read the instructions

Sometimes I forget to follow the instructions. I am pretty good at it usually. I had one to many Psychology class that gave a test at some point that the paragraph of instructions basically came down to turn this test over and write your name on the back and you get an A+. Then I worked for a company giving weekly quizzes to a group of people who were supposed to be detail oriented but didn't read instructions on almost anything. When I tried to give a similar test, those above me said that was micromanaging and we didn't do that but then I had to have all future quizzes approved. Isn't that micromanaging? Anyway, I just had to redo something three times to get all the information that was needed and asked for in the instructions and I wrote the instructions down. I got side tracked by the mini drama that someone else was creating and allowed my focus to be drawn to that instead of what I needed to be doing. I think it is time for a break. Maybe I'll take an early lunch and read something totally off subject just to give my mind a break. No more beating myself up for being human. All is well now. Thanks for listening. Many blessing.

Sharing

I have spent some time watching a couple of dogs play over the last few weeks. One is quite small, a chihuahua and dachshund mix named Mick. The other is an eight month old Labrador retriever named Spirit. Spirit will lay on the ground and let Mick pin her then push him off and chase her around the house a few times. Then they'll come back and Mick will get under anything low so Spirit can't get to him and the next thing you know Mick is chasing her around the house. I often see them carrying the same large stick from the wood pile back to their favorite spot in the shade. They even share the same food and water bowls. I think we could take some lessons from these two. They look very different and are hugely different in size and yet they not only get along, they manage to have lots of fun at the same time. I think maybe I will join them, go roll in the grass or help them play fetch, besides I throw better than they do.

Searching

I feel like I spend a lot of my life searching. Searching for the right product to do the right thing, searching for an address on a street where they only post them occasionally, searching for my keys when I forgot to put them on the hook where they belong, searching for my glasses when they are on top of my head. I'm sure you have done the same search things occasionally. I just realized today, while searching for yet another thing, how easily we get frustrated during the search but then how gratifying it is when the search is over, finally! The frustration only hangs around when I feel the search was needed because I was unobservant (glasses on head). Otherwise, it is as if a tiny celebration is allowed and the relief is grand. I think it is that way too for my inside searches, you know the biggies like who am I and why am I? I want to choose today to just know that I am and to have a little celebration just for that. Maybe, if I do that every day, then the frustrations in searching will get smaller and the parties will get bigger and maybe, just maybe my keys will be where they are supposed to be.

anger

There are times in my life when anger served me well, when it pushed me to move or froze me in my tracks. There are moments too though that it kept me from beauty and peace. I have learned to recognize anger when it comes and find its purpose then release it. Holding on to the old emotion just seems to bring pain. I have no need or desire for any more pain in my life. I have grown through much and I am certain as a breathing living being on this planet I will continue to grow through even more but I hope that growth comes without too much fight and as little anger as possible. I much prefer the beauty and the peace and the love. Many blessings of those last three to you and yours.

Remembering

I find myself resonating with memories that don't belong to this present lifetime. And then I have an experience that my mother told me. She said when I was little I used to wander around the front yard like I was lost. She said she did not know what to do for me. Why, as a small child probably under the age of five, would I appear lost unless I had been someplace else, unless some where or time was more familiar? Is that why reading and writing about things connected to other times and places fascinates me? I am sorry to be rambling so today. Things like this have been on my mind recently and the easiest way for me to focus them better is to write about them. Maybe my brain will focus better later. Have a peaceful and blessed day.