Tag Archives: Journey

Sometimes good is good enough.

I saw a quote on my calendar today, and I have to disagree respectfully. I get where the person is going, but I let go of some of my perfectionism over the years, and it has freed up my task list tremendously. The quote… If better is possible, good is not enough. – unknown-

Sometimes good is good enough. I learned this with my tasks and tasks I delegate.
There is a significant step in delegating that I think most people miss. This applies especially to the perfectionist. When you assign, it should be the same as bringing it down, tying a pretty bow on it, and crossing it off the list. Give it away 100%. When I first delegated, I would keep ownership. I was a hovercraft. I watched over the person I gave it to, making sure they did it right (also known as assuring they did it my way, which was the perfect way, I thought).
I would take the completed task, examine it for perfection, make tweaks, or end up redoing it because the result wasn’t what I had in mind. Dear God, delegating was killing me. It added steps and time to getting ‘er done. Whose brilliant idea was it to delegate?
I was missing a crucial component. Assign to someone and release. Trust the person you gave it to and don’t be a backseat driver. There are plenty of things on your list that has you at the wheel. Everyone grows and learns when he or she empowered to own a task from start to finish. Let it go, shake off the need to have something perfect, and trust it is getting done. In the beginning, it will be hard. Resist the desire to redo the dishes after your teenager washes them. They may not be as scrubbed as you like but will you die of dysentery if the plates can’t be used as surgical instruments?
Pick your times when good is good enough. If I’m creating a report or document for Senior Leadership or a customer facing document, better is the goal. But most days, good works. I’ve also learned that if I haven’t finished everything on my list at the end of the day, I’ve still done enough. There is always tomorrow!
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Love what you do.

“Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it.” -Steve Jobs-
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Inspirational quotes – brainy quote

I agree your heart will know when you have found it! You will suddenly have all the energy in the world and will feel like you can tackle anything. If changing jobs isn’t something you can do right now, don’t fret. There are things you can do while you are looking for that perfect job that feeds your soul. Start with a list of the areas of your life that might need a tweak to feel inspired again. Something as simple as learning to dance, building a garden or taking a photography class can make you feel excited and alive. Steve is on to something with not settling. If you are not doing what is feeding your soul, what is making you happy, what is helping you live your authentic self, chances are you feel like you are on a hamster wheel and every day is like groundhog day. Keep looking, don’t settle.

What’s that song, if you can’t be with the one you love, love the one your with? While you are waiting for that perfect job that helps you feel satisfied, try a few subtle changes with your current position in the interim. I discovered that adding a new skill to my role and learning something new can help me feel inspired again.

The main character witnesses​ a crime

My sister and I are sharing stories using a book she purchased called write the story. We are going to pick a story on Sunday and then share it on Thursday. Let me know if you want to join in!

“The main character witnesses a crime.”

We must include the following in our story: Christmas, almond, paisley, lion, pipe, scream, fade, French horn, inflate, maple.

A limb tore through my jacket cutting my right shoulder as I pushed the brush back trying to follow the scream. The cold air made it difficult to breathe; I leaned against an Acacia tree and let my lungs inflate. This is not how I imagined my first Christmas in Africa would unfold.

The sound of a French horn blasted through the morning air confirming my greatest fear. The lion’s reserve had opened the gates to big game hunters for the weekend, and the hunt was on. I joined an animal activist group shortly after Cecil’s death by the dentist trophy hunter and spent my summers on the reserve hoping to make a difference. Cecil’s death sparked outrage around the world, and we wanted to keep the momentum going with campaigns. I had expected that lion hunting would become illegal and all the lions here would live out their remaining years in peace. This morning’s scream told me that was a pipe dream.

I heard several more roars. Damn it; they had the pride cornered. A chill ran through me. Not my sweet Paisley, please not Paisley. She was my favorite lion. I thought of her soft sandy-colored fur and her amber eyes. She had an unusual almond coloring around her face that had a paisley pattern; it is how she got her name. We were not supposed to feed them table scraps, but she loved pancakes and maple syrup so occasionally I left her a tidbit on my plate.  Another roar rang through the air and seemed to fade, or rather was drowned out by a piercing scream. A human cry. I ran towards the sound as fast as my legs could carry me.

I made it to the clearing and stopped short. The hunt was on, but it was three female lions that were doing the hunting. Elijah, a retired game warden, had four trophy hunters tied up in the clearing. He was standing on the roof of his jeep holding a small French horn watching the lions close in on the hunters. He met my gaze and lowered his eyes like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. In unison, the lions pounced on the hunters tearing them limb from limb. I covered my ears to drown out the screams and moved backward as two male lions joined the feast. I made my way back to camp and hoped that I could look surprised when the news spread through the reserve.

Write The Story

My sister gave me a book called write the story. We are randomly picking a story on Sundays and sharing it on Thursdays. The Story we picked is “The main character witnesses a crime.”

We must include the following in our story: Christmas, almond, paisley, lion, pipe, scream, fade, french horn, inflate, maple.

I’ll work on it this week and post on Thursday. I think it would be fun if others want to join. I’m not sure how to do the link to other’s pages, but if anyone wants to join in I’ll try to get it figured out by Thursday.

Joyce

Everyday Matters.

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I superimposed my mini-me Bitmoji avatar onto a favorite vacation spot in Ireland. I have it as my screen saver on my computer and iPhone as a reminder that every day matters when you are going about your everyday matters.

