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Conversations with Your Life | Challenge: Day 6

“I like stories where women save themselves.” ~ Neil Gaiman

Hello there, dear one.

This is the sixth and final day of the Conversations with Your Life Challenge. Thank you for taking part in this experience.

So, do you have a dream or goal that you’ve been keeping to yourself? Lots of us do… and we make up these elaborate stories to explain why it’s not possible. In today’s challenge, we examine the magical space we create when we stop believing our own lies and begin taking action. That’s such a powerful intersection of our lives.

During the course, I’ll be teaching some very specific skills to help participants dissolve those unwanted thoughts that stop us from taking risks and moving forward.

Big news:
I’ve created a self-study option for this course which includes the lessons and workbooks only. This option is a different price as well. Check it out here ~ the details for the Self Study Course are the bottom of the page.

Over this weekend, look for a short video on Facebook explaining the course.
 

Conversations with Your Life | Challenge: Day 4

Today, you’re invited
to make a list of all
the amazing things
your body does for you
and allows you to do.

List at least 20.

Then celebrate
+ say thank you!


Week 4 of the course with be all about conversations with your body. This is really yummy stuff.
 

Conversations with Your Life Challenge: Day 1

What’s the feeling you’d like to have as you start your day?
{Play with this. How can you fine tune your mornings?}

Week 1: Conversations you can have with your life at HOME.
In this week, there are three essays (in writing + audio versions) about my jade plant, loving your home as it is, and a Martha Beck tool called the 3 Bs. You’ll receive exercises and tools with each essay and a workbook for your good stuff.

Conversations with Your Life begins on Monday 30th October.
 

Conversations with Your Life: 6 Day Challenge

Starting tomorrow, Monday 16th October, I’ll be posting micro versions of a few of the exercises we’ll be doing in my upcoming course.

Each challenge will be posted here, on Facebook and Instagram.

I’d love for you to read the challenges, share and respond. Please participate in whatever way feels right to you.

Wishing you interesting + helpful Conversations with Your Life.
 

Your life as a house

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*This post was first published in The Sunday Reader.
**Soundtrack for this post: Ólafur Arnalds’ Living Room Songs and Adele’s 25.

We humans believe many things about ourselves that are not true or useful.

Round women, in particular, and women who perceive themselves to be round, are in terrible danger of creating for ourselves a too-small life. We apologize for ourselves, we slouch to take up less space and we embark on fewer physical adventures for fear of what other people might think about how we look as we cycle/swim/hike. Where our heart yearns for colour, polka dots and pink tulle skirts, we choose black. There are many photographs of our children but we’re not in them. We may even begin to believe, to give into, the story about fat people being lazy, unsuccessful and stupid OR we may work like crazy to demonstrate the ways in which we are not those things… and become workaholics and perfectionists instead. We say yes when we should say no. For me, the most damaging of all is the idea that we are not in the same “league” as the wonderful man or woman we might love, the toxic notion that somehow we are not good enough for a multitude of lovely life-things.

This silliness is a construction. I will repeat. It is all made up.

If we round women examine our own life as a house, many of us will see ~ upon VERY close inspection ~ that our dwelling (not our physical body but the way we’ve been living) is not structurally sound. This house will not hold the life we want. And once we’ve seen that truth, we can’t not see it. We’ll know, in our very bones, that we need to make changes in our lives but the way we proceed can’t be prescribed; the way forward will depend on our personality, our support network and our unique perspective on life. Some of us may feel crazy with anger about the condition of our home. We may want to burn the damned thing to the ground and have a bulldozer remove all evidence that particular house ever existed. Those wise souls who have, for some time, been aware that their house is no longer adequate may opt for a gentler dismantling and a recycling of materials in the building of their new home. The windows, for example, might be used in the construction of an arboretum, a warm peaceful place to grow orchids, drink tea and read novels. Perhaps some women will build their new house up around the old one which will live on as a storage space or a museum. The speed and method of construction is ours to decide but the important + challenging + magical bit lies in the recognition and understanding of the ways in which our current life-house does not meet our needs. When we see our house as it really is, we can mourn what’s been lost and begin to create a glorious new dwelling.

Yes. That’s it exactly. Glorious.

I’m working on a new project about life design for round women (and women who think of themselves as round). I’m not yet sure if it’s a book or a course but I know that I’ve been waiting a long time to write this, to share these thoughts, to encourage my fellow round women to get out into the vast beautiful world and LIVE the life you were made for, the one you desire with all your heart. This is not a small thing… to leave your old house after years of living there. Especially if you believed the only way you’d have a right to ask for something better was if you were thin.

Finally, I’d love to hear your thoughts about this project. You are invited to share your story with me… and/or tell me what you’d like me to include in this book/course. Please email me or leave a comment below. Thanks ever so much!
 

Living the questions

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“I would like to beg you dear Sir, as well as I can, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (1903)

The questions I’m living right now…
it’s like kindergarten in here.

one.
What if we cared as much about people as we do
about status?
{This morning a white porsche raced by the station splintering both
our harmony and the sound barrier. On the side of the car: Carrera.
Spanish for road. That driver needs a hug.}

two.
What if kindness were currency? Like money.
Gold coins.
Stocks.

three.
What if we lived our lives with our flapping red hearts on
the outside?
lubdub. lubdub. lubdub.

four.
What if joy were as much your job as your job is?

Oh! What if it is?

Perhaps it is.
 

66H

66H

I always sit at the back of the plane.
You get to board first
and if the flight isn’t full
that’s where the empty seats are.

I store my knapsack in the bin
settle into my seat
and watch the plane fill up.

Teenagers.
I notice teenagers.
Yellow bandanas
and red ones and blue.
A group of high school seniors.
And they’re swapping seats
and yelling across the plane.

One of the kids has a selfie stick
{which, I find myself thinking,
is not such a terrific idea on an airplane}
and then I wonder if I’ll be
that dead-eyed old woman
in their photos.

Then I see their teacher.

I wonder why people teach
if they don’t like kids?
{That’s not rhetorical.
I really wonder!}

When I say my pre-flight prayer
I add a bit:

Dear God,
As always, I am in your hands.
I place my trust in the Captain
and Co-Captain.
I bear no ill will
against any of my fellow passengers.
And thank you for sending these kids,
a 40-person JOY-reminder.
Amen.