Wednesday, November 30, 2016


I've been thinking a lot lately about silence.

  • As an introvert, silence can be a healing hug when the world is overwhelming me.
  • As a conflict avoider, silence can be a place of safety and comfort.
  • As someone who hopes to offer well informed, thoughtful contributions, silence is often a space holder to allow me to gather more information before joining a conversation.
  • As a teacher of children, silence is often needed to hear the real problem or feeling a student is trying to communicate during a time of distress.
  • As a yogi, silence is the place that allows my body and spirit to speak, hear, and understands its needs and truths.

So much good can come from simply observing silence in life.

Since November 8th, I've been thinking a lot more about the other side of silence. About the unintended messages silence can send in times of distress or conflict. About the darker side of what silence represents.

  • I've been thinking about all the times that I've used silence as a safe, comfortable option to avoid facing conflict, only to feel as though I have fallen short of honoring the beliefs held near and dear to my heart.
  • I've been thinking about when I've interpreted another's silence as disinterest or apathy at a time when I've needed suppor or explanation.
  • I've been thinking about how choosing to stay silent can send a much stronger message about who we are as individuals than words that are intentionally spoken to craft an image of us as a person. 

 Since November 8th, I have consumed more politically based information than I think I have the entirety of the rest of my life. I've read mainstream news. I've read information produced by liberal outlets. I've read information produced by conservative outlets. I've read the blogs and words of well known individuals, as well as those who are not so well known. I have read information covering general issues. I have read information addressing specific issues. I have read information that left me feeling angry. I've read information that has left me in tears. I've read information that has lifted my spirits and confirmed my belief that there is so much good in the world.

As I have considered why I have this sudden obsession for consuming information in an area I normally avoid like the plague, I can only come up with 1 explanation: I'm trying to make sense of, and find comfort for, the feelings I have felt since waking up on Wednesday, November 9th in a country that elected Donald J. Trump for president.




These are my true and honest feelings when faced with the reality of America's decision. Feelings I have sat with in silence to observe to be sure they are pure and true.

Feelings not tied to policy ideals or to party alliances, as some who are happy with the outcome of the election would suggest.

Feelings that are FAR from me simply being a sore loser.

Feelings that are an honest response and representation of my inability to support or respect the man who will soon be stepping into one of the most influential and visible offices in the world.

Feelings that align with my disgust for him, not because of a difference in opinion on policy, but because of his bullish behavior and frequently demonstrated lack of respect for the diversity of his fellow human beings.

As a woman, a mother of daughters, and an ally to several women who are survivors of sexual assault, it turns my stomach that a man who has been accused of sexual assault, and who has frequently demonstrated a total lack of respect for women, will lead our country as our next president.

I am sad and worried for those in my life who are gay; for those whose families are a dynamic mixture of nationalities; for those who, like myself, choose to practice a spiritual belief system outside of Christianity, and for the uncertainty that lies ahead in terms of individual safety and freedoms.

I am not naive enough to lump everyone who supports the selection of our next president to his elected office into a group of misogynistic, racist, homophobes, though we can not deny that a number of those very hateful type of individuals have been awfully vocal about their support for Trump. But what I have a much harder time wrapping my brain around is how the silence of those who supported him through this process, how the choice NOT to speak out against such comments and actions, sends a clear message of acceptance of said behaviors. I can't get over how, in the end, maintaining an alliance with party policy beliefs was more important for a large number of our population, including some of own family and friends, than common human decency.

It's a terrible feeling to think people who you love and care for could so easily set aside the safety and respect for certain populations of our fellow humans in support of political policy. Yet, that is our reality. Period.

So for me, as uncomfortable as it may be at times, this election has made me realize that I can no longer choose the safety and comfort of silence at the expense of speaking up about and supporting causes that I feel are important.

