Where Are You Going?

Do you know, where you’re going and how long it will take to get there?

Mikey’s blog on Momentum made me wonder.  You can read his post on momentum and happiness here:  Momentum is Your Secret Key to Happiness

I’ve never thought about happiness in these terms, but he has an equation that I liked:

“The directional Momentum in your Life = Your Thoughts (Mass)  x  (Velocity) the number of times you think them.”

How are you moving? What are you thinking about and how often are you thinking your thoughts?

I know where I’m going and you’re obviously on this ride with me, as we’re sharing this happiness journey together every day.  It’s a daily practice and I think we have some Momentum.

Just another thought to add to your collection. You’re welcome. And thank you, Mikey for commenting on my blog and leading me to yours.

nAMaste

 

 

 

Threading Together Some Monday Fun

Mondays.

Do you like them?

I sometimes do. It’s like a fresh start to the week and to start over again.

Today was slow to go though. I had a great weekend and woke up feeling blue, knowing that my sister and my niece were heading home.  It made me sad to watch her car drive away, wishing that we lived closer to each other.  I wanted to jump in the front seat, right next to her and go with her wherever she went. That didn’t happen. Instead, I wiped the tears away and went inside to clean.  That’s what I do when I’m sad or mad. It feels like it gives me a little control over my situation when my emotions are out of whack.

I also had anxiety because our kitten had to have surgery today and I was worried about her all day. We learned she’s basically a freak of nature, and that when she was spayed, they didn’t quite get everything out which is very rare. She’s been acting like she’s in heat, which is no fun either.  They had to go and do exploratory surgery to find the extra ovarian tissue. Poor baby, girl.  Now she has to wear a cone for 2 weeks before she goes back to have her stitches removed. I feel so sad for her and we have to give her medicine twice a day for two weeks.  *big sigh*

The good news was that Jeff came home early to drive with me to pick her up and we had a mini-weird date enjoying the 45 minute car ride in traffic. We brought Zuma home and Juliana watched her and got her set up safely and comfortably away from our other cat.

When everyone and every cat was taken care of, Jeff and I snuck away for a quick Monday night Happy Hour, which made everything all right and settled my mind.  We took a moment just for us and this made me happy.

  
Mondays are good.

Life is good.

How was your Monday?

 

 

Cooking Dinner

  
I still love cooking dinner for my family. It makes me happy to slow down and to slice and dice and provide for my family this way.  

Tonight I enjoyed cooking this beef, green bean and scallions with garlic and ginger stir fry over rice.  As I was cooking in the kitchen, all the kids were studying together at the kitchen table and Juliana was helping to prepare our Christmas cards.  I loved that we were all working together in the same space and I was happy to be off my computer and to have her help.

This was one of the highlights of my busy and fulfilling day.

What was the highlight of your day?

Keep breathing and enjoying this one beautiful life.

xoxo

nAMaste at the End of the Day

It’s been killing me to not write tonight. I gave myself permission not to, which is all I needed. I felt free!! And my spark came back.

I was feeling sad today about giving up my creative outlet. I made a really nice dinner and thought my cooking was my creative outlet and I enjoyed being in the moment chopping green beans and slicing flank steak across the grain for the stir fry I was preparing. I felt joy in taking the time to cook for my family and hoped they would appreciate my gift, which they all did.

But the real gift came when sitting with Juliana, eating dinner just the two of us before our evening events.

I told her about my blog post last night and she was shocked and told me that she thought I was making a bad choice. She reminded me about how much I love writing and how it’s been the consistent thing I do every day and how it’s been the common thread since before we moved to Amsterdam. She reminded me that it’s my “nAMaste at the end of the day” and it’s my mindfulness practice and time to reflect. That girl makes me think and my mind is open to her opinion, even when hers is different than mine.  Although, she just brought out the truth I was hiding. She was right. 

As we sat and chatted together, Zuma came and parked herself on my lap. This is the cat that doesn’t want to be held and does her own thing and doesn’t want to be bothered. Yet last night and today, she came and sat on me and made me sit still. I wanted to move and do work, yet I stayed and listened to her too. When I tried to take her picture, she hid in my lap and made me smile.  

 Sometimes you need to slow down and just be. So I did.

And tonight when I thought I wasn’t going to write, I saw Cassie’s story circles post on Facebook. She does the same thing that I do every night, except she reflects on her day through art and she does it every night after the house quiets down. It’s her ritual, just like mine. She shows up and takes time for herself, being creative and doing what she loves, even when she’s tired.

So Juliana and Cassie, thank you for inspiring me to keep writing. I’m not ready to stop tonight. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe not. Just knowing that I have the freedom to not write on any given night is a gift. Isn’t it weird how we make up our own rules and change them? I’ll leave you with that thought…

nAMaste at the end of the day.

xo

Walking Date

Jeff and I decided to walk to our downtown farmer’s market this morning.  

