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Marital Bliss in TV land

 

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While TV trolling the other night, I stumbled upon a “reality” show. I tried to move on but it was like watching a train wreck. I had to gawk. I watched and blurted mocking commentary. Seriously? WTF? What is going on? Who is that sleaze ball psychologist? The show? Married At First Sight.

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Priorities: Getting Them In Order

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I’ve been thinking about social media, the internet, and the future of this blog. It’s been almost one year since I wrote my first post and I need to make a decision about where I’m going to go with my writing in general and this blog in particular. I’d wanted to write for years but somehow never found the time. A familiar tale for many. But last year, as a career change loomed on the horizon, I felt it was time. After years of listening to others I wanted to have a voice and what better platform than a blog? All I had to do was hit the “publish” button and voila, published. No pesky rejection letters for me. I could have total control over my posts and I thought eventually there might be a small amount of income. I was thinking really small. Like under six figures, including decimals. Continue reading…

The Journey is the Thing

Focus on the journey, not the destination. Joy is found not in finishing an activity but in doing it.- Greg Anderson

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We agility people like our ribbons. We like to adorn crates, cars, house and all available surfaces with ribbons. At an agility trial you can get a ribbon for running the course correctly, a qualifying run known as a “Q.” You can get a ribbon for placement in a class. Less frequently you can get a title ribbon meaning you’ve racked up enough Qs to earn a new title. And way less frequently you can get a humongous ribbon for a special event. Contrary to what Freud might think, I’ve never had penis envy but I’ve had ribbon envy for some time. They’re big, they’re pretty, they are quite a statement about what you did and I wanted one. I never thought I’d get one of those big beautiful babies but then, amazingly, I did. My Bea was the fastest dog of the day in the sporting group and I was over the moon thrilled. For about five minutes. Continue reading…

Fear: Don’t Confuse Me With The Facts

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Vaccinations have been a hot topic following the recent outbreaks of measles in the United States. I thought we were all done with measles but no, they’re baack. In 2014 there were 644 cases reported in 27 states and 176 cases so far in 2015, most of those linked to an amusement park. (Ahem, Mickey, had you been vaccinated?) As parents increasingly opt out of vaccines, states have begun to introduce legislation to strengthen immunization policies. But bills to eliminate personal belief exemptions in Oregon and Washington state recently failed. Parents are afraid for their children and want personal choice over medical decisions. Who cares about the potential for a return of many long eradicated diseases like measles, mumps, and whooping cough. Who cares that one’s personal decision could negatively affect the many. Fear trumps reason. Continue reading…

Pleasure: Seize the moment

“The present moment is filled with joy and happiness. If you are attentive, you will see it.”                     - Thích Nhất Hạnh

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I envy my dogs sometimes, especially my spaniel who has an unmitigated joie de vivre. My Gordon Setter can be more like me, steeped in perpetual angst, but Beatrix? She’s joyful. It can be raining and muddy outside and she’s content to stare at the tree in squirrel stalking stance for hours. Fully present in the hopefulness of the moment. If the sun is shining she can fling herself to the ground and roll around squeaking with exuberant abandon. Dinner is a festive feast every day, no complaints about the same old thing. I have a lot to learn from her.  Continue reading…

The Highly Sensitive Person

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There are times in life when I have to contain my impulse to jump up and run screaming.These are not times that would be obvious to most people. They may be at moments that appear to be perfectly lovely. One of them is when I’m playing games with my group of extroverted friends while conversation flows and music fills the air. I love each one of them. I enjoy their humor, intellect, and energy. I like music and I love playing games. So what’s my problem? When you put it all together it’s too much. The total of all that good feels overwhelming for me because I’m an HSP – a highly sensitive person. A delicate flower in the sensory stimulation department. Continue reading…

Goals: Don’t be Attached to the Outcome

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One of the activities that occupies my head space is dog agility. This is a sport where you train like crazy, shlep enough supplies for a military deployment, sit around for hours waiting your turn, and then run like hell for about 30 seconds. Curious? Watch some international competitors here. I don’t move quite as fast as those top handlers however. My style is more like the Titanic – slow to turn. But even at my level, people set unrealistic goals and that’s where the troubles start. Continue reading…

Reframes: Finding Fun in Flying

 

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Life is full of surprises and opportunities. Just when I thought flying couldn’t get any worse, I found Silver Airways. Never heard of them? Be very glad. Silver Airways is the little company whose prop plane I recently used to get between Ft. Lauderdale and Key West. A short flight of only 35 minutes if you’re lucky enough to actually get on an airplane and the propellors keep going around. There was much drama involved and I observed many angry folks trying to straighten out one problem or another. I did an informal analysis and concluded there were more upset people per square foot dealing with Silver Airways than I’d ever observed with any other airline. And that’s saying a lot. I know my own blood pressure was soaring and so I had a choice. Did I become a homicidal maniac or did I use the power of cognitive reframing? Continue reading…

Our Nature: We Are Who We Are

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The sun came out the other day. It was such a happy event that thoughts of a lovely walk on the river path with my dogs came to mind. I grabbed the girls, a Gordon Setter and an English Cocker Spaniel, snapped on their leashes and stepped out with a smile on my face. That didn’t last long. I found myself getting increasingly annoyed by their antics. Some dogs may be content to walk placidly along side their human with just a delicate pause to sniff now and then. Not my girls. These dogs have hunting ancestors and so they take the lead and go back and forth, forth and back, with tails wagging and noses on high alert looking for birds. Occasionally a scent grabs them and they turn around and give me a shoulder dislocating yank in the opposite direction. I’m not looking for birds, I’m never going to blast anything, and I haven’t trained them to do this – it’s just their nature. I have trained them to heel but that takes focus and concentration which makes a walk more work than relaxation. So I find myself getting annoyed. But why? After all it’s just their nature. Continue reading…

Friendship: love and loss

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I thought about calling my friend Sue today. I’m painting my living room and she always loves to talk about decorating. It’s been awhile since I’ve talked to her and I’m pretty sure she’d like this color. I’ve changed it from a Tuscan gold to a much lighter and brighter yellow, really just a hint of lemon. I know for sure she’d love the fabric I’ve found for the drapes. They’re a Hawaiian bark cloth and will complement the walls and the new red couch. I want to call her and share this with her. But then I remember all over again, I can’t call her. My dear friend of 34 years died some months ago and a place in my heart feels empty without her. Continue reading…