I just love weekends. I think I appreciate them even more the older I get. Maybe it’s not age related, but I find that I am starting to use them to do things I enjoy rather than just recover from the work week.
This weekend it’s been more decluttering — Marie Kondo style. I’m not following her process to the letter, but I have to tell you, there truly is something zen-like in folding clothes they way that she does. It has changed my attitude toward doing laundry. The slow, methodical, tactile process is very soothing, and provides a present moment space. I highly recommend it.
As for other tasks this weekend, I am loathe to admit just how much a creature of habit I am. At least twice a year I re-arrange my study. It forces me to go through things that have piled up and it’s a fresh perspective. Being somewhat geeky, we have Visio layouts of the rooms in our home and our furniture to pre-plan. I had a rough idea of the layout I wanted. As I flipped through the last few layouts, I realized I was about to move to the layout I had created the same time last year. **shrug** If it works it works, right?
Weekends are also my time for meal planning. I’ve gotten on a roasted veggie kick lately. This week I’m going to make another roasted squash/sweet potato bisque. It turned out really well last time. It’s probably more carbs than the ideal meal, but Mmmm-MMMM is it a wonderful wintertime comfort food! I’ll try to take some pics to share if it turns out good. (It will.)
We watched Groundhog Day this evening – J5’s first time through it. It’s another one that has been added to our family holiday movie list (in addition to Die Hard on Christmas). That movie is now 26 years old. Crazy.
Tomorrow is supposed to be a balmy 45°F. A 70-degree change in less than a week. I pray this not a harbinger of things to come.
So, I had a phone job interview today. It felt pretty good. I have a couple of irons in the fire and I am spending my time taking seminars and self-study courses. I am also resting. I feel like I might have a mild case of PTSD. I have some down time to catch up on. 2018 was a hard year. It was hard on my body and my spirit.
I listened to a podcast that inspired me. It flipped some switches and got some gears turning. I love when that happens. I see more change in my near future. In a good way this time. It’s time. I’m stepping into my own shoes and they seem to fit. Let’s see what happens when I start to walk in them.
My dog has been drooling and barfing this evening. Not all that interesting blog info, but it’s part of what’s going on with me and so here I share.
Well, I’m still here! Maybe it’s not the most outlandish of statements, but I’m pretty happy about it. 🙂 2018 has ended. The new year begins. Kinda dreary so far this morning, but peaceful. Curled up in my favorite spot on our living room couch. Still nursing a cup of coffee and doing some Coggle mind mapping.
2018 required a lot of centering, grounding, being present in the moment. I focused a lot on deep breathing and combating my anxiety. There were a lot of challenges this past year, and I am grateful for what it did in terms of causing me to re-evaluate my motives and intentions.
Last year, for my participation in the OneWord365 challenge, I selected #present. This year I have selected #do. It is a continuation of last years focus on being in the present, but moving from a focus on breathing and attention, to action.
I have a few things that are at the top of my list of things to be done. None of them are likely to be exceptionally exciting to anyone but me. But the idea of tackling the backlog of “someday” items and either doing them or discarding them is rather hopeful, and, I think, a great way to start 2019.
I had created a bucket list a while back. I will be parsing out a 2019 Bucket List for the #do-ing.
Stay tuned, or even better – let me know in the comments if you have plans (big or small) for the next year.
Quick “catch up” post. Work is occupying most of my non eating/sleeping time. I did start some Experiments with my life which I’m finding interesting. I decided to start testing out things that are reputed to help people live better lives. For a set time period, I’m giving stuff a try and posting my results and thoughts along the way.
My current “In Process” experiments involve sleep and walking outside. Quick access to the list via the menu above: About Me > The Experiments.
There is so much crazy wrong in our country right now, but at the person-to-person level, we still have the power to make things better. I can start with myself, and move outward. I can bring presence to my surroundings, and hopefully help others to be here now too. We can make a difference.
This morning I got my usual morning news headline summary. As I scrolled, each headline screamed with needy drama.
Today’s most aggravating headline: “Six Days Later, Joe Biden calls out Harvey Weinstein.”
My issue is not with the content of the Harvey Weinstein drama. It’s with what they are not subtly inferring about Biden.
They are shaming the man for taking his time. Less than one week. Should it really be suspect to take time to process information and then respond? Do we really need to immediately bellow raw emotion via every conceivable channel?
It feels like we are losing the ability to process information. And I think that’s probably true. I don’t think our brains were designed to healthfully process the sheer volume of information we are now exposed to – like needing a sip of water from a fire hose.
It used to be that we had to seek out information, now we are effectively drowning in it. The red-alert mode is always on. Every discussion turns into a battle. Fight or flight mode triggered continuously. It’s no wonder there’s a movement to unplug, slow down, and just be in THIS moment. Sanity can be restored, but now we have to do it ourselves.
How do we create space for ourselves to live a life that’s not always at DEFCON 1?
This CNN headline is so fucked up: “News Alert: Inside the Las Vegas massacre” – WHY WHY WHY do we need to live others’ horror as a form of entertainment? It’s an article where someone tells one victim’s experience line by line. And we eat it up.
I just watched the first episode of the new season of NCIS and I was horrified. They basically depicted one of the main characters being waterboarded in real time. I have never been so disgusted. I think my summer of British drama has really changed my perspective of good storytelling. American TV is just fucking brutal, gory, and lacks nuance. Fuck.
by David Valdes Greenwood Why this book?
The author is a friend of a friend, and I saw a FB post that made me want to read. I was super excited to dig in when it came. It did take me quite a while to read it. I fell out of my “reading mode” while mid-book and that did make it hard to finish. Overall, it was pretty good. Not sure I will continue with the series though.
Writing Style: 8
Busy Life Scale: 5
Not particularly. In fact I had to re-read a couple of chapters because I’d lose the flow of the scene. I don’t expect snackability with good fiction.
No, and this really pissed me off. I wanted to keep reading the series, but won’t try right away if at all. Character attachment is huge for me, and if the loss of a character is too painful, I’m out.
It was an interesting plot with the mysterious books and the dreams linking the characters together. I was quickly interested in following them through the adventure. I really did care about the protagonists. That’s a win.
The thing that made it not a “Lundie ending” of course, but no spoilers. In general though, there was a background thread of condemnation of their choices that I picked up throughout. Of course revenge is bad, but I wasn’t sure where the good/bad lines were supposed to be drawn. The wrap up at the end left me confused.
In some cases that could push me to buy the next book and keep moving forward, but that wasn’t the case here.
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