The Gift of Awareness

Even though they say knowing is half the battle, sometimes it feels like awareness is more frustrating than not knowing. If I don’t know something I can blame a third party. I can live my life in blissful ignorance. I can avoid the issue. I can step around it. I can duck the pain because being aware can be very painful. It can sting. It can make you feel small. It can make you feel exhausted. Like the battle’s too big for you to even begin trying to fight it. Like you can never win anyway so you might as well duck under the pillow and not listen to the voices in your head.

But, of course, we all know that when there’s an elephant in the room, it takes all the space there is.

That’s how awareness works for me. Once I know, I can’t un-know. My brain constantly shows me examples of how I repeat that weakness or bad behavior. Sometimes I even see it coming and still can’t stop it. Because knowing myself doesn’t always mean I can stop myself from making bad choices or decisions.

But still.

As frustrating and frightening and defeating as it might feel, I am a huge fan of awareness.

I believe in making choices consciously. I am grateful for the power of having options. I like to know the cards I am holding so I can decide if I want to rearrange them, let one go, or even let them all go.

I’ve been teaching this class on time. And when you start to look at where your time goes, the instinct to self-reprimand is strong. Just like when you’re gaining weight and you sit down to write all the things you actually eat, you often feel ashamed of how much you do indeed lie to yourself all day long. It’s not the eating. It’s how you *think* you’re eating so much less (or differently) than you actually are. It’s how you spend three times as much time on the computer as you think you do. It’s how you can see that you certainly have 30 minutes to spare to exercise each day.

Truth can feel painful.

But it also gives you the power to run your own life. I can’t remember where I read it but I remember an article about newborn babies and how even they prefer to have the choice to make their own decisions. How important it is to have options and to feel like we’re in control (even at that young age.) So knowing where your time goes gives you the option to change it. It puts the reins back in your hands. The reason it feels overwhelming is because “With great power comes great responsibility.”

But the thing is, whether we like to face it or not, we are responsible for our lives. We’re responsible for what we eat, what we do, how we talk, the words we say, the actions we take. And the way we spend our minutes. We already have all this responsibility whether we like it or not. The great gift of awareness is that it gives you a clear view into how things actually are. So you can make your decisions with 20/20 vision.

Would you rather go at it blind?

I’ve decided to embrace the gift of awareness. Bring it on. It’s part of growing up and owning who you are. Living in your story. Making the choices and standing by them. Good or bad. I prefer to see things clearly and make all my choices with acute awareness.

I only wish it was as simple to have a clear picture of how things are in all areas of my life.

Daily Sketching – Week 35

More girls.

Sunday :

Monday:

Tuesday:

Wednesday:

Thursday: (this one turned out odd.)

and then I took the rest of the week off. I am trying to figure out what direction I should take the sketching but I haven’t decided yet. Need some time to think about it more.


Daily Sketching is a weekly project for 2011. You can see a detailed post on my steps here.

December Daily – Day Six

And here we are for day six.

The next page in my book was a photo I loved so I just added some stickers to remind myself of my message.

I took a photo of our tree but I already have one later in the book from last year. This year it’s more blue lights so I wanted this one, too. I loved the way it looked on this page so I just couldn’t resist putting it down on there with a sticker.

and here it is as a spread.

and on the back, I put photos from yesterday night. I hosted book club at my house so I put up the photo of my table and chairs prepped and a photo of our book. Some thoughts and my page was done:

And that’s it for day six. Trying to take it easy this year and not stress myself out about this project in any way so I can savor the season.

A Book a Week – The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I had The Perks of Being a Wallflower for quite some time but didn’t get around to reading it. Then I saw it on someone’s pinterest board and remembered that I had it and decided to finally tackle it.

I am so so so glad I did.

This book was truly wonderful. I enjoyed all of it and it will stay with me for quite some time. There were many many parts I underlined, but here are a few because I know I will want to remember.

