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I rarely get sick… but when I do… I have the habit of doing it rather spectacularly!

I’ve been under the weather for over a week now and I don’t want to be. But for now there’s not much I can do about it [except get better!] And the fact that I am writing this [at all] means I must be on the mend!

Progress!

I sometimes wonder if viruses aren’t nature’s way of slowing us down. Knocking us back into shape. And offering us the opportunity to take a breath and make a few recommended adjustments! [Grin]

Sometimes we get a bit out of sync.

We know we’re out of sync with what’s “meant to be” when life gets kind of clunky. We’re busy. We’re working. We’re doing all we can. But life’s not co-operating with the plan… [our plan!]

No surprises that there are a number of universal truths that might be at play here!

You WILL always get stuck in traffic on the one day you are late.
You WILL always get sick on the one day you miss your vitamins.
You WILL always miss the bus right before it rains.
You WILL always notice the speed camera right after you sail past the sign.
You WILL discover the hole under the arm of your favourite jumper just when you were getting comfortable in it!
You WILL only notice barking dogs crying children and the low distant thump of sub woofers when you’re sick and you’re trying to write!

You know what I mean… [chuckles]

Learning to accept what’s “meant to be” sometimes seems like the hardest thing!

But resistance is useless!

Life won’t be forced…
because Life IS the force! [grin]

Sometimes we just have to shrug and say
“For now THIS IS what’s meant to be!”
[And look for the lesson in there somewhere - grin]

Last night’s super cool giant oval orange moon – amazing eh?

John Lennon once wrote…
“Life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans”
He was right.

It could just be those “other plans” that get us so unravelled…
and sometimes there is real value in letting them go!

Letting go allows “what will be” to simply BE…
and that’s [more often than not] when things just magically happen.

That’s all for now… paracetamol and back to bed!
Comments [and commiserations] gratefully received… and promptly replied to!

PS Take a look at this you tube clip. I have the DVD. Don’t you think Deepak has the most reassuringly soothing voice? (((chuckles)))

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Life Lesson 101

July 15, 2010 · 15 comments

Illustration Copyright © 2010 Jean Burman

This cartoon was so much fun to do. It brought back a truckload of childhood memories… of me and my little brother playing matchbox cars in the dirt in exchange for playing Barbie dolls and dress ups.  It was a tradeoff brought on by my mother promising me a little sister… and delivering a little brother instead. We eventually settled it amicably enough… and went on to become great playmates and the best of friends!

[B if you're reading this you can kill me later]

Ahhhh…

LIFE

Where on earth would we be without it?

[besides not here… I mean] *wink*

It turns out that what our parents told us… [and we never listened to at all] was true all along…

“Life is short” they said

But back then we couldn’t wait to be all grown up.

As kids we dreamed of having bedtime rights… power over our dinnertime vegetables… and freedom from ever having to eat anything either orange or brown and/or green ever again. We wanted to be big people and we wanted it now!

Remember how long those first 10 years took to go by?

Childhood went on for-ever!

[And here was me thinking that time was supposed to fly when you’re having fun]

But no matter which way you look at it… and despite how magical we might now remember those years to have been… all we really wanted back then was to be all grown up and just like them.

My mother used to always say “stop wishing your life away!”

[I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about - grin]

We kids played dress ups. We traipsed around our imaginary world in our mother’s high-heeled shoes and our father’s old shirts. We played house. We cooked imaginary dinner… we made tea… and went off to imaginary work. We couldn’t wait to grow up!

In our little world it was we who had the last say… just like the big people who really held sway in our lives… and were forever telling us when it was time for bed… and what would happen to us if we didn’t eat our peas!

The teenage years went by a little bit faster [but not much]… and were fraught with an awkwardness that most of us would probably now much rather forget.

At best they were just a means to an end that would bring us one more inconvenient step closer to our desired ideal of being grown up… independent… and magnificent… [IF we deigned to get with the program and hung in there long enough!]

And yes… I did say magnificent [because back then we not only thought it was entirely possible to become our true magnificent selves… we absolutely knew it was only a matter of time before we automatically would!]

