Sunday, 23 November 2008

The Awakening . . .

A time comes in your life when you finally get it. When in the midst of all your fears and insanity you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere the voice inside your head cries out: ENOUGH! Enough fighting and crying or struggling to hold on. And, like a child quieting down after a blind tantrum, your sobs begin to subside, you shudder once or twice, you blink back your tears and through a mantle of wet lashes you begin to look at the world through new eyes. This is your awakening.

You realise that it's time to stop hoping and waiting for something to change or for happiness, safety and security to come galloping over the next horizon. You come to terms with the fact that he is not Prince Charming and you are not Cinderella and that in the real world there aren't always fairy-tale endings (or beginnings for that matter) and that any guarantee of "happily ever after" must begin with you, and in the process a sense of serenity is born of acceptance.

You awaken to the fact that you are not perfect and that not everyone will always love, appreciate, or approve of who or what you are... and that's OK. (They are entitled to their own views and opinions.) And you learn the importance of loving and championing yourself, and in the process, a sense of new found confidence is born of self-approval. You stop bitching and blaming other people for the things they did to you (or didn't do for you) and you learn that the only thing you can really count on is the unexpected. You learn that people don't always say what they mean or mean what they say, that not everyone will always be there for you, and that it's not always about you. So, you learn to stand on your own and to take care of yourself, and in the process a sense of safety and security is born of self-reliance. You stop judging and pointing fingers and you begin to accept people as they are and to overlook their shortcomings and human frailties, and in the process a sense of peace and contentment is born of forgiveness.

You realise that much of the way you view yourself and the world around you is as a result of all the messages and opinions that have been ingrained into your psyche. You begin to sift through all the crap you've been fed about how you should behave, how you should look, how much you should weigh, what you should wear, where you should shop, what you should drive, how and where you should live, what you should do for a living, who you should sleep with, who you should marry, what you should expect of a marriage, the importance of having and raising children, or what you owe your parents.

You learn to open up to new worlds and different points of view. And you begin reassessing and redefining who you are, what you really stand for. You learn the difference between wanting and needing and you begin to discard the doctrines and values you've outgrown, or should never have bought into to begin with, and in the process you learn to go with your instincts. You learn that it is truly in giving that we receive, and that there is power and glory in creating and contributing. You stop manoeuvring through life merely as a "consumer" looking for your next fix.

Your learn that principles such as honesty and integrity are not the outdated ideals of a bygone era, but the mortar that holds together the foundation upon which you must build a life. You learn that you don't know everything, that it's not your job to save the world and that you can't teach a pig to sing. You learn to distinguish between guilt and responsibility and you learn the importance of setting boundaries and of learning to say NO. You learn that the only cross to bear is the one you choose to carry and that martyrs get burned at the stake.

Then you learn about love: romantic love and familiar love. You learn how to love, how much to give in love, when to stop giving and when to walk away. You learn not to project your needs or your feelings onto a relationship. You learn that you will not be more beautiful, more intelligent, more loveable or important because of the man or woman on your arm or the child that bears your name. You learn to look at relationships as they really are and not as you would have them be. You stop trying to control people, situations and outcomes. You learn that just as people grow and change so it is with love.

And you learn that you don't have the right to demand love on your terms. And, you learn that alone does not mean lonely. And you look in the mirror and come to terms with the fact that you will never be a size 5 or a perfect 10 and you stop trying to compete with the image inside your head and agonising over how you "stack up." You also stop working so hard at putting your feelings aside, smoothing things over and ignoring your needs. You learn that feelings of entitlement are perfectly OK and you learn that it is your right to want things and to ask for the things that you want and that sometimes it is necessary to make demands.

You come to the realisation that you deserve to be treated with love, kindness, sensitivity and respect and you decide you won't settle for less. And you allow only the hands of a lover who cherishes you to glorify you with his or her touch... and in the process you internalise the meaning of self-respect. And you learn that your body really is your temple. And you begin to care for it and treat it with respect. You begin eating a balanced diet, drinking more water and taking more time to exercise. You learn that fatigue diminishes the spirit and can create doubt and fear. So you take more time to rest. And, just as food fuels the body, laughter fuels our soul. So you take more time to laugh and to play.

