This is a harsh reality for some, but for me I find comfort in being Responsible.
As a person who grew up under severely dysfunctional and abusive circumstances, having the ability to be responsible for my life is a gift. It means I am no longer a victim of my life. I am the commander, with God as my compass, and I have the power to choose.
I can choose to change a situation by speaking up, or by removing myself.
I can choose to react or respond, or to walk away with no explanation.
I can choose where I focus my energy and what I deem important in my life.
Yes, choices are hard. Life is difficult. Bad things happen.
Still, I can choose to walk my path with God as my guide.
I can choose to ask others for help and support.
I can choose to share my life, and who I let stay in my life.
There is so much POWER to be had in being RESPONSIBLE.
For, me, change always comes when I’ve run out of options, I’m in pieces, at the bottom of a pit looking up.
I understand, for some it seems not to be true; but honesty, I don’t believe it. Your bottom may be deeper than someone else’s or the reverse may be true, but if we are HONEST with each other… change comes to us because there IS NO OTHER OPTION.
If we want to grow. If we want to achieve. If we want to heal.
Where ever you are in your journey: on the slide down, the bottom, on that steep climb up… the choice is always in your hands… WHEN to change.
“Steal Like an Artist” by At Home in Love, is a great read… All about how what we know, build on, and create come from information inspired by the past.
The article gives a great list, accompanied by amazing quotes, that show how we can grow in our art and experience by acknowledging where our inspiration comes from.
How many of us truly realize what the greats before us have taught us? Where these seemingly “random” thoughts or ideas (inspiration) originated from what we: have heard, seen, read, experienced in our past?
My favorite: from the BIBLE… “There is nothing new under the sun” Ecclesiastes 1:9
If you take the time to read… I would love your thoughts!
This popped up in my WORDPRESS feed at the right time: I’m coming up on my 1-year anniversary for my Blog and considering if it’s serving a purpose, for others, for me.
WHY DO I BLOG? 🤔
I started my blog as a companion to the Facebook Page I was trying to grow into a community of support for people searching for purpose, interested in growing, and wanting to set and accomplish goals.
Admittedly, the first month I thought I’d lost my mind. Thinking I could set up and contribute regularly to a webpage was overwhelming. Though I’d read Blog posts before and enjoyed them, the thought of having a Blog of my own was (and still is) terrifying. I’m great one-to-one, but putting my self “out there” into the world still scares me.
Friends (most of whom don’t even follow my page!) kept encouraging me that I had something worth sharing.
WHAT ARE THE REWARDS?
The biggest reward for me is starring down my fear and putting myself out “there”, wherever that is.
I have a few followers and have received very little feedback, so that side has not yet felt like a reward. However, each time I share some aspect of myself or something that interests me… my fear lessens and I’m more empowered.
The reward is personal: recognizing my voice and accepting that my voice matters, if only to me.
Thanks, Dr. Perry, for your Blog post. This actually made me feel MORE committed to my Blog. I was considering giving it up, but now I see it is fulfilling a purpose: It’s ok if the purpose is me!
I always start my day TRYING to focus on Gratitude. For I’m a firm believer that no matter how lost I feel, there is always SOMETHING to be grateful for.
I was looking at the gallery for my daily gratitude journal (I use the Five Minute Journal App), and realized how many quotes there were. Some weeks are more pictures, others quotes. This week has been heavy on the quotes.
What I see: I’m searching for inspiration. Things that make me laugh, think, find gratitude, or motivate me.
We’ve been in quarantine/social distancing mode since mid-March. It’s getting harder. I miss people. I miss interactions. I miss all the weird, funny, crazy that comes from BEING out in the world.
I don’t know how long it’s been for you. Maybe you’ve never been stuck at home because of your profession and long to be in my shoes. Maybe the social distancing experience is different for you because of your circumstances or personality.
Personally… I’m getting to the point of hysteria. I’m introverted, but I also like people. The first three weeks weren’t bad. I liked being cocooned at home with my family.
My daughter is thriving in this environment: she’s loving virtual schooling and has been successful at getting everything done. She’s happy to video chat with her friends and has little to no desire to go anywhere.
My husband is more stressed. He’s the one who works outside the home. He does the shopping and errands. He worries about me. I have asthma, so I’m higher risk for infection and he feels grateful that I work from home and prefers that I stay home.
Me: I’m wanting to be outside, on the rare nice day… but the allergies and asthma have forced me to stay in-doors. I miss seeing clients and caregivers. I miss interacting with the world.
In the meantime, I’m using my Art Journal as an outlet for expression and finding quotes to keep me inspired and motivated to keep moving forward.
The Five Minute Journal app by Intelligent Change has helped keep me positive and appreciate life more.