  • Here’s another thing to remember: hope keeps you alive. Even when you’re dead, it’s the only thing that keeps you alive
  • But for some of us there’s only today. And the truth is, you never really know.
  • It’s like when you are excited about a girl and you see a couple holding hands, and you feel so happy for them. And other times you see the same couple, and they make you so mad. And all you want is to always feel happy for them because you know that if you do, then it means that you’re happy, too.
  • “I would die for you. But I won’t live for you.” Something like that. I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and then make the choice to share it with other people.
  • So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.
  • We accept the love we think we deserve.

The Voice of your Soul

A friend emailed me earlier this week and said that she stopped making art because of unkind words. This particular friend had just recently found her wings and was creating a lot of wonderful art that made her soul sing. She was taking classes, learning new things, and, most significantly, creating a lot of art. She was so happy that I could feel the joy reverberate through the emails she sent me.

And then someone she cared about said these unkind words. I will give this other person the benefit of the doubt and assume she said them thoughtlessly, without being aware of the impact it would have on my friend. She probably just said the words and forgot all about them.

But my friend didn’t.

She was so crushed that she stopped doing art. Completely.

Completely.

She put her stuff away and just cried. And then busied herself with other things. And then cried some more.

When I first heard about this I felt enraged. I have experienced this same thing so many times in my life in so many different situations that I felt like it almost happened to me. Time passed and I reflected on it a bit (which was easier since it didn’t actually happen to me.)

In my experience, when something like this happens and I am confident about the subject matter, it doesn’t get to me. I generally get annoyed at the other person or might even say something defensive or mean. But if it’s something that’s still in its infancy or something I am just getting comfortable with, I am much more likely to give credence to the other person’s words.

Which is unwise.

I’d even go so far as to say, it’s stupid. This takes me back to my thoughts on qualifications. I’ve suddenly made this person’s words and taste more valuable than my own. Why would she know more than I do? Why would her taste and opinion be better than mine? Why why why?

Because I am looking for the bad. I am still evolving and still finding my way. I am not secure. I feel the need for external validation. But more than anything else, deep down, maybe I am scared that I am not good. And when someone, anyone, confirms that I am willing to believe them. Or maybe now that I am finally feeling more secure and someone I trust says such unkind words, it feels like I was punched in the face.

But just like everything else. This is all about me. It’s about my personal faith in myself. About how I make the other person’s opinions more valuable than mine. And while there are many areas where this makes no sense, art is probably at the very top of that list.

Art is subjective by definition. In a post I wrote for Julie’s blog, I said these words:

“Give yourself the time and space to play and discover what feels authentic to you. Take it from me: you do not have to do it the way everyone else does. We are all different and we have the space to express our uniqueness; that’s what makes art so incredibly powerful.”

That’s the great thing. Your art is yours and that’s exactly what makes it beautiful. No one else in the world can create it exactly how you can. No one has the same magical combination that you do.

And even more importantly, there’s magic in being in that joyful place where something you do lights you up. Where you go to bed thinking about it and wake up with the excitement of knowing you get to do art today. It’s the kind of thing that happens incredibly rarely in life.

Why would you ever let anyone take that away from you?

So I was thinking about my friend today as I sat to make my own piece of art. I was thinking how there are so many voices around us. Voices of perfect strangers whose art we admire and yet are too intimidated by. They stop us from even starting. Voices of loved ones who utter crushing words carelessly. Voices of loved ones who don’t utter anything (silence can speak loudly sometimes.) Voices of our own lack of self-compassion or confidence.

We are inundated with voices. And yet, there’s that small, tiny one inside us. The one that rises up from our soul. The one that might be the quietest but also the most important. The one that lives in our true essence. That’s the only voice that knows how we truly feel. That’s the one we need to pay attention to and foster.

Because that’s the only voice worth listening to.

So, my friend, if you read this, please know that the voice of your soul is what matters. It’s all that matters. Please, please don’t give anyone permission to crush it.

