OMG.. I knew it had been sometime since I was last here. I had no idea it had been three months.
Well I have been moving beyond my own life's challenges. (to say the least). I did it and now I am ready to move forward with my life.
Some new and exciting things are under way. I wanted to invite all my readers to a new social newtworking website called Cafe Chronique : Chronically Unique Community For Chronique Divas you can find it at http://cafechronique.ning.com/ Come and join the fun. I am looking forward to hosting some chats in the very near future.
For those of you that live in Southern Ontario, I will be hosting several workshops. Moving beyond lifes challenges and Uncomplicating your Chaos. Check my website for details on the upcoming dates.
Reminder to anyone that is interested in giving Coaching a try. Your first session is complimentary! Send me an email at kelene@holisticendeavours.ca and we can set up a time to chat.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Bitterness
How awful is it? Awful, Nastiness, Not Pretty
It rears it ugly little head when I am feeling sorry for myself. When life struggles become more then I want to talk about.
I catch myself , I sense it in others. I wonder how do I travel this journey and not allow myself to go there. I don’t want to become a bitter and angry person. But evertime I turn around , something gets in the way of making things easier simplier
I think the bitterness is the fustruation trying to release itself.
I have decided that my goal in this quest of dealing with WHATEVER IT IS they can’t figure out (oh that was bitter)… is not to come out bitter and tainted in the end. That somehow I will be able to grow as a person and appreciate that which has been placed in my path. I know it will be easier said then done and there are going to be moments when something bitter will come out of my mouth .. or aleast run through my head.
What is my first step to doing this?
Well I am going to admit that it exists. Free it from the depths of my soul …Sorry I know that sounds corney. But how else do I decribe it. I will watch for it in my actions and my words and I will forgive myself for going there. I will talk about whatever it is that is bothering me and not bury it, hopefully that way it will not smolder into bitterness.
This thread will be a work in process… So I will be back on my process….
It rears it ugly little head when I am feeling sorry for myself. When life struggles become more then I want to talk about.
I catch myself , I sense it in others. I wonder how do I travel this journey and not allow myself to go there. I don’t want to become a bitter and angry person. But evertime I turn around , something gets in the way of making things easier simplier
I think the bitterness is the fustruation trying to release itself.
I have decided that my goal in this quest of dealing with WHATEVER IT IS they can’t figure out (oh that was bitter)… is not to come out bitter and tainted in the end. That somehow I will be able to grow as a person and appreciate that which has been placed in my path. I know it will be easier said then done and there are going to be moments when something bitter will come out of my mouth .. or aleast run through my head.
What is my first step to doing this?
Well I am going to admit that it exists. Free it from the depths of my soul …Sorry I know that sounds corney. But how else do I decribe it. I will watch for it in my actions and my words and I will forgive myself for going there. I will talk about whatever it is that is bothering me and not bury it, hopefully that way it will not smolder into bitterness.
This thread will be a work in process… So I will be back on my process….
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Compassion or Empathy
What is it we need the most. You often hear the phrase. Show some compassion
Well something happened this morning and I found myself telling someone.. geesh show a alittle compassion.. She had stated I don’t need friendly compassion and caring
I need help. The whole thing got me thinking. How do we help others the most. I remember a teacher in school constantly telling us that to show empathy was the most helpful thing. My mothers line when I was a child and talking about someone else was. You can’t talk until you have worked in their shoes.
Well
Compassion is defined as a desire to alleviate or reduce the suffering of another. We all know that we can’t physically do that with our friends or collegues that are suffering some chronic illness or anyother painful issue
Empathy is defined as one's ability to recognize, perceive and feel directly the emotions. Empathy is often characterized as the ability to "put oneself into another's shoes". So maybe my mom was right. If we try and put ourselves in their shoes we can see what it is they are troubled with or needing help with.
Maybe a mixture of both …..what do you think??
Well something happened this morning and I found myself telling someone.. geesh show a alittle compassion.. She had stated I don’t need friendly compassion and caring
I need help. The whole thing got me thinking. How do we help others the most. I remember a teacher in school constantly telling us that to show empathy was the most helpful thing. My mothers line when I was a child and talking about someone else was. You can’t talk until you have worked in their shoes.
Well
Compassion is defined as a desire to alleviate or reduce the suffering of another. We all know that we can’t physically do that with our friends or collegues that are suffering some chronic illness or anyother painful issue
Empathy is defined as one's ability to recognize, perceive and feel directly the emotions. Empathy is often characterized as the ability to "put oneself into another's shoes". So maybe my mom was right. If we try and put ourselves in their shoes we can see what it is they are troubled with or needing help with.