When was it [I wonder] that we stopped thinking we could be magnificent?

Hold that thought.

You’ll need it later.

For most people the years after that really begin to wind out. We are now so busy getting on with our new “grown up” life… that we very soon forget to notice that time is literally disappearing before our very eyes… along with our well intentioned dreams… our hopes… and our precisely laid out plans!

From here on in… the daily living of “the necessary life” begins to suck the life right out of the living of it [which incidentally gives real clout to the old adage… “the hurrier I go the behinder I get!”]

For most people the wake up call comes in the midst of life… at a time when our seemingly insurmountable responsibilities and endless challenges reach an all time high. We realise as if for the first time that we have been living our life on an ever faster spinning wheel.

We wake up one morning and look around our lives and wonder where the time went… what happened to our dreams… and wonder why our life now looks so different to the one we had envisioned for ourselves… back in those heady happy days… running around the backyard bogged up to the ankles in our mother’s high heeled shoes!

“We all only have today” my Grandmother used to say.

[I had trouble negotiating this idea as a child…but I could tell by the tone of her voice that the message was a "grave" one - grin]

Did we really wish our lives away?

Or more importantly…

“Are we wasting the time we have right now?

Fortunately it’s never too late to reclaim “the time of your life!”

But let’s do it sooner… rather than later.

Regardless of how old you are… [or how young you might still be for that matter]

There has never been a better time than NOW

To realise your hopes and dreams!

Go on… get out there and

BE AMAZING!

This Post was written in response to a request from fellow Blogger Abubakar Jamil for submissions to his Life Lessons series.  I enjoyed the opportunity to explore and revisit some of the deep and dreamy recesses of my childhood memories here. [Grin] Thank you!

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The ancient Greeks didn’t write Eulogies.  They asked just one question when a man died…”Did he have passion?” – Serendipity 2001

Artwork & all Content © 2010 Jean Burman

Passion is power. It’s the spark that lights the fire… that drives the engine… that powers the purpose… that gets the whole darned show on the road. But it’s a risky business. Seriously. Hopes and dreams will be quashed. Hearts can and will be broken… [probably more than a couple of times!] But what are the choices here? Honestly… there aren’t any.

Because a life lived without passion is a life half-lived.

There is no secret to having passion. Anyone can have it.

It’s a choice. An attitude. A viewpoint.

“Passion makes the world a better place. It gives [every] job a purpose. It warms the heart. And nourishes the mind. It lights us up from the inside out… and elevates an ordinary everyday into an extra-ordinary experience”

Passion.

Anyone who gives a damn has already got it.
Anyone who ever achieved anything has had to [firstly] find it.
Anyone who wants it badly enough can go within and get it – [you can't look for it on the outside - because you won't find it there]

And it won’t always be easy.

Passion challenges the status quo. It asks the difficult questions. And demands an adequate answer. It holds us to account. It keeps it real. It forces the hard decisions. And offers impossible choices. But it also shows us who we are…. or who we could be… and the stuff we’re really made of!

Passion makes every single thing in life worthwhile. It delivers energy enthusiasm drive and follow through. [It goes without saying that when you love something you're going to want to do it well and often!]

Passion and greatness are within the grasp of everyone. And by greatness we’re not talking fame… [big difference - grin]

Anyone can be Famous… not everyone will be Great!

Passion can be found in the smallest of places… in the humblest of circumstances… and in the darkest of situations. It’s not the job… it’s how you work at it!

The possibilities and opportunities for anyone who wants to find their passion are endless. So here’s the challenge… if you’re brave enough [and you haven't found it already]

Look for the passion that will make your life great!

No matter how hard it is to find.
No matter how long it takes.
No matter how much it might hurt.
No matter how many times you might fail
… or what you might lose.

No excuses.

No regrets.

Because there can be no regrets in the quest for a life lived with passion. There is no downside.

When we do the stuff we love… and surround ourselves with the people who make our heart sing… we will see ourselves for who we really are. And if we have found our passion… and lived it well… there’s a pretty good chance we will like what we see!

