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 the small warm breeze brushing over my face.
I appreciate being home.
I appreciate getting the laundry done.
I appreciate feeling humbled.
I appreciate having kittens that always want love.
I appreciate there is time to make art.
I appreciate allowing myself to create the new ideas that come to me.
I appreciate the quiet outside.
I appreciate the sun across my cheeks.
I appreciate that I am feeling better than yesterday.
I appreciate I can start over with anything that doesn’t feel right.
I appreciate realizing that I can treat myself better than I have been.
I appreciate following through on my commitments I make to myself.
I appreciate my fresh red pepper juice.
I appreciate that my hubby is too sick to taste the red pepper juice, and drank it easily.
I appreciate feeling at peace.
I appreciate knowing that everything will be put away in time. I don’t need to do it right away.
I appreciate the limitless time I have to create.
I appreciate the new pieces I am creating.
I appreciate my creativity.
I appreciate being able to drive.
I just returned from a very long vacation to Cuba. It was informative and interesting and fascinating, and yet sometimes difficult.
We were on a small ship, and my hubby and I were the youngest ones. ahahh Most everyone was at least 70 yrs. old.
One of the things I witnessed about myself along the trip, was that I didn’t take as good of care of myself as I could have.
There were times when I:
went along with things I didn’t want to do,
kept my opinions to myself,
felt put upon and victimized.
Those were the difficult times.
I only got home a couple of days ago, and both my hubby and I unfortunately caught some horrible cold/flu on the ship so we have been in bed late Friday night. I can’t help wondering if our inability to check in with our desires, our need to go along with plans that we didn’t like, and our sometimes dis-empowered feelings contributed to our immune system being lowered enough to get this sick.
Or maybe it was just being stuck on a bus 3 days in a row for 9 hours each, with a bunch of sick humans. ahhah
Whatever it is, what I do know is that when we aren’t being fully ourselves, and not speaking our truth, listening to what WE NEED, life can feel harder than it needs to.
I meditated at home Saturday morning, and just sitting alone in quiet, I realized that I didn’t give myself any of that on the ship. There was a lot of going going going, but I didn’t carve out the space, the time. I didn’t make ME more important. In fact, I somehow fell to the bottom of the list.
It showed me how easily it is to slip away from feeling good. But if we just LISTEN to what’s going on inside, if we honor what we truly need, and speak our truth, suddenly things fall into place. Life feels easier, more enjoyable. I know I feel more sure of myself, more confident, more alive.
So it’s just another lesson, and I can start over any time I need.
Even though life has been really busy,
I can decide to take a break.
Even though I feel like I’m running out of time,
I can choose to sit in silence and feel my feelings.
Even though there has been so much emotional pain lately,
I can decide to be gentle on myself knowing that I am doing the best I can.
Even though I feel overwhelmed,
I can trust that my body mind and spirit need rest in order to rejuvenate.
Even though I would love clarity,
I know that searching impatiently won’t bring me closer to what I want. I can enjoy where I am and trust that the answers will always show up.
I’m enjoying creating this little pieces on hot press watercolor paper. This is about evolving as a human and recognizing how some parts of us no longer fit who we are and what we want. My hope is that all of you are constantly metamorphosing, growing, evolving, changing, and becoming.
Dammit. It’s 5pm on a Monday and I am JUST SITTING DOWN TO WRITE A BLOG. ahsesorkajbaokenr!!!! Now that I finally understand what the word ‘commitment’ actually means, I’m doing my best to follow through.
And it sucks.
I mean it was much easier a couple months ago when I just moved through my life solely on my emotions. Oh I am sleepy, I don’t feel like doing what I said I would… or ‘oh I’m feeling overwhelmed, I guess it’s okay to cry in bed and do NOTHING ELSE.
(unfortunately) I have committed.
No one told me that WHEN I commit, I would actually have to do things sometimes that I don’t want to do. Huh.
Anyway, this is new territory for me.
I am used to letting myself down so it’s totally new that I have decided to follow through anyway.
I have committed.
