Today the sun is shining. I woke up and instead of turning on my computer right away, I cracked open the bible and a Gandhi prayer book to kick me in to a 10 minute meditation. I smiled with my whole body and decided I was a happy, confident, good person who chooses in her thoughts, words, and deeds to do service to other living creatures.
I did my daily morning preparations, put on a face mask, and ate a muffin with milk for breakfast in the living room where I opened all of the shutters to let the natural sunlight pour in. Instead of turning on my computer to check my email, facebook, twitter, etc, I am writing a blog entry about this morning. It's not because I need to connect electronically, but because it is another way to be truthful in who I am.
I am staying present in each moment and in myself. I am being myself. I am happy. I am a living being. I am free. I am confident. I am good.
This is a good way to start the day.
Time to breathe!!!
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
It's never too late for New Years Resolutions
1. No more eating after 9 p.m. I am proof that it can make ANYONE odd shapes.
2. Exercise and stretch at least 3 hours a week for similar reasons as resolution number 1.
3. Read at least one leisure book a month.
4. Meditate for at least 20 minutes every day.
5. Get at least 8 hours of sleep each night.
6. Relax, relax, relax. No more worrying and stressing about EVERYTHING. When I notice myself worrying or stressing about something take a deep breath and smile.
Those are big tasks for now... whew... Good luck, me!
2. Exercise and stretch at least 3 hours a week for similar reasons as resolution number 1.
3. Read at least one leisure book a month.
4. Meditate for at least 20 minutes every day.
5. Get at least 8 hours of sleep each night.
6. Relax, relax, relax. No more worrying and stressing about EVERYTHING. When I notice myself worrying or stressing about something take a deep breath and smile.
Those are big tasks for now... whew... Good luck, me!
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
And inhale... And exhale...
It has taken me so long to remember what I used to love about myself. There has been so much back and forth; so much deconstruction and reconstruction. I have had enough of trying too hard and not trying enough. I have been an extremist on the verge of breaking. Now I realize what I miss about myself.
I miss that I used to always be at peace. I miss that I was never bored and that even when I was restless, it was with excitement. I miss that I could always find something that I was passionate about when everyone else looked around and saw abandonment. I miss that I was always in love with God, my spirit, and the fullness of life. I miss my zeal for fulfillment of my potential. I miss always searching and learning while being content with who and where I was. I've missed that. I've missed love. And I thought that I missed romance, you know, love. But I haven't. I've missed real love; pure love; unconditional love; spiritual love. I've missed loving myself. I haven't in a really long time. And that is what I need.
Somehow through all of the bustle and insanity that I have created I have managed to stay clinically sane, but only to the credit of singing. Music is the only thing that has stayed the same about me and it has been the only thing fighting for me. Finally, I'm letting it win the fight. I'm remembering why I loved it in the first place: It always reminds me of who I truly am. It always makes me feel and it always gives me the truth.
God, you have blessed more than I have been able to realize. I have seen it in these past few years. I had everything that I needed and honestly I still do, but I am blinded by lack of compliance and acceptance. I have forgotten how to appreciate. I finally feel like I can breathe again because I am remembering how to let go and let you take care of me. You have gotten me so far already, why shouldn't I trust you to take care of the rest?
I AM happy.
I AM full.
I AM peaceful.
I AM alive.
Forgetting that is suicide. And I wholeheartedly disagree with suicide.
It's too much work. =D
Love,
Andrea
I miss that I used to always be at peace. I miss that I was never bored and that even when I was restless, it was with excitement. I miss that I could always find something that I was passionate about when everyone else looked around and saw abandonment. I miss that I was always in love with God, my spirit, and the fullness of life. I miss my zeal for fulfillment of my potential. I miss always searching and learning while being content with who and where I was. I've missed that. I've missed love. And I thought that I missed romance, you know, love. But I haven't. I've missed real love; pure love; unconditional love; spiritual love. I've missed loving myself. I haven't in a really long time. And that is what I need.
Somehow through all of the bustle and insanity that I have created I have managed to stay clinically sane, but only to the credit of singing. Music is the only thing that has stayed the same about me and it has been the only thing fighting for me. Finally, I'm letting it win the fight. I'm remembering why I loved it in the first place: It always reminds me of who I truly am. It always makes me feel and it always gives me the truth.
God, you have blessed more than I have been able to realize. I have seen it in these past few years. I had everything that I needed and honestly I still do, but I am blinded by lack of compliance and acceptance. I have forgotten how to appreciate. I finally feel like I can breathe again because I am remembering how to let go and let you take care of me. You have gotten me so far already, why shouldn't I trust you to take care of the rest?
I AM happy.
I AM full.
I AM peaceful.
I AM alive.
Forgetting that is suicide. And I wholeheartedly disagree with suicide.
It's too much work. =D
Love,
Andrea
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