Friday, December 26, 2014
Sunday, August 31, 2014
Defined as Burnout
Last night my sis and I were talking about our woes, it wasn't until my walk to the post office today that it sunk in with my of what I told her. During the conversation I said, "My adult interaction through my work days are short, some 30 seconds some 5 minutes, but it's all about what others need, what they want." I continued saying, "These conversations I have are not about making decisions, they're not real conversation, they are about appeasing others and ensuring their needs are taken care of."
That said, I am listening to a book by Parker J. Palmer, Let Your Life Speak; walking to the post office I had this plugged into my ear. In chapter 3, Palmer begins to explain what burnout is, he describes it as doing something you are not passionate about and "burning out" on the needs, the actions, on the people involved. Too many times I have experience this!
Today I am burned out of taking dictations from others. I am burned out from defending my roles, my opinions, my actions. I am burned out from not having healthy adult interactions in business. I am burned out from not living my potential, not living my passion. You ask why I don't change this, because of shame, because of vulnerability.
Not long ago I was questioning why I am afraid of this and why I hesitate on accomplishing that. Turning these questions inside, I realized it is shame and vulnerability, so I wrote a letter to my shame and to my vulnerability, outing them both and willing them out of my life. Perhaps if I post it, then it will happen :) It is amazing how I have let both shame and vulnerability rule my life for so long.
Enough of my pity party and enough of my burnouts! I am trading my donkey in for a horse, trading my weaknesses for my limits and trading my potentials for my strengths (Limits and Potential, Palmer).
Here's to doing more!
That said, I am listening to a book by Parker J. Palmer, Let Your Life Speak; walking to the post office I had this plugged into my ear. In chapter 3, Palmer begins to explain what burnout is, he describes it as doing something you are not passionate about and "burning out" on the needs, the actions, on the people involved. Too many times I have experience this!
Today I am burned out of taking dictations from others. I am burned out from defending my roles, my opinions, my actions. I am burned out from not having healthy adult interactions in business. I am burned out from not living my potential, not living my passion. You ask why I don't change this, because of shame, because of vulnerability.
Not long ago I was questioning why I am afraid of this and why I hesitate on accomplishing that. Turning these questions inside, I realized it is shame and vulnerability, so I wrote a letter to my shame and to my vulnerability, outing them both and willing them out of my life. Perhaps if I post it, then it will happen :) It is amazing how I have let both shame and vulnerability rule my life for so long.
Enough of my pity party and enough of my burnouts! I am trading my donkey in for a horse, trading my weaknesses for my limits and trading my potentials for my strengths (Limits and Potential, Palmer).
Here's to doing more!
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
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Wednesday, July 9, 2014
The Plane and the Water
The sun is high, the water calm and warm. Waves gently move to and fro, disturbing little. The surfers, the waders, the believers, watch as they witness the beauty and the magnificent skill of the pilot maneuvering her plane into the water with great intent, great inspiration. The water gives with the pressure, forcing itself around the craft. With the same ease, releases the craft out and up, the gentle water falling softly off.
The smooth lines on the polished white plane, deep blue trim hugging each curve. I watch in wonder as this plane dips into the ocean with perfection feet in front of me, submerging itself to the tallest fin. Then, with the same beauty and ease, resurfaces and races upward toward the sky. I glare into the window of the cockpit, there she sits, unnerved, relaxed, complete control of her vessel. I notice him, sitting on the right side, accepting her moves, her actions, her discipline.
Her long dark blonde hair flowing side to side as she confidently moves the plane in and out of the water, the large headphones keeping her hair out of her face. Signs of strong discipline beams from her. Taking her lead, believing in her decisions, never questioning, he sits beside her, successfully engaging the plane and the water.
Watching as they take another run, dipping into the accepting, giving, warm ocean, water begins to enter the cockpit. Even though I am floating and can only see the top of the water, I am able to witness this intake. Not enough time to gasp in panic, the pilot re-submerges and gently shakes the water off the strands of her hair. The water draining from the pit just as quickly as it entered. Accepting the water, moving with it and conquering her journey was the truest test.
The smooth lines on the polished white plane, deep blue trim hugging each curve. I watch in wonder as this plane dips into the ocean with perfection feet in front of me, submerging itself to the tallest fin. Then, with the same beauty and ease, resurfaces and races upward toward the sky. I glare into the window of the cockpit, there she sits, unnerved, relaxed, complete control of her vessel. I notice him, sitting on the right side, accepting her moves, her actions, her discipline.
