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Wednesday, February 1, 2017
January Round-Up
Welcome to my first ever monthly round-up, where I get to rave on all the awesomeness I've been digging this past month.
Wednesday, January 25, 2017
Kindness Matters
I recently read the book by Jonathan Fields How to Live a Good Life. While I plan on doing a more in-depth recap soon, I wanted to share a piece of the book that really stood out to me.
In the section on contribution buckets, Jonathan writes under the sub-heading Give to Glow,
"Turns out even the mere thought of being of service to others activates the part of the brain that releases the feel-good neurotransmitter dopamine. That makes us feel great and want to do more. It triggers an enhanced sense of purpose and well-being and gives us that deeply yearned-for feeling that we matter. That the things we do, at least in the moment, have meaning.
"Giving, it turns out, not only begets more giving, feeling good, and wanting to do more, but also deepens our sense of purpose."
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
Effin Good
If you saw my recent post on Instagram, you’ve seen this
quote before. I just love it. Partly because it’s a little edgy and I’m a
mom of three young kids, and I like a little edge now and then. But mostly, I love this quote because it
reminds me that it’s okay to try something new, and to be – and this is the
kicker – just okay at it. To be good enough.
To do something before we’re ready. To put something “out there” while we’re
still a little unsure about it. To try
our best, and let our best be enough.
Even if that means that later, looking back, we see how truly horrible
our best used to be. That’s all a part
of the process, a part of life. If we
wait until we’re ready, until everything is perfect before we begin, we’ll
never do a damn thing. And that’s not
the life I want.
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
We are all broken and that's okay
Leonard Cohen, Anthem
I've been thinking about how each of us has our own scars, our own cracks, our own broken bits which we may hide or cover or bury deep within us. Maybe not even allowing our spouses, or friends, or even ourselves to see them, to acknowledge them. The crack may be have formed long ago in childhood, and as each year passes, the pressures of life press on it, forcing it to expand outward. And we can keep ignoring it, but that doesn't change the fact that it's there. Perhaps the cracks we have are from loss, from a broken heart. Maybe we are so afraid of letting them surface that we hide them from others and ourselves. Maybe we numb out to keep from feeling them. There are drugs, and alcohol, food and online shopping. Any number of things we can use to push the feelings down, to try to fill the cracks.
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