about Anna:

Anna Guest-Jelley is the founder of Curvy Yoga, an online yoga studio and teacher training center that helps people of all sizes find true acceptance and freedom, both on and off the mat.
Anna is the author of Curvy Yoga: Love Yourself & Your Body a Little More Each Day and the co-editor of Yoga and Body Image: 25 Personal Stories About Beauty, Bravery & Loving Your Body. To learn more about Curvy Yoga, visit www.CurvyYoga.com

 

SPARK Day 25: Identify Your 10 Things

 

Spark Jan 2014Welcome to SPARK Day 25– the next to last day of SPARK!  And, today, we’re completing an exercise I have been doing each month for almost two years now: a list of ten good things.  Here’s the scoop.

At the end of each month, I take stock of the previous month.  What went well?  What did I learn?  What brought me a simple joy?  These monthly reports are a way to encourage myself to take delight in the littlest of things.  I find that Ten Things I Loved allows me to always see the silver lining, even when there are hard moments in a month.  Taking joy in the simple things is paramount to how I want to live which makes 10 things an invaluable tool for me.  Here’s this month’s simple pleasures.

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 1.  SPARK!  I was really excited about turning the calendar to 2014.  I wanted to set just the right tone for myself, get into my best practices right away, and really build some momentum after a December that was an emotional and physical quagmire.  Choosing to share some of my practices with you through SPARK was also a great way to reinforce them with myself.  While January wasn’t as full of ease and flow as I would have liked (Happy was out of school A LOT for weather and I’ve got my standard it’s been four weeks since my last one sinus infection brewing right now), but there was lots of forward progress and I am happy with the foundation that has been laid.  Did you enjoy SPARK?  Come back in February for SHINE as we focus on philosophies to nurture and flame our self-acceptance.  More on that on Saturday!
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2.  visionSPARK!  Oh my goodness! One of my best New Year’s traditions is hosting visionSPARK.  I am just WILD about this event.   Amazing women gather together with women that they are just meeting and get real and excited about what they want to craft out of this new year and then they set about to capture it in one simple, powerful word and in beautiful, inspiring vision boards.  This year, I added a 3rd local offering and so I rode the visionSPARK high for three days!  The inspiration is still carrying me.  
3.  CHOOSING THRIVE!    My 2013 word was a bit of a bust.  It just didn’t really capture what I most needed out of 2013 and about halfway through the year, I thought, what my word really should be is “abundance.”  So for a while, though I started to center my 2013 energy on abundance, I was also thinking that I’d already figured out my 2014 word well in advance.  Then, as December started clicking along, HARMONY came to me as my word for 2014.  As I reflected on that more, I realized I wanted harmony in a very specific part of my life and that the word itself wasn’t broad enough to capture the feeling that I most wanted to have in all of my life.  So, harmony was a good sub-focus in one area but it wasn’t it so I circled back around to abundance.  As I thought more about it, I realized that abundance wasn’t quite it either as it felt like it could elicit some “careful what you wish for” sentiments later on.  I didn’t want to have too much of some things and so calling out for abundance felt a little like a dare.  I didn’t want my cup to overflow as much as I wanted my cup to have all the right things in it at the right amount.  I want to thrive- to have a lush, radiant daily life and big picture life that is heaping with inspiration and clarity and goodness but isn’t too much, overbearing, exhausting.  To flourish but not wilt.  So here’s to a thriving 2014!          
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4.  2014 VISIONBOARD.  I typically create my vision board for my new year on my birthday (since it is mid-November), but BF took my last birthday off so we could spend it together and he was certainly not thinking that it included helping me to trim my carefully chosen words and images down to just the right size.  So, I put off making my vision board until the new year AND I only made one (for the last couple years, I have made 2 boards: a professional one and a personal one).  While I wasn’t sure about it at all while I was creating it, I am really happy with the end product.  There are some powerful longer quotes that really speak to me on the board (not so long but really fun is: what I want to do is uplift consciousness, heal the planet, and boogie.  That Carlos Santana quote sounds just about perfect!),  but there are also words and images that pack a powerful inspirational punch.  While I never found the word thrive (yes, I could have pieced it together but didn’t feel that compelled to do that), I did find a photo that captured it for me: the woman carrying so many flowers you cannot even see her upper body and the words In Full Bloom.  There are lots of words and images on the board about tapping, maintaining and sharing my light— from that star light to a fortune I found in a recent cookie:  You stand in your own light. Make it shine!— as I strive to radiate (but not harmfully, of course).  And reminders about the work that I wish to do out in the world (The Martha Beck quote: It’s only by starting in a place of peace that we find our purpose and power, feed your soul, and several of the other quotes on the board) and at home (Happy Happy Happy Happy, Celebrate Love,  Make a playdate with your own kid, and a photo of a woman painting on the seaside).  There are nods to Circle de Luz and to just being who and how I want to be in the world.  I’ve propped it in the window of the Sugar Shack, right in front of my desk so that I state at it when I glance up and not at the sad, bare trees beyond.  Here’s to inspiration!  
  
