It’s the Here to the New Year in Good Cheer challenge and today “P” pitches its plan. You might possibly presume for a prolific person like Penny Plautz from Prophetstown, Plan “P” is probably my preferred plan. It packs a powerful punch and promises to pour a plethora of positivity into our peace producing project.
So many words beginning with the letter P pop into this paragraph and prompt me to play with a preponderance of profoundly pleasurable ideas that promote good cheer. It’s perplexing to pick one from the predominant pool of prized philosophies.
Although I pondered plunging ahead with poetry, prevailing wisdom prods me to publish something that may be perceived as practical yet profoundly perfect.
So today I present you with this plan.
Practice being present.Your presence is the best present you can give. Or, as I like to say, the magic of Christmas isn’t the presents, it’s being present for the magic.
I poked around on Canva and created this design for you. Permit me provide you with personal proclamations you can print out and post where your peeps and pals can put them into practice.
Here’s another positive prescription for today.
Pamper yourself with a parade of possibilities for pursuing your passion – from protesting the need to punish yourself for presumed imperfections to pulling off the phenomenal and placing yourself in a priority position. This proves you are preparing to powerfully procure your place as a prosperous player in a promising New Year.
Please leave your comments below and feel free to pen your own “P” plans and share them with the particular planet of prized people who read this blog.
Valentine’s Day defines February in much the same way Christmas defines December. Whether you’ve jumped on the love bandwagon or not, you’re bombarded with images of a world ruled by romance and populated by passionate partners.
It’s not that I’m against love. Oh no. I’m all for it. I believe love is a many splendored thing and, like Burt Bacharach, what the world needs now is love, sweet love.
It’s just that the idea of love that’s been sold to us needs a little revision. From fairy tales to scary tales (“reality” tv like “The Bachelor” or “The Bachelorette”) to promises of soulmates and twin flames, how can the real possibly compete with the ideal?
For me it’s the imperfections that endear another to me. I’ve had my share of “perfection.” It’s intimidating, exhausting, and self-indulgent, not to mention impossible to maintain.
What I absolutely adore in others are the things that make them unique. Things like sneaking private code words into a public presentation. Or consoling an elder by singing show tunes, mesmerizing a history class by reciting the Gettysburg address in its entirety, knowing how to solve story problems or anything to do with algebra, naming the constellations with confidence, caring deeply for the environment, or always making time to give a dog a bone.
I also adore this uniqueness in inanimate objects. Last night I fell in love with the sunset. Not just because it lit up the sky with shades of red, orange, and magenta, but also because it created a kaleidoscope of colors reflecting off the clouds in the opposite direction.
Up until then I was feeling tired, cranky, and creatively challenged. Once I stopped and marveled at the sunset, I felt energized, inspired, and deeply loved.
The thing about love is that we so often limit it. There is no lack of love. There is only a lack of awareness of it in its many forms.
It is freely offered to us in a smile from the toll booth attendant, a bird landing on our windowsill, a door held open by a stranger, a warm breeze blowing at our back, a cat napping next to us, a toddler being tickled, or a song sung soulfully by a street musician.
Yet we don’t expect love from life in general. We expect it from those we love. And we usually expect it on our terms.
The heart is synonymous with love. It’s no coincidence that both “hear” and “art” are contained within the word heart. There is an art to love that requires us to hear, open, allow, touch, feel, see, taste, experience without fear.
We’ve all had our share of heartaches, heartbreaks, and heart “attacks.” No one willing signs up for these. Yet in my experience, the greater heartbreak is not to love at all.
Though you may choose to celebrate Groundhog Day, Presidents’ Day, your birthday, anniversary, or the new moon with more exuberance than Valentine’s Day, if you allow love to sneak up on you in small, unsuspecting ways, you might just find it every day.
I would love for you to share your perspective on love in the comments below.
I may have bitten off more than I can chew.
I signed up for three different coaching programs that each demand their own Herculean effort to complete and for one month, October, they all overlap.
I certainly wouldn’t have planned it this way had I been in charge of the master plan. But often times one thing leads to another and several doors fly open at once.
The seemingly innocent challenge I took up in January to write 500 words a day for 30 days set me up for a year of upping the ante. I figured if I could do that, I could do just about anything. So I started doing stuff.
By showing up, being accountable, and being visible, brave new worlds have opened up to me. When the information is so valuable, so life-changing, so timely, it doesn’t make sense to wait until it all fits nicely into my schedule. Such is the case with my coaching programs.
And here’s what I’ve discovered about overwhelm. The antidote to overwhelm is not giving up, but engaging in something whole-heartedly, completely, passionately. Right now I have to fire on all cylinders in order to keep up. From what goes into my mouth to what comes out of it, I’m acutely aware of the impact on my energy level.
Although it’s easy to complain, the only thing I really have to do is prioritize. Daily. Hourly. This means giving up bad tv and carbs and regularly working outside my comfort zone. It means going the extra quarter mile. It’s really not a bad trade considering what I’m getting in return.
It’s a bit paradoxical. When I have no energy, the last thing I think about is adding more to the mix. However, if I add an experience that is so compelling, so enticing that I am leaning towards it, it has the ability to energize all areas of my life.
My guess is you’ve had a similar experience. If not, the next time you feel like throwing in the towel, try picking up a project instead.
Whether it be something as simple as challenging yourself to get more steps each day than the previous day for 7 days in a row or organizing your parent’s love letters or creating a guest blog post, see how your new interest infuses your day with enthusiasm, curiosity, and a sense of adventure.
Be sure to give yourself a time frame that pushes you out of your comfort zone but not over the edge. Knowing that the project will last “x” number of days or weeks adds the urgency that tends to dissipate when there is no due date.
It is also incredibly helpful to have someone to hold you accountable who might also be doing the same thing or has been there, done that, and is willing to coach you through it. In my coaching programs I have either a team or peer coach to check in with and that has been invaluable.
Certainly there are things we must do for ourselves. But there are many things we shouldn’t do without support. We have the collective wisdom of the ages at our fingertips. Accessing it has never been easier. As Barbara Sher said, “Isolation is a dream killer.”
In a few months I will be launching the online course (Read It & Leap! ) I am creating in one of my coaching programs. In it I share several secrets about taking small leaps to move you into a life that is the antidote to overwhelm – an engaged, inspired, involved existence.
If you’d like to know more about it, email me with the word Leap! in the subject line and I will be sure to let you know when I roll it out.
In the meantime, I’d love for you to share your antidote to overwhelm in the comments below.