The Journey Continues…

Where have I been? Oh…everywhere and nowhere.

I moved across the country and restarted my life. Of all of the crazy adventures that I have been on, this has certainly been the craziest. I chose a new career path and lived in a pop-up camper for five months. You know that quote, “If you don’t like where you are then move, you aren’t a tree.”? While I certainly felt like a tree, I was determined to pull my roots and move. It has been terrifying, as most rewarding things are.

I planned on working freelance and privatized my page just in case I double entered a piece. Screw that. I would rather type endlessly to you all about my journey than pursue a career in writing. Why? I could reach a lot more people if my writing was more recognized. The reason is that “one”. The one person who reads an article and finds the words that they needed on that day. The one person who feels a little less lonely in the world by finding common ground with a stranger’s ramblings. The one person who was afraid to take a leap, but decided if I could then they could. There are days when my page isn’t viewed at all and there are days when I have a few bites. I could care less about the numbers. It is all about one. I value every person as their own entity and reaching one person is just as valuable as being recognized by the collective.

So, here we go. New topics. New questions. A new journey.

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My Collection of Collections

I’m ridiculous. I bought another Journal. I really love journaling now that I have created my little system. Well, now that has been enhanced by (drumroll) bullet journaling. I jumped on that train last night and I can’t wait to post some progress photos once it has been used longer. So far, it is right up my alley. Cheers to the guy who created that system. More on that later. 

Namaste.

The Three Journals of Positivity

       I’ve always been interested in journaling, but not about the day’s events. That felt too mundane for me and I would almost immediately quit. As I grew older, I became very interested in positive reading and music. I wanted to compile my favorite inspirations somewhere other than my Facebook wall. I felt every bogged down by the world’s negative energy. I needed to recharge-to boost my happiness level and stay positive. The idea struck me to start a happiness journal and it actually stuck!

    First, I purchased the handmade sari journal from a B&N in D.C. in 2014. I started collecting quotes and anything that inspired me. It is a very special journal that calms and grounds me. I can’t even explain my love for this one. I even keep a bucket list in the back (it is a work-in-progress).

     The green notebook came next. I started coming up with five things that I’m grateful for every morning. This stemmed from my efforts to make my days more positive and productive. I needed something to write them in and grabbed a cheap journal (notebook) while I was in the store. Hey, at least it’s cute and fits me perfectly!

     The yellow journal is one that I am very excited about. I am planning on visiting an ashram in about a month, and wanted something to take notes in. I started getting back into chanting and decided to also keep chants/verses and notes on yogic living in this journal also. This way, I always have them together and accessible. 

     I find this type of journaling relaxing and uplifting. Most people like to read inspirational or positive quotes. Why not compile your favorites? It has been a very positive change, and I can’t wait to see how it grows and helps me to spiritually evolve. 

Namaste. 



Perception 

My hand hurts. Duh, right? I broke it.

Well, when my hand is hurt, so is my heart and mind. I can’t do some of the things that I love to do each day that put me in a great mood: yoga, hooping, playing the ukulele, etc. I was seriously bummed about this for the last few days. Then, I had a very obvious realization: I still can. I can play songs with two or three chords, I can hoop on-body, and I can practice hatha yoga. Turning my can’ts into cans completely changed my mood. 

My hand hurts and there are some things that I genuinely can’t do (such as hand-washing the dishes, I know, sad face), but turning my can’ts into cans reopened my day to happiness, peace, and joy; not just because of my ability to do those specific things, but because I had control over my day and my mood by not carrying around a defeated attitude.

Everything that is broken can be fixed, except for our day. Time is something that we can’t redo. Don’t waste it by listing the things you can’t do and start living it by experiencing the things that you can do.

Namaste.