You learn that for the most part, in life, you get what you believe you deserve..and that much of life truly is a self-fulfilling prophecy. You learn that anything worth achieving is worth working for and that wishing for something to happen is different than working toward making it happen. More importantly, you learn that in order to achieve success you need direction, discipline and perseverance. You also learn that no one can do it all alone and that it's OK to risk asking for help.

You learn that the only thing you must truly fear is the great robber baron of all time: FEAR itself. You learn to step right into and through your fears, because you know that whatever happens you can handle it and to give in to fear is to give away the right to live life on your terms. And you learn to fight for your life and not to squander it living under a cloud of impending doom. You learn that life isn't always fair, you don't always get what you think you deserve and that sometimes "bad" things happen to unsuspecting good people. On these occasions you learn not to personalise things. You learn that God isn't punishing you or failing to answer your prayers. It's just life happening. And you learn to deal with evil in its most primal state: the ego.

You learn that negative feelings such as anger, envy and resentment must be understood and redirected or they will suffocate the life out of you and poison the universe that surrounds you. You learn to admit when you are wrong and to building bridges instead of walls. You learn to be thankful and to take comfort in many of the simple things we take for granted, things that millions of people upon the earth can only dream about: a full refrigerator, clean running water, a soft warm bed, a long hot shower.

Slowly, you begin to take responsibility for yourself by yourself and you make yourself a promise never to betray yourself and never, ever to settle for less than your heart's desire. And you hang a wind chime outside your window so you can listen to the wind. And you make a point to keep smiling, to keep trusting and to stay open to every wonderful possibility.

Finally, with courage in your heart, you take a deep breath and you begin to design the life you want to live as best as you can.

- Author unknown

Wednesday, 12 November 2008

Congratulations Daniel . . .

Congratulations to my stepson, Daniel. As you may know if you're a regular reader, Daniel has been undertaking his apprenticeship as a chef, and he has recently finished. Not only finished, but apparently has done amazingly well - so much so that one of the examiners called him to say not only did he pass, but passed with honours. He's apparently so good that he knows more than most so-called "qualified" chefs with years of experience.

Best news of all is that he has landed himself a fabulous job. He's working in a restaurant which is run by a chef that was trained by one of Gordon Ramsay's proteges. The chef in question is super qualified and an expert in the field, and Daniel was hand-picked for the job. Not that I'm surprised at how well he's done - he really is an amazing chef. I've paid a small fortune over the years for haute cuisine, and it doesn't even come close to the food that Daniel has prepared for us.

So Daniel, congratulations to you. Your Dad & I are *so* proud of you. We always knew how amazing you are, and it's fabulous to see other people recognising it too. This is the beginning of your amazing career!

Friday, 7 November 2008

Musings . . .

It hasn't been an easy week. As I have mentioned in earlier entries, my brother-in-law, Peter, was diagnosed with a terminal brain tumour around the end of August, and last Sunday morning, he passed away. If there is any positive in a situation like this, at least he didn't linger on in agony for months, and in fact, he wasn't in pain. Thankfully my sister-in-law, Rae, was with Peter at the end, and she said it was very quick and he seemed to be at peace.

The funeral was yesterday, and it was an extremely draining day. The funeral service started in the church at Sunbury at 10.30 am and we didn't get home until around 4.30 pm. His cremation was closer to Melbourne (Fawnker) and wasn't until 1.30 pm, and actually ended up taking place a little later than that. We then went back to my sister-in-law's house for a glass of wine and/or beer to cheer Peter on his way. I have to say, I can't remember a more draining day in my entire life. It was obviously a very sad day, but the speeches made by Peter's stepson, John, and one of my other brother-in-law's, Leigh, were lovely - some funny moments as well as sad ones. All in all, it's obviously not a day I want to repeat anytime soon.

And now the weekend is once again upon us. Will I make beads? As per usual, I've no idea. Every weekend I tell myself "this is the weekend", but it doesn't happen. Maybe things will be different tomorrow. We'll see.

So, Barack Obama won the US presidential elections. I'm not going to go on about politics in my blog, other than to say I'm happy with the result. I hope this really will be a change for the better, and not only for the USA.

And on that note, I'll sign off. Have a good weekend, and thanks for stopping by.

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