  • I will no longer be silent when acquaintances "jokingly" make comments about women. Or about gays. Or about people of color. Or about religious traditions different from his/her own. (It happens more than I'd like to admit.)
  • I will no longer choose to silently support causes important to me because I know there are others in my social circle who disagree with me on hot button topics. I will support them fully, proudly, openly, and without apology so that those who need the support of an ally know they can find a safe place in my presence.
  • I will not silence my intention to create an environment in my home, and a community through my work, that is inclusive, supportive, and respectful.

I will continue to turn to silence for recovery, for reflection, and to recharge, but no longer will I be silent about issues in our society that promote hate, discrimination, and the possibility of the loss of freedoms. No longer will I allow my own fear of discomfort unintentionally send the message that my silence is because of acceptance or apathy.


P.S. After writing this post today, I read this opinion piece in The New York Times, which I thought was brilliant and also features the word silence. I also loved the passion of this piece by John Pavlovitz. And because her writing feels like home to me, I have to share Barbara Kingsolver's words as well. Happy reading.

Wednesday, September 28, 2016


If you are a parent, or even a pet parent, you can relate to the fact that while you always love your kids, there are times in life when you don't like them very much for the choices and actions they make. You spend incredible amounts of energy worrying about them because your heart wants the very best for them always and you know how poor choices can prevent that from happening. Yet as much as you want to protect them, there comes a point where you can't make every decision for them, and you simply have to give them some space to learn on their own the consequences of their actions and choices, good or bad. But through it all, you love them always.

That's exactly how I feel about our country and this shit show of an election cycle we are currently experiencing. I will always be thankful for the blessing of being born in a prosperous, (mostly) safe, and (mostly) free country. Even as a woman, despite the very real existence of glass ceilings, double standards, and general sexism, my life is so much easier than so many other women around the world. But I am far from proud of what is happening across our country in recent days. I do not like America very much right now. It seems that so many have forgotten how to treat their fellow humans, regardless of gender, race, religion, or sexual orientation, with basic decency and respect. People have apparently lost sight of the fact that we CAN actually have differing opinions, even about major issues, and still peacefully and respectfully coexist.

I'm honestly scared of what November will bring. Not only am I worried about WHO will represent our country to the REST of the world (you know, that large planet thing we live on where BILLIONS of other people from other countries also exist), about WHO will be helping to make decisions that will impact our future, but also what our choice of leaders will say about our nation as a society. About how the outcome of this one BIG decision could further divide our citizens on hot button topics such as military involvements, race/gender/sexuality rights, and true religious freedoms. I am appalled by the fact our corrupt political party system has reached a point where the candidates offered as qualified choices to represent our nation are FAR from being examples of the best of what America has to offer to the rest of the world.

I will always love the land of my birth, just as I will always love the places from which my ancestors came outside of this country, but right now I am ashamed of our nation and the character we are displaying to the world around us about what it (apparently) means to be an American.


Monday, July 11, 2016

This body...

This body went to the gym today for the first time since early April. Today was once again Day 1.

This body has lost much, if not all, of the strength and endurance I had worked to gain throughout this past winter. As a result this body weighed in heavier today than Day 1 back in October, which shouldn't surprise me since I'm also wearing a size larger than I was at that point.

This body is what a 227 pound size 18 looks like on my 5 foot 7.5 inch 41 year-old skeleton. This body has weighed less as an adult. It has also weighed more as an adult. Since having kids (because that's a game changer people) it has worn every size from 12 to 24, though I'm most comfortable in it when it can comfortably wear a size 14 and the scale consistently hovers in the 175-185 range.

This body had to participate in an annual wellness screening for our insurance this spring and didn't score too well in a few of the areas. It has a great resting heart rate, maintains a healthy level of blood pressure, and does a good job of regulating it's blood sugar levels. It carries too much fat, having consistently measured at an overweight to obese level for pretty much its whole adult life, and tends to have an elevated cholesterol level regardless of what I feed it or how much I do or do not move it on a regular basis.

