Junk Diary Chapter 1 The First 90 Days

Junk Diary Chapter 1 The First 90 Days.

Is That a Superwoman Cape or Just Toilet Paper Stuck to My Shoe?

My main intent for this blog is to make sure I’m always looking for the positive side of things and that I’m practicing the art of really living in the moment.  Noticing not just the obvious things, but the small and beautifully awesome things as well.

I feel like a long stretch of my life has been so stressful and seemingly full of one struggle or crisis after another, that I really need to just focus on breathing, experiencing, dreaming a little and learning how to recognize my inner voice again.

Have you ever noticed that the longer you operate in performance or survival mode the less you are able to hear your true inner voice?

I’m not saying I’m yoda material yet, I’m just saying I have good intentions and the desire to improve the quality of my life and I recognize some of the traps I’ve fallen into.

Part of coping with life’s every day challenges comes from the fight we have within us. The determination not to give in, not to lose, not to let our loved ones down. But we can tend to focus too narrowly in a couple of areas; getting through the current situation, doing damage control where ever possible and setting up new preventions and defenses to avoid going through it again.

With that kind of tunnel vision we can lose sight of ourselves or become disconnected from our own feelings, wants and needs.

We can fool ourselves for a very long time about what we are doing, the savior we are trying to be, the fears we may be trying to control or avoid or the ways we become martyrs serving everyone around us and neglecting ourselves. We want to believe we do what we do because we have to and because it’s the right thing and because people depend on us.

Often those things are true to an extent. Sometimes it does fall to us to act and protect and save. Caring for those we love is the right things to do. And…yes sometimes people depend on us. Sometimes too much. Sometimes for the wrong reasons. But the real disconnect comes when we fool ourselves into thinking that managing everything around us gives us more control over the rough spots in life.

Sailing the ship of resolute perseverance straight through an ocean of storms can be courageous, even when the choice wasn’t ours. Maybe even especially when the choice isn’t ours.

It can also carry a heavy price when you realize one day that while you were busy saving the ship and protecting all your loved ones, your spirit had been caught in the storm and pulled overboard. On the plus side of it, you develop fortitude, strength and adaptability when you weather a storm. You may also learn to trust or believe in yourself a bit more when you realize just how much you are really capable of handling. Still, I tend to believe that we thrive and experience joy and happiness or inner peace much more effectively when we are in touch with that inner spirit or inner voice that we often spend years ignoring and neglecting or even sacrificing.

Part of my approach to reconnecting with me the person, rather than me the performer, survivor, mother, daughter, sister, lover, friend, employer etc., is the search for awesome in unexpected places and simple moments .

Why?

Because it confirms for me that it’s all a big beautiful mystery and that there is order even in the chaos and that the picture is so much larger than we are, so much deeper, and so much more vast. Some people feel overwhelmed or insignificant when they think about that. But I just feel awe and for some reason awe is one emotion that has always inspired and motivated me. It propels me forward.

Another part of my approach is making a deliberate decision to try to broaden my focus. Previously I was too focused on getting it right, keeping things in perfect order, managing the risks and anticipating everyone’s needs, to be aware of anything other than whatever challenge or crisis I was determined to eradicate . I think of this as the superwoman complex. The deep often subliminal belief that we must be able to manage all things at once or we somehow fall short. I try harder now to take a break from slaying the dragon and look for the positive or the lesson . I’m also trying to learn how to let go of control and shut off the adrenaline spigot that has flooded my body and brain during so many years of functioning, overcoming and pushing through. Adrenaline can be a good thing. It can also literally poison your body and dis-ease begins to solidify into disease and ailment.

Last but not least, if I’m to hear my inner voice and learn to recognize my true self again, that restless rebel spirit that has been caged behind bars constructed of concepts like;      must,      should,

have to,       supposed to,

                                  survival,                      winning,

approval,            expectations,            necessity,     practicality,

                                    responsibility,             obligation, 

stereotypes,            and             self-esteem ..

then I have to learn how to take off the superhero cape and learn to be vulnerable.              This by far is the hardest thing for me to do.

Being a super hero in a human body is a lonely job. The risk of failure becomes dark and looming when after saving the day or pulling off a miracle yet again, people begin to assume that you’re invincible. A rock. Dependable and indestructible. The perfect person to turn to and rely on. The one who has it all together.

