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The Non-Perfect Blog

I have been wanting to blog for a long time now… ideas have flitted through my mind, things I’m going through, topics that would be good for me to write about, and yet, nada. I write in my journal all the time, squeak out a few poems, but Pen and Moon has sat here, patiently waiting. And waiting. Twiddling its thumbs, occasionally sighing, but mostly, sitting in a Buddha-meditation pose and waiting for me.

Here’s the deal–  what’s getting in my way is just plain ol’ PERFECTIONISM.  I want to get it right, have it be beautiful, the bestest photos, the most thought-provoking and scintillating words. That’s what I’ve tried to do in the past. I like doing quality work, but the A+ mentality I’ve had all my life can really get in the way of just getting something done that’s good enough.  As Bob likes to say (quoting Voltaire): “The perfect is the enemy of the good.”  And that’s what keeps tripping me up, here and in many other parts of my life. Perfectionism paralyzes me, keeps me from getting anything done–  “good enough” makes me anxious, keeps me walking on a tight rope in fear of falling off.

So I’m here today with the goal of getting back to blogging and letting it be a Non-Perfect Blog. I have a lot going on in my life right now– detours and crises, and I am up to my elbows in a place I hadn’t anticipated being. I’m deep into working on shit right now. It’s hard, it’s good, and I’ve got a lot to process and share. So that’s what I’m gonna do. Imperfectly.  So, stay tuned if you’re interested. I’ll be writing more soon!

HIJACKED!

I’ve been thinking about body image a lot lately, along with a question that keeps bubbling to the surface of my mind. I want to ask every woman I meet (all those who identify as women)–

How old were you when your body got hijacked?

Maybe this didn’t happen to you, but I think many females in our society have a similar experience. First, there was your Age of Innocence. You were a child, with a body, and you were just basically You. You lived mostly in the present moment, you played and laughed and cried and slept and didn’t really think about having a body. It just Was.

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Simmering… simmering…

It’s been since January that I last blogged???  Time flies!

The truth is, I’ve been waiting to blog, putting it on the back-burner while the whole pot of me simmers. I’ve been doing so much work on feelings and self-transformation, tons and tons of therapy, learning about myself, and letting all of it soak in and gel. A lot of changes going on for me, many of them internal but big, nonetheless. And the time is coming– soon I think– for me to write about them.

But for now, I’ll share a recent poem that touches on some of my stuff. And I’m sending you my love, too– it’s been a tough year with a lot of tragedy and turmoil. Let’s all hang in there.

Falling in Love…

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Learning to See the Fork

I am thinking a lot about forks lately. Not the eating utensil kind (though I have been wondering where the heck ours have been going… thrown in the garbage? Under someone’s bed?), but as I’m Waking Up in my own life, I’m looking at the forks in my day. I’m discovering there are a LOT.

 

The kind of forks I’m talking about are the proverbial Forks-in-the-Road. If you prefer to be more plain about it, they are the myriad Choices we make in a day. It’s like living in a Choose Your Own Adventure story (remember those?). Whatever words you put to it, I’m finding that there’s a lot of power in becoming aware of these moments of choice–  it can be rather daunting too, because when you discover that you are indeed choosing your own adventure, well, who is there to blame for your choices?  

 

Who chose this path?  Um, that would be, Me. (gulp) Continue reading

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