5.  BACK TO SCHOOL!  I am always so sad to say goodbye to my students at the end of each semester and I worry that my next class won’t gel in the same way.  Yet, that is just a silly worry because EVERY SINGLE TIME, I am overwhelmed with gratitude for the way the students who are attracted to a class on Body Image come into the space in such an intentional and receptive way and, together, we get to create something really special together.  My new group is just as grand as any pass group and I’ve even adjusted to my new classroom layout- the kind of collegiate lecture hall where the professor is down on a little platform in front and the rows are tiered up from in an amphitheater.  It TOTALLy threw me off when I walked in there the first day, but we’ve made it work together (especially for discussions which are central to Body Image class).  Very excited about the semester!  
6.  HOT STONE MASSAGE.  There really isn’t more that needs to be said here, is there?  Best Christmas present for sure.
7.  How Children Succeed Summit.  This half-day summit was sponsored by Communities in Schools (one of our partners for Circle de Luz) and America’s Promise Alliance and its national GradNation Campaign.  The summit featured powerful education around drop off indictors (as early as first grade!), poverty impact, the impact of quality teachers, and a keynote address from Paul Tough, the author of How Children Succeed: Grit, Curiosity, and The Hidden Power of Character.  It was so informative and inspiring. I took pages and pages of notes.  And now I am eagerly awaiting the arrival of How Children Succeed from the library so I can read it all.
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8. FIVE YEARS. We celebrated five years as a family this month.  Wow.  It both seems like the time flew by and that Happy has always been in our lives.  
9.  A CHAPTER A DAY.  I practically didn’t read from Thanksgiving to the New Year so making the commitment to read a chapter a day in January was just what I needed to get back to it.  Three books done and a fourth moving along.  
10.  THIS LATEST SINUS INFECTION.  One of my oldest childhood friends told me that she just thinks of me as snooty.  Not snotty as in I have an attitude but snotty as in there is always something going on with my damn nose.  She knew me in middle school; she knew me in high school; she was a college roommate.  She’s had enough exposure to how I sound to know.  But the thing is that while the problem always started in my nose, it spiraled out of control FAST.  Seriously, I go from post nasal drip to infection in about a day.  I go from sinus infection to tonsillitis in about two days and from tonsillitis to bronchitis in about three days.  And, usually, just for good measure, this is all accompanied by ear infections.  About six or seven years ago, I was fed up with all of it and because I saw my tonsils as the problem (that was what hurt the worst), I saw an ENT who said that my tonsils definitely had to go.  He also took one look up my nose and suggested sinus surgery, too (that he could just take care of while I was already under for my tonsils).  But since I, non-doctor that I am, saw my tonsils as the problem, I agreed to tonsil surgery and not sinus surgery.  Well, the good news is no more tonsillitis and, hence, less bronchitis.  The bad news is that I am still friggin’ snotty more often than not.  So after a sinus infection that knocked me on my tush in December and another one this month, I loudly declared that I was done.  DONE.  DONE.  I would love to not have to have surgery but who knows what my quest to end the sinus infections will bring.  What I do know is that I put out a call for feedback and have gotten tons of great suggestions.  I’m working every angle and will certainly update you here if I land on something that makes me a less snotty person.  In the meantime, I am grateful that this sinus infection landed at a time where I wasn’t so worn down from everything else and I could just look squarely at it and say, “This isn’t my normal anymore.”  It gave me just the impetus I needed to come out swinging.  Here’s to the good fight.  
Now, tell me about your January?  What did you love?             
      
 
     

My favorite reads in my 39th year

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I love talking about books. Since reading a certain number of books each year is one of my birthday list items, I wanted to look back and share my favorite books with you from my 39th year.
As I read over the list I was struck by how many of the books are ones that I could recommend. A few years ago, I adopted a policy of not finishing books that I didn’t truly find compelling and that mean that the books that make it to the list are usually ones I want to finish (a few rare exceptions like books I finish for book club that I may not have loved or books that I finished because they are only one I had with me while I was traveling).  Although I really could recommend most of the books from my list, in the interest of being discerning, I am picking out my favorites (for different reasons) for you.  There are some definite themes in the books I sought out this year:  younger adult books, split time periods, thrillers, books that incorporate storytelling in really modern ways (using email, google searches, Facebook status posts, Google searches and more as ways to drive the plot forward), books that incorporate storytelling in “old” ways (the use of letters!!!), and books with some comedic chops.  So, in no particular order in terms of favorites– the order is based on the order I read them in this year-,my favorite reads from this past year…
The synopsis from Powell’s:  A heartbreaking, stay-up-all-night novel from the New York Times bestselling author of Me Before YouA Brief Encounter for our time, The Last Letter from Your Lover is a sophisticated, spellbinding double love story that spans decades and thrillingly evokes a bygone era. In 1960, Jennifer Stirling wakes in the hospital and remembers nothing—not the car accident that put her there, not her wealthy husband, not even her own name. Searching for clues, she finds an impassioned letter, signed simply “B,” from a man for whom she seemed willing to risk everything. In 2003, journalist Ellie Haworth stumbles upon the letter and becomes obsessed with learning the unknown lovers fate—hoping it will inspire her own happy ending. Remarkably moving, this is a novel for romantics of every age.
My thoughts:  Oh, this tale of lost love was sweet and surprising and will be of interest to any romantic.  I loved the different points of view featured, the simultaneous love stories, and the different periods of time represented in this piece.
The synopsis from Powell’s:  Díaz turns his remarkable talent to the haunting, impossible power of love — obsessive love, illicit love, fading love, maternal love. On a beach in the Dominican Republic, a doomed relationship flounders. In the heat of a hospital laundry room in New Jersey, a woman does her lover’s washing and thinks about his wife. In Boston, a man buys his love child, his only son, a first baseball bat and glove. At the heart of these stories is the irrepressible, irresistible Yunior, a young hardhead whose longing for love is equaled only by his recklessness — and by the extraordinary women he loves and loses: artistic Alma; the aging Miss Lora; Magdalena, who thinks all Dominican men are cheaters; and the love of his life, whose heartbreak ultimately becomes his own. In prose that is endlessly energetic, inventive, tender, and funny, the stories in the New York Times-Bestselling This Is How You Lose Her lay bare the infinite longing and inevitable weakness of the human heart. They remind us that passion always triumphs over experience, and that “the half-life of love is forever.”

My thoughts: I have heard Junot Diaz speak twice and really love his perspective.  He has a unique, powerful voice.  He’s not for everyone– his language is a bit direct and if F bombs make you blush, stay away.  But this group of linked short stories are so powerful and real and true and Diaz’s voice is like no other.  I listened to this one on tape and Junot Diaz is the reader, and he’s a fabulous reader (not every writer is, to be honest).  He zeroes in on the human condition– especially for boys and men of color– in an honest, searing, incisive way and it’s breathtaking.
The synopsis from Powell’s:  A “cheerfully engaging”* novel for anyone whos ever asked herself, “How did I get here?”

