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Once again, Think Smarter (Twitter) nailed it. I think that one of the biggest traps most of us fall into, at least at some points in our lives, is the need to be “right.” I admit that I fall into this trap quite often. One time, someone very wise said to me, “What does “right” even mean?” When you think about it, you could take just about any subject in the entire world and you could find people who whole-heartedly, with every ounce of their beings, believe that they are undoubtedly RIGHT, at the complete opposite ends of the spectrum.

When I was still a kid, my mother had a long, drawn out jury duty. Of course, she was not allowed to discuss the case with anybody, including her fellow jurors. She really clicked with one juror and they had lunch together throughout the trial. She said that they only thing that they ever discussed during the trial was just how completely obvious that they each thought the verdict was (without discussing the actual verdict), in this particular case. Imagine to my mother’s total surprise, that when it came to casting their votes, that they both voted for the completely opposite verdict.

When we get stuck on our need to be right or we have a strong need for others’ approval for what we are doing, we give away our peace and we give away our power. I think that my husband has figured out that when my scary, fiery temper comes out, he can extinguish it immediately with, “You are right. I am sorry.” (I am willing to bet that half the time, he really doesn’t even think I am right, but let’s keep that to ourselves, dear husband) What else can I say to that response? And why don’t I do some introspection as to why it is so important for me to be right? What does that really get me?

I only have the power and the responsibility to decide what is right for me, and then to create the boundaries around myself, to protect my way of life. That’s a big enough onus, in itself, for me to handle. Sometimes “just my life” is a lot to handle. At the same time, I am the only one who gets to decide what is right for me. No one gets a vote in that, unless I specifically ask for someone’s input. And even then, other people’s advice is just up for my consideration. Otherwise, as the saying goes, “What other people think about me, is none of my business.” In the end, I decide what is right for me. I believe that this is the Divine Design. We were each given one body, one life, one set of circumstances to deal with in this lifetime, and that is very complicated, in itself. It is all that one adult person can handle.

I read something recently that when people are acting in ways that are driving you crazy, or you seeing them heading for a train wreck decision, and you so sure that you can school them on the “right” way, take a pause. Take a pause, take a breath, and then just say to yourself, “Wouldn’t it be nice if this driver used his turn signal, or the PTA members weren’t so petty, or this clerk was polite . . . . . . ?” Then, do what you can do, to extricate yourself from the situation, conversation, expectation, etc. and then go on calmly, with your own precious day, which is a rare, priceless unit, making up the totality of your own single precious life. As as hard as it can be, choosing peace over being “right“, is the healthiest, most serene way to live.

Fortune for the day – “The journey is the reward.” – Chinese proverb

You Are The Sky

Fortune for the day – “All things grow with time except grief.” – Jewish Proverb

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Today, I woke up feeling really good. After a few nights of really good sleep, my energy is starting to come back. My daughter and I sang along to songs today, on the way to school, and we laughed at each other’s goofy renditions of the songs. It feels good to feel good. Yet, honestly, it’s hard to feel good on a consistent basis in this very fast-paced world, a world that offers up a constant onslaught of information (real or fake or misinterpreted or emotionally charged or all of the above, or who really knows?) coming at us, at every level. We learn about the hardships and tragedies of everyone we care about, at the flick of the open button on Facebook or our text chats or emails. We feel the anger and divisiveness and righteousness, rolling out at us like a raging fire, from our TV screens or our computer screens, when we watch the news channels’ reactions and Twitter feeds, about last night’s state of the union speech. It’s hard for anyone to stay above the crazy storm of emotionality that fills our world these days, and that storm is hard on all of us – physically, mentally and spiritually. The growing, ferocious storm sucks us in, and it drains us of our vitality and of our strength.

For today, I think that I am going to very deliberately handle anything that pulls up an emotional charge for me, in a very conscious, considered manner. I will let myself briefly feel that feeling that got churned up inside of me, and then I will put the situation into my prayer box with a knowingness that it’s all going to be okay. It always is. It’s all going to be okay. I believe, with my whole heart, that Forces bigger than me have this whole Life thing all figured out, and I must walk the talk of my faith. I will let that faith tinge every reaction which I have, to any bit of the storm onslaught that comes my way. My compassion for myself and for others will be filled with a confident faith. My awe for the beauty of the natural world will be filled with a confident faith. My desire for those whom I love and care about to have peace and healing, will be filled with a confident faith. My guilt-free laughter will roar with a confident faith. My gratitude for another day of miraculous life will be filled with a confident faith. I will go to sleep easily and soundly tonight, because I will have let myself feel good all day long. These good feelings will allow me to fall asleep soundly, because like a squirrel collecting his nuts, I will have created a pile of well-being for myself, all coming from the Source inside of me and surrounding me – my over-spilling, confident faith.