This body has allowed me to do some pretty amazing things. It carried and birthed our 2 amazing daughters. It's peddled hundreds of miles all over the state of Iowa. It has helped me make a living as a fitness professional helping others care for their own bodies. It has allowed me to practice and teach thousands of hours of yoga. It has hiked me many, many miles through the beauty of nature. It has helped me build things and garden and create crafty things. It has many, many times helped me dance the night away. It has loved, and been loved, by the most dear people. It has been both the recipient, and the giver, of an uncountable number of hugs. It has done everything I've ever asked it to do, taken lots of abuse in the process, and despite the aches and pains that are a result of all that doing, it willingly continues to carry me into whatever next adventure my little brain decides should be tackled next.

So why, why when I know all the amazing things my body has allowed me to experience and knowing all that it is capable of if I take the time to care for it properly, why can't I just regularly keep up with the work that I know I need to do to be comfortable in my own skin? Why do I have to get to a point of being so uncomfortable and frustrated with what my body is NOT able to do before I start to pick up the pieces to start to work back to a more comfortable place? Why, when I support so whole-heartedly the work being done by so many good people (like here, and here, and here and here and here) to promote body acceptance and health at all ages and sizes, why can't I myself make my health and love for my own body a top priority? How can I teach my daughters about healthy self care and having a self-loving inner dialogue when I can't consistently practice what I hope to teach?

I realize the answers to these questions are not simple or 1 dimensional. They are not just about exercising more and eating less. They are influenced by my genes; by my mental and emotional health; by the roller coaster of exercise and dietary habits I've observed through my 41 years of life; by the fact my body is changing with age in ways that require me to re-learn how to best care for it; by the activities cycle a modern mid-western family experiences during the stage of life we're currently living; by all the internal dialogue that is a constant stream of noise that runs through my head about what I should or should not be doing "at my age", or how people may or may not perceive me, or how much of a failure I am at practicing a healthy, active lifestyle when both my education and experience in the wellness field affords me an advantage not many who struggle with finding comfort in their own bodies have.

I find it GREATLY frustrating that after so many years of doing work, physically and emotionally, to live and promote health focused lifestyles, I still find myself on days like today uncomfortably huffing and puffing through a very basic workout while fighting back tears of mental frustration and disappointment. It is hard for me not to be angry with myself. It would be really easy to pass the blame on the stresses of life and the influences of my environment for my current state of discomfort with my health and fitness level. I will admit that sometimes I take the easy way out and use those excuses as justification for my less than healthy habits, but when it comes down to it, deep down I know it is in large part due to personal choices and how those choices can support or sabotage my body's own natural genetic tendencies. My body naturally wants to be a little on the fluffy side. It's naturally a little lazy. It tends to be a little depressed and hormonally out of whack. But this body also likes to feel challenged. It's strong and it actually likes sweat. It feels the most free, the most naturally content, when it's moving.

As frustrated and disappointed in myself as I am today, I still have hope. And passion. And I'm super stubborn. (Or so I have been told.) I know that I can choose differently with my health in mind. I have the physical ability. I have the moral support. I have the access and the knowledge. And at 41, I have the perspective to know this work is not about the number on the scale or the size on my swimsuit. It's about being the healthiest, most comfortable I can be in this 1 body that I have been given to experience all that life has to offer...for as long as I am a living soul on this planet.

This body did Day 1 at the gym again today and is going to get reacquainted with my favorite yoga mat again tomorrow. Regardless of how frustrated I am today, change can't happen without a Day 1.


Thursday, June 16, 2016

Slowly Summer...

We are almost a full 3 weeks into summer. It is taking me a bit longer than normal to find my summer groove this year. I seem to have misplaced my motivation to tackle my normal summer project list. Our relocated garden boxes remain un-planted. The backyard flowerpots have been filled with simple combinations of inexpensive, easy to care for annuals. Weeds have been pulled, or not, depending on the location. Plans for building new wooden chairs for our deck have been read, and re-read, but no building has been done. While I'm trying to be gentle with myself as I know beating myself up over what I'm NOT accomplishing is going to do any good towards getting SOMETHING accomplished this summer, it seems our more casual weeks of summer are moving at a quicker pace than ever this year. If I don't get off my ass and get some shit done, I'm going to run out of time!