2012 Projects – A Book A Week

I’ve now done and loved this project for two years. Reading has a special place in my heart. It is and will always be my first love. So for 2012 I decided to continue my “a book a week” goal. Some weeks I won’t get to finish it and that’s ok but I know that I will read a whole lot more if I set this goal.

Here is my current list of 2012 books. They’re not sorted and you’ll see most of them are fiction. Some are young adult. Some are nonfiction. Some are from last year and some are new. I might only read a few on this list or many, it doesn’t matter, the idea is just to have a starting point.

  1. Angle of Repose
  2. Moneyball
  3. 1Q84
  4. Enclave
  5. The Adoration of Jenna Fox
  6. The Leftovers
  7. The Serpent’s Coil
  8. The Power of Six
  9. Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand
  10. The War Against the Rull
  11. The Leftovers
  12. After
  13. The Knife of Never Letting Go
  14. Moonwalking with Einstein
  15. History of Love
  16. The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet
  17. A Visit From the Goon Squad
  18. By Nightfall
  19. The Marriage Plot
  20. Aleph
  21. Birthmarked
  22. Marked
  23. A Minute for Me
  24. The Fault in Our Stars
  25. The Beginner’s Goodbye
  26. In One Person
  27. Crossed
  28. The Descendants
  29. The Legacy
  30. The Solitude of Prime Numbers
  31. Liesl and Po
  32. The Scorpio Races
  33. Wicked Lovely
  34. Gone
  35. Sapphique
  36. Invisible Justice
  37. What I Talk about when I Talk about Running
  38. Predictably Irrational
  39. We Bought a Zoo
  40. All These Things I’ve Done
  41. The Magicians
  42. Falling Together
  43. Insurgent
  44. Pandemonium
  45. Bitterblue
  46. The Rise of Nine
  47. The Art of Fielding
  48. The Night Circus
  49. The Lover’s Dictionary
  50. Daughter of Smoke and Bone
  51. Michael Vey
  52. The Willpower Instinct

By the way, last year I ended up reading over 70 books and since that’s more than 52, some of them are going to be posted in 2012. I put those in the “Books Read in 2011” category just so I can keep track of when I read each book. Feel free to ignore the tags.

Here’s to another year of high quality reading. As always, if you have suggestions please leave comments. I regularly read the suggested books!

December Daily – Day Five

And here we are for day five. Super-simple page today:

Living with boys is all about a lot of noise and laughter. Here’s a series of photos that’s quite typical in our house:

1. Nathaniel shoots David
2. David falls down (dead! Nathaniel screams)
3. Nathaniel’s shooting me as David shoots him
4. Nathaniel falls down
5. They both get up and immediately shoot each other
6. Mommy says that’s enough noise so both boys grab a Christmas brochure and sit on the couch to read (and pick toys!)

And that’s it for day five.

Looking for the Bad

I had a conversation this morning that completely messed up my day. The funny thing is that I was talking to someone who works for me and was answering a question I had. He did nothing wrong at all. He was courteous and did indeed answer my question.

But after we hung up, I felt off. I felt small and not enough.

I felt like I wanted to ask him to explain the answer more deeply but felt too shy (inadequate, small, stupid) to ask. My first instinct was to be annoyed with him. But it didn’t take me long to realize it was all me.

I do this often.

There are times when my view of myself can get so skewed or small that everywhere I look, I only see people saying mean things. It can happen with anything. A coworker forgets to reply to email. A teacher doesn’t give my art feedback. Or even better, she will say nice things and then put an ellipses (…) and I will read into what the dots must mean. No one is free from my negative imagination. My husband, my kids, random person at the grocery store. It doesn’t matter who. Anyone can make me feel tiny during these times.

I have an excellent ability to gloss over the good and zoom in to the bad. It’s as if I am clinging so hard to this belief that I am not worthy that I will use any occasion to feed my belief. If anything is open to interpretation in the slightest way, I will slant it to the negative angle. Absence of information is negative and so is anything that is subjective.

