lethargy, energy and resolutions?

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It’s sometimes hard to tell the difference between tiredness and lethargy as one gets older. This has been a main focus of my New Year deliberations.

I’ve come to the conclusion that the difference lies in being decisive, having definite goals throughout each day, not just a vauge”to do list”  seldom refered to. My energy is more limited than it used to be, but that is all the more reason to use it (and my remaining time) constructively – to plan rather than drift. It’s not really about doing more, rather about focusing when I’m doing. When you’re tired you tend to let your life drift following circumstance rather than being in control. It’s tough to explain. It’s like there’s a switch you turn on, a possitivity switch almost – you take control. It’s not that you were negative before, rather that you are drifting, but drifting leads to apathy and apathy to discouragement and worse. It’s having a vision pursuing those dreams etc. regardless of how much energy you have to spend each day. I find not only my happiness, but my energy rises a when I’m focused. Hope that makes sense!

My resolutions?

1)To stop each morning to jot down a plan for the day, including some neglected areas.

a) Doing something for my body and appearance. Unlike most women I hardly think about these things other than to stay clean and tidy. As my body gets older it needs more care and thinking what to wear (I’m 99% in the same rotated jeans and T shirts).

b) Doing something for my flat, though always clean and tidy, housework is not a favourite of mine so I tend to do the minimum. How inspiring to see the cupboards tidy and organised etc. (I just might find some long lost items lol!)

c) Actually plan what I’m going to eat. Like with the clothes, I eat the same old things to save having to think about it. This goes hand in hand with my next item.

2) I’m sick of being just slightly overweight. Yes, most folks are bigger at my age but that is no consolation when I look in the mirror and see my flabby chin or little waist doughnut. I lost weight during my move due to stress. It wasn’t a healthy weight loss so it went straight back on, but I remember looking in the mirror and seeing what a big difference it made. I want that – but healthily and planning meals is a part of that.

3) Having found a possible agent for my book I’m keen to plough through the suggested revisions and hopefully get it published. Along with that I want to finish the sequel. This last being the easiest resolution as I’m all fired up to do it.

Wishing you all a very happy New Year full of love, change, vision and your hearts desires!

 

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Choose to live.

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For me, the best New Year quote was given in the movie Braveheart. He says, “All men die, but not all men truly live.” Many go through life chained to circumstances, living according to “the pattern” of expectation, quenching their dreams, sweet childhood racing hearts reduced to spiritual poverty, disabled by fear.

To truly live demands courage. One might meet an untimely death! At best we stand to fail sometimes, become a target for gossip, have our “friends” desert us. I’ve trod the path, I know.

The alternative to embracing life, is to live a humdrum existence, to “arrive safely at death” dreams stored away lest you fail. I did this at first, till at 17 I exploded, unable to contain it any longer. I hurt some people (especially the boyfriend I no longer wanted to marry). The truth can hurt, but I would have hurt them more in the long run…

I cracked the – 1960s council estate, London suburbia – mould, getting a job in downtown London, I pursued my talents, eventually earning a fine art degree and being ostracized by former friends and neighbours for my audacity. I questioned everything, began to travel, to teach, and best of all (after a great many adventures and going through hell for a while) discovered God was real. From that point on, though there have been battles to fight, I led an enchanted life of total FREEDOM!

During this time, I was continually told these things were impossible for me, a poor girl from a council estate where no one could dream of more than shop, office or factory work, scarcely knew other options existed. Even my school advised against my staying on to take GCSEs (I was dyslexic – a condition unrecognised then) so I left school and started work at 14 years old. I see in retrospect God always had a hand on my life.

Well, that’s my story and it has repeated itself in my children, each conquering “the impossible” in their own way. My advice to anyone with a burning fire? If you hate your life, be brave! Step out on the water like Peter. Sure, he sank when he looked at the waves and the wind, (as we often do) but Jesus lent a hand and together they walked on the water. Peter, a simple fisherman, is remembered while the richly endowed of his time are forgotten. Not for his intellect, talents or wealth but due to his courage to risk everything. So, step out, pursue those dreams, but, if you’d be wise, take God’s hand you may need it sometimes.

A pregnant pause.

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I’ve always felt the days between Christmas and New Year a time of evaluation, a time to reset my compass. It could make sense to celebrate new year on the 23rd of December, winter solstice, when night recedes, and days begin to lengthen, but perhaps it’s better this way. No one knows when Christ was born, but Dec. 25th seems a good choice, when “light comes to the world”.

