Do a little bit every day

I have a new job at a new place in a new city. My family has not yet moved to town to be with me, and many (okay, most) things I do every single day are still unfamiliar to me. Before we made this move, I told my husband I was going to look at each day as an adventure, and just ride the waves as they come.

Being a creature of routine, this was a giant leap of Faith for me (yes, Faith with a capital “F”). I made the move even though I did not know how I was going to get through it, feeling lonely and out of place every day. Before long, though, I realized if I just took each new task one piece at a time and made a bit of progress on it every day, that I’d be making noticeable progress before long.

By jove, it’s working! Big pieces of lots of tasks and projects started falling into place this week, which is actually a lot sooner than I expected. Not only has my Faith led me down good paths, but my strategy is paying off in big dividends.

I do think this is going to be a key piece of living fully to be 100 years old: looking at each new day as an adventure, tackling huge projects bit by bit, and truly enjoying the ride. Now, if only I can remember this when things get tough…


10 Questions to ask every day

This is a great list of questions to ask to give meaning to your life every day, courtesy of Geoffrey James, as published on Here are the first 3, and the rest are just as good:

  1. Have I made certain that those I love feel loved?
  2. Have I done something today that improved the world?
  3. Have I conditioned my body to be more strong flexible and resilient?

Here’s the link to the rest of the list (and article):

So ask yourself, do you define “success” the way Geoffrey does? For me, the answer is a resounding “yes!”


Smell the pizza, blow out the candles

My 4-year old is learning yoga and breathing exercises in preschool, designed to help the children manage strong feelings. And not yoga in the way an adult might think of it; not a word of sanskrit to be found in this vocabulary. Instead, deep breathing is taught as, “smell the pizza, blow out the candles.” I’m not even sure to describe how heartily I approve of this school-funded, curriculum-based effort.

Imagine growing up with non-chemical anxiety-management skills in your toolkit of life. Seriously, imagine learning from the age of 4 that when you get upset, you can take a few deep breaths or do a simple balance exercise to help you calm down.

This concept, which I have heard discussed remotely for a few years, absolutely BLOWS MY MIND. Can you teach yoga to a spirited 4-year-old in a way that will deeply affect his life (and that of his family)? YES, my family is the living proof of this.

Now THIS is something I can support fully as I live to be 100!

Knees’ needs

If I were to tell you that I have knee issues, you could reasonably assume two things about me: that I am 1. human and 2. male or female. I truly think that knee problems are a lot like allergy to poison ivy (you might not suffer from it now, but you probably will at some point in your life).

I think knees simply got the short end of the stick design-wise. Bipedalism? Awesome! But, sorry about the non-alignment of the hips over the knees, especially once the human race decides to start living longer than, say, an average of 20 years. Good luck with those knees once you are into your third decade of life!

The point I’m really trying to make (sorry for the rant) is that my miserable knees have GOT to last me another 62 years. And, even if you must substitute the word “hip” or “shoulder” or “ankle” for the word “knee,” chances are, we are all going to have to figure out how to make these blasted joints thrive along with us as we age.

Which begs the question, HOW are we going to accomplish this? I’ll admit that I am researching this one often. I really don’t want to have to face surgery at any point, so I’m trying to learn about “making space” in my knees through yoga, increasing my overall flexibility to take some of the stress off of my knees, ice, anti-inflammatory drugs if necessary, anti-inflammatory supplements, and even the possibility of eating a diet that will reduce overall joint inflammation.

Since I’m not about to give up the extreme pleasure of hiking, or even walking for that matter, I’ve got some work to do and some TLC  to apply liberally…

Here’s to knees that will serve me until I’m 100!

Other people’s annoying habits

I have been living with my parents for a few months, moving in advance of my family, who will be joining me in another few months. To say that it’s been a bit of a shock living in my childhood home – and with my parents – would be somewhat of an understatement.

What I have found to be both frustrating and amusing is how much my parents’ habits are annoying me. I know from past experience that this is likely because their habits are revealing something about me that I would rather not admit. Example 1: clutter (who me? have a tendency to accumulate clutter? never!). Example 2: indulge in sugar (whistling and avoiding eyes, la la la la la…).

Readily, I can admit that these “faults” also tend to be my faults. What’s much harder, though, is working on those tendencies in myself. Without expecting that working on myself will set any kind of an example, or rub off on them, or make me better than they because I’m working on my faults!

Because, really, who am I to judge? If I want to work on my own “faults” for my own benefit, then good for me. If their habits are bothering me to a point where it is affecting my ability to live in the house, then I must address it with them. Otherwise, I need to just leave them alone about it. And always remember that these issues are MY issues.

My parents are wonderful, kind, generous and love me very much. How lucky am I? Who could ask for more than that?