 Alice Love is twenty-nine, crazy about her husband, and pregnant with her first child.  So imagine Alices surprise when she comes to on the floor of a gym (a gym! She HATES the gym) and is whisked off to the hospital where she discovers the honeymoon is truly over — shes getting divorced, , she has three kids, and shes actually 39 years old. Alice must reconstruct the events of a lost decade, and find out whether its possible to reconstruct her life at the same time. She has to figure out why her sister hardly talks to her, and how is it that shes become one of those super skinny moms with really expensive clothes. Ultimately, Alice must discover whether forgetting is a blessing or a curse, and whether its possible to start over…
My thoughts:  One of my focus areas is on intentional living, making sure that the life you get is one you wanted to get and not having life happen to you so that you wake up, ten years later, and think, “How the hell did that happen?” And because empowering women to be intentional is such a part of my focus, this book had me in its first pages, when Alice wakes up with partial amnesia and cannot believe that the life she is living is her life because it is so different from what she (the 29 year old she that she thinks she still is) imagined for herself.  I also loved how this book so powerfully showed how little things can splinter, fractures build up, things change if we are not careful and deliberate.  It is a light, tender, and thoughtful read.
The synopsis from Powell’s: Ellen OFarrell is a professional hypnotherapist who works out of the eccentric beachfront home she inherited from her grandparents. Its a nice life, except for her tumultuous relationship history. Shes stoic about it, but at this point, Ellen wouldnt mind a lasting one. When she meets Patrick, shes optimistic. Hes attractive, single, employed, and best of all, he seems to like her back. Then comes that dreaded moment: He thinks they should have a talk.  Braced for the worst, Ellen is pleasantly surprised. It turns out that Patricks ex-girlfriend is stalking him. Ellen thinks,Actually, thats kind of interesting. She’s dating someone worth stalking. She’s intrigued by the woman’s motives. In fact, she’d even love to meet her.  Ellen doesn’t know it, but she already has.
My thoughts: Years ago, I taught a college seminar on Exploring the Creative Process.  One of the assignments I gave my students was an immersive experience where they had to fully take in the full catalog of an artist’s work.  The one requirement was that it had to be somebody whose work they really loved.  From there, they had to read every book they had ever written, listen to every album they had ever released, watch every movie they had ever directed, or look up every work of art they had ever painted.  I bring this up because I feel like I am going a bit immersive with Moriarty right now as I have two recommendations for you now and have her newest book, The Husband’s Secret, on my bedside table.  This book is a really great mix of intrigue and romance and it has a gorgeous passage in it about parenting.
The synopsis from Powell’s: Bernadette Fox is notorious. To her Microsoft-guru husband, she’s a fearlessly opinionated partner; to fellow private-school mothers in Seattle, she’s a disgrace; to design mavens, she’s a revolutionary architect, and to 15-year-old Bee, she is a best friend and, simply, Mom.  Then Bernadette disappears. It began when Bee aced her report card and claimed her promised reward: a family trip to Antarctica. But Bernadette’s intensifying allergy to Seattle — and people in general — has made her so agoraphobic that a virtual assistant in India now runs her most basic errands. A trip to the end of the earth is problematic.  To find her mother, Bee compiles email messages, official documents, secret correspondence — creating a compulsively readable and touching novel about misplaced genius and a mother and daughter’s role in an absurd world.
My thoughts: If you have talked to me at all about books this year, then you already know that I have insisted you read this book.  It is hysterical– laugh out loud funny which is such a feat for a writer.  Semple’s characters are colorful and her dialogue fabulous.  Moreover, I love how she uses unconventional tools like emails and more to tell the story.  It is a fast and furious read that will delight you.
The synopsis from Powell’s: When Kate, single mother and law firm partner, gets an urgent phone call summoning her to her daughter’s exclusive private school, she’s shocked. Amelia has been suspended for cheating, something that would be completely out of character for her over-achieving, well-behaved daughter.  Kate rushes to Grace Hall, but what she finds when she finally arrives is beyond comprehension.  Her daughter Amelia is dead.  Despondent over having been caught cheating, Amelia has jumped from the school’s roof in an act of impulsive suicide. At least that’s the story Grace Hall and the police tell Kate. In a state of shock and overcome by grief, Kate tries to come to grips with this life-shattering news. Then she gets an anonymous text:  Amelia didn’t jump.  The moment she sees that message, Kate knows in her heart it’s true. Clearly Amelia had secrets, and a life Kate knew nothing about. Wracked by guilt, Kate is determined to find out what those secrets were and who could have hated her daughter enough to kill. She searches through Amelia’s e-mails, texts, and Facebook updates, piecing together the last troubled days of her daughter’s life.Reconstructing Amelia is a stunning debut page-turner that brilliantly explores the secret world of teenagers, their clandestine first loves, hidden friendships, and the dangerous cruelty that can spill over into acts of terrible betrayal.
My thoughts:  This is a heart in your throat read, especially for parents.  But it is good and gripping and also uses alternative methods of storytelling to move the narrative forward.  Another fast and furious read as you try to figure out what exactly happened to Amelia.

The synopsis from Powell’s:  A sweeping story told in letters, spanning two continents and two world wars, Jessica Brockmole’s atmospheric debut novel captures the indelible ways that people fall in love, and celebrates the power of the written word to stir the heart.  March 1912: Twenty-four-year-old Elspeth Dunn, a published poet, has never seen the world beyond her home on Scotland’s remote Isle of Skye. So she is astonished when her first fan letter arrives, from a college student, David Graham, in far-away America. As the two strike up a correspondence — sharing their favorite books, wildest hopes, and deepest secrets — their exchanges blossom into friendship, and eventually into love. But as World War I engulfs Europe and David volunteers as an ambulance driver on the Western front, Elspeth can only wait for him on Skye, hoping he’ll survive.  June 1940: At the start of World War II, Elspeth’s daughter, Margaret, has fallen for a pilot in the Royal Air Force. Her mother warns her against seeking love in wartime, an admonition Margaret doesn’t understand. Then, after a bomb rocks Elspeth’s house, and letters that were hidden in a wall come raining down, Elspeth disappears. Only a single letter remains as a clue to Elspeth’s whereabouts. As Margaret sets out to discover where her mother has gone, she must also face the truth of what happened to her family long ago.