How does a hero refuse a call for help? What kind of hero would he or she be?   And how does a hero admit weakness?  I mean really, who wants to see Superman cry? Who expects Batman to cower in a closet and refuse to face the joker? How many fans does the superstar have at that moment  he bobbles the ball and loses the world series?  Messed up as it may be, we don’t like to think about weakness from the people we rely on or look up to or even the ones we love.   Weakness is uncomfortable when we hear it coming from another person.  Finding the right words is hard, we’d rather look away or offer platitudes.   Empathy can be difficult because it requires that we imagine what the experience or feelings of another person are like and that can be uncomfortable.    Knowing all of this,  how , when we find ourselves trying to be a hero for the people we love, trying to be a beacon of light and hope, do we dare to show our weakness?

There are heroes of all sorts and I’m sure their circumstances vary but for me the hero archetype is the same basic story where ever you go. It starts with an everyday average Joe who finds their self in the middle of a difficult situation or crisis or challenge and is somehow transformed into something that can beat the monster. They rarely ever really planned on it, rarely ever believed it could happen to them, scarcely believed they would win, but they did and each time it got a little easier to do and a little harder to say no and each time they felt a letter stronger and more capable. Eventually they come to believe it’s their purpose, their calling, and their obligation.  Or just their lot in life.   And then with time they begin to also understand the price they’ve paid. The isolation that trying to manage things and never fail brings with it.  And there they are,  caught in the middle.  Wanting to love and protect others, wanting to prevent anything bad from happening, wanting to always come through and feeling the tremendous weight of it all.

It’s a difficult web to untangle.    Sometimes people have become so accustomed to letting you be the manager that they try to find ways to try to keep you there.   Sometimes people are so accustomed to seeing you as strong and competent that they get uncomfortable when they see you vulnerable for the first time.   And sometimes we have disciplined ourselves so well that it feels strange to listen to our hearts or to choose play over responsibility or to allow ourselves to feel and act on child like wonder instead of practical and logical planning.

Between you and me,  I’m stumbling quite a bit as I make my way toward that inner me that has waited so patiently to be set free again.   I’d like to think I’m all about this spontaneous new me!   That I’m an old gypsy in my soul and I’ll travel where ever my passion leads me and dance in the moonlight with abandon!  I am totally digging the path of awe and wonder and freedom from that damn superwoman cape….. and I’m beginning to hear myself again,  starting to feel the stirring of excitement and sense of adventure.   I’m being kinder to myself, giving myself more space and more forgiveness.  But it’s not always easy and sometimes I could swear I am still dragging that cape behind me.     Kind of like exiting the ladies room with a long strip of toilet paper stuck to my shoe……

 

 

Why Peeing Near a Cornfield Might Be Good For Your Health

When is the last time someone invited you to pee in a cornfield?   Yesterday?  Last month?    Probably much too long ago, says I.

But wait,  let me go back to the beginning….

Recently I allowed myself an entire week off work.    Ok, admittedly, I caved when Friday rolled around.  I knew  my email would be overflowing, so  I went to the office to spend 3 hours cleaning it up in preparation for the coming week.   Now,   I say allowed myself an entire week off because that is literally true.   I allowed it.   Usually I don’t.    My daughter’s condition and other medical and family responsibilities often require me to miss work for conferences, medical appointments, consultations.    It causes me a great deal of guilty stress, feeling that my flexible schedule somehow represents a failure to apply myself properly to my career.    I think a lot of working moms or dads in similar situations will understand what I mean by that.    Torn between two worlds and two demanding sets of responsibilities.

In the company I work for,  your birthday is given as an extra annual holiday.    Which is a super cool thing for our corporate office to provide us with.    Since my birthday was last week and since I also had to be away from the office a second day for parenting obligations I convinced myself that the world would not stop if I added three more days and provided myself with some serious quiet and relax time.  After all,  I have 6 weeks coming and typically only use 2 weeks at most, scattered through out the year with a week between Christmas and New Year.    This was something I was  desperately needing.

I didn’t go anywhere overly special during my vacation or do anything exceptionally exciting.  I enjoyed a mostly low key day trip with family during my first weekend off,  and had a wonderful day shopping for back to school items with my mother and my daughter on my birthday.  I took a solitary road trip to test out my new camera.  Other than those events my time off of work was spent largely around the house doing chores,  attending school open house,  visiting the doctor, paying my bills.  The sort of business that usually ends in…UGH.    Definitely not what you typically think of when you day dream about a longed for vacation.