So waddayareckon?  Do you want to go out with your heart on fire and your wheels still spinning?

Okay… I’ll race you to the corner!

You start (((chuckles)))

Aunty Heather is 96. She lost the love of her life 4 years ago… but continues to paint.
She recently swapped her oil paints for acrylics.
She loves how the brushes wash out in water!
I just love her!

Comments [as always] are very welcome…
or as you might have noticed I now have a little doover [aussie slang for thingamebob]
below which you can click on to share this post on Facebook or Twitter if you enjoyed it here.
Up to you… but I’d kinda like to see if it works! [grin]

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Artwork & Content Copyright 2010 Jean Burman

There has been a lot of talk lately on blogs about the virtues of the Minimalist lifestyle.

For the uninitiated… minimalism is where the “stuff” of life is pared down to the bare essentials.  The idea here is that people should divest themselves of as many material goods, people and things as is practically possible.

Lose the house, the wife, the beamer, and the Blahniks… but keep the surfboard.  You know… that sort of thing. Now put the remaining contents of your life (no more than 20 things) into a suitcase and get on with your life.  Do what you want to do. Be who you want to be. Get a life… but make it a basic one… *sigh* [Grin]

So who does this apply to? And how will the downsize impact upon everyone else in your life?

Don’t get me wrong. I completely understand the thrust of the argument. And I am not completely averse.

In this crazy consumer driven society we are presently attempting to subsist in… there is definitely a call for moderation in the accumulation of “stuff”. Especially for anyone who has ever owned three Porches a couple of Penthouses a home in the country and two standard Poodles all at the same time… not necessarily in that order… and not necessarily on the same continent! [chuckles]

But what about the rest of us?

Is minimalism really something we should be aspiring to?

I may be playing the devils advocate here. But someone has to ask the question and I reckon it may as well be me! [insert cheeky grin here] And in asking the question…  I do acknowledge that many people have had minimalism foisted upon them because of the global financial crisis or for other reasons beyond their control.  We are not talking here about them.

But in the cold hard light of day… if we were to have a real choice… would we actually choose to live a spartan existence?  Is scrimping and saving… nipping and tucking on a lifestyle that might already be modest by the average standard really a good thing to do? Or should we be trying for… and aspiring to bigger and better things?

The Dictionary description of the opposing types gives us a clue as to what we are really dealing with here.

A Minimalist [noun] is one who advocates a moderate conservative approach action or policy.

A Maximalist [noun]  is a person who favors direct or revolutionary action to achieve a goal.

So if a Maximalist is someone who favours direct or revolutionary action to achieve a goal… I reckon I would rather be a Maximalist!  [Who are we to deny ourselves the comfort of abundance?] *wink*


“Time Was” Copyright 2010 Jean Burman

My Grandmother’s watch…

By abundance I don’t mean… luxury.  And I’m not advocating wasteful excess either.  What I am talking about is ownership of the small things that make our life not only comfortable familiar and safe… but also joyful fun and inspiring.  Because despite what we all might say or think… “things” do bring us joy.  They connect us to the people we know and have known and the places we have been and loved.

We come into the world with nothing and we all just as surely go out the same way. Why not then… while we are here… and to the best of our capacity to provide for it… allow ourselves the luxury of owning a few key material things that can make our life great?

The other day I dug out three small much loved recipe books I bought for myself over half a lifetime ago. All those years ago they promised Minimum Effort Maximum Effect… and on that they have delivered! As a metaphor for life I like that! Grin. The pages are dog-eared and splattered with the ingredients of a thousand wonderful dinners prepared with love over all those years.  I love those little books.  They have brought me joy and will continue to do so for many years to come!

Life is here for us to live and enjoy.  Each and every day.  And as long as we are not hurting anyone… harming anything… being careless with the gifts of love and material goods that are bestowed upon us… let’s just enjoy it all.  We have so little time.  It’s now or never.  So go on… live a little…

Live Life to the Max!

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