  
Surprisingly, all three kids decided to join us. Walking together reminded me of the times we walked together through Amsterdam and I was thankful they were all with me. It felt weird walking a mile and a half through residential streets when most people are not out walking. We don’t live in a walking kind of town, but it felt good to be an outlier.

I loved walking and people watching and tasting fresh fruits and cheeses.  We liked seeing all the vendors, fruits and veggies displays, and listening to the music performers. 

   
 
I loved the lighting on the veggies.

Each of us chose something for brunch and we found a table where we could sit together and share a family potluck meal, even sharing utensils.  It felt like we were camping. The crazy thing was that both Jeff and I felt the same way and we both said the exact same expression simultaneously. This was so eerily weird and cool at the same time.

While walking back home, we stopped in to see our friends and shared a cup of coffee.  I love that this was even a possibility.

   
 These are the best days, simple and sweet.

 
Life is good, outdoors.

Nesting

Something is seriously wrong with me.

I went back to work and I’m now trying to merge my stay at home mom lifestyle and expectations with my new part-time, working mom time commitments. Wednesdays are my “day off” and feel like my Sunday, like my day to catch up and to exercise and see friends and make appointments and to run errands and to supposedly cook like a wild woman!

Yesterday, I had to leave the house early and was gone and in and out all day and night. I had no time to cook and this bothered me. I like to have food readily available for my family when they come home. They’re all busy too, and providing food feels like I’m providing comfort and energy so that everyone survives. So dramatic, I know. But seriously. They can cook on their own and make their own food, but I still want to do it and feel like I’m doing my job. I want to take care of them this way and show them my love this way. I love that they enjoy my cooking and I feel connected to them through food. So when I literally couldn’t fit in the cooking time any time during the day yesterday, I felt like a failure. Not really, but really I’m feeling dramatic today, so let’s just go with an F- in the food department.

So today I made up for it because I had time.  I also had pounds of chicken and beef and veggies that I had planned to use yesterday, so I got busy. I had leftovers to repurpose and new recipes to try and a dish that Juliana asked me to make, plus 2 dishes I wanted to recreate from the Indonesian restaurant we visited this past weekend. I had big dreams to fill today and I made 6 different things, plus washed all the dishes and put them away. All in a day and now I feel happy with my full fridge.

In case you’re curious about what I made, I made a spicy Indonesian beef rendang, Indonesian sayur lodeh, gluten free/light/baked coconut chicken, some sort of mediterranean chicken and cauliflower in a tomato and onion sauce, chicken marsala, and Julie’s spaghetti pizza bake recipe. Oh, and Thai jasmine rice to soak up all the sauces.

So no one should go hungry for the rest of the week. Phew. I feel so much better now with food in the nest, ready to feed my flock.

How do you nest?

nAMaste BeLoveRs

Are You Interesting?

You were very interesting when you were born. We all were. We all had people interested in our coming to life and celebrated us. We were very interesting, probably for a very long time. But over the years, some of us become boring. Why is that? Are you boring or are you interesting and what makes you interesting? Hmm… I’m always interested in learning about other people and their interesting interests, even when I don’t share them. I find passionate people very interesting.

What are you passionate about? Are you afraid to share your interests? I think fear gets in the way for some people and they hide away instead of connecting and celebrating and living out loud.

Seth Godin just posed this question here -> Seth’s blog and he made me think of the most interesting person I know, who fascinates me.

This would be my husband. He is one of the most interesting people in the world to me and I love hearing his stories and being a part of his life.

Like right now, he’s making a slab of bacon on the smoker, which has been smoking for 6 hours. The smell of the apple wood chips burning in the smoker is drifting into my kitchen while I write. I’m smelling the sweet smells and hearing the hum of the smoker’s convection fan. He promised his friends at work that one day he’d bring them some home made bacon, but he didn’t tell them when he would bring it in. I bet they are going to be surprised this week.

  
I bought a pork belly at Costco last week, and it has been sitting in our refrigerator, rubbed in spices and curing, as he turned the slab from side to side every day, awaiting today’s smoking.  After it smokes, he will slice it and share it and fry it in a pan.  I can’t wait. I know his friends are anxiously waiting too for the day to arrive with bacon in hand. Who doesn’t love bacon?

  
And this is only one interesting fact about the man I married. He chooses to show up and to share his gifts and talents EVERY day. He is funny and kind, hard working and loving and I love how much others love him too. He sincerely cares about people and is always making this world a better place. I’m so happy he was born and that he chose to share his life with us. He is VERY interesting.

I could go on and on, but I’ll save that for another day.

What makes you interesting? Go out and SHINE!

Who is interesting to you? Share. Connect. Think about it. This is a fun one!

I hope you have a FaBuLoUs and iNteResTing week.

nAMaste BeLoveRs

xoxoxox