Go With the Flow and Find Your Worth

If you stay open, help comes from every corner. Both of my daughters have been instrumental in helping me with my writing from college books to incredible links. Just when I think I'm stuck or done and can't go forward, help arrives. So the next time you are frustrated and feel lost, know that answers are near. Use that angst as a sign that the Calvary is on its way.

"Success seems to be largely a matter of hanging on after others have let go," said William Feather, an author and publisher.

Do you wake up every morning tweaking what you have in mind? Or do you think of all the reasons why it will never work and why try? Whichever you are doing is determining your future. If you love something, embrace it, and just as any good love story, do not let go and as odd as it sounds, this also means going with your flow!

If you currently do not like the work you are doing, learn from me: Don't quit! Simply start making lists of what you do want and how you will get it. Use your current paycheck to fund your next project. Inch your way to the door and leave, as Suze Orman says, when you have eight months worth of salary saved up. To get out without funds is harsh and to hold on to your dream is 1000 times harder. Trust me on that one.

And when life is easy, put that gas pedal down and fly! Go! Go! Go! And don't look back; forgive yourself of worthy mistakes as you move forward and remember that on the really bad days the next one brings results. Hold to that and you will be one of those who gets out and sees the finish line.

I know you can do it. Now start opening your eyes and ears and receiving all the help that is so abundantly ready to come to you.

Great Resources:

www.changingcourse.com
www.suzeorman.com
www.youcanhealyourlife.com
www.jobhuntersbible.com

Sunday, Sunday

Lazy day. Good nap. Baked chicken. Many talks with one daughter. A long talk with my sister. Golden Globes. New York Times. Facebook. Reading "The Shift".

Just a good, easy going day.

The best was the nap. Even breathing in sync with my soul.

Mad Good

The next time you are clutter cleaning, take note. As you are deciding what to keep, toss or give away, you are also igniting your creative senses. Be aware of answers to questions you have had that come as you are cleaning. I find it marvelous.

Earlier today, I looked about my apartment and didn't know where to start, which of my three humble rooms to begin. So I started with the dining table which was holding my notebooks, mail, and a big bowl of remnants from the holidays. I found a lemon there that was no longer bright yellow. I sifted through the bowl first and I made piles. Throwing away the old bits of papers in there felt good, and I felt refreshed, and began to clean more efficiently. Soon, the bowl held new clementines and I had a dusting cloth in my hand.

My creativity grew.  While scrubbing the kitchen floor I thought of a project that might interest my older daughter. Hurriedly, I texted her, and then went on. I took the kitchen throw rug to the rooftop and observed the Manhattan skyline. Hello, I said, feeling the fresh, sharp winter air as I took in the sight and shook the rug, When I returned, my daughter had replied, and not only wanted to do it, but wanted me to participate with her. Yes!

I ate dinner and settled in to watch the three Saturday Night PBS movies; but soon I fell asleep, barely hearing the audio of the movie, and smiling. It was "It's a Mad, Mad, Mad World." Nearly 40 years ago, I had taken my grandmother to see it at the Army base theater of my hometown. "I love you, Grandma," I said, falling deeper, hoping the next movie would be a better one. But it didn't really matter. The glow of my clean home and clutter-free creativity was enough. In the morning, I'd start all over again.

Stating the Obvious

Ever since I was a young girl, I've reviewed my day prior to falling asleep at night. Often, I've ended up with a stomach ache for you see I didn't observe the activities by picking out the positive, but instead, sought only the negatives. And now, I understand. Seek the positive, pray for more solutions to the negatives, and let go of the past. Immerse yourself in the present.

I discovered "gliding" while making my way through the crowded Fulton Station a few weeks ago. Getting off the A train and reaching the 2, 3 trains means winding past a huge mass of people frantically rushing in the opposite direction for the 4, 5, and 6 trains. One morning during this excursion, I found my feet moving in gliding sweeps of efficiency. I'm gliding, I thought, and then I understood what my grandfather must have experienced as a glider pilot.

Viola! Glide through life!

That's when I knew I had the second half of my title for my mother's and my memoir. Grateful, I shot up the stairs! "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I said.

Pepto Bismol be gone.

This morning I wrote three pages of "Jumping Off a Cliff with My Mother: Learning to Glide." And with each stroke of my pen, I did just that.

"To feel grateful is one of the most important experiences we need as humans. When we feel it, there is an acceptance of everything in our life." -- Barbara Brennan

It's a simple word: grateful. But a big, HUGE change when a person gets it, really gets it. I'm one of those people, and at 55, I get it. It's thanking the force of love (God, Universe, however you call the mighty Source) for every act and process of your day.

So much I've overlooked and taken for granted. It is the key to abundance simply to be grateful. I watched a man across from me on the train tonight. He was sitting, sleeping and slumped against the wall, and he woke up long enough to spit and drink the last of his vodka from his pint. I looked at him. He was a nice looking man who was someone's son, maybe brother, maybe husband or father. And yet he'd forgotten he has a glowing light inside him, never doused and never needing to be lit by alcohol. I tried visually to connect my light to his and his was there, deep, deep under layers of pain and lower self ego. Mine is covered, too, and yet, I have evolved enough to know there is a way to uncover it and grow.

Tonight I climbed my five flights of stairs to my apartment. Usually by the third landing, I am grumbling inside to get to the top in order to take off my coat. But tonight, I thanked God for each step.

For too many years I have pined for another existence, another environment, or a better one in the center of the universe known as New York City. Tonight, I climbed each step in full thankfulness. Because, it doesn't matter where you live or what you think you need when you realize this: when you humbly love, and appreciatively live, you begin to know you are the same love as the one who has forgotten. And still that light continues.