Just before the end of the school year, a dear friend asked if I would be willing to tackle a knitting project for her, these cute sheep themed hats that she hopes to gift to her sheep showing daughters this coming Christmas. Even though I have never done stranded color work before, I decided maybe the challenge of learning something new might help me loose the funk that's been hanging around for far too long this past year. Once we FINALLY decided on a color scheme (who knew that was going to take 2 crafters so long to determine) I ordered the yarn. It arrived on my doorstep last Friday and I cast-on on Monday. (I took supplies with me to possibly cast on over the weekend while we did some camping, but it was HOT, and so is wool.) I'm almost to the end of the ribbed band and ready to join in the second color to start building the snowy, sheepy scene. As nervous as I am at the thought of keeping, at times, 3 different working strands of yarn in order, I'm also really excited to watch the sheep grow a little with each round of work. We are getting ready for a road trip and I am hoping to have at least 1 finished hat by the time we return home and a good start on the second thanks to the miles and miles of familiar Iowa and Nebraska countryside that we will be driving through on some of the longest daylight days of the year.

Speaking of camping, we have become travel trailer camper owners. As much as I wanted to remain a die hard tent camper, I have to admit the ease and comfort of the camper has already gotten us out to camp more in the past 6 weeks than in all the YEARS we have lived in Carlisle and have talked about doing more camping as a family. And it has been great! Having our oldest child getting ready to make the transition to high school in the fall has kinda smacked us in the face with the realization that the number of "somedays" are very quickly decreasing. It's become very clear that if we don't stop putting things off until we have more time/more money/less stress, the opportunity to enjoy some of the experiences we wish to share as a family before our kids are grown will be past us! We have taken Campy (what we have lovingly named our little 18 foot bunkhouse camper) out 3 times already this spring and are so, so, SOOOOO glad we made the decision to purchase him. He's small, and now that we've had him out a couple of things we will choose differently with our next camper, but he does the job and is a great first camper to have for these camper owning newbies. In addition to adding Campy to our lives, my family gifted me "permission" to purchase a kayak or standup paddle board for Mother's Day. I have been window shopping them on the internet for quite a while having so enjoyed the paddling experiences I've had over the past several years. I decided to get a tandem sit on top kayak so that I could enjoy my love of quietly gliding across the water with my family (and friends) instead of always going out alone. While I am still eyeing standup paddle boards everywhere I go and know I will be adding on to my toy chest in the future, I am glad that for now we went with Stella our yak. We were finally able to get her in the water this past weekend, and it was a perfect afternoon of sharing some paddle time with each of my loves.

My house...not clean. A small building project I decided to start last week...slowly, slowly making progress. Working to promote my Perfectly Posh business...not happening. But I've gotten a start on finding my happier, more inspired summer self, and that is a positive not to be overlooked!


Friday, May 20, 2016


I've simply been living life in survival mode as of late.

  • School activities are drawing to an end, as are the attention spans of the students.

  • Summer activities are starting to need planning/attention.

  • The yard is already in full grow mode, both things we want growing and those we don't.
  • I look around our house and all I see is the grime and clutter that has accumulated throughout the school year, knowing I need to give it some of my attention in the first weeks of summer. 

Survival mode is not a healthy mode for me. I'm not eating well. I'm not exercising regularly. I'm staying up too late cherishing the quiet of the hours just after my family head to bed to just BE and to get lost for a bit in the world of a book before having to get up and repeat the craziness for another day.

I know I am not alone in my struggle. Walking down the hallway at school I can see the exhaustion of the end of the year settling on other's faces. WE are ALL in survival mode at this point of the school year. It's just kinda part of the great educational cycle unfortunately.

