Full Disclosure…I’m A Recovering Addict…

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…of the BUSY drug, that is.

How often do you take the time to enjoy the little things?  All too often I find myself running from one thing to another…just hurrying along with my head down, thinking of my to do list.  When I realize it, I have to stop myself….and look around for what I can see.

One Sunday morning last fall my girls and I were driving to my church, and as we were getting off the highway there beside the off-ramp there was a HUGE flock of Canadian geese resting.  I found myself almost wishing they would take off, so I could see them in their trademark V pattern.

On that same road is a mechanic shop who took some old tires and painted them to look like 2 Minions.  Every time my girls go past the shop, Miss J HAS to see them again.  (She LOVES Minions.)

Often, when I’m driving the back roads of my town, I have seen wild turkeys, deer, or other wildlife.  I know there’s a flock of wild turkeys that wander town, but never know where I’m going to see them next.  When I was still with my girl’s dad, they came through our yard a time or two, but they more often are in wooded areas.  I’m not sure how many deer live in town, but there are several.

I find when I take the time to notice the little unexpected joys in life, my stress seems to liquify.  What do you think?  What are some unanticipated surprises you have had that have brought you joy?

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Unraveling Grief

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There are months that go by that I have no problem doing what needs to be done, just plugging away.  Then BAM!!!  I have a day like what I had the other day.  It just hits me…a song heard on the radio who’s words cut deep, a careless comment by someone in passing, a meme read on Facebook turn me into a grieving mess.

What do you do?  You channel that grief into something.  Even if you can’t act on your plans, make a time to do so, and I can promise that you’ll be better able to refocus on your to do list.

Make a picture that you never show anyone, so it doesn’t matter how “good” you think it is.  This is about YOU and working through your grief, whatever the loss is.

Music more your thing?  Write a song about your pain, and working to wholeness again.

Are you a shutterbug?  Think of what sort of picture would embody how you’re feeling, then make it happen.

Not willing to try to be artistic?  Write it out in a poem or journal.  (A poem is a silent song, and a journal entry could be a mute ballad.)

Talk it out with a friend or lover….someone who really GETS you.

Which of these have you done?  How well did it work?  What else have you done?