Here is one of the tiny pieces that I’ve been working on. Sort of a quirky, colorful way of depicting the mountains that we must climb everyday. I love the idea of bringing joy to the mountains in our life. With struggle, we gain strength.
I appreciate writing in the silence.
I appreciate that I trust I can move through my feelings.
I appreciate that I am resilient.
I appreciate that these noise cancelling headphones keep me wayyyyyyyyyyy more focused.
I appreciate that my hubby is always trying to support me any way he can. Even when I push him away.
I appreciate having a schedule.
I appreciate actually getting things done.
I appreciate trusting that the solutions will come, probably when I stop worrying about the problem.
I appreciate how bright blue the sky is.
I appreciate knowing I can pick my battles.
I appreciate these exciting, creative ideas.
I appreciate being out of the house.
I appreciate that feelings no longer cause shame.
I appreciate that it is okay for me to feel sad.
I appreciate that I can make the changes I want/need at any time.
I appreciate that I can see all these rows and rows of books.
I appreciate that our December looks like your May.
I appreciate that I have fuzzy kittens waiting for me at home.
I appreciate hot tea all day long.
I appreciate recognizing that maybe I feel shitty because I didn’t do my writing this morning. Maybe I can’t just skip something like that.
I appreciate having the fireplace on, once the temperature hits 68.
I appreciate remembering that I am powerful.
I appreciate noticing so many things I am grateful for.
I appreciate that I am creating!
So this may come as a surprise, but I had no idea I am so damn opinionated. I guess being around kids must bring it out, all these hidden feelings and beliefs about how kids should be raised, how people SHOULD BE treated, how CONSEQUENCES SHOULD go, how lessons SHOULD BE learned, etc.
Obviously being so highly opinionated in a very unpredictable, sometimes dis-empowering, confusing, sometimes overwhelming situation just makes it all the more difficult.
But is the situation the problem?
Or is it because I’ve come into the situation with all kinds of my OWN baggage and crap and beliefs and opinions and I’ve felt like it’s
My NEED to sprinkle them along until everyone else
and chooses the way I think they SHOULD.
This feels very very yucky to write, but unfortunately it may be true.
Now, I know I can’t just allow people to take advantage of me anymore. That’s something I have definitely gotten under my belt.
And yet, I also can’t
or DEMAND things to be different.
So maybe it doesn’t need to be so black and white?
The more that I sit and meditate and concentrate on my breathing, allow myself to relax, I am finding the space within. The small whispered gap that says it doesn’t need to be either extreme.
I am not here to be hyper vigilant for everyone else, running around teaching, and validating, and predicting and researching and making sure everyone has what they need, and everything is running smoothly. All the while slowly (or freaking quickly) falling apart.
I’m also not here to hide away in my meditation closet with my fingers in my ears totally unaware of what’s going on while my power slips through the door and I’m left a shell of a human.
Wow. I just realized that BOTH EXTREMES leave me only a portion of who I really am.
Ha! How freakin’ fascinating!
With either extreme, I lose myself.
Like I’ve mentioned a zillion times before, I know I am here in this place, in this space, in this house with these humans for many reasons. But it’s not TO CHANGE THEM the way I thought it was. Oh gawd I actually did.
It’s to change me.
- Can I allow the world to move as it will?
- Can I allow people to make their own choices, minus me JUMPING IN TO SAVE THE DAY?
- Can I allow life to teach the lessons it naturally teaches? And if they are learned, great. If they are not, that’s okay as well.
- Can I still speak my truth, desires, and boundaries and make sure that I am following through with them to take care of ME in the very best way?
Because (here’s the clencher) I have a ton of my own lessons to learn, and don’t need to be so concerned with what everyone else is learning!!!
DING! DING! DING!!
It’s not my job to be LIFE’S LESSON TEACHER. ahhahahahh Sheesh. Sometimes just jotting down my feelings is the best way I can find out what is really going on.
I can learn to swing from tree to tree, trusting that life gives everyone what they (and I) need to learn.
Just stay in your own lane, Jackie, stay. in. your. own. lane.
More and more I am enjoying creating what I naturally do inside my art journal, outside on paper. I know I’ve written a lot about this, but it’s still part of the process. I am realizing that by starting with the paint, I give it a chance to be the main focus. And the rest is play!
Sometimes it’s like crawling into a dark cave that I’ve found. I have my backpack and flashlight, and I’m totally by myself. I am elated! My heart pumping, my hands a little shaky, my body is buzzing with electricity. I can literally taste this journey! Ahhh!!
After awhile of joyfully exploring, my flashlight suddenly goes out and I am alone in the dark. The darkness is unexpected. I don’t know why it always is, but it is. At first, it’s fine. My heart skips a beat, but then I calm. I am sure it was just a small mishap.
But the light doesn’t go back on, and panic consumes me. Instead of allowing it to bleed through me, I fight it. I bang my flashlight against the wall, I jump up and down screaming for help. But nothing happens. I am alone.
After a bit, I start to walk forward with no light. The excitement of a new creation, of discovering a hidden world has been put on hold, because it’s all about survival now. I can’t see one foot in front of me, so every step is a moment of trust.
I survived. I am still here, but I’m growing tired. I long for a piece of clarity, a tiny aha moment, maybe an ounce of belief. As I rub my eyes, a dim light slowly begins simmering through the flashlight.
