Have you ever been a victim of your own thoughts?
If you are not sure, just think about the one or two or 50 nights when you were plagued by thoughts and constant thinking and you couldn’t shut down your mind and get to sleep. Or, you woke up in the middle of the night and you couldn’t go back to sleep.
Retirement is a fruitful time to develop creative projects and activities that inspire and increase the general health of your mind, body, and spirit. So, let’s get creative!
As women who have lived for over five decades, we already know that central to most problems in the human condition is the idea that you create expectations for many situations in life. It’s an emotional sink hole, highly difficult to maintain.
It’s the holiday season. We are probably thinking about buying gifts for family and friends right now. But have you thought about giving yourself a gift? How many times do you give yourself an important gift in your life? I don’t mean a cashmere sweater gift. I don’t mean a facial or massage gift.
If Christmas is supposed to be the happiest time of the year, why are we all so stressed, anxious and miserable? Why does so much unpleasant stuff come up during the Christmas holidays? Have you ever noticed how many deaths occur in December? How many people get sick? How many people are divorcing? Fighting? Separating? Angry? Pissed off?
On those days when your mature woman mojo isn’t plugged in and your mind and body simply refuse to move, how do you climb out of bed, get motivated, and stay on the most effective, positive path?
How many of us, still in the working universe – or maybe working from home – think they need coffee to boost their energy and jump-start their day? How many of us wake up with a fuzzy brain and mindlessly think a shot of java will do it for them?
Decades ago, I decided that it would be my major intention in life to develop more patience. As a result, I am always mindful of my pre-disposition to lose patience with people, places, things, and most of all, grocery store check-out lines.
This is the story of a 74-year-old grandmother. Of course, this is my story, a story about how I joyfully help my family when they need me in summer, fall, winter or spring.