Wow! It’s been ages since I’ve done any blogging and I’ve seriously missed it. Why the sabbatical, you may ask? No good reason, really. Busy with a new job (that I’ve been at for a year and 3 months now-so not really new I guess), busy with teenagers (the oldest is actually in her first year of college now-and living away from home), and busy at home (aside from cleaning and laundry-which is a full time job for any mom-my fav thing to do is read, so maybe not so busy at home).
So, um, yeah. No good reason for not blogging.
Which makes me wonder, why is it that I’ve not been doing something that both makes my heart smile and speaks to my soul. It’s one of the few things that comes completely naturally to me and takes very little effort to do. I even bought a new Mac months ago solely for the purpose of writing, and yet, this is the first time I’ve done it.
When I’m in my zone, when the words are coming together and literally flowing from my mind to my hands to my screen, I’m in a state of pure bliss. My mind is incredibly calm, despite the narrative playing out in it and the momentary pauses to find just the right words, my body is at peace (aside from my belly full of a bowl of moose tracks ice cream I just ate) and I’m completely present.
Who wouldn’t want that feeling of being totally immersed in an activity they love?
I ask myself again, why have I been denying myself of this purely unadulterated love?
Why don’t we make time for the things we love to do?
We somehow convince ourselves that there is greater benefit in doing anything other than what brings us that sheer enjoyment. We come up with myriad excuses to justify why we’re not doing the things that rejuvenate us, recharge our batteries and energize our spirits. Like soaking in the tub, going for a walk, getting a massage, or reading a book (the one thing I ALWAYS make time for personally).
We think that the other daily chores, if you will, are more important than relaxing and indulging in soul soothing activities. The laundry, the dishes, cleaning the house, going to work, eating, and sometimes doing nothing even takes precedence over nurturing our inner selves.
We only have a limited time in this body, on this earth, living this life. I’m of the opinion that in order to make the most of our days and be the best, most loving, most present and serene people we are intended to be, we must make time for the things that make our shoulders drop.
You know what I mean when I say “shoulder drop”, right? The feeling you get when you’re near the water, or take in a breathtaking view of the mountains. The instant relaxing of your mind, your body, your spirit, and your soul. The softening of your edges, the calming of your world.
The more peaceful and grounded you are, the more relaxed you become and the people around you benefit too. A calming energy brings peace to its surroundings. When you carve out time for yourself, you fill your own cup and have plenty left over to fill others with too.
That’s what the world truly needs.
So do the things that make you happy. Take the time, make the time, carve out the time, or heck, get up earlier if you need to. We all have the same 24 hours in every day, but it’s what we do with those hours that really counts.
As for me, I’m going to make a promise (to myself and to the one or two other people that might read this) that I’m going to make the time to blog every day for the next 7 days. It may seem like a minor thing, but it’s a commitment to myself to take a step, and every journey begins with just one step
Writing is just one of the many things that makes my heart smile, and a happy heart just feels so damn good!
If you are reading this, do me a solid and take up the cause. What one little thing will you promise to do for the next 7 days that makes YOUR heart smile?
I'm a Certified Body Language Trainer and Speaker, columnist for Canadian Firefighter magazine and self publish author. I've combined my love of personal development with my passion for the fire service and I teach fire service members across Canada about the power of body language.