A very long time ago I made a bold decision to reduce some of the high expectations “I” had created in my life. Not all, just some to ease the stress. Some of the nonsense stuff that’s useless and irritating. This idea started when someone asked me how to spell my name. My given name is Suzanne. I have been called, Suzanne, Suzie, Sue, Suz, Susan, Susanna, Suzette, Suzannie, Susonna, Su, and even Steve. The list is very long.
How do I control myself from not eating the whole thing? Ok, it’s easy not to eat the whole thing because if I do that, I will certainly become sick. Although, the thought seriously crossed my mind at the onset of opening and smelling the sweets. How will I control myself not to eat it all in a few days? Rations, my Dear Watson!
I think of rain as drops of hope, the medicine for rebirth, the replenishing liquid of life, the means to grow, and the nectar of living.
It’s just not raining outside, the world is slowly re-creating. And just like that… one day the leaves appear!
By trying new physical activities or mental challenges, we grow as individuals. We allow ourselves to interact with the world in a different way. We meet new people and expand our minds and bodies. Perhaps we will find a new hobby, love, or interest. Right now I’m learning ASL – American Sign Language and I love it!
We keep it going! We move it forward! Let’s GO!
There is so much to see in the garden at any time of year. Actually, there is so much to see in anything, if you really take the time to look. When I finally get down to spending a few hours in the garden, I take a break from life as a human. I try to think of myself as a creature from the land. I disconnect my phone and my attachment to any technology. I escape into the micro damp soil.
Perhaps the more you know how to do something; the more reliable you are at doing it.
I suppose I must continue to run up the hill at a controlled pace in order to get to the very top without running out of breath. I will need to do this often enough to be able to maintain a successful pace too. I will continue to teach those newbies on the foothills to pace before venturing up, for investing in their success will help share the succession of the hill.
Thinking back to when I was younger, I’m still the same creature of habit. Not big on adventure, but big on doing my ritual things. Boring, das me!
It takes so little encouragement to make such a huge difference in someone else’s life.
We could do this, one step, one text, one smile, one “good job”, at a time.
Even when you don’t know it, little bits of positivity and cheer helps.
Every season is the reason to go for that positive pat on the back.
Shout out to Eileen for your beautiful encouragement last night!
So this happened…I bumped into an old boyfriend. We dated way… over 30 years ago. He still looks pretty good. Me? Not so much. It’s best to keep my thick coat on! We got to talking about this and that. While he was talking about this and that, my mind was drifting and remembering when. When I was 20 something, young, dumb and stupid. I remembered hanging out with friends in bars, talking loud over the music and dancing.
I remembered when all my parts moved only when I moved. That’s not the case anymore.
When he finally got back into his car, he sat in the front seat looking at his phone, without a care in the world that maybe someone who was handicapped needed the reserved parking spot.
May I mention during the time he had his fancy-schmancy car parked in the handicapped reserved spot, a little blue car driven by an elderly woman, with a handicap identification card clearly displayed in her front window, was looking for a parking spot close to the café!
STOP!!!! I’m not answering any more questions! It almost feels as though I’ve been undressed. It’s bad enough when I travel sometimes my body is scanned at the security checkpoint. I feel that totally violates my body. This friend actually interrogates me. Maybe the FBI or the CIA or the RCMP or CSI anything needs her? It’s not about the actual questions; it’s more about the amount of questions.
On the weekends, he would drive to Montreal in his Golden Eagle Trans Am. When he didn’t come to Montreal, he would call me on the phone. If he couldn’t call me, he would write me a letter. Not just any ordinary letter, a love letter. I still have them. In one of his letters he wrote that he envisioned us “In a gold carriage being pulled by white horses into a sky destined for love”. I blushed from that line. It has stayed with me for over (gulp!) 35 years. That was romantic writing.
STOP!!! Put on the Brakes! I’ve got to do something to slow this down and fast! I’ve got to get a handle of this or I’m going to run out of time. I’m realizing that time is very precious and why did it take me so long to figure this out? Why?
Suddenly, I heard the loud horn sound which announced the start of the relay race. I got so excited to receive the baton, but it was going to take quite a while until it got to me. It had to pass through around 100 hands. I waited with the Green team’s fastest girl. I didn’t talk to her even though she was my bunkmate. I knew I was going to beat her. I was thinking of all the things I was going to say to her when I ran passed her. I was reciting these lines in my head, “See ya later baby! Bye Bye Birdie! Catch ya later! Smell my wind! Eat my dust!”
All the time, I had the classic picture of Lake Louise in my mind. The perfect blue sky with matching water along a still mirrored lake, cloudless, with endless skies. This calendar picture was a perfect still. And…no other people were within the view. As we drove into the mountain range, dark clouds billowed with moisture and so began our battle with nature.
Note to self: Weather in mountainous areas changes every 5 minutes! During the fall, it can be warm and sunny, and within 5 minutes it can be snowing and blowing. We didn’t expect what was next!
Most of my time is fleeting. I don’t know why this is so. It’s noon and suddenly it’s 4 p.m. The passage of those 4 hours doesn’t add up. It’s Monday and then without much notice, it’s Friday. The seasons roll like that and the years too. I’m very aware of this quick passage of time. Although, when I was younger, I felt the passage of time was much slower. Sitting in a classroom watching the clock hands finally reach 3:15 p.m., was endless. However, the run out of school into the park with my friends was fleeting. All that time was magical, up until my Mother’s call-in for dinner.
Now, I feel like a seasoned old hen! Older and somewhat wiser, but still not able to spell well. The old lesson I grew up with now has a new attachment to it. New Lesson: If you want something really badly, then work super hard for it and you will earn it. However, if obtaining it is completely out of your control, accept those limitations and move onto the next goal.
I love children and I love plants. I love to watch people develop into interesting people. I thrill to watch small successes become big successes. Therefore, I think my common denominator is GROWTH!
I used to run for fun. Always, for tirelessly very long lengths of time. Up and down hills and on all types of terrain. In rain, wind, sun, heat, snow, it didn’t matter. Now, I’m particular about the terrain, temperature, and distance. Why? Because my knees ache from the surface or the climate or the distance. Again, because I’m older and I’ve been running for over 30 years. My knees don’t like running, but my head and heart love it.
One person’s excellent day might be another person’s Ok day. Since this measurement is almost impossible to account for, perhaps reversing the theory as “It doesn’t get much better than this”, might be a simpler way to measure your happiness.