Another turn of the calendar and a fresh new month. I disappeared last month as January flew by—you might have noticed that I rarely blogged, tweeted or connected with you lovely souls. I missed our community and am looking forward to getting back into the flow. Some of you already know about my news from yesterday…
I have spent the last few days soaking up an overwhelming amount of inspiration from so many of you. When I started this blog, I hoped to connect with kindred spirits. I did not realize the kind of impact you would have on me. This poem came to me today in a quiet moment…
It is hard to believe that we’re well into the middle of Martha Beck’s book, The Joy Diet. It seems to me that every week I fall behind—and then I remember this is not a race. Thinking about The Joy Diet as a practice instead of a requirement has softened me in a way that is hard to describe.
Before I finished reading this chapter, I assumed I knew the meaning of nothing. On the first few pages I found Martha Beck’s words, “…doing just about anything is preferable to doing nothing,” and convinced myself that I was destined for defeat – doomed to a week of 15-minute sections of required silence. This is the problem with assumptions.
Life is full of twists and turns. You can be cruising along and before you realize it, there is a fork in the road. As a control freak, these surprise curves and bumps along the way can really throw me off course. I have discovered that when all else fails, there are two easy ways to get me back on track – settling into my routine and remembering to be grateful.
