Dominating my Own Little World

I have great plans for my own life domination. I have plans to conquer fears, talents, artistic dreams, romantic desires, domestic duties, my health, and time management. I am 18 days into my campaign. I have now come to a painful conclusion. I need minions...a LOT of minions. 
I think I am a great idea person. I like to come up with the idea, execute it a few times and then, move on. I hate repetitive tasks (aka listing items on Etsy, website, etc.) So, I need a computer savvy, tireless minion to do this.
I can't seem to give myself permission to create art, write, do spiritual stuff if my surroundings are a mess. Domestic minion needed! Please apply within.
Minion with driver's license is a must for running all errands. That way I don't have to leave a creative idea dangling just because we have no milk or bread in the house. 
I figure with 4 or 5 good minions, they can get my life in order and I can do, well, just what I want to do.....and whenever I want to do it. I have had a thought about the whole diet and exercise thing, though, and I don't believe a minion could handle that. Might need a task master for that particular job! Hahaha
So, anyway, where do you look in the Yellow Pages for minions? I can't seem to find a listing!

Your Own Bed

Four nights away. Not a vacation, but a mission of service for my mother-in-law. We are home, tired and somewhat drained. When I sank into my bed last night it was with a sigh of great relief and an expectation of revitalization. I miss my bed so much when we are away from it. It is nothing special, no fancy foam, or pumps that have your number on them. Just a plain old mattress on top of box springs. But, it is home to me. It represents safety and comfort, healing and pleasure, rest and revitalization. Every since our children were little and would run into our room during inclement weather yelling, "Tunder, Daddy, tunder!", we have had a king sized bed. Lots of room for my tossing and turning sleep and for two little girls to find security between both parents during a loud eastern Colorado thunderstorm. The feel of the weight of my comforter on a dark, snowy night sleeping between warm flannel sheets is my idea of a good night's sleep. Lying on top of crisp sheets while a cool night breeze blows across me after a hot summer day is bliss. Funny the things we appreciate the most when we are away from them and how grateful we are to be back to them. Hope your bed gives you what you need. Sleep tight tonight, my Peepsies! (((Warm Hugs)))

Be Good to Yourself

Brushes like these two might be the one of the best and easiest things you can do for your physical body. They will detox the biggest organ you have, your skin. It is good for your lymphatic system, among other things. I have never been a great one for pampering myself. I guess I grew up too much of a tomboy. I mean, who has time to put on lotion when there are so many wonderful things outside in the dirt. (I still prefer dirt to lotion! Hahaha)
I live in the desert southwest. Desert=dry, dry, dry. Now, while I take the time to hydrate my wood furniture (hubby is a woodworker) to keep it looking good and staying together in this climate, I used to rarely take the time to take care of my outer layer of protection. After awhile of this type of neglect my skin does a pretty good imitation of a genuine alligator bag, especially my legs. Hey, I'm a grown up tomboy and I can ignore that. But, here comes the kicker, I get itchy, really itchy. I start to leave red marks on my skin from scratching. Also, I leave behind a trail of dandruff like stuff everywhere. Eewwww! Enter my two new best friends. The short brush is very soft and good to use on my face and neck. The longer brush has more serious bristles and is long enough to even do your whole back. Make sure the brushes aren't too stiff. You don't want to damage your skin when you are trying to do a good thing. I did a little research and found that you should brush your skin toward your heart. Start at your feet and brush up, then do face and neck (softer brush) and brush down. Shower or bathe after to get rid of all that yucky dead stuff.There are so many benefits to this practice. It only takes 5-15 minutes. This is the best part...it feels really GOOD! I don't even think of this as pampering. It is something I do to keep me comfortable and it still does other really cool stuff. It was kind of like when we found out dark chocolate is good for us. Anyway, your skin will look better and you will feel vibrant. Take care of your skin. I mean, really, it holds all the good stuff in.

Expectations

The root of disappointment was planted by the seed of expectation. I was going to write about waiting, or patience today, but just couldn't seem to quite get in the mood for it. All of you that know me, already know that one of my life lessons is patience. So, I'm not going to lead the cow down to that trough (well, at least not today LOL). But, earlier I was doing some chores and putting together some single serve meals to freeze for my 95 year old mother-in-law, and I thought, "This is not what I expected to be doing today. What happened to that time I was setting aside to do artsy-crafty stuff?" And, what had been an ok activity disappeared into a haze of disappointment, a slightly feeling sorry for myself kind of moment. And THAT, my peepsies, turned into about an hour and a half's worth of looking back over a lot of my expectations. I turned 60 this year. I am not where I expected to be in my life. I had EXPECTED to be getting ready to retire, traveling more, seeing my kids and grandkid more, spending more time with my soon to be 80 year old mom. I had expected never to get into this bad a physical condition again (having done this twice before and making some very serious, but now, broken vows to that effect). And it just wasn't the good stuff that I expected. Hubby and I have had some setbacks thru life (who hasn't?) but I got into the habit of expecting the other shoe to drop. You know, just waiting for the next bad thing. I think a lot of us have done this. I have been working on this particular one pretty hard. I have found that if I am always expecting something bad to happen that I can be pretty good at manifesting that. Also, it brings a lot of worry and I am not enjoying my life at the moment. I have found that when I am in that expecting type of place that I am not here, not now. I am living in some daydream of how the future is going to be, most of the time without putting a lot of thought into what needs to get done to have those expectations met. I am not only missing out on all the great things that I do have going, but I am setting myself up for future disappointment. Crazy, huh? Yeah, I know. Well, I am a work in progress and most of the time a pretty good optimist. I will let this expectation part of myself go. It will take a lot off of my shoulders and make my day to day life easier. Well, I still have some food to freeze so I had better get at it. Made a family favorite, JuicyBurgers. I expect my mother-in-law will really like it........oops!

Feeding Your Wild Thing

Feeding Your Wild Thing

I got to see "The Life of Pi" last night. It is still very much with me today. It is so full of such good stuff to think about. What keeps floating to the top for me today is how fragile is the hold we have on our Wild Thing. You know what I am talking about. It is the Passion, the Excitement, the sheer Joy, the over the top and down the sides part of you that is so easily lost or worse, euthanized by todays expectations of what makes a grown up or a responsible citizen. I am not talking about violent tendencies, I am talking about the things that bring life to your life. The fierceness that can pop out when you are speaking about the things you truly believe in. The passion that makes people look at you a little differently, maybe even take a step back, have you fed it lately? That joyful excitement that bubbles through you when you are creating----ANYTHING, have you given it a long drink of inspiration? If we don't play with our inner Wild Thing, air it out, nourish it, we will lose it. It will be gone and it may take a lifetime to coax it back. So, quit starving your very precious Wild Thing. Feed it the good stuff. Now, go outside and ROAR!