I’ve always lagged a bit behind the social media trends. I’ll blame that on a childhood without much technology. We didn’t have a TV until I was in late elementary school and rarely had cable after that. There wasn’t a computer until I was a high school senior and it was essentially a fancy word processor. No Internet. I swear to you I hand wrote letters until I went to college and then had to set up an email in order to attend.
I love to eat. I mean, really love to eat. I enjoy food in all its glory, the taste of a good meal, the energy it provides, the comfort at times. Often I find myself utterly disappointed that I’m not a foot taller so I can eat more. Yet the truth is I’m a low five footer and even though I can eat as much as my much taller comrades I shouldn’t.
It might come as a shock (or not) but I don’t always know what I’m doing. In fact, during this stretch of life span it seems that I rarely know what I’m doing.
Sometimes it’s hard to come up with the words. You know they’re in there. Just waiting to escape. You can feel it in the form of this anxiety. A volcano with lava waiting to explode.
I recently spent a minute shopping for a father’s day card for my dad. This caused the usual lamentation of how most cards are incredibly lame. I just need to go into my own card business already. But alas I haven’t added that to my professional repertoire yet. Give me time.
Lately I’ve been quite mindful of how I have not been as mindful as I’d like. I've gotten into this not so helpful habit of rushing around to fit in everything I've committed to. It's been quite difficult to be present much of the time while in this state.
I know people who’ve had suicidal thoughts. I know people who've attempted to take their lives. We all do. Whether you know it or not.
Now, I don’t usually get political on here. There are many reasons for that. I’m a therapist. We’re supposed to be unbiased. Blah, blah, blah. Also, I can often see the many sides to things, which isn’t always so popular with the black and white thinkers out there. Or all that dramatic. Which I hear is good for the ratings. And I just haven’t. No promises for the future.
Because I just learned this social media hashtag trend “Mindful Monday” and I love alliteration a little too much, I’ve decided to start my own series of Mindful Mondays.
I frequently receive requests for ideas for creative activities either for individuals or groups to do so I thought I’d attempt to post one creative activity I use with clients (and myself!) once a week to inspire the rest of you to get out and create.
Today I fixed a garbage disposal! Might not seem like a big deal. It wasn’t a big deal. Super easy actually. But I’d never fixed a garbage disposal before.
Kenny Loggins wrote about “the danger zone” and now I’m going to write about “the comfort zone.” Unfortunately in doing so that song is now stuck in my head!
You may have guessed I have a tiny, little thing for our Mother Earth.
It’s been an even busier past few weeks for me than usual. I didn’t think that was physically possible but as I learn over and over and over again, my assumptions will always be tested, so I shouldn’t be surprised.
It’s a gray, cloudy day in Los Angeles. Or at least in the part of Los Angeles I live. I rarely see clients on Fridays, which means I’m working from home and don’t have to dress remotely professional, lounging in ripped jeans and a t shirt with my hair in a ponytail.
I had to make some major decisions this week.
For many bloggers there’s this thing called the new year’s post. Okay, I don’t know if that’s actually a thing but there are so many new year’s articles out there I think it's probably a thing.
I started this post a couple days ago typing it on my phone while scarfing down a breakfast burrito at 1pm in the afternoon. I had (and still have) this desire to write a brilliant blog post that will inspire Oprah to call me up and the rest will be history. Yet all I’'ve been able to think about all week is that I don't have time to eat, much less write anything of real substance.
Self-reflection is important and I’ve been reflecting a lot more than usual lately. Some of it is due to my recent birthday and the inevitable reflection that accompanies each trip around the sun. It wasn’t a milestone birthday but it is an age that at one point seemed REALLY far off.