Keeping perspective on life in survival mode is sometimes really hard for me. Little challenges often appear larger than they are, and bigger challenges seem all consuming at times. I'm trying to focus on enjoying the best of what each day has to offer, knowing that if I don't try to find those little sparkles of light in my days right now, the struggles will pull me under.

It's at times like this week that I want to hug my little family even closer than normal. I'm also thankful for others who openly share their own struggles with keeping a healthy perspective on life in thoughtful and often humorous ways. Like The Bloggess. (Read her books! They are laugh out loud funny.) And Brittany. (Read her book too. LOVED it.) And Dooce.

Just 1 more week.

I CAN do this.


Sunday, February 28, 2016

Commitment Issues...

When our girls started to get involved in activities, we set a pretty strict one-activity-at-a-time rule. That meant that sometimes activities that went year round were put on hold for a couple of months to allow for another seasonal activity to take center stage. We partially put this rule into place to help balance our family schedule. We also feel it's important for kids to have unscheduled, unstructured time to just be, and to figure out how to self entertain should they find themselves "bored." As our girls get older, and the list of activities available to them expands, it has been harder to stick to our self imposed restriction. Ultimately we knew that was bound to happen given how busy our own schedules once looked as middle school/high school/college students. But during their earliest years, we hope we were able to to help our girls maintain healthy schedules that helped them both enjoy a variety of activities and allowed them to just be kids during their short childhoods

As our girls get more involved, it seems we do as well. Coaching. Chaperoning. Organizing. The more involved we become, as I observe the craziness of so many family schedules, the more I think about how our society's tendency to have kids on the go, go, go affects them long term. As so many of us who have benefited from being involved in a variety of activities during our youth know, those activities help us to learn and grow into strong, confident, resilient adults who are well equipped to deal with all that life throws at you through the years. But I also wonder, is it possible that the current trend of committing youth to so many different simultaneous activities is preventing kids from learning the value of being committed?

I am a firm believer that there is a difference between making a commitment, and being committed. I, for one, am committed to my commitments. (Sometimes, my husband might argue, to the point of me needing to be committed!) I realize it is partially a simple reflection of my personality. I simply do not find value in doing something half-assed. I'm sure it's the part of my being that thrives on passion. But I also believe it is, at least in part, due to the fact that while growing up, I was expected to be fully committed to whatever "in season" activity I was involved. Whether I was part of a team, or a cast, or a performance group, my commitment, mentally and physically, contributed to the great success many of those teams/casts/groups in which I was involved experienced. Yes, I benefited as an individual from my involvement, but none of those teams/casts/groups would have been as successful as we were without the individual commitments of each member. Commitments of time. Commitments of mental focus. Commitments that asked us to stay committed not only when things were easy, running smoothly, comfortable, but also when we faced times that required us to learn to be resilient in the face of struggle and discomfort. No only has being one who commits fully to the activities in which I chose to be involved helped me grow as a person, but it also has helped me to learn the value in saying NO when I'm approached about being involved in an activity to which I do not feel I can be fully committed. In addition to helping me be a stronger, more confident individual, it has helped me learn the value in maintaining a balance between being involved and just being.

This week we attended an orientation night to prepare for Lexi's move from middle school to high school next year. As part of the evening, a variety of activities and groups were present to hand out information to next year's freshmen class members. "Looks good on your college application," was a common theme on many of the handouts and signs that we saw throughout the night. I totally understand the importance of showing one's future educational institution or employer one's diverse interests and skills through the activities in which one is involved in high school. And as I talked with Lexi today as we were finalizing her class selections for next year, high school is really one of the only times in life when she'll have the freedom to explore a wide variety of activities and interests without also having to juggle financial and/or family responsibilities. I encouraged her to explore, explore, EXPLORE. But I also encouraged her to think about how, while she is exploring her diverse interests and talents, she will balance her time so that she can not only commit to teams/casts/groups, but that she can be committed to the activities in which she chooses to get involved.

