Today I have a story to share with you about hitting the reset button in your life.
Have you ever had this desire? To just hit a reset button when things are going sideways, or you’re feeling a bit lost or chaotic?
Recently I was doing some parallel play with a dear friend out at her lakehouse. This means we both had work to do, but we’d rather do it together in a beautiful location than apart in our own individual spaces. And there’s a reward for the hard work: floating on a raft with time to chit chat and soak in the summer sun.
So we’re working side by side, I’m on my computer, she’s working on her reflection from a recent retreat she was on, and suddenly she announces, “I just reset my whole calendar for the next year, and I feel fantastic!”
Later, when it was time to float, I learned what had happened. She realized that her life had become chaotic. The boundaries to her time had...
Yes–this blog is late. I like running things like clockwork, but sometimes you gotta go off of schedule for a bit, no? We just finished up four days and nights of fun and friendship when my bestie and her three kids visited to kick off the summer together. I hope yours was what you wanted as well!
One thing that didn’t get bumped was this week’s Jess on the Mountain podcast episode 16: How to Live On Purpose. I really enjoyed reflecting on living on purpose, and what that looks like. I realized that, to me, it doesn’t only mean living your “life purpose,” as in that one special passionate thing for each of us. It’s lived out in everyday moments, and the more these everyday moments are done with purpose, the more it is that no matter what you are doing with your one precious life, the more it will align with the highest good for you and for those whose lives you touch.
I narrow this “life on...
So, I did a thing. Not a thing I usually do, but I did it. I wrote a poem.
I feel like I should put quotes around the word poem because it doesn't rhyme, it doesn't have a structure, and it doesn't really have much of a rhythm. But it's not prose, and it came in creatively, so I'm calling it a poem.
It also expressed for me something that needed expressing. You see, while I was on my recent retreat to Chacala, Mexico with Dr. Deb Kern, I had a chance to focus on expelling some mental goblins. It's the negative self-talk voice in my head. (Perhaps you're familiar?) This is the voice that can keep me on the sidelines, knock me down a peg or two, and convince me that me being fully me would have some dire consequences. Like, I won't be liked.
This voice doesn't have much to say when I'm home and with people I'm comfortable with. But travel and strangers bring in the voice like my own personal doomsayer. So even getting to the retreat was a chance to start the...