Granted, life itself is pretty special, but my day to day modus operandi sometimes borders on the surreal. I’ve been approaching life as though most days were something out of the ordinary and therefore special exceptions are to be made. You know how it is when you’ve got a show or special event coming up? That’s what the last couple of years have been like. It’s that mind set that says, “Hey, I wouldn’t normally approach things like this, but this is special.”
Well, it’s not. It’s my life.
I’ve worked from home for about a year and a half now. This is by choice. My husband and I are each working on crafting the living that we want and need, so we’re often in the ‘this is a new direction’ thought process. It’s an odd way to live. There’s rarely any external guidance, like needing to show up for a job. There’s plenty of motivation, though — like needing to earn a living. Shifting from a lifetime of someone else’s work to choosing my own destiny — well, there’s no way to really prepare for that.
But, one thing I can consciously choose to do is to understand. This IS my life. It’s not a special occasion or call for a short term sacrifice. I live it quite fully and (most of the time) happily. Today, I choose to be conscious of the fact that this is my daily existence and imbue it with the peace that brings.
Susan Scot Fry
Today certainly has been a slice of life. When I think about it, I can only smile. But, if I didn’t think about it, I’d feel like poop. Funny how this is working.
The day started with (downer) discovering a theft; included a lovely note (upper) from a hitherto unknown kindred spirit; became enmeshed in a bureaucracy (big downer) who’s mission is to be supportive but which seems steeped in suspicious dogma; ran headlong (down, down, downer) into several brick walls; received a call out of the blue(up, up, upper) from a person volunteering to help; and is winding down with a husband sick in bed (da-downer) with a 102 degree fever; and my yahoo email is all kerfluffled. That last one is a downer, too by-the-way.
The evaluative stack weighed much heavier downward today than upward — at first glance. The act of thinking about and releasing it has magically transformed it all into a good day. A good life.
All except that email thing. That’s got me.
Significantly and Consciously,