My thoughts:  I am a former high school history teacher so I have to be honest, I now typically shy away from any book that is historical in nature.  I got filled up on history early in my life.  Is that awful to say?  Well, it is my truth so it is what it is.  That said, this was a book that I had to read regardless of it going back in time and dealing with two periods in history that I read and studied A LOT in order to teach them.  A romantic book, these letters will make you ache in loss, recognition, and hope.  Really spellbinding.

Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell                                                                                                                                                                                                                   The synopsis from Powell’s:  “Eleanor & Park reminded me not just what its like to be young and in love with a girl, but also what its like to be young and in love with a book.” John Green, The New York Times Book Review

Bono met his wife in high school, Park says.

So did Jerry Lee Lewis, Eleanor answers.

I’m not kidding, he says.

You should be, she says, we’re 16.

What about Romeo and Juliet?

Shallow, confused, then dead.

I love you, Park says.

Wherefore art thou, Eleanor answers.

I’m not kidding, he says.

You should be.

Set over the course of one school year in 1986, this is the story of two star-crossed misfits — smart enough to know that first love almost never lasts, but brave and desperate enough to try. When Eleanor meets Park, you’ll remember your own first love — and just how hard it pulled you under

My thoughts:  This is such a nostalgic book for anyone who grew up in the 80s and, even better, it is nostalgic for anyone who had a teenage first love.  Oh, my heart reading this one.  I loved both Eleanor and Park so much and really related to their experiences of not quite fitting in until they found each other.  The storytelling in this is brilliant, and I love the perspective of each narrator.

The Rosie Project by Graeme Simsion  

The synopsis from Powell’s:  Don Tillman, professor of genetics, has never been on a second date. He is a man who can count all his friends on the fingers of one hand, whose lifelong difficulty with social rituals has convinced him that he is simply not wired for romance. So when an acquaintance informs him that he would make a “wonderful” husband, his first reaction is shock. Yet he must concede to the statistical probability that there is someone for everyone, and he embarks upon The Wife Project. In the orderly, evidence-based manner with which he approaches all things, Don sets out to find the perfect partner. She will be punctual and logical — most definitely not a barmaid, a smoker, a drinker, or a late-arriver.  Yet Rosie Jarman is all these things. She is also beguiling, fiery, intelligent — and on a quest of her own. She is looking for her biological father, a search that a certain DNA expert might be able to help her with. Don’s Wife Project takes a back burner to the Father Project and an unlikely relationship blooms, forcing the scientifically minded geneticist to confront the spontaneous whirlwind that is Rosie — and the realization that love is not always what looks good on paper.  The Rosie Project is a moving and hilarious novel for anyone who has ever tenaciously gone after life or love in the face of overwhelming challenges.

My thoughts:  This one reminded me so much of Where’d You Go, Bernadette.  Here, the quirky male character must face himself and his fears when life goes in a direction he didn’t expect.  Conditioned to maintain control, Tillman has to figure out what to do when things get a bit out of control.  It is funny and tender and you’ll find yourself rooting for everyone, even a philandering husband.

What have been your favorite reads this year?  Have you read any of these books?  What did you think of them?  

Breaking up with your frenemy

Recently, a friend who has been working on being kinder to herself and who has heard me blather on about things just being information and the like, emailed me with this question.  It is a question that I know so many women deal with- a question that I certainly dealt with in my own journey- and so I asked my friend for permission to share some of our conversation here.  She graciously agreed.  Here’s her first email to me:

I just can’t seem to quiet that voice of mine that says I’m only as good as my collective accomplishments, or jean size. Honestly, it’s exhausting to fight oneself all the time. It seems like the more I know about what I need to do, the more I resist. It’s that rebellious teenager in me, I guess. Self-sabotage is like that old frenemy that will. not. let. me. be.

I feel like I say a lot of things to myself, make pronouncements about how things are going to be different TODAY, but then the minute I say them, that voice starts snickering, tearing the resolution down. The one question that I have for you that might help me cross over from intention to action would be this….how do you talk to yourself — and not just talk but LISTEN — to yourself when that voice is just standing there, heckling you?

Before I could give a full answer, I asked a few follow-up questions.

Of what are you afraid?  What is the worst that could happen if you broke up with your frenemy?  Why do you think she stays around?  What role does she serve?

If you are battling with an internal frenemy who lingers even though you wish she would go, I encourage you to ask yourself these very questions, too.  Understanding our motivations and what role our internal negative voice serves in our life can play a powerful role in helping us realize what it will take, why we should, and how to move past it.

My friend wrote back with this insight:

The answers to your questions are:

– what if I do reach my potential and it’s not all that great after all? typical fear of failure, though just typing that makes me grouchy. Since I hit 40, I definitely have been blessed with more of the “who cares if I fail, at least I’m trying” juju, so that’s the right path. just need to stay on it more and not take setbacks so durned personally.

– I’d be without my typical defense mechanisms, too vulnerable

– she stays around because I listen to her, and she gets what she needs from me.

Ok, those answers were pretty revealing, and I may have answered my own question. It’s really hard to be at this middle part of one’s life, I suppose, and feel that urgency of … let’s get to it! Let’s start living into what we know we can do. But that frenemy voice that has been around all along doesn’t know what to do with the new game plan so she stays around harping like always. At least that’s how I’m starting to see it.

So many answers are also in your book… I know I will be able to do this, I just need to follow that advice you gave us to treat myself as well as I treat the friends I love

how much do you love Melissa McCarthy?

When I read her response, I couldn’t help but get excited for what she was learning.

You’ve got it.  

You have had your frenemy for a long time.  And, in some ways, she has been of service to you.  She has kept you “safe”, she tells you.  You need her to check you, she tells you.  And so, right now, she knows that you have seen a taste of the possibilities and she is freaking out.  Because you might very well break up with her.  And, if you do, where does that leave her?  In the ether, gone, abandoned.  

