Swans need to eat, too.
As I approach this year’s Thanksgiving holiday, I find myself wondering about the hype vs. reality. How many people are planning their holiday with thought to how the pictures will look posted on Facebook? How many people are dreading the crowds if they’re traveling? And how many people think just one day to bask in the glow of our loved ones is inadequate?
I love my loved ones all year round, as you do I am sure. So, why is it that so many of us buy into a turkey with all the trimmings and chasing a Norman Rockwell/Martha Stewart hybrid image as meaningful?
Traditions connect us as communities and through the generations. But, if you really want to garner a new appreciation for your loved ones just wait until one gets sick or hurt. And if you want to see if you have what it takes to really stand firm with the people in your life, just wait until you are called upon to be there for them.
You don’t have to be training for a marathon or have it in your budget to take a fancy spa vacation to be doing something good for your health and over all well-being.
Here are seven things that will reduce stress and give you a boost. And none of them need special equipment and they won’t break your bank….
3. Go for a walk
5. Take a nap
6. Talk to a friend
7. Revel in nature’s beauty
Is it just me or does it seem like every day there are people posting links on Facebook and in mass emails for articles aimed at telling us how to be happy, wealthy, in better relationships? I’m not sure other people can really direct our happiness, wealth or relationships though.
What do you think? I mean, these are really personal topics, no? Sure, we can learn from the experience of others and some are really qualified to give us advice. But, by now, who among us doesn’t know that we should let go of the past, work smarter, love like we’ve never been hurt?
And don’t the answers to all of our questions lie within us?
A couple of decades ago, I was into reading women’s magazines like Cosmo. At one point, though, I remember thinking, the best magazine would tell us – You are perfect just the way you are, now go out and live your life. But then, that would be a very short magazine. And there would be few advertising dollars for all the products shoved in our faces to make us better.
Okay, so anything that requires more washing work for me is considered seriously before taking the plunge. Particularly machines that have hard to get to places that require special sponges or fingers that bend in unusual ways.
But, this juicing fad has me curious.
Is it actually a fad, in which case it will disappear while most bandwagon-jumpers haven’t even put 100 miles on their machines?
Is it a revolution? Doubtful. Juicing has been around for ages.
Is it evolution? I’m not at all for progress when it comes to food. I’ll eat dirty carrots that came from real soil as long as the big chunks of soil have been brushed off.
Juicing as a practice is fine with me. In fact, I have a lot of visceral memories attached to liquid veggies.
What good is it to compost, can, plant your own garden and reuse your rain water if you are burned out, spent? What about your own personal physical, mental and emotional sustainability?
How long can or should you continue doing the things in your life that just don’t do it for you?
Drains are for bathtubs, sinks and showers – not people – not for sucking away your joy, passion and knowledge.
My generation has been burning its collective candle at both ends. And one of the most common topics among people I talk to is the search to find satisfaction. Things haven’t really changed so much since Jackson Browne’s working man anthem, The Pretender, which debuted in 1976.
The song reflects back to its listener just what it feels like to lose sight of some of their dreams. And that feeling is one most of us have visited to some degree.
When I started writing for newspapers, it was a passion for me. And I poured all my excitement for various topics into my writing. And through the intervening years I think my writing has grown and I have also become a different person thanks to the twists and turns in my own life.
If you had told younger me that stress is very bad, unhealthy, destructive and to be avoided I would have scoffed.
Ha! I would have retorted. What’s a little stress? That’s life, stress is to be expected.
Now, let’s fast forward a bit to present day me.
When I woke up this morning, I got to thinking about the positive things I have been doing recently to improve my life. And, without fail, they all involve being true to myself – AND – they have all resulted in less stress.
And this is making me happy.
Less stress has resulted in me being able to focus on the tasks and paths I want to take. On being able to hear the voice inside me saying which way to go at all the sundry turns and crossroads.
It means my nerves are not shot. It means I smile more. It means I have less aches and pains. It renews my hope and energy and ambitions.
This morning, I found myself standing at my sink breaking up curly kale leaves into a colander – when what to my interested senses did I find, it felt good.
And so I paid more attention and some thoughts came to me.
I started noticing the texture and I began to think about all the nutrients in kale and how I might very well be absorbing those nutrients through my skin as I tore the kale into pieces.
Why not? I know of people who don’t just filter their drinking water, they filter their home’s entire water supply. We do, after all, absorb water and other good and bad things through our skin. So, what we shower in is just as important as what we drink.
Would you want to touch the food you have put into your body today? Would it feel good? Are they things you are happy to absorb into your body?
I have been craving eggplant for weeks now. So, last weekend, I got an organic eggplant at the store. But, when I got home and cut it open it was rotten inside.
It is a bit of a hike to the organic store and the closer store I go to has some organic produce but only has eggplants that are conventionally grown.
The conventionally grown eggplants are right near the entrance door. So, I see them every time I go in. They are there, taunting me.
It’s so frustrating because I cannot help but think of what I heard about how non-organic eggplant has been genetically engineered to produce its own pesticides. Or, maybe I heard that they are working on this.
Either way, it creeps me out and is just too unsettling for me to be able to bring myself to buy it.
Today though, I began to think about how weird it is that a food could produce its own pesticides. It doesn’t seem real when I try to quantify that in my mind.
It seems like science fiction. Like it’s made up, fiction.