Mindful Sunday

What I’m Doing Differently This Week: Every Day Birthday

Last week’s project of dressing up on my days off work was wonderful.

I loved wearing nail polish. Mostly, I just enjoyed the ritual of taking time away from all the things I felt I should be doing and instead centering myself in the act of doing something I love. I loved that getting dressed up and staying dressed up involved many moments of pausing and reflecting on How do I want to look to the world? For me, it’s a joy to finally be so secure in where I am in the moment that I can leave it and know it will be fine if I take some alone time, if only for a quick lip-gloss reapplication.

Next week, I want to carry over the spark ignited by taking time to do my hair as though I had somewhere important to go that day. (Even if it was only the library.) I want to spend more time getting excited about facing my life and preparing for it as though it was a wonderful thing, where there might be pictures and the chance of bumping into someone attractive.

You know that feeling of waking up on your birthday as a child? I want to wake up feeling like every day’s my 16th birthday. (My 16th birthday was awesome. It involved multiple surprise parties planned by two different groups of friends and family, and other things that make me feel loved and celebrated.)

But right now the thought of exerting so much into daily preparation is daunting. I also don’t want to make a habit of holding expectations about what my day has to be like, now that I’ve put all this time into applying mascara. I want enjoying my life to be a joyful experience, not a task that needs to be completed.

I want to be on a constant scavenger hunt for little things to celebrate.

Each day, I will seek at least three things that give me pause and make me feel happy to be exactly where I am in that moment.

When I find them, I will:

  • smile and
  • clap and
  • take at least three deep, slow breaths, to revel in the fact/idea/things/moment/person.

I will make space in the 24 hours I get each day to allow myself to feel excited. I will seek microcosms of joy. Getting back to a place where I feel totally invigorated feels like climbing a far off mountain, so I am choosing to instead focus on the steps immediately before me. Those, I feel capable of. I know that if I look up every once in a while and make sure I’m still moving in the right direction, it’s ok to just look at the ground for a little while, and make sure I’m not tripping over anything immediate. If only just for now, it’s ok. It’s ok.

Care to join me on the scavenger hunt?

Much love,

Ayomide

Mindful Sunday: Don’t Wait For Perfect (You’ll Be Waiting Forever)

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You are never going to find the perfect work-life balance.

You are never going to find the perfect partner.

You are never going to find the perfect job.

You are never going to write the perfect book, paint the perfect piece or choreograph the perfect dance.

And this is all a good thing.

The goal isn’t perfection.

It’s never been, actually.

The goal is growth.

Always.

Constant growth, if you want to know the whole truth.

If you look around your life, and you see growth opportunities (some people call them “challenges” or even “setbacks” but we don’t like their attitude) you should rejoice.

You should rejoice because that feeling in your belly, the one that has a compulsion to make art and speak up about things and resolve problems, is alive and kicking.

That feeling in your belly is your artist’s nature and it doesn’t want perfect, it wants opportunities to shine.

What’s more, if you let it, it will keep you from becoming one of them. (The ones whose fears of failure and judgement keep them alive but keep them from truly living.)

Your work doesn’t want you to be perfect.

It just asks that you show up each day.

May your coming week be better than the last and a sign of greater things to come,

A.Y. Daring

Mindful Sunday: Luxuriating in Gratitude

 

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Food as fuel was last week. Thinking about the way I eat, what I eat and why triggered a lot of feelings and inner conflicts I didn’t realise I had. I’m very grateful for the growth opportunity, but I’ll talk more about it later. I’m not sure if I’m really at a place of sharing with those feelings.

So, in honouring my need to rest for a little while, I spent all of today, April 24th, 2011 in bed. I woke up around 7 am, and I just didn’t feel ready to get out of bed. It wasn’t even an issue of laziness or anything like that. I just wasn’t ready, and I don’t currently have any massive, pressing deadlines to deal with. So I kept sleeping.

I woke up again at 11 and Skype’d with my BFF.

Then I went on Facebook.

And went back to sleep.

Woke up again and made some tea.

Napped a little more.

Realised I hadn’t showered yet.

Rolled over and went back to sleep anyway.

Woke up and went for a 2 hours walk as the sun hung low and then slipped away for the night.

Came back home and wrote this.

I can’t remember the last time I took an entire day to relax, rest, rejuvenate and prepare for the week ahead and felt no guilt whatsoever about enjoying a quiet day and the warmth of having a roof over my head and a soft pillow to place my head.

This had has been glorious.

I think I might spend more Sundays luxuriating in gratitude.

Much love,

A.Y. Daring

Mindful Sunday: Food as Fuel

 

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Every once in a while, I consider my mortality. I think it’s searching for false footing to seek meaning in life in the face of death. Particularly if you are religious. Your deity cannot die, but it/she/he/they still has/have meaning. My logic may be flawed, but the conclusion that I draw from this is that there is an inherent value in just being. Just “because”, whether you will die or not.

Meaning in life in the absence of a deity is another blog post all together. Remind me if I don’t come back to it in the next few weeks.