I can see! I can see! Even if it’s vague and diluted, it’s there!
My heart starts beating faster and faster as I fill with relief and then joy and finally passion. This unbelievable passion. I galloping in the darkened cave.
“I can do anything,” I whisper as tears sting my eyes.
It’s like everything in the world is making sense. I can do this! I feel my mind sharpening and my body is electric. Everything is right, everything is beautiful. The cave walls seem to shine with iridescent colors, beckoning me to continue.
But suddenly the light goes out again.
What? This can’t be! I knew where I was going! What happened?
“Okay Jackie you can do this, you did it before.” I say out loud. And then I wait, expecting the light to go on. But it doesn’t.
So I trudge forward once again, deep in the blackness, holding the walls to keep myself from falling.
Now this is the part where I used to sit down in the cave waiting for death, or if I wasn’t too far in, I’d turn around and go back home.
This is again where it is scary and uncomfortable.
But I’m not leaving this time.
When I close my eyes, for a split second, I saw the end of the tunnel! I swear it was there, lit up with warmth. I need to keep moving forward until I see it for real.
The light will go on again to guide me, right?
If so, when?
Regardless,… I will keep moving forward, one foot in front of the other. Focusing on the image in my head, stamped on my heart. I can follow that.
I can trust what I see inside.
Wow…. It’s already Thursday, the days are buzzing and the weeks are almost a blur. It’s amazing to me that I still manage to learn lessons everyday when everything feels like it’s moving so incredibly fast.
It’s funny…. the older I get, the more I see how precious time is and yet how much of it I have to spare. Let me explain…. I used to have a VERY unhealthy relationship with time. (I’m sure I’ve mentioned this in many a posts…) My fear of RUNNING OUT OF TIME drove my decisions, and left me in plenty o places of anxiety and never feeling like I was:
A. Doing enough
B. Being enough
C. Enough Enough
Also, I was an expert waster o time. Because of my fear of LOSING IT, or having it SLIP DOWN THE DRAIN, sometimes I would distract myself and get lost in some sort of bullshit Facebook trap or mindless dawdling. I’m sure I’m not the only one. So as my schedule has gotten a bit more cra cra (driving my stepson to and from school and being in the car 3+ hours a day), I have finally (FINALLY) recognized how absolutely PRECIOUS time is. This learning has caused me to waste less of it, and get down to business with things I WANT TO ACHIEVE IN MY LIFE.
Funny how having a busier schedule can make us chop chop a little more with things that matter. It’s all priorities people.
So for 2018, I have vowed to have a healthier relationship with TIME. I am really aware of HOW and WHEN it is not being spent the way I want.
I guess that has led me to girlfriends.
Isn’t it funny how there are some people in our lives that we are willing to MOVE our busy schedule around for, and there are others that… we just aren’t…..
I’m starting to look at all of that, even if I feel bad admitting it to myself. And you. But sometimes I find myself even saying in my head, ‘Jackie, you SHOULD see so and so or you SHOULD call so and so, I’m sure it’ll be fine.’
But the thing is,.. I don’t want fine.
Fine is having a line at the grocery store.
Fine is sitting in a meeting that went a little too long.
Since I know now that time is precious. I want to use it in a way that leaves me feeling:
I have been extremely selective with who I’ve spent time with in the past month, and I like it. I like being so over the moon excited to see someone that enriches my life so much, that I know I will walk away feeling more at peace and in a greater place of connection.
If the relationship/connection/communication is just FINE, well,.. maybe it’s just not worth my time.
Bottom line, I love Jackie time so so so much. I don’t need to spend my time with someone unless they ADD to what I already have. I think I’ve needed to write this out so I can remember to check in with myself about everything.
My time is the most valuable thing I have and I am not going to give it away.
Ahhhh! There are few things I love more than starting a fresh new, blank chapter. An unlined, crisp, white papered chapter just gleaming with morning dew and ready for me to dip my brush in it.
That being said,…wow. Can you believe it’s 2018???! What a crazy year full of learning and growing and the absolute unexpected last year was. Ha! I am grateful for the trials and tears and growth but I must say, I am so so so ready to start this new year. Last year proved to be far more difficult and immerse than I would have ever guessed. But I have the power to figure out why and make the changes necessary for this year.
Every New Years, my hubby and I rent a cabin in Idyllwild for 4 days and work through everything from the year prior and bring what we want into the fresh new year. We create lists of all we experienced, the learning from it, old beliefs that no longer serve us, and anything else that needs to be healed. We talk and cry and discuss for hours. Then the magic begins… We spend the next half of our visit creating the year the way WE WANT IT.
What feelings do we want to experience?
What new experiences do we want to have?
What are the intentions we have for this new year?
I have learned that if we create everyday with INTENTION, we get closer to what it is we really want.
My favorite realization over this New Years visit was that our habits, priorities and intentions need to be aligned in order for us to create the life we want. If one of those is off, life becomes a lot harder and usually we end up not where we want. Ah!
I am so ready for this year, and so ready to dive in to the unknown, even when it’s not always fun or easy. My intentions will guide the way, and part of that is writing more frequently on this blog. Yesss.
I am sending everyone lots of love and light…., and I hope that you’re all ready to move full force into this new year as well!