When you find people who speak your language, hold on to them. I don’t mean whatever language you speak natively, that would be a difficult grip to maintain.
I mean your personal language.
People who take the ride with you when your train of thought goes off the rails. People who see humor in the same things, tragedy in the same things.
It’s rarer than you think.
It’s really what life is, largely, making connections. Some are looser than others, and some are longer than others. And sometimes, not that often, you find people who get you.
You can’t assume that everyone will, though maybe you’re one of those extremely gettable people, in which case you’re probably too busy getting your cult off the ground to read this. And sometimes that click is so easy, you feel like everything will be like it.
So enjoy it, savor it, and keep it when it does. And also have a great Wednesday.
I think it’s gray today, it’s another one that’s tough to tell, and I just cut my fingernails, so my fingers feel unencumbered on the keyboard.
If only they had more words to write.
Some Wednesdays I am brimming over with wisdom, but today is not one of those days.
Today is a let the day unfurl kind of day.
There are things I need to do, and they loom large as I type this, tasks I don’t particularly enjoy but I’ll be glad when they’re done. So one thing at a time, I’ll wend my way there.
And the day will happen as it does.
Have a great Wednesday.
Literally. I can see it approaching, unless that’s just a fog. And maybe figuratively too but who can predict that.
Oooh it’s moved in now. I think it’s fog. It’s been very hot and humid, this may be the beginning of a temperature drop. Either way, I have iced coffee and I’m making more ice. And apparently all my sugar just hung out at the bottom of the cup, because I just hit it.
Back to the post. Sometimes, like the weather, you can see things coming. They bear down on you like a slow-moving menace.
And sometimes they don’t.
Life is random that way.
But often accepting that what’s going to happen is going to happen takes some of the tension off when things are out of our control. That rolling mist is rolling, with or without us.
And with that, I’m off for more iced coffee, probably. Have a great Wednesday.
Often I have to remind myself: one thing at a time. We have an endless universe of things on our minds constantly.
Or maybe that’s just me.
And if we let them all talk to us at the same time, we become overwhelmed.
Again, maybe that’s just me.
But if we give ourselves the freedom to say hey, THIS is what I’m doing right now, all those other thoughts can take a step back.
Not only is it OK to do one thing at a time, it’s really all we’re equipped to do. So give yourself permission. Let the demands take turns.
And have a wonderful Wednesday.
Gray again and today we might actually get some rain. I’ve gone back to doing coffee one cup at a time, I think I was drinking too much and my 4 am wake ups seem to agree.
This morning I did cardio after Daily Burn, since the workout was strength-based, and I’m trying to decide how I feel about it. It didn’t feel overly taxing to do both at once.
I’ll definitely consider it an option if I’m not exhausted by the end of Daily Burn. I’m not exhausted now, though I am on my second cup of coffee but you and I both know that’s nothing new.
So that’s my challenge to you today, even though you didn’t ask for one. Do something new today. Something different. Whatever you want, whatever you wonder if you can do.
Push yourself, but don’t harm yourself. Make it something that proves to you you can, something that’s been at the back of your mind, slightly taunting.
And if you try it and find you cannot, what have you lost?
All you have to do is try again. The trying is the win.
Just the trying. Have a great Wednesday.
We’re on sunny again today, but tomorrow it’s supposed to be very hot and rainy. This summer is going to be intense.
I’ve ordered hot weather clothes, hopefully they won’t take too long. I don’t think they’ve shipped yet.
I had a plan for the week but with the shift in weather, I had to change things around. I don’t like doing that, I like having things laid out, but I have to become more flexible.
The pandemic made it worse, because the parameters of the world narrowed. And now there are so many things I need to do that I don’t want to do. But I’m fully vaccinated and if I don’t get back to them now, when will I?
Will I ever?
The masks, for example. Even the CDC says I don’t need one except in certain situations or if a business requires them. And yet I cannot let go of that concern for others, the idea that a single breath of mine could lead to the last of theirs.
What a thought.
We have to come back to the world at some point. We do. I just might take my time getting there.
Have a great Wednesday.
It’s summer now, no matter what the calendar says, that thin haze of a hot day toning down the green. Grass is already yellow, having barely had time to be green, it got so hot so quickly. Though today it’s about 81. Medium hot.
The construction noise is muffled, livable.
I watched this incredible singer–who calls herself Nightbirde–on twitter. She appeared on “America’s Got Talent,” a show I don’t watch. But she is utterly amazing.
Watch for yourself:
And today’s wisdom comes directly from her. Not only from her song, which is beautiful and I can’t believe isn’t already in my music, but from what she said afterward: “You can’t wait until life isn’t hard anymore before you decide to be happy.”
It’s profound, and it has that weight of universal truth about it. Unless you’re one of the incredibly lucky ones, life will always have challenges. Some, like Nightbirde’s, are harder than most.
But it’s OK to stop and just be happy, even in the midst of it, even when you don’t know how things will turn out.
And that’s it for me, have a great Wednesday.
So apparently, given it’s low, low readership, donald trump’s blog is no more. One month of shouting into the void–though more likely one of his minions was doing the shouting in a trump mask–and it is gone.
And yet millions of us whisper into the void for years and years, undeterred. Sometimes it’s the void you want to talk to.
And sometimes an audience of a few means more than an audience of thousands.
But that’s not something anyone would expect trump to understand. No, he believed he was adored by millions, believed millions clamored to hear every “pearl” from his lips. But bots don’t read blogs.
They could visit, though. I guess he got downgraded in his follower package. He’s not as useful as he used to be.
And here’s my own little pearl, for which you are no doubt raptly waiting: no matter where you are in your project, whatever it may be, you have still made more progress than trump made with his blog. You have shown more patience; you have demonstrated more perseverance.
So go you. And have a great Wednesday.
Whether the kind of maze from a children’s magazine where the path through basically glows, or the fiendish work of a twisted mind, no one’s life is a straight line progressing from A to B and on again, perhaps with flowers along the side.
Even someone like Prince Harry, whose future course was plotted long before he was even born, found some twists and turns and a whole new way through the hedge. Yes, Prince Harry’s life is a hedge maze.
For obvious reasons.
We can talk about how life is about the journey, not the destination, a phrase now cliched but originally penned by Ralph Waldo Emerson. But it doesn’t tell the whole story.
Life is full of blind alleys. And alleys you think may be blind and yet connect further onward. Life is about sometimes turning around and sometimes pressing on and not having an aerial view to tell you which to do.
And that’s OK.
I’ll say it again: that’s OK.
The mere fact that we can’t see the whole picture means we don’t have to try to see the whole picture. It’s just not possible from where we are.
Deep inside the maze.
The thing is it’s our maze. Only ours.
And it’s OK.
Have a great Wednesday.
It’s another gray and rainy day, and the promised loud construction noise just stuttered into fruition. This week has yet to be kind to my head.
You know that feeling, that low-level feeling, when you’re doing whatever it is you’re doing and you realize you’re thirsty? And then you ignore it because you don’t have water handy and keep going?
Get the water.
It seems like the smallest detail of self-care, addressing your thirst when you feel thirst, or even the slightest hint of thirst.
How often do you ignore it and do whatever you were doing?
For me, almost always. In fact I nearly did the same when sitting to write this post. But not this time.
I got the water.
We both know it’s not always water.
Whatever it is, whatever you think you can put off, don’t. Do that little thing for yourself.
And have a great Wednesday.