I'm sure it will be a balance we will continually have to help her, and her sister, find as they continue to learn the great value of being committed to their variety of commitments.


Monday, February 22, 2016

Who are you voting for?

We have a running joke in our house that should a certain potential presidential candidate manage to somehow become our next president, the Mavin family is going to become Canadian.

I'm pretty sure some of us are joking less than others of us.

(I for one am voting for a warmer C word choice. Costa Rico starts with C. Just sayin'.)

Last week I had one of my young students ask me who I was voting for for president. I, as I always do, simply said "I'm not sure yet," to which he then replied with who he and his mom are supporting. Internally cringing, but externally smiling, I simply said "Oh," and moved on to help another student. The very next day, in passing in the hallway, I had a second, slightly older student ask me the exact same question, after which he tried to guess who I would support. He got the same none answer I offered up student #1. Obviously even though the Iowa caucuses are several weeks in the past, political discussions are still very alive and kicking here in good ol' Iowa.

I, generally speaking, try to avoid discussions about politics like the plague. (Which I've established here several times before while talking about politics. Eh.) Partially I really, honestly have very little to ZERO interest in politics. (Which I know some people find appalling. I won't hold that against you.) Partially because more times than not my opinions and the opinions of those around me, be it family or friends, are rarely the same and I don't see any point in participating in argumentative conversations for the simple sake of arguing one's point.

Going through my second presidential election cycle since becoming an elementary school employee, I've learned it's best, at least at the elementary school level, simply not to engage with students in politically based discussions. While I am happy our young students are at some level aware of current affairs, I have sadly heard the nasty, hurtful comments they are so quick to fling at each other when opinions differ. I am sure those comments are simply reflections of conversations they have heard at home, but I still find it disheartening that we as a society are simply ensuring that using hurtful, hateful language in political discussions will continue to be the norm when we engage in those type of conversations with the spongy little absorbent brains of our kiddos hovering around ready to soak it all in for eventual regurgitation. 

I for one choose not to bring that type of language into our home or my learning spaces. I'm still going to believe that it IS possible to have differing opinions and still be kind and respectful to one another. That someday we as a human race will be able to check our egos at the door and recognize the many more ways that we are connected to each other and to the world around us, rather than focus on the very few differences that we currently allow to stand in the spotlight to justify our hurtful, harmful words and actions towards others. That by practicing compassion and respectfully agreeing to disagree, sensible compromises can be made that benefit our society, and our planet, as a whole.

Who knows, come this time next year, depending on what happens in November's election, I might find my  home and learning spaces have moved to Canada and/or that my opinion of "local" politics will have changed. I guess we will just have to see how this politically based American comedy of an election year plays out.

(I highly doubt my opinions about politics have much of a chance of shifting anytime soon. Though I'm not giving up hope on talking others into that other, more southerly located,  C location option if we have to find a new country of residence!)


Tuesday, February 2, 2016


The call came in this morning at 6:00.

Snow day.

Sadly the weather in our part of the state did not live up to the hype, which has left our snow day feeling a little wasted. The chance to sleep in, catch up on Downton Abby episodes, and start the process of filing our taxes was much appreciated. Two cups of coffee were enjoyed. Cinnamon rolls (originally frozen) we baked. Sidewalks were shoveled.

I really don't mind shoveling the snow on snow days. (Well, most snow days.) Today was a warm, windless shoveling experience. The snow was wet and heavy and it didn't take long for the sidewalk and drive to melt down once I removed the layer of wet. What makes shoveling our sidewalks the most sucky is the long stretch, living on the corner, and the uneven state of our many years old walkways. But as a walker of dogs, even in winter, and a mother of kids who walk to and from school every day, shovel I will because I know what a pain in the ass those stretches are to walk that do not regularly get cleared after winter weather.  

