On Pause

I’ve been busy working on my closet today.. sorting the scarves, putting away the winter wear, thinking of what to keep, donate, and throw away. I’m not quite at the “what sparks joy” question yet— that’ll be later for the more difficult decisions. I decided to take a break and write.

The last couple of days have been difficult as a mistake I made more than a week ago caught up with me. To put it mildly, I was caught with my foot in my mouth. While I’m tempted to write about it and pour my heart out here like always, I think I’ll do it differently this time. I’m drafting THAT post and leaving it in my draft folder, with a reminder to return to it six months from now, and write about it then.

Joy, grief, remorse and relief on pause.

It’s still very much a work in progress, and much as I’d like to get to the “end of the story” sooner than later, I feel a need to let this one write its own ending before I write about it. I’m still processing it and getting to that point where I can say I am back in a good place. There are happy thoughts associated with this whole business after all. I’ll wait for that time when I can write it on a more positive note.

On PauseIt hasn’t been all that difficult, truth be told. There have been realizations, sighs of relief, and a general sense of moving forward. Friends have been supportive and yet not short on calling me out where it was needed. The universe, the friends and even the Big Guy up there seemed to be saying the same thing: this wasn’t yours, so move on. I am trying.

Things that happened in the last 24 hours have served to remind me how lucky and blessed I am. In the midst of moping and whining about my loss, I realized others are going through so much more. I suddenly felt selfish for focusing on my heartache. Perhaps it was a way for the universe to course correct — or simply put, remind me that it just wasn’t meant to be. And at the same time, the universe showed me that I am still whole and continually blessed.

Let’s see where I am in six months when I unpause.

I do wish I could pause the memories from coming when I’ve found my footing. Thankfully, there aren’t that many to count as yet. That is a relief. Each day has brought me a step closer to “okay”. I’m using emoticons again, for a start. And keeping my heart in check, reminding myself, “Accept it.” In time..

Friday Five

One thing that I’ve found true is that making a list helps me to focus on things I need or want to do, and it helps me to feel I have accomplished something when I see what I’ve actually ticked off the list come Monday.

Why five? It’s a reasonably small number and easily doable. If I end up doing all then I can always do more, and if I end up doing only some, those left undone will not leave me feeling like my weekend was an epic failure. Plus 5 has always been my favorite number. Reasonable goal, no stress.

Weekends should really be a time to relax and recharge, and I’m making a list to help me do that. So I’m hoping to start a new habit of making my list every Friday, and hopefully making my life a little easier. There are little things like this that can help us move forward in a bigger way and that’s what I’m trying to do for myself. Here’s my Friday five:

1. Mail my letter to L, send out a postcard.

2. Write an art journal entry.

3. Finish and list at least one item on Etsy.

4. Go through the contents of the fridge and throw out the stale stuff.

5. Take out the spring/summer footwear.

At first glance, the list may seem trivial but the tasks should not be difficult to accomplish. You must be realistic about your list for the week so that you can actually accomplish something, instead of the weekend passing you by with nothing done. It is not so much the tasks alone but the fact that you get to accomplish something. Try it!

Happy Friday, everyone!