Friday, January 30, 2009

Life is not a comma

“Every stage of life is the right one, including the stage I’m in.” ~ Younger By the Day, Jan. 29

Those words resonated within me as I read them yesterday. They led to a stunning realization: I am living my life as if this time is a comma. The comma between having kids and having grandchildren. The comma between one job and the next. The comma between what I HAVE to do and what I WANT to do. The comma between unfit and fit. The comma between hating my body and loving my body.

What a mistake. I frequently caution others that “life is too short…” or to “do what will feed your soul”. Those phrases do not sound like the advice of a woman who is “on hold”. These days of transition are like the days leading up to Christmas. They can be days of delicious anticipation. Why choose to have them only serve as blocks on the calendar to mark off before opening the big gift box full of “my real life” on a certain day?

This is my “real” life. Today is not just a stepping stone to tomorrow; it is TODAY. So…how to put the Carpe into Diem?

Right off the top of my head these things come to mind:

  1. Stop the madness! To-do lists and electronic calendars are great things, but I either need to stray away from my programmed life more, or I need to enter fun and freedom onto the list!
  2. Make it extraordinary. As I reflected on what makes vacations and holidays special, I realized that they usually involve some ritual or tradition that signal its specialness. I need to create rituals or traditions that signal that today is worthy of notice. For a start, I will return to daily journaling. Reflecting on my life, and that day, is a great way to reinforce that I am living not waiting.
  3. Owe myself one mental snapshot everyday. There are times that something of such tenderness or physical beauty stops me in my tracks momentarily and I take a “memory shot” so that I will not lose the image. If I commit to looking for those images, instead of waiting for kismet, I believe that I will be able to find at least one everyday. Part of living in a comma is that I am non-observant as I go about my routine. By searching out today’s mental snapshot I will be more aware of where I am, who is around me, and how I fit into that place.
  4. Savor something everyday. It is good to learn that food is fuel rather than _____________ (fill in the blank with the word of choice: comfort, entertainment, celebration, balm, love, rebellion). However, that knowledge doesn’t mean that I should not savor what I consume. Savoring can be as simple as paying attention to the rich smell of my morning coffee, bathing my tongue in the smoothness of an evening cup of tea, or discerning the flavors of that first bite of a meal. Savoring is a period, not a comma. Maybe even an exclamation point sometimes (tiramisu in Rome comes to mind as an exclamation point experience). Savor.
  5. Say thanks. Living life as a comma means that I am not grateful for the gift of today. Oh, it is so frustrating when someone tosses aside a gift from me as though it wasn’t worthy of attention. I am doing that to the Father God that gave me today. By opening each day with a statement of thanks I acknowledge His love, and open the door to saying a multitude of thank-you’s during the remainder of the day. Thank you to those who give me the memory shot, those who help me to savor the moment, even the one who reminds me not to behave in a certain way. They are all reminders that the messiness of today is a gift.

My life is not a comma! Carpe Diem!

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

I love Jesus, but ...

The view from my seat today is that we all need a laugh. Enjoy!

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Thought for the day...

Money can't buy happiness, but somehow it is more comforting to cry in a Corvette than in a Yugo.
OK...maybe I should have said silly thought for the day.

p.s. sigh...for those too young to know what a Yugo is... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yugo
p.p.s. should any of my students happen to visit this posting: no, wikipedia will still not be accepted as a professional reference source in submitted papers

Trouble Understanding the News?

Here's help! I recommend watching the year-end edition first. If you don't find it funny, then Uncle Jay is not for you!

Dec. 1st edition - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tlu3zo0jNc8&NR=1

Dec. 15th edition - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vly2aL-Hxac&feature=related

Year-end edition 2008 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TWiXy55OHyY&feature=related

Jan 5th 2009 edition - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PzeRAwPUbbo

Friday, January 2, 2009

Love Gift

Love (luhv) – noun, verb
1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person;
2. to have love or affection;
3. to hug or cuddle;
4. to embrace or kiss as lovers.

Have you ever been in love? How do you know? What does love mean to you?

I’ve been known to throw the word around… I love my bike. I love a day warm enough to ride. I love the top of a long hill. I love a long cool drink of water. I love my camelback. I love my new polar heart rate monitor. I l-o-v-e sushi. And I love a Sunday nap. Not accurate. I enjoy those things but that’s not love.

Love is a full week on a cold garage floor, under a Honda Accord, replacing a clutch. Love is blood blisters on two fingers, and continuing to work. Love is a t-shirt, sweatshirt, and pair of jeans that will have to be thrown away because the grease will never come out. Love is early mornings and late nights on the crummiest garage creeper in the history of the world. Love is a quarter-inch scab on the crown of the mechanic’s head after said crummy creeper rolled too far, too fast. Love is a bruised rib from rolling off the crummy creeper. Love is hours spent pouring over the Accord repair manual, to learn the steps of a new task. And love is finishing that job, and then replacing two dashboard light bulbs and adjusting the hood latch “just because” it would make things better.

Love is being satisfied with payment in the form of a kiss.

Am I a lucky woman, or what?