And so she is making a desperate effort to keep you.  She is on the street outside of your window with a boom box playing “In Your Eyes”.  She is talking non-stop.  She is slick and fast-talking and getting mean because she is so, so scared. And PS you have been with her for so long that it really is legitimately scary to leave her. You know what living with her is like.  You do not know what living without her is like.  So you hesitate.  

The psychology of that voice in our head is just like the psychology of that bad for us boyfriend that we just can’t quite let go of while we know that we should.  But what if he is the best we can do, we think? 

But here’s the thing.  He knows, actually, that you are the best he can do and that is why he is lashing out and desperate.  He knows how much better you can do.  But your moving forward is dependent on leaving him behind and hell no is he going to miss that bus.  So he tries and tries and tries.  And then you have to get a restraining order.  

Okay, I am only partially kidding there. 

It is time to get a figurative restraining order on your frenemy.   

I think the way to start is to tease yourself with what is possible, so you are compelled to move forward, even when it is hard, because you have seen a snapshot of the future and you cannot help but want to go there.  

Here are some possible tools: 

1.  Revisit your word for the year (or if you do not have a word for the year, select one).  Is it still the right word for you or has it either already given you what you needed or have you revealed other layers of your dreams and desires to realize that it needs fine tuning?  

Make sure your word of the year is just right so that when you need grounding, when the frenemy is frantic in your ear, you can say the word to yourself as a grounding reminder or ask yourself a question that reflects your word of the year (is this allowing me to be whole-hearted or am I in flow when I am thinking like this?).

 2.  When the frenemy freaks out on you, do not be disappointed in yourself.  Say something, in your mind, like, “Oh, it’s you again.  I am sorry that you are feeling scared.  Here is why you don’t have to feel scared. Explain to yourself why you don’t have to feel scared.  Get very, very reasonable with your frenemy so that you can see the juxtaposition between reason and fear.  I know it seems crazy to talk to the voice in your head (albeit it, in your head) but, hey, having a frenemy means a voice is already talking in your head.  Now, you are just inviting it to have a conversation instead of a bully pulpit.  Talk to it like you would your daughter or a dear friend. Engage your frenemy voice like that enough (even if you aren’t fully confident and don’t know if you are blowing smoke) and it will become a drag to show up.  It’ll start thinking, “she’s just going to put me in my place again.”  

3.  Write a personal and/or professional mission statement– depending on which place the voice is more likely to show up- and use it as a compass. You want a defining sentence that definitely states what you are about, what you are doing.  It can also serve as a touchstone like your word of the year and owning where you want to go is half the battle.  

4.  Are you journaling?  If I could make you answer these three questions daily, I would, as they build a good practice of shifting perspective: 

A.  For what three things am I grateful today? 

B.  What made me feel personally proud today?  You might be tempted to write something about your kids here like, “Susan got an A on her test.”  Don’t.  Of course you are proud of your kids.  Practice being proud of you.

C. What do I need right now more than anything else?  Then give yourself that thing. 

5.  Gather proof.  Expose yourself daily to some sort of positive thinking that mirrors how you want your thinking, behavior to be in the world.  It can be from people that you know but also come from blogs and books. Always have your nose in something that is illuminating a new way of being and thinking.  Exposure really does matter.  

Has your frenemy been hanging around?  How do you put her in check?  Can you see any of these solutions working for you?  What other solutions do you suggest?  Where do you gather proof?  Whose books or blogs positively impact your thinking?

What if your approach to life has actually made you live less?

Resisting change is futile. Wrong-headed.  

The opposite of the point of life.  

Life is a series of changes, and we must adapt to survive.

from a mid-1990s personal journal entry

Given that little taste of my collegiate journals, I imagine that it wouldn’t surprise you to learn that I was over-earnest and pensive in college.  But that pensiveness ended up being a fire-starter for me because it ultimately encouraged me to not just grow at that time of my life but to come to understand that it would always be not just important to grow but essential to my way of being in the world.

 Now when I look back at that journal entry, there’s just a little editing I want to do.

Embracing change and growth is necessary,

whole-heartedlly the point of life.  

Life is a series of changes, and we should adapt to thrive.  

Sometimes, we give a lot of lip service to the changes that we are making.  We talk and talk and talk about what we want, how we are open to growth but if we got really quiet and paid close attention (or asked our loved ones for their opinions on our growth), we would learn that we are just talking the talk and not walking the walk.

Talking about change really isn’t changing. Making the smallest step towards change is. And then adding one more step and another until suddenly a new habit or a new way of being is in front of you is actually not just changing, it is really truly living. It makes every day meaningful and expansive. It gives us a purpose, a sense of evolution, an intentional practice. And we are at our best when we are purposeful, practicing and evolving because it means we are in whole-heart; we intentionally show up; we are receptive to what life and others offer us because we believe we have more to gain, that others are in our lives for a reason, that someone else’s thoughts and ideas and wisdom can be just as vital to our development as our own, that we aren’t already fully formed with nowhere to go. And there is a realization that there is always somewhere to go.

When I talk about self-acceptance, for example, I am not talking about a final destination. I am talking about a way of being in the world. I am talking about a way to go through life.

Self-acceptance is a practice and not an end game. It allows you to give yourself grace when you wake up one morning with an eye swollen shut from pinkeye, your face puffed up from sinus infection swelling, and an angry rosacea outbreak. You look in the mirror and don’t love what you see but you also know that what you see IS NOT who you are. And so all you deal with is the information- oh, maybe I need to see a doctor about this or maybe I need to take the day off or whatever- and not the judgment. There’s nothing to judge here. You have some infections and inflammation going on. There are actions you can choose to take about them. And that’s it. Your worth doesn’t change. But did you not even notice the stuff because you are SOMG self-accepting? Maybe not. It’s just that when you practice self-acceptance, the information does what it is meant to- inform you. Not derail you.

