Sunday Reflection Quote…I’ve always had a sweet palate and choose not to marinate in bitterness. There have been painful growth spurts sprinkled over the last few years; however, an intentional mindset of gratitude and grit has made the difference. Thankful, indeed.
When holiday season rears its head, it feels like an annoying splinter I can’t seem to wriggle free. The actual holiday itself isn’t the issue, but rather my expectations or perception of how the time should be spent.
Since I am an only child, don’t have children, and come from a small family, the stressful cooking and shopping serpent doesn’t loom overhead. I feel like I’m dust slowly gathering on the outside of a fishbowl—everyone else is frantically swimming around gift buying, dessert baking, and holiday decorating, but I’m stationary—on the outside, hoping to be wiped free.
All of those actions haven’t made it to my to-do list or calendar and I don’t foresee it happening in the near future. Does that mean I somehow feel left out? Yes and no. In some respects, I’m relieved I don’t have the same stress or anxiety as others. However, there’s a part…
Sunday Reflection Quote…A little more than a month ago I fell down another rabbit hole. After digging myself out, I’m grateful Perspective hit me between the eyes. Despite being wired as a seeker, I have so much to be thankful for and I have faith my time will come. I’m feeling more content than I have in a long time. What a relief!
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Sunday Reflection Quote (yes, on Monday)…Spending the past week with family and friends, breathing mountain air, being on water, and hitting the links rejuvenated my downtrodden heart. I’ve become acutely aware the stretch from October-February can be a rough go. At the same time, there’s liberation in knowing; knowing despite the bumps I’m in a better space. I’m surrounded by wonderful people and have great experiences. Life is truly good!! Thankful, thankful, thankful.
Sunday Reflection Quote…Memories old and new, thought provoking conversations, stretch experiences, and personal challenges have rounded out the last two weeks of summer break. As I’ve listened and observed, the beauty in others has been revealed. Thus, a realization has been confirmed…Rather than seeking acceptance and approval, I just need to be me, as I am and wish to seem. We all have our nuances and idiosyncrasies. For that, I am thankful.
Sunday reflection quote…Things have been a little wonky in both good and not so good ways the last couple weeks. Nonetheless, I choose to accept what is, forgive others and myself as needed, reset, and press on.
I’m continuing to focus on a work-life-health balance, which has really put me in a good space. I’m consciously refraining from overextending myself or trying to please everyone. I’m choosing to establish boundaries and assert myself, as needed. I have the tendency to be really hard on myself, which is a slippery slope for self-sabotage. At least I’m mindful, able to let go, then reset.
I choose to do things I enjoy (golf/gym/friends), stop and smell the roses (sunset or eye candy), and keep on keeping on. I am grateful and abundant.
Back in my moccasin and penny loafer days in high school, my best friend asked if I ever wore sneakers. She said this with a hint of judgment meaning “Don’t you ever dress down?” I didn’t, unless I had a specific purpose such as playing a sport, or wearing grubby ones for yard work or camping.
However, there was a short stint during middle school where wore sneakers on a regular basis. They were a navy blue pair of high top Converse, which was a big to-do for my family to purchase. Mom wanted to know why a girl would want such “ugly boy shoes.” Dad was concerned about the quality of canvas and the price tag attached. After much cajoling, the box made it home. I wore my Cons almost daily with pride. Those shoes were a snapshot capturing a moment when I finally got my way and satisfied a longing for “Cool.” For once I was wearing something name brand and I felt in sync with the style of the time. The Cons made it about three years through the wear and tear of a teenager. By the time they were reluctantly placed into the garbage, there were small holes, random doodle designs, and crossed out names of crushes dancing along the sole.
A pair of indoor soccer shoes used for just one season from several years ago still occupy the farthest corner of my closet. I can’t seem to part with them. They represent a time when I played games at 10:00 at night, sweated profusely, and felt that athletic high. I had war stories to share the next day of jammed toes and ripped fingernails from being slammed into the Plexiglas wall and bruises worn with pride. They reflect a time of aggression, release, and belonging to an unlikely team of all female elementary teachers.