There were two discussions on social media that gathered a lot of attention. One was from a dog owner who was upset that someone called the police because they were unhappy with the dogs being off leash at the nearby elementary school where being off leash is prohibited.
The other story was about a patron of Costco who was angry because a Costco employee insisted they wear a face mask before entering, which is the current rule for all who enter.
Both people sharing their stories were very upset with the restrictions on their freedom that they did not choose, which brings me to tonight’s post about the definition of freedom.
One way to think of freedom is freedom to or freedom from. For example, one has the freedom to smoke and one desires the freedom from smoke. When one’s freedom choice infringes on the freedom of another, we might think about the greater good. If one’s freedom to do something infringes on another’s freedom from something, that’s a good time to consider others for the greater good of humanity. One is not wrong for wanting to practice their individual right however creating peace in this world some times involves self sacrifice for the greater good.
Let’s practice respecting the other and considering when we can let go of our own personal rights for the sake of the greater good in our communities, as we can.
A negative mind will never give you a positive life.
This was what was sitting on our table at the tea shop. I love quotes and sayings that make me think.
Last week I was lucky enough to share tea with Jessie. She’s in junior high school and we’ve been friends since before she was born.
We used to paint our nails together and go on nature walks, playing with and picking up the fallen leaves in the neighborhood.
For Christmas a couple years ago, I gave her gift cards to get bubble teas, which all the kids love around here in Silicon Valley.
A couple weeks ago, I shared a picture of her via text, from our joint family vacation, that made me smile as I relived the joy from that day. I casually mentioned letting me know if she wanted to get away for a tea date.
She texted me back, smiling from the memories and later texted again asking if I wanted to go for tea on Friday. My schedule was full and I said yes. Creating space for joy and intention and connection is on my priority list. I texted her mom to be sure it was okay. I love having things to anticipate and this brought great joy.
Friday came and the two of us headed out for our date. We sat and shared our drinks, popcorn chicken and conversation without cell phones interrupting us. We didn’t want to go back.
I loved this moment and hearing about her life. I’m sure glad she wasn’t too busy and chose to want to spend time with me and tea.
There’s not much in the world I can truly say I hate. But I hateHarvey.
We have been sitting here for more hours than I can begin to count being brutally lashed by his seemingly never ending fury. I would be lying if I said it wasn’t scary…terrifying…at times, but we are among the lucky ones. We are safe and dry.
Harvey has taken so much from so many. Homes, lives, hopes, jobs–all washed into the Gulf of Mexico by his relentless anger. As the horrifying images and desperate needs flash across my screen in endless and quick succession, I sit here with tears in my eyes. Where do you begin? I have never felt so helpless. My neighbors are in dire straits and I can’t do anything but pray. It’s a terrible feeling.
Pregnant women and their toddlers stuck on roofs waiting hours upon hours for…
I’ve missed writing and think about it often, wondering what I would write if I chose to write each night I think about writing but don’t actually begin.
I’ve enjoyed the gift of time from not writing and also miss the days of continuity and focusing on what went well each day when I was writing. That yin and yang thing is always present and there are trade offs, aren’t there?
The little thing that caught my attention today was making the kids’ lunches again. I used to make their lunches, then Jeff made their lunches, and then they made their lunches, you know, practicing growing up and being responsible for taking care of themselves. When we had our Japanese exchange student with us earlier this month, I was making breakfasts, lunches and dinners for everyone, including my BIG kids. After Kohei left, I kinda carried on and continued making lunches, gave up breakfasts and still make dinners. I realized I actually love making their lunches and the connection this creates, providing for them this way. I love that it makes them happy and takes a little bit of the burden away from their busy mornings, even if they could do it for themselves. I love when Juliana texts me during the day to say how much she enjoyed what was prepared for her, or shares her gratitude and a moment of thought, connection, love.
This saying keeps coming up and making me smile so I thought I’d take a minute to share it with you.
Don’t dwell in the hell. This was my mantra after getting in an argument with my husband, being frustrated with the kids, after my Amazon order got lost, and well, you get it.
Stuff happens. People make you mad. Things get broken. People forget. Stuff goes missing. Things don’t get done. People disappoint. Holiday schedules make us crazy with more to do’s.
And, life is still beautiful when we choose not to stay on the frustration station. Change the channel. Let go. Forgive. Be kind to yourself and others. Focus on the good stuff, in you, your loved ones, and in these moments. These are the days to create our happily ever after.