Her long dark blonde hair flowing side to side as she confidently moves the plane in and out of the water, the large headphones keeping her hair out of her face. Signs of strong discipline beams from her. Taking her lead, believing in her decisions, never questioning, he sits beside her, successfully engaging the plane and the water.
Watching as they take another run, dipping into the accepting, giving, warm ocean, water begins to enter the cockpit. Even though I am floating and can only see the top of the water, I am able to witness this intake. Not enough time to gasp in panic, the pilot re-submerges and gently shakes the water off the strands of her hair. The water draining from the pit just as quickly as it entered. Accepting the water, moving with it and conquering her journey was the truest test.
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Loving the Familiar While Creating Movement
I have been a bit occupied here and there, mostly there. Trying to make different dinner dishes, refurbish old furniture and look for my career. Damn thing likes to play hide n seek. At the moment I am in the middle of refurbishing a $10 chest of drawers. Yep, 10 bucks for a mostly solid wood painted white and, dare I say it, with a gold finishing. In another post I will do a before, during and after photo shoot along with my how-to's. Foreseeing this piece of furniture is going to look lovely.
As far as creating dinners, tonight's consisted of fresh squeezed lemon juice, and orange juice, soy sauce, rice vinegar, brown sugar, corn starch, ginger, red pepper flakes, garlic and green onions. simmered together for about 10 minutes. Then comes the cooked, cubed chicken. Soaking up the goods of the sauce for well over 30 minutes. Who said measuring the ingredients is helpful? Righty say's, "dump the good shit in, let yer eyes be the measuring spoon." Would have gone great over rice but I was adamant rice was not to be eaten three nights in a row. Mashed red potatoes worked quite well as a substitute next to the sweet, tangy deliciousness of chicken. Green salad before and walla, dinner is served!
The main part of this dinner is from a recipe called Asian Orange Chicken posted on allrecipes.com, the left side of my brain diligently follows along. Not long into it, the right side of my brain powers through and starts cutting corners, adding flavors; low and behold the recipe which calls for two hours of sitting in the fridge turns into less than one hour with each bite playing a sweet symphony of Mozart in our mouths.
Searching the internet for fabulous new dinners is exciting but what I really want is to make one of your favorite dishes! At least let the left side of my brain think so while the right side takes the wheel - I'll let you know how it turned out!
By the way, 15 days until Spring! And 13 days until St. Patrick's Day - get yer Mick ready!!
As far as creating dinners, tonight's consisted of fresh squeezed lemon juice, and orange juice, soy sauce, rice vinegar, brown sugar, corn starch, ginger, red pepper flakes, garlic and green onions. simmered together for about 10 minutes. Then comes the cooked, cubed chicken. Soaking up the goods of the sauce for well over 30 minutes. Who said measuring the ingredients is helpful? Righty say's, "dump the good shit in, let yer eyes be the measuring spoon." Would have gone great over rice but I was adamant rice was not to be eaten three nights in a row. Mashed red potatoes worked quite well as a substitute next to the sweet, tangy deliciousness of chicken. Green salad before and walla, dinner is served!
The main part of this dinner is from a recipe called Asian Orange Chicken posted on allrecipes.com, the left side of my brain diligently follows along. Not long into it, the right side of my brain powers through and starts cutting corners, adding flavors; low and behold the recipe which calls for two hours of sitting in the fridge turns into less than one hour with each bite playing a sweet symphony of Mozart in our mouths.
Searching the internet for fabulous new dinners is exciting but what I really want is to make one of your favorite dishes! At least let the left side of my brain think so while the right side takes the wheel - I'll let you know how it turned out!
By the way, 15 days until Spring! And 13 days until St. Patrick's Day - get yer Mick ready!!
Monday, January 27, 2014
Repurposing - My New Niche
I have just completed two pieces of furniture! The process is easy on pieces that do not have years of old gunk and bad paint or stain - chest verses table. The table had horrible black thick stain that was probably on there for 50 plus years. The chest has minor fingernail paint on a few places but really was the easy one to sand and clean up.
I do regret not paying much attention when I watched my dad work on all those car seats, turning old into magnificent. Hopefully each new piece I add fabric work too, it gets cleaner and nicer.
I do regret not paying much attention when I watched my dad work on all those car seats, turning old into magnificent. Hopefully each new piece I add fabric work too, it gets cleaner and nicer.
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