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The collection…a story of feelings

Hello beautiful ones. I hope this day has found you feeling jubilant and special. Why? Because you are and that’s why I’m here…to remind you of things you need to tell yourself more often. Come on, say it with me…I am jubilant and sooooo special. See, I know you’re most likely chuckling, I know I do every time I say it but it is the truth and now you know, and if anyone asks, just tell ’em I said so.

So our little reading story for today is about collecting. I’m not talking about money, I am talking about those things that you cherish. Those bits of this and that that have a place in your happiness box ¬†or jar. Those things. Tell me, what is it about those things that make you happy? Is it the memory attached to it? Was it perhaps where you were when you found it? Maybe it is just simply the beauty or uniqueness of the item?

When I was a child I would collect rocks. Everywhere I went, I would find a special rock to remind me of the places I had been. I had books on rocks. I knew what specimen it was and of course they were just rocks but to me they were my special rock collection. I had a few boxes stashed under my bed and a few on the shelf but for the most part, just plain old ordinary found in Charlie Browns Halloween bag rocks. So what was so special? Really, nothing much. After awhile I had so many they kind of lost their meaning. I was out west on a motorcycle trip and picked up glittery rocks, red rocks, petrified rocks, geodes, you name it. When I got home though, they kind of just sat there forgotten and a few years later when I ran across them, I couldn’t remember where I had gotten them, or what state. There was no specialness anymore. I threw them all in the garden for someone in the future to find and went about my day. I didn’t miss them. I had seen the sights and wouldn’t forget that so why hold onto the tangible item. I let it go. I didn’t have to keep hanging onto these collections. I narrowed my collection down to just a few choice specimens. The ones that held meaning for me. The ones that when I held them, truly made me feel connected and good. Feelings are like that too. I can’t hold onto feelings anymore. I can’t gather them all up and hold onto them. I need to let them be, to let them float freely around and embrace them when they are here but then let them go. Writing has given me that place. I can just write and letting the words flow and set them free to the world. I don’t want to hold onto the bad feelings, they too must go and the good can stay awhile while I enjoy the happy vibe that accompanies them but then I need to let those go, share them with someone who may need them more than me. I think my life became much simpler when I stopped collecting. Rocks, words, feelings…life needs to keep flowing like the river of abundance that it is and I can’t be weighed down by the trove of treasure. By sharing and setting it free I found I can not only float down the river, but I can climb out and soar freely.

What is it you’re collecting? What would happen if you let some of it go…set it free or gave it away to someone in need. Just a thought to make. Your day a little lighter. Use it or don’t, I won’t feel bad…I gave the feelings away already. And it’s all good.

Peace and blessings my friends. Kim


Happy? Holidays…and how to keep yourself happy.

This is a tale of being happy during that time of the year called the holiday season , or in some folks cases, not so very happy. Each of us was gifted with a covering called skin. They come in a variety of shades, some with freckles, some with scars, and some with what seems to be varying thickness. Mine is somewhere in the middle on the thickness scale. The times that test that thickness I find seems to be everyone’s favorite? time of the year. Those Hallmark moments called Holidays. Most come with a merry or a happy as a prefix but the more people I encounter, the more I see for a lot of us it may not necessarily be true. It’s not always the most wonderful time of the year. I remember an Easter years ago that I spent painting my apartment. It was a great day. I was productive. I was covered with paint but getting something done that I didn’t have any other time to do it. Then the phone calls came and I was reprimanded which then lead to feeling guilty. I was being made to feel something that had nothing to do with me but had to do with everyone else. I was content being creative. I was happy. I was alone and I was good with that. Nothing screams peace, or should I say whispers peace like the sound of silence around you.
Obligations can drive some crazy. Driving here, driving there, eating too much at the family table and hours away doing something you may not want to be doing. When we were kids it was over the river and through the woods to grandmothers house we’d go. It was fun and we were happy, at least until our teenage years when life intervened and then we had better things to do, friends to hang with, and not lame relatives. Remember that? How attitudes change through our lives and as we get older and the old folks population kept decreasing we realized that maybe we should be happy to spend some holiday time with them. Or maybe we were even guilted into it perhaps. So what to do with this quandary? How do you try to be happy about something that any other day would be fine to do but maybe today you just don’t feel like it. You’ve got a project to do and no time, the kids are sick and miserable, and this is your one day to get it done. What do you do???
I have a lot of friends who are divorced and the holidays are a very tough time and if they have kids, even worse. Dividing your time so that everyone gets a piece of the childhood to share, a day for you and a day for me. It does not make people happy. Sooooo….how do you change your attitude and embrace the necessary? Boundaries….set them. If you cannot devote an entire day at Grandma Lou’s, set aside a few hours. There is no law that says you have to be there at the crack of dawn and drive home asleep after dark. Just because things were always done a certain way does NOT mean that those things can’t change. Have discussions on what works for you and re arrange the set in stone tradition. Create new traditions. Nothing pisses people off more (and a lot of people I know can carry grudges all of their days) than being told you HAVE to do something you don’t want to do JUST BECAUSE that’s the way it always was. Let folks know what you want. Stand up, speak up because if you do not, that little mean voice within you is only going to throw a tantrum later on anyone who happens to be around because you are once again mad at yourself. Set clear and concise boundaries…What is acceptable to you and stand your ground on it. If it pisses people off, too bad. It’s not all about them. It is about compromise. It is about staying happy on the Happy Holiday. Your time is valuable, just as your thoughts about yourself are valuable. Make the changes that will work for you.
It doesn’t mean blow off every family event so do not think I am saying that (but if that is your choice it is all on you) but live your life the way you want.
You are living your play, living your Broadway showstopper life and you are the director. The actors around are there to support your dream but they have their expectations too. That you will play fair and find some enjoyment in what they do. Now there may not be a Tony for your directing skills but that’s ok. There’s always the Oscar to reach for. Go big or go home, right?
You can have happy holidays, or any happy days in general. Just make sure you are spending the time doing what you want to be doing and not just forced into doing. Baby steps to happy begin with change and boundaries are just another step to getting there. Now, back to Grandma’s house….I think 3 till 7 works out just fine, cards with the old folks ain’t my thing and the dog at home needs attention too…and so do I, in a little quieter environment with my blanket and glass of wine.