Maybe a mixture of both …..what do you think??
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Perfect
Lately, I have been feeling a lack of something.
I wasn’t sure what it was. So I took a self esteem test (Why do we always think it is low self esteem when we can’t get motivated to conquer the world !? )
I did great until the questions about health and balancing life with work, instead of scoring excellent I got a good." You just need to work on a few things.. "
I pondered the results and their suggestions. I was left feeling "how do I work on those things"
I have declared not to beat myself up anymore. I gave it great thought.
I discovered that I needed to look at myself as whole just the way I am. I need to focus on the really great things that I have to offer my family and my work instead of always trying to do more.. be more. I am just need to be" Me "
My lack of is energy. I can’t change that, there was no handicap on the test. So I gave myself a handicapped score.. Perfect.. LOL… I realized that these tests are for healthly individuals… that have a lot of energy.
So I declare It's time to stop measuring ourselves with healthly people.
I wasn’t sure what it was. So I took a self esteem test (Why do we always think it is low self esteem when we can’t get motivated to conquer the world !? )
I did great until the questions about health and balancing life with work, instead of scoring excellent I got a good." You just need to work on a few things.. "
I pondered the results and their suggestions. I was left feeling "how do I work on those things"
I have declared not to beat myself up anymore. I gave it great thought.
I discovered that I needed to look at myself as whole just the way I am. I need to focus on the really great things that I have to offer my family and my work instead of always trying to do more.. be more. I am just need to be" Me "
My lack of is energy. I can’t change that, there was no handicap on the test. So I gave myself a handicapped score.. Perfect.. LOL… I realized that these tests are for healthly individuals… that have a lot of energy.
So I declare It's time to stop measuring ourselves with healthly people.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
finding "Solace"
I have always loved the word Solace. I use it alot and was pleasantly surpirsed when I looked up it's meaning. Solace means comfort in distress. No wonder I use the word all the time!!
I have become to understand that for myself sometimes doing nothing is my solace.
Lately, I just needed a rest. A rest from writing, from worrying, from doctors appointments and the world. Some inner silence to regroup and prepare for the next battle I am going to have to face. I needed to recoup from some of the setbacks I have encountered in the last little while. Most importantly I needed to rekindle my soul.
What is your solace?
I have become to understand that for myself sometimes doing nothing is my solace.
Lately, I just needed a rest. A rest from writing, from worrying, from doctors appointments and the world. Some inner silence to regroup and prepare for the next battle I am going to have to face. I needed to recoup from some of the setbacks I have encountered in the last little while. Most importantly I needed to rekindle my soul.
What is your solace?
Friday, August 17, 2007
Struggling
I realize it has been two weeks since I have written. I have sat down to write and I have struggled. What am I struggling with?? Well good question.
I have had a very challenging couple of weeks to say the least. I didn’t want to write because I didn’t want to appear angry or bitter. I didn’t want anyone see me struggle.
I kept wondering; How can I help others if I can’t even help myself?
I was even too pooped to even figure it out. I wanted to come up with some insightful meaning to my struggle so I could share my new found wealth of knowledge.
So here I sit today again, to distract myself I decided to surf the message boards of my favorite sites. I read over and over again my friends with CI beating themselves up. When I finally get it. Hell I am beating myself up.
I can see when others are doing it to themselves and I can show compassion for their struggles. But I can’t see it when I am doing it to myself. I am sure a lot of us don’t’ see it in ourselves.. Why do we do this? Why do we best ourselves up and why do we have trouble showing compassion for ourselves?
What a sense of relief. Maybe now I can cut myself a little slack….. stop worrying about not adding a meaningful entry. Like I have said before maybe tomorrow will be a better day.
So how can I help others.. I can help myself
Are you beating yourself up? If so.... Please stop.
I have had a very challenging couple of weeks to say the least. I didn’t want to write because I didn’t want to appear angry or bitter. I didn’t want anyone see me struggle.
I kept wondering; How can I help others if I can’t even help myself?
I was even too pooped to even figure it out. I wanted to come up with some insightful meaning to my struggle so I could share my new found wealth of knowledge.
So here I sit today again, to distract myself I decided to surf the message boards of my favorite sites. I read over and over again my friends with CI beating themselves up. When I finally get it. Hell I am beating myself up.