He didn’t come with a trumpet blast, a sudden dramatic arrival. Rather He slid in quietly, as a tiny babe. (Much like our deepest resolutions, known only to those closest). Though greeted by angels and shepherds, and later prophets and wise men, his arrival was unknown to the vast majority, who were unaware of any change.

It was thirty years before His big public ministry began. Isn’t that how change usually comes? Begun by a define choice, a point of time we commit to a course of action, it’s manifestation appears slowly. Often there are things we must learn and experience before we can fully embrace our goal.

Christmas was commitment when Christ took the first step, by being born in the flesh. He had yet to expose himself to public scrutiny, to heal the sick, to walk on water, to die for us. He had choice as we do. At any point in those 33 years he could have thrown in the towel and walked away to hide in obscurity, but birth was his first commitment, when it all began.

So, I like to take time to ponder my path. Heart cleansed by the remaining gifts of Christmas, love, compassion, unity, I pray about my path and reset my compass for the year ahead.

Small effort big pay back

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Along with my resolution to just go ahead and do whatever strikes me (and stop procrastinating) I ventured down to the local swimming pool.
My lazy self was arguing all the way. “For God’s sake it’s January this is NOT the time to start swimming again!” Nonetheless, motivated by thoughts of several awful Christmas photos and the fact that my favourite coat is getting tight I stuffed towel and costume in my backpack and grabbed my bike.
The first two laps were tough, having to get my breath at either end (well it had been over a year!) Then it got easier. To my delight I managed my goal of ten laps before the session finished. More than that I felt great – warm, glowy and energized. In fact it felt so good I went back yesterday and added an extra lap to my total!
Sometimes I find that with my body, it really lets me know when it gets something it needed. The “happy feeling” continued the rest of the day and concluded in a good, deep night’s sleep. Sometimes that tiny push of effort makes all the difference!

Abundant life? (Christmas/ New Year thoughts).

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As focus drifts from Christmas to resolutions a misleading conception saddens me – “abundant life”. It’s preached as being God’s promise of abundant supply, riches, a prospering business, a new car etc. etc. Some even measure others by their prosperity. How odd to think that a God who chose to be born in a stable and wander the land as an itinerant preacher, sleeping rough with his followers, would be interested in such things.

Sure He cares for His children and supplies their needs as promised, but this gift of “abundant life” is so much more than that! Like the old picture of a child dropping her doll to receive a snow white dove, abundant life is so much more!

John says “in Him was life” the life, creative power to heal and mend hearts, minds and bodies. It says, “He came that we might have life, and have it more abundantly”. That this power of life can live in us to such a degree that it bursts forth on others, bringing life, healing, and peace. “Abundant life” is authority to access the power of the spiritual realm and perform miracles through that “life spirit” bringing forth fruit, not of sordid material possessions, but miracles of healing, redemption and changed lives. The former pales in comparison to the latter.

Just a thought when setting goals and resolutions.

A good new year thought.

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This is the true joy in life: Being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one, being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community and as long as I live, it is my privilege to do for it what I can. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for the moment and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations.—George Bernard Shaw

 

31 Day Challenge Day 8

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What are your worse habits?

OK I confess! Procrastination. Sometimes I go so slow I almost stop (a reason also I don’t have a driving licence). It’s not laziness in my case (promise, fingers crossed) nor is it a lack of ability to go fast. I can move at great speed sometimes once I’m sure what I’m meant to do. No, it’s more being overly cautious, afraid of making a mistake, which can be intensely frustrating to faster souls.

Hmm… what other bad habits do I have? Putting my elbows on the table when eating, it’s just so much more comfortable. (I hate folks who lecture about this with a mouth full of food swilling around! Ugh!)

Going barefoot (I still do it as much as I can get away with) but that’s a summer only habit and personally I don’t consider that or the elbows as bad (they just happen to be some folks pet peeves).

Interrupting what someone’s saying because I just have to get that statement that’s burning my heart up out. This is a bad and unloving habit showing a lack of concern and respect that I’ve tried many times to stop with varying results, guilty as charged!

Can’t think of any others right now (had plenty of years to work on things) but if I asked my kids they probably give me a longer list LOL!