I’m A Sloth

There’s a dead sloth lying in my pool area. (Either that or he is sunbathing) My dogs are brutal to their toys. I’m kind of feeling like their sloth toy right now. As you can see, I’m a little late with my blog post today. The taskmaster in me said, “Lady, you are not allowed to open up your blog page until you do those damn planks and sit-ups! And I mean it! Don’t you test me!” So the rebellious child in me, smiled sweetly and then meandered around and did everything else she could think of instead of exercises – tried on a new lipstick, looked for a replacement door latch on Amazon, sent funny, snarky texts to friends and relatives, and then, she even started doing not such fun things, such as bringing in the garbage cans, doing dishes, picking up soggy, germ-y dog toys (hence the picture) and even picking up dog do, to boot.

Why do I find it so hard to get back to my groove, after a trip?? It’s not like I was gone for a three week safari, six time zones away. It was just a long weekend away, in the same time zone. It was a long weekend of eating and drinking whatever I wanted (on a pretty much constant basis) without one mere glimmer of a thought about doing planks and sit-ups. It was just a four day hiatus from healthy living, and yet, trying to get back to my healthy norm has been nothing short of torturous.

My youngest son texted this morning that he has started doing a “prison workout.” I texted him back, asking him “WHY?!?” and meaning the question, at so many different levels. My son explained that one, he is not actually in prison (phew), or even preparing for prison (sigh of relief). He explained that the prison workout just works with your own body weight. Hmmmm. No wonder why I didn’t want to get back to my planks (at so many different levels). I had definitely added a few more pounds of weight to the workout, after the weekend that I just enjoyed and I just don’t feel ready for more weight to work with, in my current exercise regime. It’s the ultimate Catch-22.

Here’s the fortune for the day – “When an ordinary man attains knowledge, he is a sage. When a sage attains understanding, he is an ordinary man. – Zen saying

The Bright Side

Fortune for the day –“If you wish to be loved, love.” – Seneca

As a getting older person, I admittedly sometimes question all of the fast-based, interesting changes society is going through (me-“Why does that nice, talented young man, Post Malone have so many tattoos on his face?” daughter -“Mom, he’s doing self-expression.” me- “Okay, please promise me that you’ll never self-express that way, okay?”) and all of the new technology and all of the craziness which I perceive that some of these changes, have brought into our lives. However, as I am noticing myself having more and more careless “senior moments”, I have to say that I truly appreciate a lot of the instant gratification and information onslaught, which is available at almost a twitch of my nose, these days.

For instance, my flight landed home, on Sunday, right after the Super Bowl started. (My husband REALLY APPRECIATED my travel scheduling choice – HA!) Anyway, my favorite part of the Super Bowl has always been the commercials, so I was delighted this morning, to just watch every commercial, right in a row (this is the only time in the year that I am very delighted to binge watch commercials) which I had missed, since I didn’t get home until late in the second quarter of the game. YouTube had them all ready and set up for me. I love it!

Another example – Recently I wrote “10:30 a.m.” on my calendar square, for today. Yep, despite my New Year’s resolution to get better about my calendar skills, that’s all she wrote – “10:30 a.m.” Last week, I sheepishly started to ask my husband and daughter if they had any idea what I might be up to, at 10:30 am on Monday. They looked at me like I had two heads. I decided to blot out the “10:30 a.m.” scribble, with a black Sharpie, on my very old-fashioned paper calendar, hoping to blot it out of my mind as well. Still, the question of where I was maybe supposed to be, or who might be showing up to my house this morning, was nagging at me, constantly. Luckily, though, my young millennial doctor, is very tech happy/savvy and over the weekend, I got about 82 reminders via texts, emails, and voicemails that I have a follow-up shot appointment, today at 10:30 am. I suppose that there must be something in my medical chart, vaguely suggesting early-onset Alzheimer’s.

Final recent example, to illustrate my point – my friends and I were discussing TV shows/series that we have enjoyed watching and I couldn’t think of “Fleabag”. (I don’t think that this is part of my growing senior moment memory loss collection, as I have never been great about remembering names of anybody or of anything, since I learned to talk.) Anyway, I googled something like “name of show where dark-haired British lady scares husband in shower.” Google – Fleabag. Just like that. Boom! Drop the mic. I think that’s wonderful. I am paranoid about privacy issues, yet I adore that Google knows exactly what I am thinking/doing/talking about, at all times. Google normalizes me. I love Google for that fact!

So, moral of the story – there are always two sides to the coin and it is best to focus on the bright and shiny side, right? Now, I have to go get ready for my 10:30 appointment. I have to psych myself up for an old-fashioned shot in the arm. Unfortunately, some things never change.