  One thing that especially sticks with me from my time off is the pure joy of being boss of your own time!  Holy freedom and flexibility Batman,   there is nothing quite as satisfying as having control of your own time and decisions.    My position as a senior manager of 90+ employees may give the impression that I’m already my own boss.  But that would be a little bit of an illusion.      I’ll admit that my corporate office is typically hands off when it comes to micromanaging and I rarely hear from them.   Still, there are other forms of control that are just as burdensome as working to someone else’s pressing agenda.  Things like full responsibility for profitability,   legal compliance, worker safety,   and providing enough leadership to keep the organization on track. 

   I have been blessed with a team that by and large always comes through for me.    They are mostly self- directed.  They know their jobs, they understand what needs to be done and when push comes to shove or when impossible deadlines are imposed on us, they rise to the challenge.    I am routinely amazed.   It never seems to lose it’s affect for me and that makes me ever the more grateful for what they do.  

   Of course the other side of the coin is that any time people gather with the intent of accomplishing one objective,  there will be anything but one direct path toward reaching it.    Inevitably as much as they awe me, they can also thoroughly exhaust me.     It still surprises me how easily coworkers will throw one another under a bus, or how freely they will spread gossip.   How unabashedly they will file a complaint against a team member they have worked closely with for years.  How much exaggerated indignation they display when the train travels the other direction on the track.  How guiltlessly they will take credit for work they didn’t do or knowledge they don’t have.  In general, just how much DRAMA people can create.    

  However hard I work to make my visions clear and my objectives easily understood there will always be at least one in the crowd  questioning my intentions,  absolutely convinced that my sole objective as manager is to take advantage of the working guy.    That it’s all part of a conspiracy to hold them down.   That I probably receive these orders from President Obama directly.   There is always at least one who unexposed to the workings and regulations of administration, will  question whether I really do any work at all or whether I’m even qualified to assert my direction on them.   Some who will complain that I assert too much direction.  Others who will complain that I don’t assert enough.   

  I’m sure you understand my point; being manager doesn’t exactly mean you have control of your own time.  That’s to be expected and I’m lucky that the greater majority of my team is truly nothing short of exceptional!  Never the less, words fall short when trying to express how truly satisfying being boss of my own time feels.  

   This is where my next revelation came to the surface.   Not only was it nice to have control over my time…but even the tasks I don’t normally like, seemed  somehow.. better.   You would think that doing laundry on your vacation day would feel like an imposition.   Normally it feels like a chore that’s just shy of being of a pain in the a**.   Just one more thing I’m trying to cram into a day  that requires me to suck up a bit more energy. Something to rush through and feel relieved when finished.     Yet,  I didn’t experience those feelings last week.   Perhaps it’s because I could choose when I wanted to tackle the laundry and when I didn’t.  I could choose to start it, leave it unfinished and then return to it or to do it all at once or spread it out over the week. 

I fully enjoyed the fresh scent of laundry taken directly out of the wash and the feel of warm towels pulled from the dryer.   With each load I felt less of the normal agitated relief and more a sense of satisfied, maybe even purposeful, accomplishment.  

 I was at one with my laundry.    I know, it sounds crazy.  Right?  But it was ZEN like….

Guess what?  Laundry wasn’t the only thing going right for me.    Typically I make the beds 99% of the time before leaving for work in the morning.    Mostly that’s because I’m OCD and also I’m pretty certain that house elves enter my home at random during the day and the mean little pips will report me to a higher housekeeping authority if I’m not in compliance.     While I might be in compliance, at least on most days,  it’s typically a helter skelter flipping of the covers over the mattress and tossing the pillows, hopefully, somewhere near the head of the bed just before running out the door.   

   Ah,  but not last week! 

  Last week bed making was no longer a mandatory chore I barely had time for.  No sir, it was an out and out art form!   Covers were straightened, balanced on each side, smoothed to perfection, pillows were fluffed and spaced evenly with decorative pillows landing in a deceptfully  precise method of carefree styled randomness.    I wasn’t rushing out the door…I was sauntering across the room, throwing open the blinds for sunshine and lifting the sash to feel the cool morning breeze.    I was leaning against the dresser, taking in the entire room, noticing the play of light on the bedspread, smiling at the cat who made haste to undo my finished creation and lay claim to her preferred napping location.   I was running my hand across the top of the bed as I walked by and coming back with oil infused linen spray,  which I made myself, and placing my seal of perfection on the scene before casually moving to the next task.    Whatever that might be….  I would decide later,     perhaps after another cup of coffee.