When you embrace the concept that life is a series of changes, and we should adapt to thrive, the same thing is true. A friend comes to you and says she felt ignored when you kept interrupting her stories during supper club to tell your own, and you are not upended by it. You don’t tell yourself, “she’s being entirely too sensitive” and block yourself from learning from the situation. Nor do you just say, “I am the biggest bitch ever.”  Instead, you understand that this is an opportunity to learn more about yourself and to grow from it and so you examine the situation with grace and realize, oh, it has just been me and the kids for so much of the time lately that I am just aching for adult company and really did dominate that conversation or whatever the case may be.
Deciding to be observant of ourselves, to listen to what others have to teach us, to be open places a high value on our growth and evolution and is a vote of confidence in our self. It tells us that while what we have now is good- that we can enjoy life even more by taking it up a level.  And it acknowledges that we are capable of taking it up a level.
Sometimes we resist growth and change because we are scared of what it means. If there is room for us to grow, then we must be really flawed. And if we admit that, people will be on to us and that feels scary and what do we do with ourselves with all that truthiness?  But isn’t hiding from ourselves far scarier?  And isn’t just settling the scariest of all?
For me, the greatest liberation came when I realized that I didn’t have to be perfect.  That I didn’t have to know everything.  That I didn’t have to be infallible.  I have friends that I call to work through ideas and just the very ability to do that allows me to see even more possibilities then the ones that my brain can drum up all by itself.  In those moments, I am so glad that I was not too afraid to ask and that I had such a strong desire to know the way forward because it led me to a solution that I couldn’t have envisioned solo, telling myself that I had everything I needed already.

 Moreover, opening myself up to the possibility that I wasn’t meant to already be fully formed– that life- every day of life- is about forming you and so if you are still living, you should still be shaping yourself– has allowed me my greatest joys, my most infinite of possibilities, my best stuff.

If you could make yourself understand- deep down inside really understand- that you do not have to be perfect, that you do not have to have it all figured out, that life is a process and not a destination, what would become possible for you?

Imagine that possibility as just a beginning.  And get going.

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10 things I loved in December

At the end of each  month, I take stock of the previous month.  What went well?  What did I learn?  What brought me a simple joy?  These monthly reports are a way to encourage myself to take delight in the littlest of things.  I find that Ten Things I Loved allows me to always see the silver lining, even when there are hard moments in a month.  And taking joy in the simple things is paramount to how I want to live, making 10 things an invaluable tool for me.  Here’s this month’s simple pleasures.

Of note:  December is full of traditions that I just love, love, love and it would be so easy to go to old standbys and the traditional stuff so I tried to push myself a little bit to pick out new things from this month.

Things I/ We Did

1.  Special time with an international student from Ethiopia.  An Ethiopian friend of mine (who is a high school teacher there) let us know that one of her students was coming to college here and asked if we could meet up with her.  We did, and it has been a delight for all of us to get to know her.  One weekend in December we made a grand sweep and had Ethiopian food in Charlotte on Saturday night and then checked out the lights in McAdenville on Sunday night.  She’s a dear new friend that we look forward to enjoying over the next four years.

2.  Angel Tree.  While we always select an ornament from an angel tree and provide those gifts, this was the first year that Happy could really get it.  So we picked a 4 year old girl named Luz and Happy went shopping with me and picked out all her things.  I was worried that he’d ask for something for himself but he really seemed to get that our shopping trip was all about Luz.  He very much wanted to take Luz her gifts but I explained that we had to take the gifts to someone who would take the gifts to Luz.  When we got to the drop off location, Happy very earnestly told the man to get our gifts to Luz.  It was so dear.

3.  Christmas Eve Eve.  While I have all these dreams about Christmas Eve traditions, the reality is that we are so lucky to be able to celebrate the holidays with both of our families which means that Christmas Eve is actually spent with extended family and not available for immediate family traditions.  So what we did was make Christmas Eve Eve special.  This year’s special special, as Happy calls it, consisted of three darling glass Penguin ornaments (we opened them at dinner, and then each one of us hung one on the tree) and then 2 DVDs: Frosty the Snowman and Charlie Brown and a box of popcorn.  We popped corn, put on pjs, and climbed into our bed to watch our 2 shows (this was a huge special, special at our house because we don’t watch TV as a family- other than the news). Very fun night.  Not sure how Christmas Eve Eve will look next year but I like the new tradition.

4.  The nightly book countdown.  So, we honor all of our cultures at the holidays by celebrating Christmas, Three King’s Day (January 6), and Ethiopian Christmas (January 7).  As a fun countdown to each one of our special days this year, Happy had a holiday tree in his room that had a wrapped book under it to be unwrapped every night between December 1st and January 7th.  Some of the books were holiday themed and a lot of them were winter themed.  This could be a very expensive endeavor so I bought a lot of the books through Scholastic Book Club for $1.99 to make it manageable.  I am not sure how long this is a repeatable project but Happy was thrilled to choose a book and unwrap it every night and that was so fun for us.  It also gave us lots of fun new books.

5.  You are Special plate tradition.  We started our own You are Special Plate tradition on December 29th as a way to celebrate the 4th anniversary of our adoption court date (the date that our adoption was approved in Ethiopia).  I am so excited to use this plate to serve anyone of us who has had a special accomplishment in the years to come.  Want your own plate?  Here’s the Etsy artist I used.

 

Gifts and Goods 

6.  Minted notecards.  So one of the things on my 39 things to do before turning 40 list is writing 39 thank you notes to some of the lovely people in my life.  To prepare, I wanted to get some stationary and Minted.com had a good special going so I decided to try out their stationary.  I loved what I ordered and was really happy with the quality and their service.  Now, it’s time to get writing.

7.  Live in Love necklace charm.  My very favorite gift I gave this month was a birthday gift to a dear friend.  This Live in Love charm is adorable.

8.  Crown Smartphone Pouch. BF gave me this smartphone case for Christmas and I love it.  True confession:  Have you ever given someone a gift and then had to have it for yourself?  Well, that happened with this case.  One of my dear freinds and I got together to get our other dear friend the Live in Love charm.  We also got her a pouch similar to this one (you can find hers here) and after I saw hers, I had to ask for one (except I had enough decorum to suggest one that was a little bit different although she wouldn’t have cared).  I am loving this thing.

