“2020 is the year that I am going to (insert here):”
Get in shape
Go to church
Run every day
Be a better person
If these phrases sound familiar, how’s that going for you?
Often, we are gangbusters to start, letting up by the first week, and giving in by mid-January. Feeling like a failure and counting the days with Cheetos until January 2021.
You know what? THAT’S OKAY!
January 1 is not a magic day, moment, or event that will suddenly give you the superpowers to do whatever it is you think you need to do.
I’m inviting you to approach your 2020 goals differently by rejecting the “all-or-none” mindset humans tend to adopt.
Practice silencing the monkey-brain and replace the chatter with self-compassion and reflection.
Will losing ten pounds make us younger, more loved, more valued? Does commanding a substantial income or getting a fancy job increase our currency with our loved ones? I’d argue on all accounts that it doesn’t.
If you woke today, feeling melancholy about your unaccomplished goals, remember that each day is a chance to begin again.
With renewed spirit.
An attitude of gratitude – a catchy phrase singing in my brain this morning. A song set on repeat that won’t go away unless I address it.
Not that I would ever want that song to go away.
Her premise is that you wake each morning with the expectation that something “amazingly awesome” will happen. With that expectation, you draw in and think about (at least) three things for which you are thankful. She spends much of the book helping the reader to find gratitude in the big obvious, the mundane, and even the awful.
The gratitude I’m talking about in this book is anything but flimsy or 101. Let’s call it ferocious gratitude. In-your-face gratitude. None of the namby-pamby, sunshine-and-lollipops crap.**
Her hypothesis is that by changing our frequency to one of gratitude (she calls it D-Buzz, or God) we can change our lives, our outlook, our future.
With all of the turmoil in this world and our busy schedules who has time for Woo Woo Gratitude? I do. You do. Our lives depend on it because gratitude changes brain chemistry. Making the time to find gratitude, no matter your level of privilege, brings a richness to life that goes beyond society’s perception of wealth.
**When we don’t stop daily to inventory all the gazillion things going right in our lives, the crazy voices in our heads try to make us their bitch.
In 2020, I’ll be testing a theory I regarding wellness, body image, and blood sugar control. My hypothesis as follows:
1) Wellness: If we are thankful for the parts of our life where we feel healthy and whole, we may be able to deemphasize disease or pain. The theory doesn’t minimize any battle you may be facing, but there isn’t harm in mentally reciting thank you for letting me breathe today at the same time we take a pill for lung disease or connect an oxygen tank.
2) Body Image: Praising and loving the thighs that carry us to work and play. Embracing the jiggle that gives us a joyful wiggle. If we focus on the body parts we don’t like, the self-loathing and hatred we feel becomes all that we can see. Our inner voice feeds a vicious cycle of poor body image and accompanying health habits.
3) Blood Sugar Control: Many times, the funky way we feel (hungry, tired, irritable, thirsty) can be because our blood sugar is out of whack. When that happens, we reach for simple sweets and quick energy. When placed with other intuitive eating practices, I suggest that striving for a gratitude phrase instead of a cookie may help long-term blood sugar control.
**When we don’t militantly count our blessings, the voices start jabbering, telling us that life sucks, that we suck. They’re like the ticker crawl at the bottom of a news broadcast, running continuously in a nonstop loop.
Now, it’s your turn. What are you thankful for? You don’t have to be a regular blogger with a website to participate. Sign in with a first name and an e-mail. Name three (or more) in the comments below. Be cheesy, be silly, be in-your-face-full-of-thankfulness. Shout it to the rooftops, proclaim it on Instagram or in the shower. Share your spirit and let your soul sing!
I know that something amazingly awesome is coming your way.
Birthday cake! Cake! Just cake! ~~Kid President
I stared at the blinking cursor most of Sunday afternoon, trying to decide how to step forward onto the next set of stones that will lead through 2020.
I’m not new to blogging, and I met many of you in the hallways at Lipstick and Laundry almost eight years ago. We celebrated our imperfections, toe-dipped into a pool of vulnerability and laughed so we wouldn’t cry. The page is still active, but life has changed since my last entry in January 2019.
Since then, my kids emptied the nest, and my corporate job as a healthcare consultant has become a memory. A severance package replaced 18-hour travel days and fast-paced weeks. My first experience with a millennial job placement expert was humbling, and I was miffed with the recommendation to “remove any reference to years of service on the resume that might date you.” I guess 30 years of experience isn’t a good thing
Be careful what you wish for.
The pink slip package showed up in an e-mail after a scripted department teleconference. The fear bubbling in my belly surprised me and I was blindsided by worry, boredom, and feelings of inadequacy, rejection and what now?
I practice and teach yoga. As a student, I’m drawn to the back of the room where I breathe quietly, don’t take up space, and practice without flair. While teaching, I encourage breath, mindfulness, and self-compassion. In both roles, I often whisper to myself “Humble your warrior. Listen to your body. Pay attention to your breath. Be kind.”
2019 was the year of Humble Warrior and the application went beyond the yoga studio. A recognition that I’m not invincible and that vulnerability is not where I like to place my mat. The epiphany that it doesn’t help anyone when I act like I’m fine when I’m not. Even though I celebrate and love the imperfections of others, I do not tolerate any of it in myself.
Which brings me here. With you.
I am returning to the roots of who I was when I first graduated as a young dietitian and healthcare provider. I’m inviting you to do this with me in whatever way serves you best. Whether you chose to follow along quietly or contract with me for services, I’ll come to our conversations with kindness, a listening ear, and heart meant to help you harness your power.
I got you. Let me know how I can help.
Whether we’ve met before or this is our first interaction please introduce yourself in the comments below!