This is what freedom with your own time does for you.   It CHANGES you.  It slows you down.  It lets you see.  Hear.    Feel.   Appreciate things just a little bit more!

It has taught me things like:

Getting up in the morning doesn’t have to feel like a chore.   Not when the absolute bliss of savoring a cup a maple walnut coffee on the patio lays ahead of you.

Reading a book and getting lost in a book are two very different things.   Carving out time to fit in some reading is essential for me.  But it doesn’t compare to the kind of reading that allows you to fully connect with the characters.   To do the detailed work of creating the scene before you.    Of creating an alternate world to step into.

  Fresh asparagus and a newly picked tomato from the garden can rival any gourmet meal when you eat when and what you want and you don’t have to cook.

There is a difference between a shower,   and a long lazy retreat under steamy hot water, followed by crisp cool refreshing spray.

My hair looks a hell of a lot better when I have the time to let it dry naturally

Silence can truly be golden.   It can be comforting, relaxing and make a moment feel full where others might sense it to be empty.

The joyful expression of a special needs child when the waiter places a plate of meatballs on the table before them….. is nothing short of priceless.

Strangers notice when you are at peace.

Smiling more is good for the spirit.

When you lose all the chatter in the world.   All the voices and demands that consume your life.   All the negativity,  sarcasm, complaints that people tend to heap on you… you begin to really hear your own thought.

For quite a while now I have been asking myself the question and pondering the sad reality that I might be depressed.    That perhaps I have allowed myself to be defeated by the stress and trials of life.   That perhaps I have even become jaded and skeptical.    I am delighted to report, that when left to my own devices,  allowed to enjoy moments on my own terms without any other opinions, needs or responsibilities superimposed on my thoughts,  I am an abundantly optimistic person!!!   I still find joy in the simplest things.  I can still laugh out loud even if I’m alone in a room.  I can still day dream.   I can still hum a tune without needing to censor myself.    I can appreciate a cold drink of water and a soft breeze, the sound of birds, the movement of trees, and the color and smell of grass.

I can go an entire day without letting a worry interrupt me,  or a negative thought possess me.

I have learned that childhood summer days still exist.   You know how a day can seem to drag on forever when you’re at the office and thinking of everything else you need to do?  You know how a day seems to slip away in the blink of an eye when you have a day off?   Now remember when you were a child.  When summers seemed to stretch on forever.  When a day was full.   From sun up to sun down you had a hundred adventures and you were saturated by living at the end of the day when you slid under the crisp cotton sheets?   Those days still exist.    Days when time continues to flow but it flows like a lazy river, twisting and turning along the way.

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I learned that a two and half hour solitary road trip is anything but lonely.  Especially when your mind if preoccupied with seeing.   Really looking and really seeing.

I learned that you can pee by a cornfield at the edge of a nearly forgotten cemetery with no one but a deer present.    Hmmmmm,  well, perhaps that’s  a little TMI!   But I don’t care.  Because on that day, for that time, I was more free than I have felt in a decade.    There was no one there to make fun of me or shake their head in disapproval.   In that kind of state of free happiness social graces simply don’t apply!   And in my defense I had a handy supply of Kleenex and a fast food bag and so that you know,   I absolutely did not leave litter in that tranquil place I was so blessed to visit.  🙂

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That is why I  ask….when was the last time you were invited to pee near a cornfield?  Because if you haven’t tried it lately, I highly recommend it!

Finding opportunities to be boss of our own time and our own thoughts is a hard thing to do.   But one we must absolutely try for.   It may be a long, long time before I see another week like that and admittedly just 2 days into my week back in the world of reality, deadlines, demands, and schedules I find myself struggling not to fall back into the depths of robotic functioning and rushed experiences.    Those feelings of optimism and simple  pleasures are ones I will strive to hold on to when I find myself being worn down by life.

Perhaps these are not things I actually learned on my private staycation so much as they are things I have remembered.   Knowledge inside of me that I have let myself forget and that I will hopefully remember for a long time to come!!

 

A movie trailer for awe.. find some awe in your life today

A movie trailer for awe.

I am a big fan of Ted talks! There never seems to be a shortage of facinating, inspiring, mind opening material. IF you haven’t checked it out try Ted.com and see if you don’t find something that fits your interests as well. This is one I recently ran across and enjoyed.

The subject of awe being one of my most recent interests. The search for awe everywhere being my focus this year. What perfect timing to find this now..

ENJOY 🙂

Sing When Your Spirit Says Sing

This song was playing on my daughter’s Raffi tape this morning and all I can say folks, is there is a whole lot of wisdom in this silly song! So sing when your spirit says sing…..

