I am honest - maybe to a fault. Basically, I have to get through this class. But, I don't like to write. I would almost say that I hate to write. Writing for me is drudgery, tedious and annoying and I have to force myself to do it. Yes, I suppose that says something about my communication skills. I'm the kind of person who likes to get straight to the point in order to get my message across. So, writing about something kind of seems like beating around the bush or taking the long way to the information, especially when a certain amount of words are required.
So, I don't get inspiration to write from anywhere other than what is necessary to write about for the given class or assignment. I don't plan on writing for publication nor for my future business. I still don't have a clear path or goal as to what my business will be. When I finish this whole course, I may choose not be a Mind/Body Wellness practitioner. The program and being a wellness coach or nutrition coach all seemed so ideally wonderful looking in from the outside. But now I don't think I'm suited to it. So, I will do my best with what I have from here on out.
The inspiration I get in my daily life to stay positive and keep moving forward has been from many sources. Doreen Virtue, Abraham-Hicks, to name a couple. I also take supplements and eat a natural, balanced diet to keep my moods and emotions level. But I don't care to write about it. I have not felt the need to write about myself. Maybe if I'm ever at a point in my life that I actually feel like a success, I'll think about writing.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
The assignment: write for 7-10 minutes about whatever comes to mind. Well, I'm sitting out by my pool in the twilight hours of Sunday. The birds are chirping and the is a lovely breeze. I'm happy to be sitting here and happy to have this option in my life. I should be more appreciative of it. I suppose I take it for granted and I know that that's not good. It's not bad either...it would just be more beneficial to my well being if I was more appreciative of the things I have in my life. I have a nice house, with a nice yard and a nice pool and I have a car. I have a job. But there was a time in the recent past that I did not have a job and that's all I could focus on and I got in the habit of stressing about and dwelling on the fact of not having a job that I forgot to notice the good things in my life. And now that I do have decent job, I need to pay attention to the other things that are good too. I suppose life is always a work in progress and we never truly "get it done", but instead of trudging through it, it would be best to flow through with appreciation, wonder and happiness. Life is definitely about the journey and the choices we make. And even if those choices don't turn out the way we had hoped or expected, it doesn't make them wrong choices. Just make a new choice and keep living. Choose, then adjust, choose, then adjust.
There is a plant in my room. Actually, there are 12 plants in my room. 7 of these plants I've had for over 20 years. Those 7 plants have gone through 7 moves with me and they still thrive. They have changed and evolved, but they are still a part of my life. The other 5 plants have been added at random times and are from various sources. The new 5 are mixed in with the old 7. I imagine that they have all become friends and are happy together. But sometimes I wonder if the old group looks down on the new group in any way. Are the old 7 like a high school clique who shun the different or new? Do the old 7 think they're better than the new 5. Or maybe they are like kind, old seniors who offer wisdom and advice to the younger generation.
One of the new 5 has been struggling since my last move about 3 years ago. It sits next to a very old plant that has been with me the longest. Now that I am writing about this and contemplating whether or not my plants communicate with each other, I'm not thinking that my oldest plant is not giving good advice to the new, struggling plant. I think I better move the new plant and see if it does any better. From the condition it's in, the old plant is probably giving it very negative feedback, something like, "why bother growing more leaves and getting taller, we're just going to have to go through another stressful move again". Hmmm, I'm thinking my older plant might be a bully. I think that my new plant that is struggling would ask me to move it if it could speak. It would tell me that I should pay more attention to all the plants conditions and make adjustments accordingly.
I think I will take its advice and rearrange my plants and see if it makes a difference in theirs and my life.