Connected and Committed

Spite and Malice

We like card games at our house and in recent months hace added Spite and Malice to our repertoire.

It is also known as Cat and Mouse. I'm not sure which energy I prefer.

Regardless, it's especially fun to play with three people, although two works just fine.

I also downloaded an app for my cell phone to play the computer.

It's been fascinating to observe that experience most of all.

I notice that I often miss out on opportunities to play a card from the pile that I need to deplete in order to win.

Often I am tired and want a mindless distraction when I play, and I'd like to attribute my win-loss ratio to that aspect, but I'm not so sure that's what is going on.

Maybe I just don't pay enough attention.

So as I continue to play, I'm going to be mindful of that quality and see where it goes.

And if I notice any transfer into the rest of my life.

I bet the developer who wrote the app didn't have that objective in mind as he or she was coding.

 

It doesn't stop me from trying

Yesterday was one of those upstream days.

The thoughts I had access to were seemingly anchored in the section of the emotional scale swimming pool that breeds doubt, fear, anxiety and other such crud.

I was tired, my body was under the influence of hormones, and I was sort of buying into the lies about myself that I've worked really hard on not believing.

You know the ones.

"I suck. I can't do this. I don't know how and never will. I don't have what it takes. I need this thing to be where I think it should be before I can move forward. Blah, blah, blah...."

And today, I am back in the deep end of the pool where I have access to the most amazing energy and ideas and people and circumstances because I made the effort to think better feeling thoughts yesterday.

Even when it was hard.

Even when it felt like a waste of time.

Even when I wanted to just sit and stare out the window.

My casting director lines up such fabulous surprises for me when I send him thekind of direction inspired by belief and hope and knowing.

He doesn't have much to work with when I stew in the muck, and what comes my way shows it.

Just like when Mom's happy, everyone is happy, when our casting directors get good material, everyone benefits.

The people and circumstances and events they can then utilize and send out on the stages of our lives from the wings where they have been patiently waiting for that energetic match-up opportunity--well, it's simply fabulous.

Beyond words, really.

My puny mortal attempts to describe it don't do it much justice.

But it doesn't stop me from trying.

 

Packing heat

Boxes galore are piling up, labeled and ready to seal.

I am moving into a house. With a deck. An office for me. Lots of room. Quiet neighborhood with a park nearby and streets for biking.

Thank the universe I recently went through decluttering and downsizing and getting rid of stuff I don't use or need, so this will be relatively painless.

So posting may be a tad haphazard in the next few weeks.

Stuff is heating up around re-launching and re-tooling my brand, so stay tuned.

Life just keeps getting better and better.

It's all improv

I'm taking an Improv class at Dudley-Riggs Brave New Workshop.

Last night we started getting acquainted with creating scenes, and I enjoyed it, way more than I expected to.

The power of story is strong and compelling, and the momentum of building it from thin air drew me out to the extent that I wanted more when my turn was done.

I was disappointed when my partner got stuck in the action, and avoided embellishing the relationship story that we were to decide as we went.

Feeling a character present his or herself from out of your mouth in a few seconds was amazing.

Having someone else doing the same thing and interaacting with that new being was even more amazing.

I have no idea where this will take me, but it feels deep and true and right on target with how my life is otherwise aligning itself.

Which is, quite frankly, obscenely, ridiculously, perfectly perfect.

You want some of this?

Going home

After a week on the road, I'm going home.

Good stuff, change, upheaval, dream achieving await me there.

And I can't wait.

What are you looking forward to?

Maybe change and upheaval are what is on your plate too, but you aren't exactly excited about it.

Baby steps.

Break it down into baby steps, this thing that is looming so big and ominous.

That's how it's going to happen anyway.

Not in the tidal wave you are bracing for.

Baby steps.

They accumulate to the next logical step.

And then you're on to the next great thing.

JOT Day Finito, or Integrating Into The Everyday

The time has come to discontinue numbering posts for JOT.

And for integrating the practice into the everyday.

It's enough of a habit now.

I suppose having reached the three digit mark might have had something to do with it.

Or not.

I have focus and direction now, and that was the whole idea.

Just one thing.

The amazing power behind intention.

Harness some.

I highly recommend it.