Get Busy Living

In a follow-up to my post on Talking of Lack, I thought I’d write a little about realisations that have been formulating as a result of that post, and as a result of chatting to my friend and sorting through my stuff.

In my post before, I said how it seemed that we generally only speak of that which we lack, or the negative things that we have. And that we cannot create the life we want, by speaking of what we don’t have. Even affirmations can push away our desires, as continuously affirming – I am abundant – clearly comes from a place of lack. Because people who genuinely are abundant, do not feel the need to state it out loud.

It occurred to me today, that when things are going really well in my life, I literally don’t have the time nor the desire to really discuss it. I’m just too busy living it. It’s really only when things aren’t going so well that there is need to discuss things, to write things down, to think about things. I wrote in another post back in April, that I used to write diaries, but only ever really wrote when I was unhappy, which meant that I had recorded all the bad times, and was too busy having fun to record the good times. I said I wanted to change that, and to record more of the good times, but do you know what? I think it’s more important to be fully in the present moment, experiencing the good times, than to divert your attention onto recording them.

How do you know when life is good? When you’re too busy living it and enjoying it to talk about it or write about it. A couple of years ago, I created a ‘happy memory jar’, which I planned to fill with memories written down on pretty pieces of paper. For the first six months of that year, I was separated from my Flame, and though I was very busy doing things, seeing new things and meeting new people, I wasn’t completely happy, as so any happy moment was recorded and put in the jar. I did have some genuinely happy times, but the point is, there were plenty of moments surrounding those happy times where I was a little down, and to lift myself, I would write down the happy times.

By the middle of the year, I was back with my Flame and was putting fewer bits of paper in the jar. That Christmas, I emptied the jar and read all of the memories, and then I decided to re-use the jar for the following year. Because I was happy, and I was busy living, I didn’t put any slips of paper in that jar. I berated myself when I realised that I had been forgetting to write things down and add it to the jar, but I realise now how silly that is. That in fact, by not having time to write a diary, or to write down memories, it meant I was truly content and happy.

So truly, I believe that instead of thinking or talking about doing something, we should just do it. Instead of affirming that we are something, we should just be it.

So many times, I have stated what I am going to be, or what I’m going to do, and often, those things didn’t happen. Instead of stating or affirming these things, I should just get on with it. Because if I was getting on with it, I wouldn’t have the time to discuss it!

If this blog post has made any sense to you at all, and anything has resonated with you, please do comment below! If not, I hope that my mad ramblings have at least convinced you that you are quite sane and sensible, unlike me 🙂

Why does it take so long to let go?

Why does it take so long to let go?

Adventures with Astrid – April 2015

It’s been a while since I posted about how I am getting on with my organiser, who I called Astrid. But it’s not because I have stopped using it every day, on the contrary, Astrid is my daily companion! Admittedly, most days, it houses my to-do lists, but having my addresses, notes, and plans for the coming weeks all in the same place is very useful, and I think this may well be the first time ever that I have started a diary in January and am still using it in April.

I used to keep a journal-style diary when I was younger. At first, it was just an occasional thing, when I wanted to rant about something or express my feelings when I was upset. Then in 1999, my sister gave me a ‘last year of the millenium’ diary, which had a metal cover, and the idea was to write something every day. And I did. Then the following year, I got another one, this time, a whole page for each day. And for several years, I wrote a journal entry every single day.

I have all of these notebooks and diaries tucked away in the loft, and I have no idea what I will do with them, maybe one day I will put them in a pile and burn them, or perhaps I will go through them and see if there is anything useful or funny, who knows, maybe they’ll even inspire a series of blog posts.

The funny thing is, I would always write in my diary when I felt upset or down, but as soon as I got happy, I stopped writing diaries. I was too busy being in the moment of happiness to write my thoughts and feelings down. So some of the happiest moments of my life have gone completely unrecorded, and yet some of the most painful moments of my life will live forever through my written words.

It’s probably because writing has always been my form of therapy. But it makes me a little sad to think that I can more easily recall the bad times than the good. And it makes me a little more determined to change that, and also to release the old stuff.

This little rambling reminds me of a scene in The Elphite, where Ellie is encouraged to burn her diary, which contains all her many memories, in order for her to release her past and create a new future. I think perhaps having a bonfire may be a good idea after all!

I am alive. I am awake. I am loved.

Please do comment below if you write diaries, and if you think it’s a good idea to burn old ones in order to create a better future, I’d love to hear your thoughts.