100 Hard Things

Lately everything I have been doing seems to be hard.

Every. single. little. thing.

I am embracing "beginners mind" which sounds very zen and peaceful but really is just getting comfortable with being totally crap at everything I am doing (which sucks by the way).

I am in my fifties, post menopausal and as I have discovered, second pubescent. (like it wasn't rough enough the first time, lets wait until she thinks she's doing ok... then WHAM!)

Self help has been a theme running through my life since forever. I have explored a multitude of ways to 'improve' my mental and physical health. At the moment a particular combination seems to have finally hit the sweet spot (for now).

Being VERY uncomfortable seems to be the key. It is like going to the gym... do the hard stuff in little bits with consistency and you will start to change.

So here I am doing 100 hard things.... (glaze comes next!)

Might as well jump!

EEK! I make plenty of work BUT the reason you don't get to see much of it is because I get really anxious about the glazing. I will do almost anything else before I will glaze a pot. (like writing a blog post) There are so many ways that things can go wrong...

Bubbles, crazing, odd colors or textures and most of these problems happen because I refuse to put my knowledge to work for me. I rush, I procrastinate, I try to multi task.

Ugh. I give up! I mean that. I. give. up.

I am giving up the nonsense and jumping

head first into GETTING the heck

AROUND TO IT!

so... Watch This Space! It's going to be AMAZING!

a visit to the land of make-believe...

My family doesn't often go on the kind of vacations that most people would think of as a "vacation" but this year, while our kiddo is still a kid (the very last shadow of a kid but I'll hang on to that as long as I can) we went to Disney World. Yup, THE Magic Kingdom...

It was magical and we had even more fun than we expected.

I am home now and enjoying the odd revelations it has provided. Odder still is the fact that the more I talk about my experiences the more I am noticing other people can relate. Such is the power of collective fantasy. The last time I was in Disney World I was a very different person and I am pleased to be able to say that I much prefer the person I am today. I never could have imagined myself with such a loving, kind, supportive and FUN husband and child. I never could have imagined deserving them. It is a wonderful feeling waking up from a dream and finding real life (strange and challenging as it may be) far better than any fantasy land one could imagine! (even Walt himself!)