Tag: #technology

On Your Desktop

I was looking at files saved to the desktop of my laptop and thinking, “It really shows who you are.”

A man I work with asked me to help him test some software. He needed to assist a client remotely, so I let him access my computer. When he was done clicking around, he backed out of the program and could see my desktop.

There was a long pause.

Like, “Barb? What is all of that?”

Memes and pictures for Blogs.

Pretty pictures and inspirational quotes. I would imagine his desktop looked different than mine. He’s a business man, so there’s probably a lot of Excel spreadsheets. When he asked me to open a program like Excel, I had to search my computer to find it. 🙂

Here’s one saved on January 1st.

passion

Someone asked me, “What are you passionate about?” I responded, “Anything I choose to do will be fueled by passion.”

Otherwise, I have to make myself do it, but sometimes that’s good. It gets me out of my comfort zone and I find a new passion.

I will file the memes into their designated folder, but that will just open up space for more. I’ve never had too many memes.

In a line up of opened laptops, could you pick out the one that belongs to you?

What’s on your desktop?

Get Over Yourself

That’s what my sponsor would say. When I felt alone, or decided to have a pity party, she would encourage me to look outside myself.

To find a need and fill it.

Not my own need, but the needs of others. I don’t have any ‘needs’ today.

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The first line in one of my favorite books, ‘The Purpose Driven Life’ says, “It’s not about you.” I’m continually reminding myself of that.

Yes, there has been a pattern to my life. In a society focused on self-care, we tend to focus on ourselves a little too much. ‘Take care of yourself first, so you can care for others’, but I don’t believe self-care was meant to turn into self absorption.

I’m glad I had a sponsor who would tell me to get over myself. Anytime I feel that tilt in the scales of, ‘What about me?’, I hear her voice. To live a life on purpose means living outside of ourselves and it’s not always convenient. I’m just now learning that.

My weekend’s have been spent taking care of me to better prepare for the workweek ahead. Pondering the possibilities of the weekend, I hear that sponsor say, get over yourself.

A Handwritten Note

I woke up this morning, took a glance at my phone and turned it off. Yesterday was not a pretty day at work, so this morning I took some time to manage my state. To let go of yesterday and stand firmly in today.

I sat down and wrote the Morning Pages. I learned about the Morning Pages one year ago, and this morning, they helped clear my mind.

The Morning Pages are handwritten in a notebook and I noticed something as I was writing. I had to pause and think how to correctly spell some of the words. The ‘i’ and ‘e’ rule of grammar ran through my mind. While typing, spell check takes care of the misspellings and I’ve obviously become dependent upon that.

I kept writing. The pages aren’t supposed to be perfect. They are called the Morning Pages because they capture those ‘first thing in the morning thoughts.’

Maybe you journal. If so, I encourage you to continue to do so. Writing by hand is a gift. The up and coming generations aren’t learning cursive writing, but cursive writing is a beautiful thing. I write encouraging notes to friends and mail them at random. The note blesses them and me, because they always point out the handwriting.

If you would enjoy a handwritten note, just send me an email. (Letitgocoach@gmail.com) Include your name, mailing address and an area where you need encouragement, and I’ll mail you one. There’s nothing quite like receiving a handwritten note.

Honoring My Story

Saying ‘thank you‘ to that woman in the mirror for showing up. Seeing the words, ‘Well-being Wednesday’ and relating completely. Owning my worth and no longer giving away my worthiness.

Honor your story my darling, but keep adding to it. The story will become new along with you.

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This Will Help

I’ve watched it everyday this week. It’s the best part of parenting. To do what looks crazy and somewhat embarrassing, in hopes they secretly enjoy it enough to follow suit with their own kid one day.

If you need a smile my darling, this will help!

 

Walk Like Wind

What did you want to be as a child? It may not apply today, but it’s still in you. I always wanted to be a model.

At age 13, I went through an awkward stage of braces and glasses. Mama took me to a modeling agency and they said, “Come back when you lose the braces and glasses.” It sounded mean, but they were just being honest.

I grew out of the braces and glasses and went back to that modeling agency at age 17. They wanted me to do runway because of my height. I was 5′ 9″, but it was embarrassing to walk down a runway in front of a group of strangers. I didn’t like being stared at and people still stare.

I left the modeling world at 22.

In high school, I was constantly ridiculed about my height. I watched a movie recently about a ‘tall girl’ and could feel every mean thing said to her. “How’s the weather up there!” I heard those same things 40 years ago, but today it’s a movie.

Yesterday, I was walking through a store and this little boy said, “Wow! She’s tall!” I probably looked like a giant to him, but I was made this way.

My daughter and I still laugh about this one thing a lady said a couple of years ago. We were walking into a nail salon and I was wearing a new pair of high heels. When we got into the salon, a lady said, “You walk like wind!”

The modeling world taught me how to walk in high heels. You walk tall, shoulders back and head held high. It stuck with me and I find myself walking that way still. Maybe that’s why this picture resonates with me so much.

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God made us in His image.

Walk like wind.

Worth Every Minute

This sign hangs in between my bedroom windows. It’s one of the first things I see each morning and sometimes I’ll walk in and look at it throughout the day as a gentle reminder.

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Trust the magic of beginnings.

My daughter has this sign sitting in between her windows. Yes, I love signs and it would seem I have a thing about windows! Probably because they are a giver of light.

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Love and a dog. That’s all she needs.

I have this battery operated candle that comes on automatically at night. When I see it’s warm glow, that’s my que to start shutting everything down. Including myself.

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I’m still meditating at night using Simple Habits, but have also ventured into morning mediation. I’m listening to, ‘Start Your Day With Gratitude’ by Cory Muscara. The app says I’ve mediated 5,284 total minutes.

It’s been worth every minute.

However you choose to spend your time, make certain it’s worth every minute.