February 8, 2018

This is the real secret of life—to be completely engaged with what you are doing in the here and now. And instead of calling it work, realize it is play.


Alan Watts


As 2016 comes to a close, I’m sitting in my office with mixed feelings. I’m wondering if I’ve done everything I can to be a better person. If I’ve pushed myself hard enough, or long enough. I’m not certain I can say I did.



I’m wondering in the remaining days of this year, what else I can accomplish. I’m a person who likes list and I love checking stuff off as I accomplish them. But sometimes I’m so driven by getting things done I forget to enjoy the now, the moment. Maybe next year that’s something I can work on.

There is a long list of people who will not journey into 2017. I’m missing those loved one that did not make it this far into the year. There are some losses that shocked me and others that rocked me. But I still wake up each morning with a heart full of thanks and praise. I’m sure one day I’ll have the answers to the questions I seek.



I’m hoping 2016 doesn’t deliver any more surprises. I’m not so sure I’ve got the strength to handle anything else. And even as I type those words, I realize how absurd they are. As if I had some control over anything or could deem them so, just by writing them down.

I’ll prepare for 2017 with the optimism that circulates in my soul. And like always I’ll try to see the lighter side of life. And just in case I don’t post again before 2017, I’m wishing you and yours all the best.


It’s time for recess.  Time to jump up and down, to have some fun.  Remember when life was that simple?  I think it was back in kindergarten, before I couldn’t wait to grow up.  When days seemed to go on forever and summer passed in a flash.  However, I’m not going to wallow in the pity of what used to be, I can have recess now, if I just take the time to do it. I’m going to spend more time being happy in this moment instead of thinking joy exists in the moments to come.


Starting today, I’m putting a little recess in my days.  Each and every one of them. Just the idea of it makes me giddy. The possibilities of what I can do during recess are endless. Today I downloaded a song that reminded me of grade school. “Alouette.”  Target is using this song in their latest ad campaign and every time I see the commercial by stomach gets happy, like I used to in grade school just before recess. Now I’m on a search for other things that remind me of my good old days.  I want to find one of those candy necklaces that I used to wear and nibble on throughout the day.


What would you do if you could have recess every day?


My office is a mess. No matter how hard I try to keep it neat and organized, it always reverts to looking like it’s been recently raided. Little pieces of paper with websites links or to-do-lists seem to multiply like sex-crazed rabbits every time I turn my back.

I’ve tried to find a place to keep all the stuff I think is too important to throw away, but I must admit I’m fighting a battle I can’t win. Some days when I settle in to do some writing I end up trying to find the top of the desk.  My closet and kitchen cabinets suffer from the same predicament. The other day I opened a cabinet and a swarm of plastic containers that I bought to hold Thanksgiving leftovers tumbled out. When a large lid thumped me on the head, I realized that all this stuff was holding me back, like walking through waist-high water with weights in my shoes. I was trying to claw my way to greatness with all of yesterday’s baggage in tow.

Is clutter stifling my creativity? Is clutter stifling my ability to mine that little nugget of gold that unquestionably belongs to me?  Can the things I think I need to write the Great American Novel keep me from writing the Great American novel? Almost every great philosopher has a quote about clutter. But no one has actually told me what to do with this stuff. I’m sure as soon as I throw something away, I’ll need it. If I can’t find that little piece of paper, I’ll never settle on a satisfying ending for my manuscript. The minute I clean out my closet that leather skirt will come back in style. How about you, is clutter keeping you from something?