Cheri in my class reminded me of this quote by Eleanor Roosevelt today: No one can make your feel inferior without your permission.

I believe this with all my heart. In the end, it comes down to inner strength and self-image. What we believe of ourselves is what we project to the world. People can only make us feel small if we let them.

And when I am in this bad place, not only do I let them but it’s like I’m forcing them. It’s like I am looking for the bad, seeking it, embracing it, encouraging it just to prove a point.

It took me almost all day to realize that it was the phone call that threw off the balance of my day. By then, I’d already found several other ways to feel bad about myself and had spent quite a bunch of time on the couch, pouting and feeling sorry for myself.

As I told Jake about the phone call and how it made me feel, he reminded me that the person on the other side was kind and truly happy to help. He had already told us we could call him as much as we needed. He wasn’t trying to make me feel small and if I had asked him to explain more, I bet he would have. Instead of giving him the benefit of the doubt, I assumed the worst of him and spent my whole day feeling bad about him and me.

Not to mention all the negative energy that I infused into anything else I did today.

I know that some people always look for the good in everything. People, situations, conversations. Life. I know that people like that annoy others. It feels fake. And maybe with some it is, but I know that with others it’s not. They genuinely have a positive outlook on life. I don’t know if this comes from a healthy dose of self-confidence or a healthy dose of optimism. But, either way, I’d like to be one of those people. I’d like to look for the good instead of the bad.

Imagine the joy this would bring into my life and to the lives of everyone around me.

December Daily – Day Four

And here we are for day four. Today was all about the Global Winter Wonderland.

Here’s the first page. In the pocket below is the brochure with all the different items they had there.

on the back was a photo with a flap. So I made a page with journaling so it tucks under the flap:

and here it is with the flap open. Little photo of all of us with Santa on the corner.

and on the back, I more photos from the event:

and here’s a closeup of the photos:

And that’s it for day four.

Quick Name Plates

This is the second November project I did for Pink Paislee.

It’s a little name tag using the cuttlebug and Mistables and some Coredinations card stock. It’s quite simple to do but I still think it looks elegant.

The first thing I did was to cut a piece of Mistables paper and put it through the Cuttlebug using Fanciful Labels. I had several different label pieces.

I then used my distress inks to color the labels lightly so the pattern showed through.

The next step was to cut a small rectangular piece of the special Nantucket Core’dinations Pack. I put it through the Cuttlebug using the Seeing Spots embossing folder. Here’s how it looked at that point:

The next step was to cut the paper so it was slightly larger than my label and sand it so the white in the “core” showed through. So now I had both my pieces ready:

The last step was to ink around the edge of the diecut label piece and glued it on top of the blue one. I then used some Cushies to add the name on top and I was done! Here it is one more time:

If your guests’ names are longer, the set has other labels. You can also use smaller letters and even put the label through your typewriter.

December Daily – Day Three

And here we are for day three. Today was all about visiting Santa.

Here’s the spread:

left side is photos from the crafts and David’s photo with Santa:

right side is some words and the photo with both kids, as you can see Nathaniel was not a fan!

and on the back, I put our family photo from today:

And that’s it for day three.

Reading with David – The Westing Game

David says:
I gave this story four stars because I thought it was really mean that Westing played a trick on all the heirs.

I thought it was neat that the names he had used the directions on a compass. I liked the way Grace named the restaurants and I like that she owned so many of them. I thought it was smart that Sydelle figured out that the puzzle involved a song. I thought it was neat the Judge figured out who Sam’s wife was and that Sam was trying to get her to be the answer. I thought it was nice that Turtle covered for her sister. And I liked how they created a message board in the elevator to communicate back and forth.

My favorite part of the book is when Turtle figured out exactly what happened and she was the only one who knew the secret all her life and all his life.


Reading a book a week with my six-year-old son David is a weekly project for 2011. You can read more about it here.