 

 

Causeway stairs

The round rocks in the Giant’s Causeway are a result of an ancient volcanic fissure eruption. They are beautiful and the view is breathtaking.

Life is short. Sometimes it feels like we are in a hamster wheel repeating each day like ground-hog-day. Days blur together and it seems like one day is no different than the next. Lather, rinse and repeat. It may feel that way, but it is not true. Every day matters and everything we say and do in that day matters as we go about our everyday matters.

 

Why does it matter that I superimposed a comic image over a volcanic rock? It matters to me. It represents a few things.

  1. I acted on a commitment to myself. (I took a vacation with friends and family)
  2. My path may be rocky at times, but my foundation is smooth and strong.
  3. What am I going to do with my life today? Good reminder to start my day mindful.

My decision to live my best life after a brain-bleed inspired spending quality time with family and friends, to get out of the house more, take more vacations and stress less about work.  Ireland was a new vacation spot for me in my quest to experience new things. The rocks are round and smooth but the path to the top can be a bit rocky. Pun intended. I love this photo. As I walked up the path I thought ‘I’m okay with a rocky path because I know my foundation is strong like the columns that formed these rocks bursting through the fissures.’

How we respond to life’s eruptions matter. For that matter, we are in full control. We can choose our response, our reactions. We can stay positive and mindful or we can spiral out of control and lash out at those around us.

How we spend our day is not a trivial matter. In fact, it is a matter to take quite seriously. What matters most is that you are true to yourself each day.  As a matter of fact,  staying in your integrity is one of the few things we have control of when we make decisions that matter or in our response to someone when we have asked them if something is the matter.

Please trust me in these matters. Life is short and the days are shorter. Don’t waste them especially when it comes to matters of the heart.

 

Mallet

Today’s daily prompt Mallet reminded me to be mindful of watching for signs that I am repeating patterns. Do you ever find yourself saying “why does this keep happening?” When I find myself thinking What the? Again? I take a moment to see if there is a pattern. If there is a pattern, I try to figure out if there is a life lesson that is trying to hit me over the head like a mallet until I get it.

 

Love who you are.

“I’d rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.” ― Kurt Cobain

I love this quote. I saw it on twitter today. I agree it is much better to be hated for who you are than loved for who you are not. Stand in your integrity be authentic, and you will be loved for who you are. Not everyone will love “the true you.” So what. The people that see the real you and love you and all of your perceived flaws are the only people that matter. If someone doesn’t like the true you, they are not the right person to surround yourself with. This quote reminds me of new relationships.

I have a friend that becomes someone else every time she dates a new person. I think she is afraid no one will love her for who she is. Which, couldn’t be further from the truth. She is an amazing, smart, funny, interesting and beautiful woman. But for some reason, she feels she has to become a mirror of the person she is dating. What they like she likes, their favorite food becomes her favorite food. I’m sure you have known someone like that.

No one can sustain this for extended periods. She doesn’t see any of her friends because every free moment is spent with new guy. After a few months of dating, the “real” person starts to emerge, and the relationship becomes strained because the person she is dating can’t figure out why she has changed. Suddenly she doesn’t like to travel when the truth is she always hated traveling. She just acted like she loved it when they first started dating.

It is so important to be your authentic self when you are dating or starting a new relationship. I think marriages and relationships wouldn’t break as often if we showed the new person who we were from day one, not who we think they want us to be. We get each other to fall in love with some different version that we couldn’t possibly sustain. I’d rather be loved for who I am, not who I pretend to be for someone else. Let them run for the hills if who I am doesn’t interest them. The right person will come along and love all the things that made Mr. or Mrs. Not Right run for the hills.

When we try to be someone we are not to please the person we are dating we are cheating them, ourselves as well as the potential love we could have found who can love all that we are.

Being Vulnerable​

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, loving someone deeply gives you courage. – Lao Tzu-

Opening your heart and loving someone deeply can make you feel vulnerable. It is a scary thing. Watch this talk by Brene Brown and you will see that it is worth the risk of being hurt.

The art of giving

You give but little when you give your possessions. It is when you give yourself that you truly give. – Kahlil Gibran

I donated some winter clothes last month. The Paralyzed Vet Organization came by the house and picked up a few bags. Easy breezy. I’m working on living my best life and had an insight, my best life involves helping others live their best life.  I moved to Portland two years ago and work from home. I am embarrassed to admit that I rarely leave the house and when I do my husband usually drives. I go to the grocery store, Doctor’s office, Dentist and occasionally the mall. I still get turned around. When I think I’m heading to the mall, I drive by my Doctor’s office. Dang, it. That is happening less.

Here is my solution! I’m going to volunteer to pick up donations. I will get out of the house, learn the city and meet new people. Hopefully, they have a weekend shift. If not, I have always enjoyed volunteering at the food bank.

I’m off to google volunteer opportunities. Wishing everyone an amazing day sharing your gifts.

 

Past reflections

When we recall the past, we usually find that it is the simplest things– Not the great occasions– that in retrospect give off the greatest glow of happiness. – Bob Hope

I had a glow of happiness today. During a meeting, I volunteered to draft out a detailed plan design of a project we are starting. After I hung up I wondered if it were possible to get everything documented in two days. I opened up my “shell” template for the plan design and realized I had already started it when we passed one of the main stage-gates a few months back.  Bonus, I was far along in the documentation.  The sweet glow of happiness filled the room.

Don’t forget to count these moments when you reflect on the things you are grateful for. I’m with Bob. These simple things are gems!