Let’s talk about time management or soaring time. What I call, soaring like a bird into creation, soaring into dreams or soaring toward your goal.
Like me, there is always a drag on one’s time to do the things that our heart calls for. And we find we get angry, frustrated and we might resent others/things who are taking too much of our time away from it. And these feelings might be toward those that we have a legitimate responsibility toward. It is just life, many say.
If you have a need for better time management, if you can’t get going on a goal, you might not want to hear this, but it is your own fault. One of my many mentors explained that with all goals in life the only way to get time managed is to create it.
There are numerous reasons for why you might be suffering from a lack of time management. It may need deeper attention from a counselor, priest, or just a good venting session with a friend to clear the cob webs, and then begin again.
Yet, as a starting point one must create the environment to begin and allow the habit to form. Dinner, dishes, work, groceries or making lunches for family have become a habit in your life… why can’t a goal replace and squeeze into that time somehow?
You can decide this, believe me. Let go of perfection and ask for others to pick up the pieces.
Here is a starting point.
Give yourself time to think about it, check your other obligations against it and wait for the feeling – the soul must say “yes, this is what I want to do.”
Recently, I was asked to volunteer my time. I was getting calls and text daily to commit myself.
All I was thinking…I have no time. I want to do it but how?
I did not want to distract myself from my top priorities, plus, I was not so sure the work I would be doing would lead toward a message I wanted to align myself with.
So I waited… and I am glad to say moving forward my heart is 100% in the cause now. I scheduled the volunteering, it does not conflict with what my priorities are and I feel good.
I feel confident, because I defined my time.
As a squiggly, a top priority is to dream, hence soaring time. I have to do this, just like eating, to generate new creative ideas.
This is a deserved time. Who else but you can make this time to complete your goal?
Most important, if you don’t do it as planned, don’t stop, just bend. Be kind to yourself. If it did not work one day, just begin again the next day!
This week, I am taking a detour. Given the devastation of fires in our world in recent years, medical research, the food industry and how we see pets, I would like to add my voice to the many regarding animals. My writing is about all life, the effects of a changing climate and educating our perceptions that any living species on this planet is just another expression of all that is our world. For the business mind, I challenge you to shift your perceptions for a sustainable future of your products. Everything is finite, unless the perception changes.
These expressions must be honored and they are more important than we know. We cannot continue to see life other than human as expendable due to being inconvenient or for financial and emotional gains. Have you seen animals used as property or a means to our own fulfillment? Sound familiar?
Our treatment of animals must evolve, as it has with many of the mistakes toward humans of the past. Just like all the times we have evolved in history to be better, we must try, always.
Highlighted in this video are the current fires in Australia. Billions of animals have been affected.
It is the dryness of the landscape that has affected this, so are we going to try and be better?
We need a new relationship with all life and make choices that will support this better relationship.
So we got through the holidays...again. Every year, I love the cards, all the lights and seeing “some” loved ones, yet I struggle with the money, getting presents and the status conscience-commerce aspects.
I know I am not alone.
I always get depressed at Christmas. It just seems mostly in-authentic.
I hate an expectation.
I find myself thinking, “oh shit, I gotta buy what…and go where, before the 24th?
Now don’t get me wrong. It is a time to cherish those you love. If you feel that gift in your heart and you got the money… get it, send it and give, give give.
If you love writing those cards, all the better!
For me, I find I just shut down. Every year, I am later and later with sending gifts, sending cards, doing anything. Those I see as straight lines, I feel a vibe of…
-Sigh. Pat on the head. Take care of yourself, dear. It will be ok.-
Like some day, I will get on the program. Or they offer silence.
This year is especially tough. I lost a family member. My dog, Jujubi, aka ceecee. The funny thing is, I realize. She was the last in a line of those I want to focus my energy on, buddies.
In 2014, I lost my buddy mother, in 2017 my dog Toby (ceecee’s husband), now in 2019, her.
Don’t even mention, the loss of our heroes from the year 2016 till now. You see, I have the belief that, like all those I admire, have admired, unless you are giving to others, what's the point?
I would lose a buddy, but I had another and I would focus on them.
And I did, each time. It helped me through my grief.
I have gotten to a place (another post) which I cannot give physically as before. I must have boundaries to be healthy.
And I got this, I am stronger than most. I am a squiggly…I bend.
To honor my squiggly self, I am declaring December 25 = Wish-mas, from now on.
A day where you make a wish…then the rest of the year if someone loves you, they make that wish happen and vice versa.
If you have eleven wishes, more time to find a way to fulfill.
Or they can carry over. :)
I wish in 2020 that we elect a leader who shifts the world toward a clean fuel future.
What are you going to wish and make happen in the next year?
So I was sitting with a new friend over Christmas.
In the conversation about getting to know each other, she suggested, given my background, I might write to provide a voice of the importance in being uniquely you, always.
So, we begin.
I will post every Thursday.
What will be your unique Squiggly Song?
I write, which is my unique Squiggly Song.
I call myself a Squiggly Line, in a world of Straight Lines.
See you Thursdays!