Be they great or small, goals can be one of the greatest things in life, both as a pursuit and as an eventual achievement. Tonight, I set a goal of having some of these grain-free cookies I’d never known about until tonight, and I achieved a goal of 500 days in a row on Duolingo. Two seemingly unrelated goals that span the spectrum of goals, yet they bring delight and gratitude to me, as well as encouragement to pursue all my goals.
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I experienced a lot of love from the kids today, and it was wonderful. It was that somewhat passive love, where they just show up and hang out in the classroom with me, only sometimes talking directly to me, but choosing to be there specifically. And someone was almost always talking to me at any given time. They just kind of swapped around, so to speak. It reminded me of spending time with friends, like how was so normal in high school and college. Adulthood hasn’t much offered such scenarios. Everyone always wants to go somewhere, to do something. These kids did nothing but futz around in a classroom together today for an hour, and they barely even pulled out phones, but for the occasional picture display or something. It was wonderful. It was loud. Yet it was wonderful. And I am grateful.
Thank you, God and Universe. Thank you. If you please, give me more love and silliness like this afternoon. Help me to be surrounded by friends who can have fun with me in such a loving, easy way.
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Tac-tac-tac-tac
Tac-tac-tac-tac
Swooo-Pop!
Owwww!
‘There you go.
‘It was your talus.
‘Should be good now.’
Ugh. I am certainly grateful, but stinking chiropractors, making my major worries the past weeks suddenly seem stupid. Just ugh.
Haha
Hopefully, I’ll be able to function fully again after another few days or so, though! Cautiously optimistic and looking forward to it!
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I lie in my bed,
rubbing fingers gently up my head,
Comforting, pressing, calming…
They are putting me to sleep,
Just as they always seem to do
On the forehead of a dog.
Sometimes, I really do envy them,
Dogs…
I’ll take a back rub, belly rub, head rub,
Walk or run or roll in thr park
On any day
With the one(s) I lov
And who love me.
Perhaps all we really need on bad days
Really is a good pet
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P.S. Happy Day One to Year Six! ❤ <3=""
I believe you can hear me, you feel me, and you know me…, and you respond to me. Thank you. Please, comin the to guide me, that I might be the love that is needed in this world, that we might heal those I meet with this love that is The Universe and God itself. I know you hear and feel my prayers. Thank you. Let us continue.
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P.S. ^ It’s been nice, completing this fifth year of sharing with the world daily.
Today, I trusted my feelings, how my body and energy responded, and it was spectacular. Yes, I turned down an amazing opportunity – sailing – and opted to go to school, and get some work done. I didn’t leave until after eight pm to come home, and I had arrived to school around noon-thirty or so. But I got a tremendous amount accomplished, and it feels so freeing right now, I can hardly grasp it fully. I finished everything I had to do and wanted to do this weekend for school, and then some. I also accomplished several things I had hoped to do this past week, but hadn’t managed.
See, I had intended to go in on Monday to get some work done. But, as soon as I trusted my feeling that I didn’t want to do the sailing today, and communicated that, the easing of that allowed me to ask myself what I would like to do today. And the almost immediate response was: Go to school. So, after getting some nourishment for later and some gasoline, I headed there. My morning had been wonderful, spent with my dad (thanks to the last-minute removal of my part-time job’s shift to a coworker when I offered it last night), though even that was spontaneous when I was first considering what to do with my morning that I had free before the afternoon sailing. So, my dad and I walked and talked, and then ate and talked, and then stood around and talked some more. It was great.
I was fully ready to take on the schoolwork after that, and with joy and delight. I thoroughly enjoyed going in and getting things done… which has me thinking that I must really, truly love this work. What person loves going to work on a Saturday, loves grading nearly a hundred tests, loves creating documents and lesson plans, and loves doing it all for over seven hours on that Saturday, not getting home until close to nine pm?
And then still considers – and with delight – going back to get more done on Monday, just to stay ahead?
I am trusting that God and the Universe are helping me to see things newly in my life, and that they are preparing me for the wonderful opportunities that will continue to arise. I am trusting that my odd foot and leg pain was intentional, and that I needed not to attend the gym workouts this week, that I needed to ask for help from others, and that I needed to take a few tiny but real stands for myself.
I am trusting that I am exactly where I need to be, and that this buzzing of a feeling is exactly what it feels to be: a positive change approaching – a beautiful and powerful transformation of circumstance.
I am finally trusting.
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Why does it bother me so much? Because it shows how inconsistent it is with the direction and intention of my life. And that’s a good thing. Now, my time and attention has the opportunity to be directed intentionally to have a more powerful difference in my life and world, rather than being wasted elsewhere.
But first, I must be brave and speak up.
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Why do I almost always struggle to get to bed at a decent hour on Sunday nights? I fiddle around all day Sunday, exhausted, and then end up taking forever on something just before bed, getting me off to a dreadful start to the school week. Add to it my buttock and ankle pains on the right side, as well as a full day of classes, including an observation, and we have ourselves a recipe for an extremely tiring and uncomfortable Monday.
Ugh.
God, help me rest well, please.
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Why must I be so volatile and cyclothymiac, even bipolar, when it comes to my work and to my self-image and, even, to men?
It’s getting to be a tad old school, and I’m quite tired of it, already.
Ugh…
God and Universe, please, help me to ease these extremes in my life, that I be able to create abundant love and joy through my being and doing in this life, sharing your love and joy as we create it together.
Amen.
P.S. I told a kid today how he was truly wonderful in the musical last weekend. I don’t know the kid – I just recognized him the other day in passing, and intended to tel him about the show, whenever I saw him again. I saw him this morning, possibly as I was handing out breakfast tacos to everyone, and told him then, surrounded by hungry teenagers awaiting their treats. I’m almost certain it made his day, considering the immense grin that resulted, along with his verbal thanks. When I saw him again tonight at a football game, a similar smile produced, with a touch of secret that, I realized, was with me – his gratitude extended even then, and seems likely to last. I am grateful that I was given the opportunity to do such a thing for another, and that I seized the opportunity well. Thank you, all.
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It occurred to me this week that I most likely tend to take over conversations, constantly sharing about myself, because I feel those are the only times someone will listen…, Because I feel unheard in life… I feel no one is interested at any other time.
If I had someone who were interested, perhaps it would be easier not to take over conversations…
Just a thought.
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