 

🙂

The Tao of Pinterest

  Who would have ever thought of Pinterest as a pathway to healing or growth?  I would have never guessed but that’s exactly the tool I’ve discovered in Pinterest. Crazy at it sounds.  

Once upon a time I thought Pinterest was a site where mostly women visited and shared knitting projects and recipes.    Of course, some do.   But there is also so much more.  Still,  it doesn’t amount to much more than a giant social bulletin board for sharing and advertising.    So what did I find there that was of such value to me?

Let me ask you a few questions first.   Though they may seem completely unrelated.   How much of yourself do give away every day?   How many parts of yourself do you adapt or alter or conform for all the various roles you play or people you strive to please in your life?   The initial answer may be a resounding  NONE, I am my own person!   But if you look a little closer you might find that like me,  you actually do these things quite often.    We play dozens of rolls every day.   Employee, boss, friend, lover, husband, wife, son or daughter, friend, neighbor, activist, healer, parent, advocate…. and this only touches on the different roles we all fill.    You may believe that you are completely authentic and true to yourself but the reality is that different roles require different parts of us, different approaches.  

No matter how hard we may try to remain true to who we believe we are,  it is easy to lose sight of our true north.    When life demands practicality and survival, it is easy to set aside our dreamer in favor of something more secure.  When the people in our lives turn to us frequently and want us to fulfill their needs it is easy to lose sight of our own needs.   Parents coach their children to be responsible and push them to be successful and in the process they can lead them into choices that look sound and wise but feel oddly off course.   Maybe our careers require sacrifices and at times require that we modify ourselves to earn the promotion or to get along with difficult co-workers.

This is exactly where I found myself.  In the middle of my life,  stable, successful, plugging along just fine and then realizing that a few parts of me had come up missing.   I don’t know where or when I lost them.  But bit by bit it became harder and harder to distinguish between my true north and all of the roles I was so successfully filling.  I was doing everything I was supposed to be doing.   So why did it feel like I had forgotten something very important about myself?   Why do I define myself by all the things I am?  An employer,   a daughter,  a mother, an advocate for my special needs child, a lover,  a friend.   All incredible parts of my life!   No question about it.  Yet is that WHO I am?  

  Even though it is a recent discovery for me (within the past two months) I have no clear recollection of how I came to Pinterest.   Perhaps a friend posted something I read on Facebook and clicked on.   However it happened I found myself there at the perfect time.   

Every year I share New Years Intentions with a long time friend of mine.  Shout out to Wisconsin!!   We call them intentions instead of resolutions.   Maybe because we seldom fulfill them all or maybe because resolutions is just too firm of word when you are trying to wiggle out of them later in the year 🙂   At any rate, this list of good intentions amounts to things we want to pull into our lives,  new things we want to try, goals we’d like to accomplish and on my list had included an intention to start a vision board.    I thought that a vision board might be a creative and relatively easy way to start piecing together what I was missing.   If I was missing anything at all. 

I could collect and add pictures, quotes, or other snippets that inspired me.   The kind of house I’d love to live in, the places I’d love to travel to, the books that I wanted to read, the projects I’d like to try, so on and so forth and at the end of the year I would stand back and take a good hard look at what the board was telling me.    Am I headed in the wrong direction?   Am I ignoring some vital areas of my life?  I would look at the board and it would be like a road sign pointed north.     A direction to follow.  

Enter Pinterest!  Wow.   In one place I can create as many dang vision boards as I want.  I can search thousands, millions, of photos for inspiration or I can post anything from anywhere on the big wide web!   It’s AWESOME and it’s been very enlightening for me.  

I’m not saying that in a few weeks of pinning that I have figured out all of life.   But I am starting to piece together a more complete picture of who I am and the things I want to experience in life.    The challenge was not to repin in excess.    I can only pin those things that resonate inside me,  that really truly fit.  They have to feel like they have purpose, feel natural or feel inspiring to me.  That’s when I know to repin.    All other things of interest I either pass by or hit the like button but I don’t add them to one of my boards.  

For example,  I love Victorian homes.   I find them charming and I enjoy looking at them.  I might even say something like “can you imagine living in this cool old house.  Wouldn’t that be incredible?!”   But,  when I really evaluate it I don’t want to live in a giant Victorian house.   It’s not ME.   There are parts of that lifestyle that appeal to me but many more that do not fit.  

