It’s kind of crazy how dreams are becoming reality. Not too many years ago I wasn’t even dreaming. I was advised to “have fun” — but I didn’t know what that meant.
Then I started thinking: “I might like to do that someday.” And “Maybe I could try that.”
And now I’m doing things. I talked with my friend years ago about learning how to sew from her — and now I’ve sewn two pillow cases and a pair of pants! (Just need to manifest my own sewing machine!) I kept thinking I should dance more, that it might be nice to take a dance class — now I’m going to teach one! I’m journaling and going Live in the mornings; I’m blogging every night. My first Artist’s Way 12-week group officially starts tomorrow. Things that took FOREVER for me to get going are suddenly all locking into place.
I’m beginning to feel the abundance, I’m opening, I’m freeing up, and I’m so grateful.
Wishing the same for you each and every day! Much love and many blessings. ❤
So . . . it looks like my blog content never posted yesterday. And. . . I didn’t save my post outside of wordpress, so, it’s gone. Forever. HOWEVER, I did technically write a blog post. There was a title. And someone even liked the post. So, it counts! Still blogging every day! Ha! (Side note — or not-so-side note — Mercury IS in retrograde right now. I completely blame Mercury for this.)
But in summary of what never appeared yesterday, I’ve been facilitating an informal Artist’s Way group that officially starts regular meetings next week, and it has been marvelous. Things have been moving and flowing for me amazingly (except for occasional technology snafus), and I even had a complete mis-communication come to a head at the beginning of the week that blossomed into a beautiful re-connection and amazing life lesson.
Because of Artist’s Way I’ve been writing every day. I’ve been taking at least one Artist’s date every week (a creative date that feeds your inner child). And this week I’ve decided to follow the universe’s nudge a bit and become a Zumba instructor. (Possibly more on this later — and if you’re reading this on Facebook, watch for my Facebook Live video on it Wednesday!)
The Artist’s Way has re-entered my life and created miracles, and maybe if you’re reading this it is talking to you, too!
Thank you for sharing another beautiful day. Much love and many blessings! ❤
I love coming across people who are living their dreams! It’s so clear that this bighearted, fun-loving guy dreams big and loves his life! I’m so excited to share his story with you, and I encourage you to take some notes and create a life you love living! ❤
Also, please check out his links!
Image courtesy of photoraidz / FreeDigitalPhotos.net”
I’ve decided to change Mondays from “Metaphysics Mondays” to “Memory Mondays”, since everything I write about is generally already tied to metaphysics in some way. I’ve been wanting an excuse to look back on life — go through travel journals and diaries, watch home movies, look through photo albums, etc, so this is my excuse to do it.
I started a new writing project with one of my Sunday tutoring students, and it was inspired by a homework assignment from one of my metaphysics lessons. We break our lives into 5-year increments, and once we surpass the past and arrive at present time, we begin imagining our future.
This is what I have so far:
- “See? . . . “Ight!” (Light)
- Came out quiet (not crying!), checking out the world.
- Apparent near suicide attempt — squeezed through the sliding glass door to our balcony on the second story and nearly crawled right off the edge before my dad came to my rescue.
- Typwriter for birthday
- Home Daycare
- My parents had a bedroom in the backroom; it was converted to our daycare lunch room
- The living room became the main room with green carpeting and white shelves holding varying Montessori materials
- My first (and hopefully last!) nemesis (daycare child)
- Daycare crush
- Awkward car scene when my parents were complimenting a daycare student on how quiet he was being, and I piped in a loud voice”What about me? I’m quiet, too, right? Aren’t I quiet?” (face palm)
- Red corduroy dress (and pictures where I am oblivious that I am showing my underwear)
- Nap time on green fold out cots
- Flags on my birthday cake!
- Sister is born (in our house!)
- My mom’s first introduce to Shaklee (vitamins during her pregnancy)
- Montessori preschool
- Nutcracker Fairy Dress
- Dancing around the house to the “Nutcracker” on the record player, waving my fair wand like a Sugar Plum Fairy, and running up and down the hallway to the “Russian Dance”
- Telling neverending stories about “Koffa Kouff”
- Started wearing glasses — looked around the room in amazement, as if seeing the world for the first time
- Riding Big Wheels in the street
- Discovered TV and that I had an aunt my age
- Car rides to Ohio to visit Mom’s side of the family for Christmas
- Began T-ball
- pixie hair cuts
- Learned to read with “Pig Can Jig”
- Grandma Karl reading to me.
- Best friend Mandi lived across the street.
To be continued next week with Ages 6-10. . .
I miss spring break. And my week of happiness. I really do. I had thought it didn’t feel different. I thought this week went by quickly. And it did. I was surprised by how quickly this week actually went by. But the stress has been crazy. My face was almost completely clear last week, and this week it is destroyed. Make-up free? Not a chance now. Sunday evening and Monday morning I was overwhelmed with the mounting anticipation of the week, exhibited through stomach-clenching stress and undulating tremors of fear.
As usual I had worked myself up way more than was necessary, but I couldn’t believe what a difference I’d experienced between last week’s in-the-moment week and the never-ending constant stress and fear of this week. Am I exaggerating? Yes. But there was a noticeable difference.
I did have some great moments this week that helped me appreciate teaching. An activity that went well. A bond made with a student. A compliment from another. For a while I questioned why I wanted to leave teaching. And then the weekend hit, and I became obsessed with worry about grading and planning, and that’s when I remembered a big part of why I didn’t want to be a teacher anymore.
I’m scared now. I don’t know what’s going to happen with me. With my life. I thought about music therapy. Now I’m considering dance/movement therapy, and I’m still interested in different types of healing. But my doubts plague me. I know I could be excited about all of this. I should be excited. The last thing I need is to be attracting more fear in my life! But even when I can shut off my own protective, critical voice, I hear concern in the voices of others. Why would I consider leaving a job when I’m not sure of its replacement? Isn’t this a bad economy? Don’t I need money? Education costs money! How will you get by?
Everything will be fine. I know it will. I will not join the panhandlers near the highway (although I’ve imagined discussing it with them). I will not starve. I will find a way. I know that I should appreciate what I have. I also know that I can’t settle for what I have. I have settled for years, trying to reason and work through the unpleasantness until the unhappiness consumed and corrupted every piece of me. I will not fall into that trap again. Nor do I want to leap from the flame to the blade. I will be happy. It’s time to move on. But where? And how?