Soul Sunday

Fortune for the Day – “Joy and sorrow are the shade and light of life; without light and shade no picture is clear.” – Hazrat Inayat Khan

Readers, Sundays aren’t just for football. (But hey, Happy Super Bowl Sunday!) Here at Adulting- Second Half, Sundays are reserved for the poetic side of ourselves. Every Sunday, I share a poem and I ask you to share your poems in the Comments. It’s a nice way to dive into the heart a little bit, before the often analytical work week begins.

Life is Love

Perhaps one of the sweetest gifts of aging,

Is a paused appreciation,

Of just about everything.

A wisdom, a hilarity, a knowing,

A peacefulness,

Comes in at the lulls,

more than it every came before.

In the paused moment,

Gazing at the wonder of it all,

Choosing to put the internal narrator on mute,

Even for the slightest moment,

Brings beautiful calming clarity.

The slowing down that comes from growing older,

Inevitably brings more gifted pauses,

All to remind me of one truth,

Life is Love.

These Shoes Weren’t Made for Walking

Fortune for the day –“Fall seven times, stand up eight.” – Japanese proverb

This fortune is really apropos because last night I chose to wear these exotic looking, high-heeled bootie shoes, that are probably meant to just remain on a shelf, like beautiful works of art. And last night, we walked. A lot. And I complained. A lot. It was a wonderful, fun, funny, exhausting evening and my feet still hurt. That’s all I have to say for today, friends. I’ve got to rest everything today. Especially my feet.

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Friday Flights of Fancy

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Fortune for the day – “In every human being, there is a special heaven whole and unbroken.” – Paracelsus

Happy Friday!! Happy Favorite Things Friday!! I am away from my normal routine, surroundings, resources. Last night we went to a wonderful restaurant that served Spanish tapas. Everything we ate last night was so wonderful. Spanish tapas is definitely my new favorite. Please don’t ask me to pronounce anything we ate last night. I group it all in one word . . . . delicious.

Today, since I am away on a trip, far from my pile of thoughts and research, I am not going to write my traditional blog post, listing three favorite things, songs, books, products, etc. New readers, please check out previous Friday posts for more favorites.

Recently, I read an article about the best small towns to visit in each state. Based on the fact that some of the towns that were listed that I have visited, and they are some of my favorite places that I have ever visited, I have put some of the other towns which I have never visited on my bucket list. Here are some of the towns on the list. At the very least, they are worth a little research if you are looking for a great, quaint, weekend getaway. The first eight I have visited and can vouch for, they are definitely “Favorites” worthy. The rest are recent additions to my bucket list.

Sanibel Island, FL

Carmel, CA

Sedona, AZ

Edgartown, MA

Whitefish, MT

Cape May, NJ

Williamsburg, VA

Berkeley Springs, WV

Magnolia Springs, AL

Eureka Springs, AK

Breckenridge, CO

Dahlonega, GA

Ketchum, ID

Bar Harbor, ME

Stowe, VT

Cannon Beach, OR

Taos, NM

Moab, UT

Spearfish, SD

Happy Friday! Happy weekend, readers! Happy travels! Happy everything!

Saudade

Fortune for the Day – “Spread love everywhere you go.” – Mother Teresa

I am writing this in the wee hours of the morning before I head to the airport for my weekend trip with my college friends. On my calendar, in today’s space, I had written, “Write my blog about Brazilian “saudade” (sounds something like sow-da-ji).” Now I’ve mentioned on this blog before, how my calendar is marked all over with my incredibly sloppy handwriting , and questionable abbreviations, so once again, despite my vows to do better, I was left with the question, “Huh?”

I’m not sure where or when I heard of the word “saudade”, but in doing my research this morning, it turns out that saudade is a word that describes a feeling – a feeling so intense, that the country of Brazil has made January 30th, a day to officially celebrate saudade. This is how Wikipedia describes saudade:

Saudade is a deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one cares for and/or loves. Moreover, it often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might never return.[3] One English translation of the word is missingness, although it might not convey the feeling of deep emotion attached to the word “saudade”. Stronger forms of saudade might be felt towards people and things whose whereabouts are unknown, such as a lost lover, or a family member who has gone missingmoved away, separated, or died.

Saudade was once described as “the love that remains” after someone is gone. Saudade is the recollection of feelings, experiences, places, or events that once brought excitement, pleasure, well-being, which now triggers the senses and makes one live again. It can be described as an emptiness, like someone (e.g., one’s children, parents, sibling, grandparents, friends, pets) or something (e.g., places, things one used to do in childhood, or other activities performed in the past) that should be there in a particular moment is missing, and the individual feels this absence. It brings sad and happy feelings together: sadness for missing and happiness for experiencing the past.