 

9.  A Dana LeBlanc Necklace.  Big, chunky, colorful necklace?  One of the my favorite things under the tree.

On the Plate 

10.  Edamame, Corn, Cranberry Salad.  Edamame.  Corn. Cranberries. What more is there to say?  Oh, sunflower seeds.

10 Things I Loved in November

At the end of each  month, I take stock of the previous month.  What went well?  What did I learn?  What brought me a simple joy?  These monthly reports are a way to encourage myself to take delight in the littlest of things.  I find that Ten Things I Loved allows me to always see the silver lining, even when there are hard moments in a month.  And taking joy in the simple things is paramount to how I want to live, making 10 things an invaluable tool for me.  Here’s this month’s simple pleasures.

Things I/ We Did

1.  Family Dance Parties I came across my iPod speakers and, well, now we have the volume for our tunes to inspire us to move like Jagger.  So we do.  A lot.  After dinner and before and during bath time.  Happy’s partial to Adele right now, especially Rumor Has It.   

2.  Renaissance Festival  The big event around here in the fall is the Renaissance Festival where people of all ages dress up like knights, maidens, and the like and put on a great show.  We saw a joust, ate fudge, rode human powered rides, and just had a good time at this quirky festival.  

3.  Celebrating Papito.  We have a lot of significant family birthdays in November (4 of our family members celebrate in November) and it is always a ball to celebrate our loved ones but perhaps the celebration that most touched my heart this year was my dad’s 75th birthday celebration.  We threw a quaint, surprise dinner party for him (and he and my mom were totally surprised which was awesome) and invited friends from back in the day.  It was so lovely to honor my dad with these people who had loved him for almost as long as my family has been in the United States.  It has been such a tough eight years for my dad from cancer to a coma (unrelated health crises), and it wasn’t lost on us how lucky we were to be able to celebrate.      

4.  Panthers Game     For my birthday, Happy, BF, and I headed to a Panthers game.  We went to the Play 60 Kids Combine on the practice field beforehand and then headed on over to the game.  You know how every single stadium section has a rowdy, mouthy, not so appropriate fan (or three) in it?  Well, that guy sat directly behind me.  I was getting a little bit worried about it and then Happy started REALLY paying attention to what this guy was screaming and wanting to echo him and I said something like, “Buddy, you can’t say what he says.”  I didn’t say it all that loud, I thought that I had murmured this in Happy’s ear, but the guy was suddenly so apologetic and embarrassed and totally just flipped his whole demeanor.  He started screaming Charlie Brown and Big Bird when he wanted to say something else and came up with a little system of when he and Happy could pound on the seats to celebrate.  It was cute and such a relief, and I was so, so thankful to him for switching his whole approach to the game.    

5.  Thanksgiving  We were fortunate to be able to celebrate Thanksgiving with both of our families.  In addition to good food, some good laughs were had. In fact, there were two different points where I had to lie down on the floor from laughing so hard because I was scared I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen.  

6.  Cutting our own Christmas Tree  We started cutting down our Christmas tree last year and it was loads of fun.  This year, we ventured even further away from the house and went up to the North Carolina mountains to get a Frasier Fir.  Happy picked out our tree, and she’s gorgeous and smells fabulous.  

On the Plate

7.  Sweet Potato Gruyere Turnovers.  Unbelievable.  We didn’t have the swiss chard so I used spinach, and it certainly didn’t hurt the outcome.  So, so good.  Make these STAT.

8.  Mexican White Bean Soup.  Navy beans, orange zest, and salsa verde sounded like a quirky combination.  Nope.  It’s culinary brilliance.

9.  Pumpkin Bread  I have been making pumpkin bread for just about everything and everyone.

Here’s my recipe:

3 cups sugar

1 cup canola oil

2 cups pumpkin

4 eggs

1 t cinnamon

1 t nutmeg

2/3 cup water

1 1/2 t salt

3 1/3 cup flour

2 t baking soda

(I hate raisins but you can totally put a 1/2 cup in there if you like ’em).

Mix all ingredients well with mixer and pour into lightly greased (I just use cooking spray) loaf pans (this recipe will make 3 normal size loaves and about 8 small loaves if you want to make this for gifts).  Only fill 2/3 of the way as it will rise significantly.  Bake at 350 for 50-60 minutes and use a toothpick in the middle to check for doneness.

For frosting (you can absolutely do it without frosting but if you want it to be more desserty, go for the frosting):

1 package cream cheese (I use low fat)

1/4 cup margarine/ butter (again, I use a low or no fat version like Smart Balance).

1 t vanilla

1 package (16 ounces) powdered sugar

Beat cream cheese, butter and vanilla.  Add sugar gradually.

On the Bookshelf

10.  The Last Letter From Your Lover by JoJo Moyes perhaps the love of her life.  A reporter in the 2000s is floundering in her career and love life.  The two stories intersect and that’s all I can tell you.
 
What did you love in November?  What’s on your list of simple or not so simple pleasures?

Ten Things I Loved in October

At the end of each  month, I take stock of the previous month.  What went well?  What did I learn?  What brought me a simple joy?  These monthly reports are a way to encourage myself to take delight in the littlest of things– like the surprising combination of chickpeas, broccoli rabe, ricotta, and lemon juice that you’ll see below.  I find that Ten Things I Loved allows me to always see the silver lining, even when there are hard moments in a month.  And taking joy in the simple things is paramount to how I want to live, making 10 things an invaluable tool for me.  Here’s this month’s simple pleasures.

