I have made a huge change in my life. With this change came a lot of work that I needed to do physically and emotionally. I will first explain the physical work. I made a physical move. My son and I moved into another home. Our new home was very close to the old one so I didn’t plan on hiring movers, and there was no deadline for me to leave my old home so I could take my time. I packed our essential things gradually leaving the things we needed readily accessible in place. I had no clear-cut plan on how the move was going to get completed. I just relied on the fact that there was no rush. I had time and I was only moving a few miles away. So I packed my nonseasonal things in boxes and drove them to my home each day over that span of several weeks. I chose not to fill my fridge with groceries as I would be moving it to. Although I still had no plan on when and how I was going to do so. The same went for my large furniture items. I knew I would have to move them eventually, I didn’t want the shell out the cash to pay for movers, and didn’t feel the pressure of time.
A few weeks went by, and I was still a one-woman caravan for my manageable items, but the larger items remained and I was starting to feel the effects of being unsettled. I was rifling through packed boxes to fish out things I needed, but had packed because I believed I would only have use for them when I had completed the move. As my frustration started to build, I began to wonder why no one had offered to help. Everyone in my circle knew I was moving. They all knew how I was traveling back in forth with my mid-sized SUV packed to the hilt. They had all seen me stooped in pain from carrying boxes back and forth, loading and unloading. I was getting upset with everyone around me for watching me struggle with this move.
Then I realized that I had never asked for help. Not only that, several times in the past, I had refused help when it was offered. It didn’t click with me at the time that my constant refusal of help may have been a signal to all of my friends that I didn’t need the help. I was responsible for how they were treating me, but being the stubborn person that I am, continued to move unassisted. I moved beds, a coffee table, shelving units, boxes, all by myself. I even carried a six-drawer dresser up six stairs into my new home.
Eventually, I hired movers to move my refrigerator and sofas. I have no idea how I was able to do so much, but I paid that price. I visit a chiropractor twice a week now. I could not walk the day after I completed my move, and two days later I couldn’t stand upright. Was I proud of what I had done? Yes. Was it stupid? Yes. Was it necessary? No. Could I have asked for help? Absolutely. Have I learned my lesson? Not yet, but I’m working on it. Old ways die hard and I am certainly open to suggestions.
There have been many changes in my life recently and surely and hopefully there will be more. As I continue on my journey, I look for new and exciting ways to reset when I get stuck in a rut. One rut I was stuck in was beginning to show up in every area of my life. I was not eating the way I should.
Since returning to the workforce a little over 2 years ago. I slowly began trading my healthy clean food for quick and easy solutions. A few pounds started to find there way back to the places I had worked so hard to keep them away from. My skin started to break out again, I was tired and irritable, and I was catching colds. It was clear that I needed to reboot!
A couple of days ago I purchased another juicer. I gave my old juicer to my brother. I remember when I got my first juicer and made my own juice everyday with fresh fruits and vegetables. I felt great and I didn’t have those annoying cravings for junk. Now I am back on track and my son has jumped on the bandwagon with me. I have so much energy and I am getting back in the groove.
I have also made meal plans for the week and beyond. What a difference!
Now that I have so much more energy and a renewed spirit, I will also be writing more blog posts (another thing I had quit doing in my slump). I have so many wonderful experiences to share.
I would like all of us to find little ways to reboot. We should search for those things that make us happy and do what it takes to add them in our lives. Sometimes you need to reboot or build a tribe to help you along the way. Whatever the case my be, renew and refresh!
In life we often try to make things more complicated than they are. If we can just take the time to listen to what our hearts, minds, and bodies are telling us, we can face the world and all its challenges with confidence.
As I mentioned in my last post, I am very open to new experiences. The most recent new experience has been with Instagram. My cousin loves to cook and so do I, but cooking was one of the things I stopped enjoying when during my season of unfortunate events. Fortunately, with some inspiration from the culinary artistry of my cousin, I revived my joy of cooking.
Recently, my cousin has also been challenging me to learn more about social media. I had opened several accounts in the past, but rarely attended to them. One social media outlet neither of us had tried was Instagram. So, we both opened accounts and began learning what it was all about. I can’t speak for him, but I was hooked. He suggested that I post some of the food I was cooking on Instagram. I couldn’t wait. So I posted my first dish. I made sure that every morsel was placed perfectly, that the lighting was just right, the plate was attractive, but not so much that it over shadowed the food. Then I posted my culinary masterpiece. The whole staging process took about 15 minutes. It was beautiful and I was so proud of it. The portion was adequate, but not too much. There was a lot of greenery to make it pop and the presentation was lovely. Then I ate it and was satisfied. Now the amazing thing was the portion size. The portion I staged for the photo was about half the size I would have chosen for myself had I not planned to photograph it. Also, from plate to mouth there was at least a 15 minute time span. As I mentioned, the portion was adequate and I was satisfied after eating it. I took time to really savor the food before I ate it. I took in the beauty of the creation before consuming it. Taking that time quelled my appetite and I was able to enjoy and be satiated with a much smaller portion. I supplemented part of my desire for the food by taking the time to prepare and admire it. Additionally, the need to add color and visual interest to the dish caused me to add more vegetables. In a sense, Instagram is helping me eat healthier.
So far I have only posted two dishes to Instagram, but I have still been preparing my meals as if they are going to be posted to Instagram. I take time to prepare it, admire it, and eat it. Taking to time to truly enjoy the experience satisfies me. A larger portion of food only filled my belly, but savoring the experience fills my soul.
I would like to challenge all of us to stop, admire, and savor all of our creations. Use all of your senses. Allow your soul to be fed.
New experiences is the first thing I say to may son when I wake him up in the morning. He is not a morning person like his mother. He needs a little extra encouragement. Actually this practice didn’t happen intentionally. I was saying, wake up little Nigel. So the next morning after the first day of school, I said it again. Then Nigel said, “Mommy, I want you to say new experiences like you did yesterday.” Actually, that wasn’t what I said, but it was a good practice to start. Now I say it to him every morning when he wakes up.
I have been putting that practice into action in my own life. I am very fond of rituals and routines and I think that is just fine, but there are times when you need to give new things a chance. I recently started drinking coffee. Now I love it! I don’t drink it every day, but I enjoy a good cup of coffee. I don’t use it as a stimulant as I have been accused of being caffeine personified, but I drink it for the taste. In the past I refused coffee because I felt that I had no use for it. I viewed coffee as a means of staying awake or jolting one from a groggy morning, things I never had an issue with. One day I decided to give coffee a try. It happened in a very strange way. I was watching an episode of Satisfaction on Netflix and I saw one of the characters making a cup of coffee with a french press. The whole process looked interesting and I wanted to try making coffee that way. That particular way of making coffee appealed to me for its simplicity. So I purchased a french press, a hand-crank ceramic burr grinder, bought a bag of coffee beans from a local coffee shop, and made my first cup of coffee. I enjoyed the process of heating the water, grinding the beans, and waiting patiently for the coffee to steep. I found the experience to be therapeutic. It is nice slow down and savor an experience, and now I have a new ritual. It forces me to slow down, take my time and really enjoy the moment.
I would not have gained this new ritual had I not been willing to try something new. I have learned to let go of feeling that I cannot benefit from something that is not necessarily marketed to me or the identity I have assigned to myself. I must remain open to new experiences. We all must let go of notion that something is “not for you” or “you are meant for something like that.”
I would like to challenge all of us to try something or experience something new. Try a new food. Visit a different place or just take another route home from work. See what’s out there!
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