Love Yourself First

Much of my day-to-day life is centered on making sure my family is okay. Hours of thinking go into worrying about what they need, and do they have it. If not, how can I get it to them as soon as possible.

It’s how love works, right?

Love for those close to us, but what about love for the self?

Sometimes, it seems easier to love others than it does to love one self. Yet, self-appreciation and love are not only important to our well-being but an important part of developing healthy relationships with others.  

Who wants to be around someone who forgets to love themselves? Yet, even though I realize how important self-love is, I’m guilty.

I forget to let things slide sometimes and don’t drive myself crazy. I forget to get more sleep. Or to just lie on the bed and do absolutely nothing, but stare at the ceiling if that’s what my heart desires at that particular moment.

I forget to spend more time pampering myself, doing that facial mask I’ve always wanted to do — you know the one with avocado and egg white and olive oil, and antioxidants, and all those wonderful, relaxing things mixed together.

I forget to push against negative opinions. To avoid perfectionism. To reach out.

I forget to focus on things I like about myself, and keep working toward my goals. I forget to be my own biggest cheerleader and work toward overcoming obstacles instead of calling myself names when I make mistakes. To embrace myself literally and figuratively, because … why not?

To love others as they need and deserve to be loved, we need to love and inspire and motivate ourselves. First.

Those are the things I need to work on. What about you?

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Order of Space and Mind

After a month of daily blogging and the demands of life, I had to go within myself and stay there for a while.  After all, the brain needs downtime to remain creative, generate ideas. My brain doesn’t ask for breaks. It dictates them by bringing desire to read or write another word to a halt.

After a time away, the desire slowly returns.

But then today, another headache. I opened my Inbox to over three thousand emails. How is that possible? And how did I accumulate so many emails? Well, I belong to a critique group, a discussion group, a public speaking group, I blog, subscribe to various lists such as my son’s school, and didn’t seem to have paid attention.

And that’s only the Primary Tab.  Gmail comes with 3 tabs: Primary, Social, and Promotion. A glance at the last two and I had to gasp for air. Over 20,000 emails sitting there, slowing down my browser. My entire computer. Well, deleting bulk emails is easy if designated as such, so the 20,000 were the easiest to eliminate.

My Primary Inbox, three thousand emails large, was a different story. I had to sort, ensure nothing important got deleted, save emails in folders, create folders to begin with, go page by page, a final security measure, click Delete, sit and wait. The process took under an hour. Now, my Inbox is free of gigabytes taking up precious space.

Was electronic clutter another reason my brain demanded a break? Possible.

A few thoughts on what I learned and will try to do going forward:

  1. Make and organize folders;
  2. Move emails into their folders as soon as they arrive;
  3. Tackle important emails;
  4. Delete junk;
  5. Schedule time to address the above. Basically create a plan and stick with it.

Some friends have batch email — a list in digest form that comes in once or twice a day, rather than individual email. I tried that once, didn’t work. I like my emails available right away. Not a fan of waiting for email to be categorized and sent at the end of the day in a sometimes confusing list.

Other friends say: reduce the amount of email coming in. Unsubscribe from things. Well, most of what I get in my regular Inbox I want to see, but a worthy suggestion. Anything is better than email chaos. Any form of organization.

How do you deal with electronic clutter?

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Zing #atozchallenge

Fictional character traits

 Zing or zingy — super active, energetic personality.

Story characters are an exaggeration of real-life people done in ways we believe and marvel. I’m sure you know the super-active person: friend or relative or neighbor. The mom who does it all — kids, career, family. I know some, and always wonder, how do they do it?

In the I Don’t Know How She Does It, the title says is all.

Mom with two kids is the breadwinner of the family with the most demanding job. Instead of sleeping, she makes lists. She loves her job, but wishes she didn’t love it so much. And on and on. Oh, and she’s in great shape, and always well dressed. Exhausting, isn’t it?

~~  Well, talk about exhausting. I should’ve ended with Zapped, but I picked the title some time back, before the energy zapping occurred. So, here we are tired but feeling a great sense of accomplishment, ready to cross the finish line. Right? We did it!

I’ve enjoyed reading your comments, dear blogging friend, finding your posts in my feed, looking forward to what you wrote for the next letter and the next. I hope we continue to read each other’s blogs. If I haven’t followed you yet, I plan to go back through posts and do just that. Now, time to relax. Then, in the words of Soul II Soul: Back to life, back to reality … See you soon.

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Yuppie #atozchallenge

Fictional character traits

Yuppie (slang, informal): an affluent, city-dwelling young professional dedicated to making piles of money, and physical fitness.

More than a fictional character trait, the term — coined in the early ’80s — describes a lifestyle in the US. And what would a lifestyle be without stories?

Some examples:

Bright Lights, Big City


In this adaptation of Jay McInerney’s novel, Michael J. Fox’s character moves from small-town Kansas to New York city to chase his dreams. You can imagine what follows. It’s satire, and it’s Michael J. Fox, and it’s the 80s in NYC.

Other such films:

Less Than Zero — a bunch of brats
Who’s That Girl — Madonna

As for books, we have Thomas M. Sipos’s Manhattan Sharks.

Sipos, the son of Hungarian refugees from Communism, was born in New York and took to satire of corporate culture and America’s obsession with status — the rise of the yuppie. 

The hero, Henry, is one of the many faceless corporate people who keep the wheels of commerce turning. Despite not fitting the yuppie mold, Henry still seeks happiness and status and meaning through career, clothing, and political identity.

The term seems so dated I have to wonder what came to replace it? Hipster, maybe. As for writing the yuppie character, I see him attached to stories set in the 80s, 90s, faithful to a narrative world that governs the era.

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