Friday, August 3, 2012

Get Kissed Off!

Gabby Douglas wins all around gold in gymnastics,
sets a record, makes history,

& people want to criticize her hair?

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Scrunch Me (Nah, I Look Good)

A month of R&R, very little journaling,
loads of DVD watching (unusual for me).
somehow, nonetheless, starting a new journal
coincided with the end of Juyl/beginning of August.  
Below you see what's happening -- not much writing, really ...
just slow accumulation of images, text. 
These two pages were done from late July 30th through early this a.m. 
['Scrunch Me' - a request made to my Little Man, Davian,
to do his awesome 'Scrunchy Face'] 

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Little = Big: Part 2

Struggling to say all this eloquently -- oh well, just going to go with the thoughts.

This isn't a rebuttal, this thinking, to any other point of view.

I am curious as to why the "out there" functionality of seemingly every blog now exists.

I suspect a few things:
1.  People crave work satisfaction not found in current jobs.
2.  People want meaning:  in themselves, in what they do.
3.  People want to make money, especially the way some of the 'power bloggers' seem to.
4.  People crave personal validation, and are still conditioned to think it's externally source - blog hits, stats, comments, recognition, kudos, all that applause by which they measure success and worth
5.  People want the fantasy of all that -- ideas of glamour and influence and power and wealth and independence
6.  People want to matter and believe that's an "out there" quantified value.
7.  In the last 4-5 years, all of this has taken over as The Trend.

Out there is a myth.

Out there is right here - ME, as I am, every second of my process.  The rest, without the internal core, can't happen, or anyway can't sustain itself. 

How many of the people pursuing a personal business based on someone's 'how to do it' booklet, trying to create a blog/website-centered business, are motivated by NOT feeling they're enough?  Not enough to start with, certainly not enough if they don't have a self-made business, aren't participating in The Trend?

Who has stripped the value out of an individual's choice to work the proverbial 9-5 because she wants no part of building a home-based, self-propelled business?  What I do at my job is as valuable (to MY value, belief, & priority structure) as anything anyone else does toward a business of her own.  Financially, I have to work, of course.  But I choose to work my '9 to 5' gig, not build a business.

====== herein lies a whole speech that needs to happen about how I don't WANT to 'manage' others - not their time, their process, their anxieties, their growth, their accountability, their fantasies, their performance ... a speech for another time, I think =====

It's a worthy counter-dialogue, this.  I wonder if there are any women out there who would really like to be let OFF the 'Out There Is The Way' hook?  Women who'd like some nourishment validating, or anyway bringing forth, the discussion about not pursuing all that, not resume-building?  Women who'd like to pop the rose-colored Trend Lenses out of their spectacles and restore their personal vision(s)? 

You don't "push through" the kind of deep-core recoil I feel reading someone's 'how to build a business' booklet.  I learned not to bully myself, not to name-call, not to persist, not to label it "fear & flaw".  I learned to stop and say, "Whoa!  Clearly this isn't for me, this isn't ME, period.  So what IS?!" 

& in no way am I slamming building a business, or any of the outlines teaching insight to doing so.  They're great if that's who you are:  WHO YOU REALLY ARE.  But my idea of business is taking care of my family, my intimate circle of people and activities and all that relates to those -- and creating a life which gives me time for that and for myself. 

Why isn't it okay to say I'm a Business of One. 

Or to say, as I actually do:  "Business?  Blecch, tuey, ack, eesh, pfffft, NOT.  I'm about The Personal, Man!!!" 

& the personal, for me, is always right now.  Anything else, for me, is just distraction, falsely-motivated, or just talk-speak (jargon) or getting tangled in Trend. 

My life is none of that.  I won't allow it.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Little = Big, Part 1

Sometimes, I just want to write a piece (or 50) about my take on 'mindfulness', about process and NOW as my 'business', about what to do, feel, believe, when you have a mind like mine, one that is goal-allergic, dream-satiated, and when you're tired of feeling lacking because of it.  If we're each here to be our unique, awesome SELF, why is there any feeling of unworthiness attached to getting the cringes at the idea of having, let alone needing, a form of daily planner, a Blackberry, or a 5-year plan?  Or of experiencing profound recoil at the idea of A Business?  of not wanting a website, a brand, a logo, an assistant, a subscriber list, or any of the accompanying obligations? 

What about the legitimacy of being a  ... hmmmm ... a Business of One?  Which I am.  Tending fully to one, me, little=big, editing, honing, perfecting?  Visiting on-line blogs and circles occasionally, perhaps -- to glean, to put my toe in the big water, to see wazzup, but not much (or necessarily) to participate?  Why do accusations and assumptions follow that I'm 'NOT GIVING BACK'?  That I'm hording my gifts? 

They are inaccurate and demeaning.

I am essentially introverted, solitary, very very particular about who enters my inner circle and who stays.  Who and what.  Being this way isn't a claim to operating, existing, out of fear, stinginess, holding back.  Where did those declarations come from and why are they perpetrated without challenge? 

Thought:  NOT needing applause or audience as an ongoing or consistent element of my daily life speaks to me of my core, its existence.  Usually when I'm driven to seek either applause or audience (or both) I'm driven by insecurities prompted, resurrected, by reading yet another "out there" focused blog post, article, 'success story'. 

I'm not a creative spinster:  dry or crackly or lonely or scary -- or SCARED -- because I basically create alone, and for my own eyes.

My activity range is small, by choice.  I do what I most want to do, when I do anything at all:  journal, family, domestic things, reading, even errands.

My personal interactive group is small, by choice.  I attend to those who mean the most, with quality, focus, 'mindfulness' (as defined by me), and my practice of always enhancing, nourishing, the NOW.

My creative projects are few, by choice.  I want!  to JOURNAL!  And be accessible, available, to my inner circle.  I've prioritized what I value most to allow me to enjoy creating what I love.

My dream list is nearly non-existent, by choice.  My life is the dream, because I've spent two decades of focused 'soul work' learning to let go in order to nourish what I value at my core.  I can say YES because I own my own time.  Even work is a choice I've made.

My false selves are fewer, and ever diminishing, by choice, by deliberate practice, effort, attention.  I want that space for my true self.  I want truth, I want honesty, I don't want any hiding, I don't want any fragmenting off onto fantasy/false tangents and wasting precious time there. 

Three years ago, I realized what my modus operandi is:  Little = Big.  Less (activity, people) means exponential improvement on the quality of my interactions everywhere.  Much more to work through, explaining all this to myself.