I can see when others are doing it to themselves and I can show compassion for their struggles. But I can’t see it when I am doing it to myself. I am sure a lot of us don’t’ see it in ourselves.. Why do we do this? Why do we best ourselves up and why do we have trouble showing compassion for ourselves?
What a sense of relief. Maybe now I can cut myself a little slack….. stop worrying about not adding a meaningful entry. Like I have said before maybe tomorrow will be a better day.
So how can I help others.. I can help myself
Are you beating yourself up? If so.... Please stop.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Ya Gotta Giggle
I have caught myself saying all to often.. I had to laugh or I was going to cry... I believe that laughter does heal. I know that it makes me feel better. I use it as a coping mechanism .. I always try to find something funny in the stupid things that I do. I love to tell stories to make people laugh .. to ease the tension of difficult situations. I have even found the funniest things are the moments when live is showing up just how human we are. the following is an example of just that. ( to those of you that have heard this story Sorry it's a good one !!!)
And there I was, in this tiny fitting room, with this very tiny blouse stuck around my shoulders. One foot braced against the wall, my butt against the other, trying desperately to ease this thing off. I prayed for divine intervention. GOD please I know I ignore you but I promise if you get me out of this blouse. I’ll do anything…I swear. No wait I’ll stop swearing.
My arms fell, the blouse intact. I sighed catching a glimpse of my newly rounded cheeks and puffy eyes staring back at me. I wanted to cry. I thought this can’t be me and how did I ever end up in here in Wal-Mart of all places. I sighed as I pulled myself together. No one would ever know.
The clerk’s face gleaming, her eyes wide open, I could see her body jerk as she held back the laughter.
“How’d ya do??” she giggled.
Oh my God, I was mortified, I must have been grunting. She heard me. I mustered a smile.
“It doesn’t fit! “ off I went.
Compared to the smile on her face the truth might be a tad disappointing or was it? As I wandered around I found myself imagining what could have happened if the clerk had to rescue me. I delighted in what thoughts I could only imagine were going through her head. Plus how, silly was that to think that I still fit into a small. Thanks to Prednisone. With each image or thought I noticed I was going
from a giggle to a laugh to completely laughing out loud. The laughter consumed me. For the first time in ages I let myself go. I laughed until I cried. This was my life and it was ok. I could have cried in horror but I didn’t. Somehow I felt better. Laughter was the best medicine that day.
I also learned there is a reason for stretchy clothes. Oh my, that’s another story.
Thank You Walmart shoppers. No thank you.
For all of you that made it this far in my post I invite you to join me on Tuesday August 7th at 7pm EST for my upcoming teleclass Seriously YA Gotta Giggle. Please check out my website at http://www.holisticendeavours.ca/ on my event page. Let's all try and find something to laugh about today.
And there I was, in this tiny fitting room, with this very tiny blouse stuck around my shoulders. One foot braced against the wall, my butt against the other, trying desperately to ease this thing off. I prayed for divine intervention. GOD please I know I ignore you but I promise if you get me out of this blouse. I’ll do anything…I swear. No wait I’ll stop swearing.
My arms fell, the blouse intact. I sighed catching a glimpse of my newly rounded cheeks and puffy eyes staring back at me. I wanted to cry. I thought this can’t be me and how did I ever end up in here in Wal-Mart of all places. I sighed as I pulled myself together. No one would ever know.
The clerk’s face gleaming, her eyes wide open, I could see her body jerk as she held back the laughter.
“How’d ya do??” she giggled.
Oh my God, I was mortified, I must have been grunting. She heard me. I mustered a smile.
“It doesn’t fit! “ off I went.
Compared to the smile on her face the truth might be a tad disappointing or was it? As I wandered around I found myself imagining what could have happened if the clerk had to rescue me. I delighted in what thoughts I could only imagine were going through her head. Plus how, silly was that to think that I still fit into a small. Thanks to Prednisone. With each image or thought I noticed I was going
from a giggle to a laugh to completely laughing out loud. The laughter consumed me. For the first time in ages I let myself go. I laughed until I cried. This was my life and it was ok. I could have cried in horror but I didn’t. Somehow I felt better. Laughter was the best medicine that day.
I also learned there is a reason for stretchy clothes. Oh my, that’s another story.
Thank You Walmart shoppers. No thank you.
For all of you that made it this far in my post I invite you to join me on Tuesday August 7th at 7pm EST for my upcoming teleclass Seriously YA Gotta Giggle. Please check out my website at http://www.holisticendeavours.ca/ on my event page. Let's all try and find something to laugh about today.
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