We’re all living. Anybody with a heartbeat can live. It takes more than just waking up in the morning to truly live well though; to reflect on your life in this moment and feel self respect, and worth, and pride, and gratitude. The four cardinal virtues of the Stoic philosophy that guides my life and the writings on this blog are: wisdom, courage, justice and temperance.

Think of someone you know who has some of those qualities without the others. Think of someone who is brave but not wise. They are willing to act in the face of anything, even pure stupidity. Think of someone who believes in justice, but with no sense of temperance. They want peace in the world and are willing to fight indiscriminately for it with dramatic irony to spare.

My wisdom has a lot of holes in it, I have the humility to admit that. I’ve spent so much of my life working on strengthening my mind that I never properly developed a strong body. Whoops! I’ll be honest here. To me, people who admit to being gym rats often strike me as vain and shallow. Their care of themselves seems very “surface” if you’ll allow me to use that noun as an adjective. It’s all about the body, for its own sake. But it’s a very different kind of pursuit of intrinsic value than what people seek when they spend an afternoon picking up trash in a park. I think I would respect body builders more if they regularly built schools in developing nations with their bare  hands. Physical strength in isolation makes you an idiot. (“Strong like a bull, smart like a potato,” like one of my high school teachers used to say.) You know what though? A strong mind with a feeble body trying to support its activity is stupid too. You can’t divorce the mind from the body, even if they may possibly be separate philosophical things. Your ability to think clearly will be severely hindered if you’re sick and tired all the time.

This Mindful Sunday, I am taking the time to meditate on what it means to eat well as a dimension to living well. Knowing what to eat and when to eat is a very powerful way to be wise as well. There is a very real, very physical aspect to being in this world, that’s all a mess of physics and chemistry and microbiology. And food is its fuel. That mess can be learned, to a certain extent anyway, and applied to efforts in developing the mind. Yay!

Much love,

A.Y. Daring

Mindfulness and Rethinking the Weekly Adventure

The Weekly Adventure originally started as an attempt at personal growth, through mindfulness.

Mindfulness has two contexts: Buddhism and clinical psychology.

The clinical psychology practise of mindfulness is how I first learned it. The way I interpret it, mindfulness is paying attention to how you are feeling, what you are thinking and what there is before you in this very moment, without judging it or yourself. It is an attempt at being kind to yourself, and honouring your emotions, without indulging the fears and irrational thoughts that can sometimes hurt you. Over the years, mindfulness has really changed the way I approach myself.

It is completely contradictory in nearly every way to how I was raised.

It is calm and gentle and incredibly non-judgemental.

Practising this new way has been both challenging and incredibly liberating. I feel so grateful that I’ve had a variety of mindfulness teachers over the years, and most grateful that they’ve all presented it to me in a way that was easy for me to understand.

Mindfulness has countless strategies that you can use to be aware what you’re currently feeling, but still be able to make rational decisions about what to do next. Weekly Adventure was an attempt at putting these strategies into action, around various areas of my life. What I found though was that my most meaningful adventures were not about setting off fireworks, but in finding it within myself to maintain a steady bonfire. Each Sunday, I’d reflect on the past week, and refocus my resolve to unlearn the things that were no longer working, and then figure out a way to actually bring those intentions into concrete action steps. Considering where I once was, this is a huge step for me.

Mindful Sunday is a moment at the end of the week when you, should you feel comfortable doing so, decide to shed habits that are holding you back from happiness, and adopt new habits (or even do new versions of old habits) that support who you would like to be. It’s a practical exploration in living better and being kind to yourself.

This week, my Mindful Sunday Action Plan (for myself, and for you, should you feel so inclined) is this:

1) Decide on a bedtime. (I have chosen 11pm.)

2) An hour before bedtime, begin the process of getting ready for bed. Create a transition period for yourself, in whatever way you find possible and necessary to begin easing out of work and preparing your mind and body for sleep. Shut down the computer, journal, make tomorrow’s to-do list clean  your room. Whatever you need to do to be calm enough to sleep within 15 minutes of turning out the lights, do those things.

I often find that once I get into bed, I’m still so wound up from the day that it takes about 30mins to fall asleep. I then sleep fitfully through the night, waking up at least once or twice to make notes about what needs to be done the next day. The next morning, I wake up tired and upset, which sets the tone for much of my day until I fight to shake off the haze of fatigue.

Or even worse, I am so wrapped up in my work that I don’t collapse into bed until around 2am, with un-brushed teeth and an un-washed face. Eww!

For me, a mindful nightly ritual is a way to form the habit of good, deep and restful sleep, because I am human and my body requires rest to work at its best. It also means making the time to take care of myself, because I am deserving of that kind of T.L.C.

It is a way to indulge myself with rich face creams and chamomile tea and reading great books that I don’t always have time for during the bustle of the day. Surrounding my sleep with calm is a gift to myself, a reward doing my absolute best all day long.

Try it, let me know what you think.

Much love,

A.Y. Daring