Tomorrow I'm guessing life will return to it's normal hectic pace. But for the remainder of today I'm going to look at other people's amazing snow pictures on social media, dig through my yarn stash in search of my next knitting project, and sip another warm beverage or 2.

Stay warm friends!


Saturday, January 23, 2016


It's the best word I can come up with to describe how my spirit has been feeling as of late. I've been hitting the gym quite often to help sweat out some of that restlessness. Sweating seems to help in so many ways. But the feeling is still there.

Our family schedule is more full of activities and commitments than it has ever been for the winter months. The restlessness is not from a lack of things to keep me busy. If anything, I'd love a little more downtime than our current schedule allows.

This evening our family made a spur of the moment decision to head into the big city for dinner downtown followed by a stop at a new to us coffee and comics shop. As we walked down the cold city streets, past larger than life graffiti street art from an event held last year, into a space hosting independent art work alive with activity from events being held in the area, for a short bit that internal restlessness was quieted.

I am not a city girl. My heart will always live in the wide open spaces of the countryside. I'm always a bit amazed at how quickly a little visit to the city can help quiet the restlessness. Apparently there's more that connects the wide open spaces of the country side with the hustle and bustle of the city than we realize.

At least that seems to be what my spirit recognizes.


Tuesday, January 12, 2016


January is a dark month.

  • Days are short.
  • The weather is cold. Today was so cold my nose hairs immediately froze on my first breath each time I walked outside to travel to my next destination.

It's safe to say January and I are NOT friends.

This January seems to be proving to be a rougher ride for me emotionally. We've had many cloudy and grey days as of late. Our family schedule is chocked full of activities and commitments. I'm really trying to keep my eyes turned to the light. These past few days the darkness has been winning the battle. It's a reminder that I need to be better about telling those close to me what I need to help keep things light. Asking for help is not one of my strengths.

In October I took advantage of a special deal to rejoin our local gym. I'm thankful that spending 2-3 hours there a week has simply become a habit this winter. Even with the recent set back of shin splints, I know my gym time this winter has been an important part of keeping a more positive perspective on the temporary state of darkness that January, and winter in general, drapes over life.

Only 67 days until spring...


Thursday, January 7, 2016


I have lost count of the number of team building, moral boosting, personality testing opportunities I have been asked to participate in by various employers. I've team built in nature. Read about moving cheese. Figured out my personality color. My strengths. My Myers Briggs type. I've been asked to get on the energy bus. To fill people's buckets. How many many others I have forgotten?

Mind you, I'm not totally against all of these various motivational activities as the whole process very much plays into my nerdy side. I will admit, it's hard for me to pass up taking those highly scientific look-at-this-picture-click-the radio-dot-you-most-agree-with personality "tests" found sprinkled around ever corner of the internet like glitter infects your home after 1 tiny sparkly craft project.  I can get as wrapped up in the hype and excitement of it all as much as anyone. Hi, my name is Jennifer and I am a self-help, self-discovery junkie.

While my nerdy side kinda likes all those tests and evaluations, my practical, plain and simple side gets a little tired of the gimmickiness of the whole motivational, team building industry. Do we REALLY need 1 more label to show us how yes, we are all different types of people; and yes, we all excel at different things; and yes, some of us are naturally drawn to work well with each other while some of us would like to stab some of the others in our group in the eye with a plastic spoon; and yes, even with all of those similarities and differences, likes and dislikes, we all have to figure out how to put on our big girl panties, get along, and move the overall mission of our organization forward in a meaningful and positive way. It's called adulting.

(Surprise! Aren't you glad you wasted so much of your carefree youthfulness wishing you could grow up and become an adult just a little bit faster than time was turning because being an adult was going to be the MOST awesome thing in the world? Stupid youthful naivety.)

The most recent culture improvement/motivational activity I've been asked to participate in is choosing my ONE WORD for the coming year. Choosing one guiding word is kinda the current thing, as you can read about in this book, or this book. Or by searching #oneword on any social media platform.

