Inspired

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A few minutes ago, I talked to a man who’s Hindu. We discussed what I’d call “higher consciousness.”

The discussion began, because he had the dot on his forehead that symbolizes The Third Eye.

We discussed meditation. He gave me a start-up method that is suggested for beginners: lighting a candle and focusing only-on-the-candle for 5 minutes.

Thoughts will come, as you meditate. Let them pass. Let them be. Try not to judge your thoughts. “Watch” them pass by.

Mel Robbins, an inspirational speaker, says to write your thoughts out. Even if those thoughts include an old episode of a favorite show.

Meditation and/or writing the thoughts out makes room in your mind for the things you’re actually wanting to focus on. All people experience fatigue within their minds.

Mark Zuckerberg has a reason for wearing the same, simple clothing every day. He chooses to wear the same, simple clothing every day, because of what’s called decision-fatigue. There’s only a certain amount of major decisions that your mind allows you to make, per day. After that, decision-fatigue sets in.

Mark, I read, would rather wear the “same thing” every day, so that his clothing is not one of the major decisions he invests in.

The man I met today suggested that I stop reading about higher consciousness, meditation, and focus, so much. I read and study A LOT. I love to learn and I love to learn in a detailed manner.

He suggested I stop that, to a major degree.

Do it. Practice it. It’s great to have the information, but without practice, it is all meaningless.

There’s my share for the day.

5 years!

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WordPress has informed me that I registered this blog 5 years ago, today!

It’s amazing what has changed in 5 years!

I’m so excited about this new chapter of my life. Today definitely began a whole new chapter!

 

 

Blog to ya soon!

Changes

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So much has changed. So much.

Just in one year. Just in two years. And so much, in the past six years. What? It hasn’t been six years since Chloe’s adoption, has it?! You do the math. I don’t want to. I don’t want to come to that realization, so… no math, for me.

I’m not great at summarizing things, but I will try.

I suppose the biggest changes happened in April (2018), but the years prior were of help, as well.

Without the years before finding the anti-depressant that genuinely helps me, the anti-depressant wouldn’t have been enough, I don’t think.

In those last six years, *cringe*

I’ve learned a myriad of skills: coping, money management, employment, interpersonal (including conflict resolution) skills, etc.

Please excuse my sentence structure. I haven’t yet attended college for this. I will, though. Definitely.

I am grateful for all of the teachers, case managers, therapists, and friends who have helped me learn (and some of them continue to help me learn) these skills.

Without my anti-depressant, though, I was unable to use the skills I had intellectually acquired. 

Once my anti-depressant began to work, my life changed. It has been the length of April-May, and these last two days of June that my life has very much changed: all for the better. It feels like it has been longer: probably because during this time period, I have been very slowly adjusting to having a stable mood, a lessening of PMDD symptoms, and a generally great outlook on life.

I am working.

I am studying Spanish. The app I’m using says that I’m studying at the highest intensity that they have a classification for.

I am less driven to study French, but I am slowly learning the basics. The pronunciation is difficult for me.

I am doing at-home workouts, but I really struggle with the form of most exercises. That will take some study.

I’m studying keyboarding and 10-key typing, to increase my speed in each.

If I can ever afford a tutor, I would like to re-learn Algebra. Once I finally learned it in high school (after failing twice), I was a literal ace. I want a tutor, so that I can become a tutor. My senior year classmates (in Edinburg, Texas) said that I taught it in a way that was very easy to learn. My teacher took the day off and just observed.

Life has become so full of possibilities. I have the energy, most days (85%) – I have the motivation, and I have the confidence.

I’m not a person that I recognize anymore.

Last year, I began smoking cigarettes. Today is my sixth day of not smoking. Little by little, the cravings have lessened in intensity. I definitely had a detox-day, on the third no-smoking day. My body was angry!

Otherwise…

Chloe is 8. 

here’s what I know: she likes to dance. she likes to read. she can do handstands.

Daphne is 6 (in August).

here’s what I know: she likes drawing. she likes video games. she’s quite picky on most everything. ( ( ( I have chosen not to have contact with her or her father, until a later date. ) ) )

Isaac is 5 (in November).

here’s what I know: he’s analytical, focused, shy, and a goofball (who doesn’t like Santa).

Juliet is 4 (in December).

here’s what I know: she loves animals. she tries to do handstands. she’s brave. she loves her big brother a lot. she’s in dance classes.

Fine. They’re allowed to continue growing. Like most people who have kids, I sometimes wish there were a pause button. 

A quick snapshot of how I feel about the most recent change that I’m not quite ready to blog about: 

I have mixed feelings. I’m sad. I’m happy that you’re happy. I’m happy that they’re happy. I’m worried that they’ll blame themselves, someday. I’m worried about their eventual, emotional reaction to things. I’m worried that the situation will change again.

I guess, by percentages… I’m mostly worried.

I am happy, but that’s a less natural emotion toward it.

End.