Becoming Real

The story I told myself is that the way for me to be successful, make the most money, is to work for an organization, get benefits and impress leadership. I am a good employee and so they keep me complacent. 

I am also different. I’m drawn to things that stand outside the norm. I like counterculture. I crave not being like everyone else. 

I have spent two years cocooning and trying to change the look of my life. I’ve dreamt about being a writer, making my money remotely, having a more fluid day, control over my schedule and true creativity. I thought the other day about how energizing it is for me to write. How I have felt an unseen presence coming through me. How I search for other writers out there. I am searching for myself. I’ve spent my whole life knowing this is my calling and then falling in line and doing the thing that needs to be done for stability.

My role as a mother intersects with all of this because I want to be available for my kids as much as possible. I also want to show them what staying true to your story is all about; what it looks like to respect your passion and hold space for it to come alive.

I’ve been so focused on work, the holidays and my mother, that I forgot how it feels to have this beautiful writing muse speaking through my pen strokes. This morning it came back; it has been months. I can’t control these words, they feel like they are coming through me rather than from me and I just let them roll. I struggle with all the words about my mother, and what to do with the content that I have written by now. It is so angry and not the energy I want to put out into this world. I keep asking myself how do I shape all of this into something worthy and beautiful for others to interact with? I keep wondering how will it become real?

Conversations with my Father

Grace Paley

I started the day wishing you Happy Birthday wherever you are - whether you’re Stardust or a being in a different ecosystem. Your memory is still so alive in all our hearts. But oh how I miss the sound of your voice and your laugh.

"Ask yourself one question: does this path have heart? If it does, the path is good; if it doesn't it is of no use." 
- Carlos Castenda

I’m not even sure I know how to truly sense the heart of some thing. My mind plays tricks on me and I project what I think are peoples intentions. I’m still working on trying to find my heart; to listen to its desires. I feel so lost, sometimes trying to let my heart lead. Perhaps just for today I will listen.

Family. Love. Money. Alignment. Connection.

What I am trying to hand over to the fresh young year that is about to take over:

 
I must believe and accept myself and acknowledge what I am good at.
I must embrace that I work hard and play hard, and I will always give more to a company than I get.
Showing up with an abundant, joyous demeanor is so important.
Not settling for less than I know I’m worth.
Sheer space and place isn’t always enough.
Appreciating what I have and striving for more - always.
Holding boundaries in a way that celebrates my space and doesn’t prioritize others.
Standing in my integrity.
Trusting my wisdom to led me to the next step.
Giving myself grace for my choices and mistakes.
Learning and growing from both.
Rebuilding.
Laughing as much as possible.

2022 Reading List

1. Heart Berries by Terese Marie Mailhot
2. And The Mountains Echoed by Khaled Hosseini
3. The Boy, the mole, the fox and the Horse by Charlie Makesy
4. The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion
5. Spark Joy by Marie Kondo
6. The Bounce Back Book by Karan Salmansohn
7. So Far So Good by Ursula K. Le Guin
8. The Gifts of Imperfection by Brene Brown
9. The Alchemist by Paulo Coehlo
10. Raising a girl with ADHD: a practical guide to help girls harness their unique strengths and abilities by Allison Tyler
11. The Storyteller: Tales of Life and Music by Dave Grohl
12. Helping Your Child with Language-Based Learning Disabilities by Daniel Franklin, PhD
13. The Midnight Library by Matt Haig
14. Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman
15. The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry by Gabrielle Zevin
16. Born a Crime: Stories from a South African Childhood by Trevor Noah
17. Untangled: Guiding Teenage Girls Through the Seven Transitions into Adulthood by Lisa Damour, Ph.D
18. Quit Like a Woman: The Radical Choice to Not Drink in a Culture Obsessed with Alcohol
by Holly Whitaker

"People inspire people." - Dave Grohl

"She was a volcano and like a volcano, she couldn't run away from herself. She'd have to stay there and tend to that wasteland. She could plant a forest inside herself." - Matt Haig

"Libraries are life-enhancing palaces of wonder. It's not you, libraries, it's me; as the popular saying goes."- Gail Honeyman

“We read to know we’re not alone. We read because we are alone. We read and we are not alone. We are not alone.” - Gabrielle Zevin

“Growing up in a home of abuse, you struggle with the notion that you can love a person you hate, or hate a person you love. It’s a strange feeling. You want to live in a world where someone is good or bad, where you either love or hate them, but that’s not how people are.” - Trevor Noah

#MustRead  #nationalbookloversday

Incessant Scrolling

It is in inevitable. I’m walking toward myself, and the weight of old ways has to go. Some of it has fallen off, like old skin I didn’t even notice disappearing. Other pieces have to be pushed away, scraped off like a scab, and I know I will be raw as I heal and grow into a new form. 

Incessantly, we are rebuilding our cells, our skin, our look. We have the same constant nature, but shift form and presence, depending on light, water, or environment. How far I have come; how much more I have to grow. Still the desire to do so pushes forth from within and I wonder whether I am drowning or flourishing in this space? 

I have existed in so many forms. My energy currently feels like an unharnessed force. My desire is to put forth something new and authentic. But I am not plugged in anymore; I feel lost and fumbling. 

I never tell stories. Even when I recount moments, I stumble and lack true memory to what happened. I go for humor instead to camouflage the parts that feel uncomfortable.

I must conspire my own magic to go after what I want. It doesn't feel like a grand pursuit, one that will surely evade me, but rather more a coaxing, like with a vulnerable animal that I ache to help.

I want to yell, "I AM HERE!" and make something happen, yet it feels like I am standing alone in a great valley surrounded by mountains, and the remains of my voice and my energy are bouncing off matter around me. Echoing. I am left my own devices. 

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This is for after your escape. After all the heavy breath and tears it required to tear you away from your chains. 

This is for when you have already felt the elated freedom of being on the outside of it all. 

This moment comes once you have settled and started to look around and consider what you should do next. 

When you consider whether you made the right decision and fear failure is right at your back. 

Don’t look back. 

Now you are truly alive and you only have your internal devices to survive. 

Anything is possible. 

It is up to you to decide.