Actually this is the 2nd year that I've been asked to chose a word for the year. My word for 2015 was inspire. It is a word that has always spoke to me, and will continue to do so as long as I am serving others on this earth. I hope to inspire my girls to be strong, independent, caring women. I hope to inspire my kids at school to wonder about the world around us. I hope to inspire those in my community to offer up their unique abilities to the world move us towards a healthier, more peaceful society. Just because 2015 has passed, my intention to inspire, and to be inspired, has not.

Choosing my word for 2016 was actually a pretty easy process. I've had lots of internal conversations going on lately about the current state of affairs in many areas of my life, so when the request came to my email inbox for me to have MY word for the year ready to share at not 1, but 2 different staff meetings this week it took me only a matter of minutes to decide on a word.

My #oneword for 2016 is: cultivate.

I am naturally a dreamer. An eternal optimist. A hopeless romantic. A believer that any thing IS possible. Even with my struggles with depression/anxiety, having an optimistically dreamy outlook on life is still a pretty sparkly way to live, and I can't imagine living without the bright, warm light that is created by having hopes and dreams.

That being said, I realize that one of the downsides of being a dreamer is the tendency to get easily distracted by the next sparkly glimmer of possibility without giving one's full attention to the life situations at hand. Cultivating requires careful, planned, extended care. Whether that be a garden. Or a professional pursuit. Or a relationship. Or a dream. It requires one to stand the course even when a new shiny distraction pops up and tries to pull attentions in a new direction. I am, admittedly, not always good at cultivation of many of those gardens of life over the long haul. I can easily get distracted from doing the work necessary to take the next step, or to make a more full commitment, or to find contentment in my current stand in life. It's so easy for me to instead dream about the what ifs. The what could bes. The if onlies.

Does that mean I'm giving up dreaming in 2016?

Hell no!

But it does mean that as I think about planning new gardens, I need to take a look at those that I've already planted and go about doing some work to weed and feed them all, the old and the new.

I'm still trying to wrap my brain around how one goes about such a task. How one continues to dream and plan for new directions while honoring and enjoying the current path. Luckily there's still 350 some days left in the year for me to wrestle with my #oneword.


Sunday, January 3, 2016

52 in 2016...

My internal dialog is my constant companion. Constant I tell you.

Very little of that dialog ever escapes my thoughts through spoken word. I often think about sharing some of that dialog here on the blog, but looking back at 2015's posts only 2 discussions ever made it to your digital screen. Four other posts were started, but never finished. A posts about giving less fucks. (Ironically written almost exactly a year ago.) A post about celebrating 20 years of marital union. (Written in the sunny days of summer) A post about my struggles with depression. (Written at the start of fall when I struggle the most keeping my emotions on somewhat of an even keel.) A post about my dear great grandma Mary. (Written just after her passing.)

As I've mentioned before, I'm not a resolution maker. But I've been thinking a lot about just what this little spot's purpose is living out on the world wide web. I have often thought of simply taking this blog down, but each time I do that I start to look back at all the bright moments of life (and darker inner thoughts) I've shared here over the years. It's helped me log my knitting journey. It's seen the growth and fading of my yoga business. It's how we shared with loved ones near the ups and downs of parenting, kids and pets. It's been a place for me to share my love of the visual world around me.

This spot may not mean much to others, but when it comes down to it, I realize it means a great deal to me. The process means something to me. The memories recorded here are important to me. So it's time for me to sit back down in my writing chair on a more regular basis. I've said that before, and just SAYING it has never seemed to turn into me actually DOING more writing. So it's time to set a goal. A goal that is specific, measurable, and attainable.

In 2016 I will write 52 posts, 1 per week, to record our lives, our joys, our sorrows, and my inner dialog for whom ever cares to read and for the good that comes from the process of documenting life.

The goal has been set.

The goal has been shared.

Thank you to those who choose to read along on my 2016 journey.