It’s not lost on me, that on this official day of Saudade, I am embarking on a reunion with women who are dear to me. I am meeting up with women who I met when I was 18 years old, over 30 years ago. Back then, we were all just on the cusps of our first half of adulting. We had just passed over the thresholds of our childhoods, into the earliest stages of becoming adults. We met on a bucholic, beautiful college campus, having no idea of what our lives, shared and individually, had in store for us. We were fresh-faced, eager, confident, excited and scared, all at the same time. A lot of life has happened in those 30 years – marriages, divorces, births and deaths, curvy career paths, and a few extra wrinkles and pounds. Other than a few hard-wired personality traits and habits, we aren’t anything like those 18-year-olds who connected with each other, so long ago. Will we feel saudade for those very young versions of ourselves, this weekend? Will we feel saudade for those young ladies who entered college without the internet or cell phones to distract us? Will we feel saudade for all of the possibilities that had lain before us, those many, many years ago when we first met each other? Of course, most likely we will feel saudade. As we approach 50, more of our lives are likely behind us than in front of us anymore, and that’s okay. We’ve helped each other share in the beautiful fruits of life, and we’ve helped each other bear the scars which some of the thorns of life have made. When we look at each other, we still see that fresh-faced, eager, confident, excited yet scared, young lady behind the eyes of our friends, and we know that we have a lot more memories to make and to share with each other in the years to come. All of that equals more added saudade for our precious Bubble, but only in the best definition of the word.

Travel Notice

Fortune for the day – “We are not separate from Being. We are in it.” – Plotinus

Is it just me or has January 2020 just flown by? I literally looked at my calendar this morning and counted the weeks to make sure that I got my fair share of January days. Apparently, I did. This was a recent post from Think Smarter that resonated with me:

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This weekend I am headed out for my annual reunion with my best friends from college. It is always such a mind-clearing, restful, loving experience. Sometimes the reunion is just crazy and funny and all about letting it all hang out. Sometimes the reunion is serious and feels like a continual group hug from start to finish. A lot of the times, it is a mix of both of these things. It also helps to get a break from our every day lives. All of us friends are moms. As moms, we have to manage our own lives and calendars, as well a few others’ lives and calendars. (And truthfully, even though we are technically not supposed to, we secretly worry about the calendars and the care of the kids who we have (kind of) cut loose, as well) So, honestly, sometimes one of the best aspects of going on this annual ladies’ reunion, is to get a little break from all of that planning and plotting that we all do on a daily, weekly, yearly basis. We, on this weekend, as individual ladies, get to choose what one person wants to eat, what one person wants to drink, what time one person goes to bed and what time one person wants to wake up in the morning. We are always hang loose on these happy reunions, because we understand that we all need a breath-releasing break from each of our every day responsibilities and concerns.

Readers, I always bring my computer on every trip that I take during the year, and I typically do a daily blog post. I sometimes contemplate giving myself a vacation from the blog when I am away on trips, but then I say to myself, “That feels like a punishment. I love writing and connecting with my readers. Why would I do that to myself?”

So, I plan to bring my computer with me this weekend. I most likely will do a blog post every day, but if I don’t, just realize that I am doing what is best for me that day. I will be doing what is best to keep my creative juices flowing. I am going to just take each moment, one at a time, and savor it. I plan to just see where the flow takes me, because Plotinus is right, Being knows what It is doing and I am happy to be part of that Knowing. My trip is “going with the Flow.”

Go To Sleepy, Little Baby

Fortune for the day – Let the beauty you love be what you do.” – Rumi

Yesterday I was a cranky little bi-otch. I was Moody Trudy to the extreme. In my younger years, I would have over-analyzed all of my thoughts and feelings relating to this annoying cloud of doom which I carried with me all day, but this time, my older wiser self, said to me, “Oh for goodness sake, don’t be a Drama Queen, you slept terribly the night before. Watch something slightly boring before you go to bed (we did, we watched The Curse of Oak Island . . . for some reason we love this show, although I would never call it scintillating) and go to bed early and you’ll feel better in the morning.”

The older, wiser part of me was right. She takes a no-nonsense approach to life and I secretly find that comforting. Today, I feel so much better. Nothing circumstantially really has changed from yesterday to today, in my life, other than a well-rested mind and body. Ah, what a difference!

Amusing quotes about sleeping, forthcoming:

“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?”
― Ernest Hemingway

“Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight.”
― Phyllis Diller

“Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone.”
― Anthony Burgess

“There is no sunrise so beautiful that it is worth waking me up to see it.”
― Mindy Kaling

“Some people talk in their sleep. Lecturers talk while other people sleep”
― Albert Camus