I don’t believe it’s a good thing to focus on regrets. I do have a couple, of course.
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Breathe in the face of anxiety
Last week, a group of Tibetan monks were creating a mandala in a Tibetan store down the street from where I work. I was at part of the opening ceremony and then dropped in the next day to see the progress that had been made on it. Just a little background, I love this store anyway. Like entering another world, it has a wonderful environment and is full of good energy. When I get frustrated at work, it’s a good place to play some singing bowls and get away from homeless addicts for a few minutes. I love it there. And last week, it got even better. Continue reading “Breathe in the face of anxiety”
Bubble, Check, News
With the help of the WP blog, I found several new prompt events in which to take part, and in the past 20 minutes, I wrote this, my first submission to the three words a day challenge:
This is not my life
Yesterday was particularly challenging here at work. I went downstairs, away from the eyes and comments of the clients, and cried. I was gloomy on the drive home. It was no fun.
I got home, and I made buckwheat crepes, my new favorite thing in the world. I took a long walk in the trees, read and imagined work I would do on my research. I cleaned my kitchen. I prepared veggies to make another kind of crepe in my dehydrator. I finished a chocolate shake from the freezer. This is my life. All the stuff from work, though it takes up so much of my day, is not my life. I have a life. The prying eyes and shady characters trying to hit on me are not it.
This is something I’ve been meditating on all evening and this morning, and it helps.
Being Thursday and almost Friday isn’t bad, either. 🙂
When maturity pays off…
I’m pretty opinionated, but not always educated about those opinions. Or rather, my education was limited. I imagine that’s normal for someone as they’re growing up, and I was hellbent on making change. I think that’s normal, and maybe even a little bit good to have so much energy to work for something. (Sidebar: My energy has been waning for a while, though, after eight years in my current job, and I afraid I’m so burned out that I’ll need another eight years to recover.)
Several of my social views have not changed, but have actually gotten stronger.
Home of my dreams…
I don’t know if my dream home is big, but it will have enough space for me and Cohiba to be together. It will be really open, like, not a lot of walls. Some protection from the rain, but I won’t need protection from the cold – I’ll live in the warmth. I guess I’d need screens to keep the bugs out, though. My dream home would be beautiful.
Living by a barter system… the dream of
Living by a barter system… the dream of communes everywhere… What would I give in a community like that?
Bicycle around the world
Thanks to today’s daily prompt, I am considering what I would do with my life if I were immortal. As a Whovian, I have learned that immortality is not a blessing, and one is forever saying good-bye to loved ones and things don’t really end.
“I wish I hadn’t worked so hard.”
I read an article from the Guardian about the top five regrets of the dying, and I clicked on it, expecting the read the usual business about following your dreams and bucket lists.
There was a little bit about that, but also the line in the title: “I wish I hadn’t worked so hard.”
Art, bless her soul
Cohiba and I are getting married next year, and he and I were talking about our plans this morning. He doesn’t want to see the dress beforehand; doesn’t even want to see an idea of it, but I realized that his choice of wardrobe may change according to the dress, and I don’t want him to have regret.
We’re getting married at Disney, and I told him that one of the dresses I tried on, with surprising success, was a ball gown. That is just so Disney and princessy, and I said “That is totally not me.” He said, “What are you talking about? That is you. You love imagination and play – why do you think we have so much fun there?”
That warmed my cheeks and my heart, and it is in the spirit of love and imagination that I indulge my thoughts and seek out the pieces of art that speak to me.
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