Yeah, I’m at the acronym stage, for today at least. I think I’m starting to get the hang of this. I’ve had my green drink breakfast on my front porch the past two days, taking time to put my local whole grain organic toast on a piece of Fiestaware rather than on a towel or the table. Little things. Just about everything I ate yesterday was from around here – the olive oil, the eggs and rice, the fruits and the vegetables. I managed to be fine without going to the ice cream shop a few blocks away, although I thought about it pretty seriously for a while. I wrote in my journal, took photos and did a few other things on my list, didn’t do a few others on the not to do list. It all felt pretty smooth.
I am noticing how I cope with discomfort. When something happened that made me feel less than, I found that I wanted to play solitaire or watch some TV or eat something sweet. It was interesting to observe it and then let go, to write about it in the journal rather than numb out with those other behaviors. I’m not saying I didn’t do them, but I noticed why I did them and let go much sooner. Writing in the journal helped. Reminded me of what matters more to me.
It appears that I’ve embarked on a journey that will be more impactful than I imagined when I oh-so-casually took it on. I like it!