What is my goal?    INSPIRATION!     And maybe awe.     Perhaps focus.   As well as the beginnings of  a map.    I’d say the goal is learning to hear that inner voice again.    Living life as art again.    Learning I’m more than the sum of all the things I am and I do and that here in the middle of my life it is ok to dream for me as much as I give for others.  That perhaps I can give even more when I remember the off beat dreamer, artist, life lover in me that  I have forgotten to nurture along the way.  

Here are just a few of my pins.   I have 14 boards and I am just getting started!

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From live where you can dream

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From inspiring business

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From places that awe me:  

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I’m curious how many are using Pinterest and what they are using it for… drop me a note via leave a comment.   Would love to hear from you!!

1Curiously Inspired and HAPPY to meet you!

Welcome! Come on in, put your feet up, make yourself at home.

This blog space is my own personal corner of the universe and guests are always welcomed. It’s a space that draws it’s life from the everyday reality I live in. For example the slightly distressed but solid oak desk I’m setting at. The bookshelves I love dearly standing at attention behind me, holding treasures that wait for my frequent visits. Or, even the steaming cup of Maple Walnut Coffee setting in front of me. The events I witness or participate in, the news that causes me to stop and think or shake my head in wonder.

It’s also a space that draws it’s life from the imaginary spaces within me. All the dreams and visions, questions and oddly quirky thoughts that rattle around in this vastly wide (notice I don’t say empty) space called my mind.

Here my two worlds, both tangible and intangible, converge and form the ever changing landscape of my world. My office/library one moment, maybe a far off land the next. Raging curiosity today and perhaps a passionate rant tomorrow. I never know what the weather here will be or where the journey will take me. I never stop thinking. It seems I never stop searching.

To tell the truth, I have no idea how far this “space” might expand or contract. In fact, I have no idea if I will be back tomorrow or the next day or…well, ever. Between you and me, I’m not always as disciplined as I like to think I am. Just don’t tell anyone I said that.

But, it’s true. I admit it. I’m an obsessive compulsive with an equal dose of procrastinater. How’s that for your initial indicator of my potential weirdness? lol Still, I realize that blogging can take a certain degree of discipline so I’m here to tell you I am certain to be a random blogger. Oh yes, discipline will be attempted but don’t be surprised if random wins out 🙂

Never the less, there always seems to be something zigging and zagging around in the vault, with even more stuff popping up everyday. Which to me, is a perfectly good reason for blogging. Right? What better solution to your endless mind traffic than to create a parking space for some of it?

So, the first order of business was naming the blog. I didn’t want this important task of naming the blog to become overwhelming or intimidating. I wanted it to reflect who I am. I didn’t want it to be too formal or too sterile or too cute or too… well, you get the picture. I just wanted it to feel natural. I didn’t want a theme or a purpose though I realize that the bloggers who have the huge followings, generally accomplish those things.

I knew only a couple of things when I made the decision to start this new blog. (I’ve blogged a time or two before, only with more private subject matter. I guess you could say more journaling than blogging) This time I knew that I wanted a place to connect and share. A place to talk about things that interest or amuse me. Someplace to share what inspires me and someplace to ask questions and get feedback.

I’m curious, I’m looking for inspiration and connection. Curiously Inspired seemed like a logical choice. But only after I ruled out a couple of other pretty catchy names…

Normal is Over Rated.
I’d Rather Be Interesting.
My Big Girl Panties and All.
Lace Panties and Beer Nuts.
Holy Underwear and Other Inspirational Nonsense.
Nutty Buddy.

Ok, you can begin to see why none of these made the cut..lol

So, now I have done it! Signed Up, chosen a name, filled in the About Me page, AND…..posted my first post. It’s official, I have started the blog. What follows is unknown.

Now, since this first post didn’t really accomplish anything other than to welcome you and hope you might drop in again, I’d like to leave you with a YouTube video that I’ve recently enjoyed…

The only thing I can add would be these words….
Please just do it! It changes the world, it changes you. It’s the right thing to do. The smallest gestures matter.

Woooohooooo!! Have a great week!

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Life is beautiful. And there is so much to be grateful for.

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This site is about everything from my philosophy on life to the little things that make me laugh. IIt is about living, and breathing, and pausing long enough to take it all in. I hope it makes you laugh, sometimes makes you cry, but always makes you want to come back for another visit. It is your words, and your likes that inspire me to keep writing. And it is through my writing that you have a very large window to my soul. Relax awhile, read, and enjoy!

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