As I sit here tapping away on my keyboard to “Radio” by Hot Chelle Rae (how cute is that song?) and sipping on my protein shake following a decent workout, I’m pondering a thought from Honest Rachael, who posted to the world about spreading a little more love throughout the entire month of February. I loved her insightful blog post and commented that I would join her in spreading a little more love throughout the month. The thought I had this morning, though, is that in order to spread love or give of ourselves or do anything somewhat extraordinary (which happens daily for some people) is to BE CONSCIOUS.
If I just go along my merry way, letting life take me where it will, then I will most likely be tossed to and fro (physically as well as emotionally) without truly regarding my own personal power to do something. I can do my little workout each morning, spend time in personal devotion, write a blog, do dishes & laundry, cook, clean, and do whatever else I do in a given day with little motivation or notice of the days and weeks and months and years that pass…or I can be conscious of my life and my time and live deliberately–making goals and feeling accomplishment and power and influence.
I have been touched by those who live to conquer fear and reach their goals–no matter how lofty and far-reaching. One of these people is Evan Sanders, who recently completed a book and writes a blog about becoming a better man. I admire his courage and leaps of faith as he has struggled through adversities with amazing positivity and the vision of what he wants to do and who he will become. Way to go, Evan! Just reading a post from him gives me a push to keep going and want to be better. 🙂
Well, my protein shake is almost done, and I need to hit the shower…but I will leave you with this question, a thought, and a few Happy Monday tunes. First the question: How can you be more conscious of your decisions and the way you spend your time?
Here’s the thought: You have personal power and the love you show may be someone else’s inspiration…so get to work!!!!
And, of course, the music: 🙂
And, as always, HUGS!
Five of them, actually. I dusted the five small shades that sit atop those bulbs that remind me of the ones my mother used to buy to put in the plastic electric “candles” that she put in the window for Christmas. The entire fixture is hanging by a chain the color of ebony, with an equally dark cord interwoven through the chain’s links. Our kitchen table is under this light, and it gets turned off and on myriad times during a given day as we eat and clean and dance and cook in the kitchen.
Today, following a good floor scrubbing (“Sing, Sweet Nightingale” anyone?), I noticed these miniature lamp shades and wondered if they could be wiped down in order to remove the dust which had built up on each’s sloped, cone-like contours. I dampened a paper towel lightly, perched upon a chair to reach, and began wiping.
The shades didn’t magically transform into crisp, clean, cream-colored shades. But, some of the dust did come off of them (and I have the grey-stained paper towels in my trash can to prove it).
As I had a small amount of clean paper towel after dusting the fifth shade, I walked toward the light switch panel and wiped off marks from multiple fingers…and I switched the light I had just dusted from OFF to ON…and guess what I saw….
And the light was brighter than it had been previously. Just doing a little dusting could do that? I was amazed.
Then, I began to think of places in my life that might need a little dusting so they can shine a little brighter…and I decided to blog about my experience so I could ponder along with you, my dear friends.
What parts of your life might need to be cleaned up a bit in order for you to feel illuminated? What goal(s) will you set today in order to accomplish this feat? (You are totally up for it! I believe in you!!!!) Feel free to talk to me in the comment box or on Facebook or Twitter. I LOVE to hear what you are thinking…! Sending hugs, as always!
So, I didn’t get to watch any “chick flicks” during Valentine’s week…in fact, I’ve been on a movie-watching hiatus for the last several weeks (except what I end up viewing with my little people)…& so, after my workout this morning, I thought, “I’m going to watch Shall We Dance? before I have to take it back to the library this week.” Then, I remembered the scene when Richard Gere’s character says to his wife (as he’s confessing why he didn’t tell her about his dancing lessons) something about feeling guilty for being too happy.
Have you seen this film? Here is the love song played over a scene toward the end of it….
I have seen the movie several times, not just because I love the dancing (which I do), and not just because I love the love song in it (which I do), but because his words during that scene are meaningful to me.
I have been blessed repeatedly in my life…not that my life has been “perfect” (is anyone’s?)…I’ve had my share of troubles and adversities…but my joys have been sweet and my blessings have been many…and sometimes, I do feel a little guilty for wanting to be a little happier…to change something in my life for the better.
Am I alone?
When I think of all that I’ve been able to accomplish in my (relatively) short life, I wonder if I should be able to want anything more…if wanting more is right…if wanting more is good….
I’m not talking about things, mind you; I’m talking about accomplishing goals–like publishing a novel or taking a certain trip with certain loved ones or raising my children to be well-adjusted, happy, responsible citizens. Sometimes I think I don’t deserve any more happiness…like I’ve had my allotted share and I don’t deserve any more. Maybe I need to take some dancing lessons…?