Change


5
Jan 12

Any change in 2011? Musing on deep dark resolution evolutions.

Contrary to my husband’s view and honestly contrary to my own,

We can change behaviors.

But first we must change our thoughts.

That’s the really, really tough part.

Oh sure, at first it’s easy.

I will spread nothing but love, peace and joy to all those I encounter.

Then I come through the door with an armload of groceries to cook a fabulous-sit-and-talk-about-your-day meal for my family only to find my daughter heating a can of soup, my teenager polishing off half a meatloaf from night before and the youngest, well he’s nowhere to be seen. Seems last time anyone saw him, he was slipping Cinderella (the tortoise) in his book bag and heading for the door.

I’m sorry. I’m finding my 2012 resolution of becoming the High Priestess of Peace, Love and Joy utterly impossible to sustain for more than 30 minutes straight. (That’s if I didn’t encounter a human, then it drops to 30 seconds.)

So writing off of Mama Kat’s prompt, how did I do in 2011?

My big resolution was to change. I even wrote a column about it. One of the metaphors I used was being a middle-aged woman stuck with a bunch of high-waisted jeans in her closet. That seemed to be all that anyone took from the column.

Which was fine.

But I was serious about analyzing my behavior. Doing things that pushed me out of my comfort zone. Nothing crazy, nothing immoral, cruel or down-right stupid. (No matter what you say to me, jumping out of an airplane with a glorified cloth umbrella will always be stupid. )

So how did I do?

Did I CHANGE?

Yes.

Now, unfortunately is not dramatic tear down the old 60′s ranch and build a McMansion change. No, it was and is the kind of inward change not seen by the eye.

We have a history of buying old houses. When you buy a old house inevitably before you can redo kitchens, baths, all the wonderful things you can use and everyone can gape over — there usually is a lot of time and expense place on replacing wiring systems, plumbing, replacing all the crumbing duct work, new roof, air conditioning, insulation, repairing rotting wood and porches. Believe me. You can spend years and thousands of dollars rehabbing parts of your house that NO ONE will see.

But it’s necessary to make your home safe, temperature-controlled, energy-efficient and able to last another 112 years.

That’s the kind of change that I made in 2011. Changing the wiring of my brain toward positive energy, the holding of my tongue, the trying new things that scare me — but looking like it was no big deal. Saying positive little things to complete strangers even though at first it felt terribly odd.

Holding my tongue was big.

So I did keep my resolution somewhat — a change for the better down, deep inside.

What about you?

 


13
Jan 11

Musing on change. Step 3…discipline.

 

 

 

“Only the disciplined person will rise to his highest powers. The leader is able to lead others because he has conquered himself.”  J. Oswald Sanders

Reading this quote, I found it stunning in it’s simplicity yet undeniable truth.

Leadership is one thing that not everyone might aspire. (Fine — I get that.)

But rising to the height of their potential and gifts, who doesn’t want that?

First, we have to intentionally search for and discover our dream. Believe in ourselves and our goal. And then discipline our actions in all areas.

* Working hard.

* Staying up late or waking up early.

* Saying “no” to unhealthy urges.

* Saying “no” to healthy urges that want to turn unhealthy and drag us downward.

* Working hard.

* Taking time to withdraw and rest when society screams to stay up and go.

* Pushing through things that don’t come naturally because they are integral to our goal.

* Focus on the positive. Avoid dwelling on fearful thoughts as if they hold an electric shock.

* Hard work. Did I mention that one?

Discipline is really a subset of thinking before acting. I hope all this intentionality gets less exhausting.

Change is hard work.

Hard work is a discipline.

Discipline is intentional action.

Oh dear. I’m going to stop now.


12
Jan 11

Musing on ice.

I’ve been away for awhile. 

We traveled to Florida for the Disney Marathon Weekend. On Sunday afternoon here I was with some Madison friends. 

Hubs and me with the Sitzmann clan.

Kim and Dennis both ran the half too. Here we were Sunday afternoon…and while we were in sunny Central Florida we started hearing about the bad weather soon to hit Madison. 

We talked with a couple on a ride who were from Atlanta, down for the race. They were not going to try and come back as planned on Monday. 

We decided after seeing pictures from Atlanta Sunday night that we too would stay in Central Florida another day. Then rising Monday morning — hubby decided to go. So I as most dutiful bride packed and we went. The Sitzmanns headed back too. 

We texted occasionally about road conditions and other news. 

Everything was pretty good till 129 out of Gray. 441 from Eatonton was worse. 

Fun.

It was amazing how fast the conditions changed. One moment you’re fine. The next you’re thinking — okay — just a few miles more. 

A few miles can seem like an awful lot longer. When you’re creeping along hoping not to end up in a ditch. 

It’s funny. Wonder how many times we’re riding along in ice and ditches along side and not even know it. 

I really don’t want to think about it.


6
Jan 11

Musing on Change. Step one…be intentional.

 

This was a little table in our front hall yesterday.

 

A mess.

But a mess that reflects a lifetime.

There rests an ornament crafted by me as a Brownie. My daughter is now too old to be a Brownie.

Ornaments that a friend made for gifts in high school. Ornaments that hung on my tree as a child, hung on my husband’s tree as a child.

Don’t get me started on what the kids made buried in there.

Barney and Pooh ornaments I bought for our son who now can obscure an entire couch when lying down.

What does this have to do with change? Other than needing to change the way I put up the Christmas mess.

Time. It’s hopped on the back of our dog when he sniffs a new broad in the hood. He strains so at the leash our child can’t hold back his uncontrollable uber-powerful surge.

The leash wrenches from their grasp and he’s gone.

How can the last 40 years be represented on a three foot circle?

I want to be wise with how I spend my days this year.

Change one. Be intentional.

Think then act.

Not act then think…

what the heck did I do for the last 40 years?