Things I/ We Did

1.  Unbridled Authenticity.  We held the last Unbridled Authenticity for the year, and, just like the other three,  it was really grounding, inspiring, and moving.  UA combines horse work with self-awareness work, and each quarter’s workshop had a theme (and really yummy food).  This month’s theme was reflecting, and it was touching and telling to process both the day and the year.  There were also lemon cupcakes (with ROSE WATER!) and gingerbread cookies- made by two of our UA participants.  Happiness and good feelings all around.  An added bonus? I got to ride one of my favorite horses for the first time (though that’s not me or Clyde in this picture).  As I told Kris, my co-facilitator, it was like taking our horsemanship relationship to second base.

2.  aware: an everyday yoga experience.  Aware kicked off this month, and it was totally amazing.  We had a great first session filled with lots of truth-telling, intention-setting, vulnerability, and dreams.  We also had some incredible pumpkin oat balls and quinoa cranberry balls.  Here’s to amazing women, yummy food, and all of us just honestly trying to find our way.

3.   A perfect Saturday.   We had an accidentally perfect Saturday, and it totally rocked.  The only two things on the official agenda that day were to get Happy some new shoes and to go to the International Festival at the local college as we have a new, dear Ethiopian friend who is a student there and she was going to be manning the Ethiopia table.  We did those things (and our new friend can seriously cook some divine ET food) and then we happened outside and realized that there was a college football game going on so we stayed for that.  After a quick rest at home, we let Happy pick dinner and he chose a Japanese Hibachi restaurant because, as he explained, we had gone once when he was three but we hadn’t yet been there when he was four.  As it turns out, it is just as fun for  a four year old as it is for a three year old.

4.  Seeing My Person Get Married.  You know that friend that you just inexplicably click with from the very first moment you meet, and it is like you have known her your whole life?  It’s almost as if she already knew you?  I have a couple people like that in my life and one of those people, the one whom I affectionately call My Person and she calls me that back, got married.  It was beautiful and so absolutely her and her partner.  It was an honor to witness and humbling to be a reader at the service.  Some of the many things I love about my person are that she’s unconventional, an incisive thinker, has such a sense of justice, and is always real, right and true.  So, it came as no surprise that when we talked about what I might read, she asked for this passage from a movie that we had originally seen together (and, truth be told, Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo are two of my favorite artists and Diego makes an appearance in one of my poems)…

“To Diego and Frida” (Tina Modotti’s toast) from the movie Frida

I don’t believe in marriage. No, I really don’t. Let me be clear about that. I think at worst it’s a hostile political act, a way for small-minded men to keep women in the house and out of the way, wrapped up in the guise of tradition and conservative religious nonsense. At best, it’s a happy delusion – these two people who truly love each other and have no idea how truly miserable they’re about to make each other. But, but, when two people know that, and they decide with eyes wide open to face each other and get married anyway, then I don’t think it’s conservative or delusional. I think it’s radical and courageous and very romantic

Products/ Processes I Love 

5.   Organizing Templates.  Um, this post (which I found on Pinterest) kinda made my year.  I’m playing with a bunch of these templates now, seeing if any of them are a match for my life.  How fun is that?     

On the Plate

6.  Crispy Broccoli Rabe, Chickpeas, and Fresh Ricotta.  This Whole Living recipe is so, so good.  Put these ingredients on your grocery list now.  You won’t regret it.

7.  Minestrone.  This is a simple but delicious minestrone recipe we enjoyed this month.

On the Bookshelf

 What did you love in October?  What’s on your list of simple or not so simple pleasures?

You have to go pure.

I was recently talking to a dear friend who is at a different stage than I am- she’s very established in her career, a few years away from retirement, and her kids are just finishing college. In my mind, I have always imagined that that time in my life will be smaller.  And by smaller I mean that there will be significantly more of a time margin with very little effort required by me in creating that situation.  And, yet, what I know to be true for my friend is that her life is just as busy, just as vibrant as it was 20 years ago, except for in the ways that she has made the conscious choice for it not to be.  She has gloriously and powerfully found different ways to joyfully use her talents and skills in ways that resonated with her power and purpose and made her feel like she was paying rent for living on this planet, and she has followed those guidelines in creating her life each day.  The little bit of time margin, the sweet bit of breathing room that she has, didn’t happen to her .  She made it happen because she weeded out the stuff in her life that just didn’t out anything back into her energy bank.

You see, it doesn’t necessarily just get easier because of times or seasons in life.  You can’t just wait the busy-ness out and hope it goes away on its own, the whirlwind nature of your pace doesn’t slow down on its own volition.  You have to make something happen to it.

What I realized as I talked to my friend is that time and balance only get easier because you decide that you must make it so.  I don’t think life’s naturally just a cakewalk or that our idealistic vision of balance is really all that sustainable over time. I think what happens is that you create a situation where you have less resistance and so much more flow.  But to have less resistance and more flow, you have to go pure.

What, exactly, do I mean by going pure?  I don’t mean unprocessed- although you might find that less processed food in your life really makes your body happy and, ahem, allows for more flow.  I don’t mean that you have to go innocent; feel free to be as naughty- aw, get your head out the gutter- as you’d like.  What I mean by pure is that you have to go utterly and totally true for you.  You have to say no when something just isn’t a fit- even if you are fully capable of doing what you are being asked- and you have to only say yes or create that which makes your heart sing.  Go as pure as you can possibly go and a lot less if your life will feel like demands, like work, like inconveniences.  I know that as soon as I start to resent something for its difficult-ness that it is no longer pure for me.  Once something starts to feel like a crazy amount of work not because of the work itself but because of the resistance in me, I’ve got to bow out.  And, sometimes, it is not whole things that create the resistance but the details about a particular thing.  If that’s the case, I figure out if and when the details can be tweaked to create a more pure situation and work to make that happen, if it is indeed possible.  If it’s not, I go pure.

It’s not always easy, and I haven’t achieved a 100% pure life yet.  I don’t even know if 100% pure is even possible as there will always be dishes to wash, laundry to do, and other chores to attend.  But I know that going more pure is always possible and that by listening to myself, I create more flow in my life. And when I am in flow, I can give the world my best work. And, at the end of the day, that’s what I most want- to give the word my best gifts, unfiltered, and to receive the unfiltered gifts of every other person.  Do that and we heal the world.

How are you going pure in your life?