Regardless of what time it is, or that my hubby is now home and wants to spend time with me. Or that I really want to curl up with my kittens and watch Manifest. I have committed to doing 3 blog posts, and that is what I will do.
There has been a series of crazy, tragic events over here lately, and I am recognizing more and more that no one can save us from ourselves.
Wow. I remember through the years as life wasn’t going the way I hoped/wished/thought it should, that I sorta expected something was just going to LAND on my lap to make everything better. Nothing ever did. And I still had a difficult time following through, finishing, and committing.
The reality is LIFE MOVES ON. Even if we have the coolest most vivid dreams in the world, NO ONE CAN SAVE US FROM FUCKING IT ALL UP.
And then I think back to all the many, many, many times that I thought it was my JOB to save other people. I saw friends/boyfriends/family as not ‘doing it right,’ and it became sorta my mission to help/explain/teach, even if they didn’t want it.
I’m so grateful to FINALLY FINALLY be getting it that:
- Everyone is on their own path. The best I can do it butt out and love them where they are.
- I’m on my path and anyone telling me how/what to do is an idiot and only basing their thoughts/expectations/point of view on THEIR life. That’s the only perspective we have anyway! HA! How hilarious is that?!
- I am the only person that can make my dreams come true and I am the ONLY person that can stop them from happening. It is ME, and ME only.
So there you go, life lessons from Jax.
I have committed! I truly believe that the more we COMMIT to something, the more we allow the universe space to bring gifts. Commitment gets the ball rolling, commitment is the key I was missing all along.
Okay have a great night! xo
Hello! Wow, it’s been so long since I’ve written. I hope the holidays went well for everyone.
I’m working through some feelings about old friends. I think I have probably always seen my life as seasons and chapters. In one chapter these people where the ones I was super close to, or in this one, I was doing these things, and had this friend. Seeing life this way has made it a lot easier for me to recognize that these people were in it for that specific time and place, for lessons I needed to learn, and they aren’t necessarily going to be in all parts of my life. Now that’s not true for everyone. There are some friends where we have walked through more than one chapter together, hand in hand, and it’s been exactly what both of us needed. But when that happens, I think it’s because we were both learning and growing together, and from each other. Once the growth doesn’t feel in sync anymore, it makes sense that the relationship isn’t as strong, or it just goes away.
Even though I really get this intellectually, and have seen it play out many times in my life, it still makes me sad when I think about old friends. I feel sad that I don’t push to have them in my life, even if I know we are in different places. I feel guilty that I’m not missing them the way I feel I SHOULD.
I love my old friends. The ones that were with me through so much. The very small, few that knew everything about me, and I knew everything about them. I miss feeling like I had those select people where we could talk and laugh for hours. I miss feeling that comfortable with someone. I miss that we could finish each other’s sentences or give each other a LOOK and we knew exactly what that meant.
There is a lot that I miss.
But I’ve changed. I’ve changed a lot. Some of these friends, it’s been 20 years since we were close. That’s a whole lifetime! I wouldn’t even recognize myself. For other friends, it’s been more of a slow burn. Maybe we stayed friends longer than we should of, but because of the love we both had, we stayed? For those friends, I’ve also changed.
I don’t miss the relationship.
I don’t miss feeling like I couldn’t fully speak my truth. I don’t miss feeling like we couldn’t work through anything.
Growth is hard I am realizing. I love learning about myself and growing, but this is one of those horribly painful growing pains. I’m just unable to swallow down how I feel anymore, and I can’t keep old relationships alive if that is what it takes. I would have loved it if we had moved at the same pace, if we had worked towards similar things. But I can see now that ‘my way’ isn’t the right way.
It’s just different.
So in order for me to take care of ME, to honor ME, I will send love.
I will send the love that has always been there from the beginning of our friendship. But I need to hold myself up with more love than I have before, and I cannot settle when it doesn’t feel right.
I love you for the memories we had together, for having you to tell my secrets to, for feeling included and safe in your presence. I will always love you and I will continue to send you love as you journey through your life.
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!