Ten Year Anniversary

 Ten years ago today on January 30, 2015 I wrote and posted my first blog post. I had wanted to start a blog for many years, but was hesitant to do so. I really didn’t know how to set one up, and I never could settle on a name for the blog. As of today this is my 1,824th post. 

As I look back, I can’t tell you exactly what motivated me to post on that first day. I think maybe when Grace Found Daily as a name came to me I knew it was time to start. 

Initially I only sent the blog out to a few high school friends, but it wasn’t long before I posted it to Facebook. I will admit there was a lot of trepidation in doing so. How would it be retrieved, and what would others think? However, it was such a great creative outlet I felt that I really couldn’t not take the chance to do so. 

The first four years I tried to write five days a week. It was a challenge, but I enjoyed how it made me more aware of my world. I was always on the lookout for a blog post, and it kept me creatively sharp. 

I slowed down a little bit that fifth year, and only posted 67 times in the year 2020. That was the year of the pandemic, and because our lives changed so drastically that year I found coming up with new content almost impossible. I wrote a lot about healthy eating that year. 

I pushed myself to return to more consistent writing the next year, but have found the last several years to be a little hit and miss. The motivation I once had has definitely waned, but I’m so happy I never gave up completely.

My blog has been a record of the last ten years of my life. I’ve watch three grandsons grow up, I’ve moved three times to three different communities, and I’ve tried to share an encouraging word about the different phases of life that we all go through. We are all in this big, beautiful life together!

I’ve written eight 31 Days Writing Challenges in the month of October. Each time I’ve delved deep into one subject, and have written it as an encouragement to others. I encourage you to go back and check these out. I’ve written about discovery, change, virtues, creativity(more than once), habits, curiosity, and the Japanese philosophy of Wabi Sabi.

I’ve shied away from controversial subjects like religion and politics, and have focused more on what I things brings us together rather than divides us. I’ve always wanted my blog to be uplifting, and more inspirational and encouraging.

I’ve not always posted everything to Facebook, and I will be honest sometimes I’m hesitant to share because the vulnerability involved in placing yourself out for public consumption can be a little unsettling. However, my readers are very supportive, and seem to cheer me on in my efforts. I hope in sharing that I can inspire or encourage someone else to embrace the changes that life brings, or give someone a different point of view that might be helpful. 

I’ve always enjoyed writing, and began doing so in my childhood. I still have some of my early writing attempts. I journaled throughout my twenties, and have found my blog to be an extension of journaling as well as a creative outlet. 

If you’ve followed along for the last ten years or are new to the blog I want to thank you for bringing a part of my life. I love the interaction we can have through the comments, and have learned so much from you my readers. 

So here’s to another ten years. I can’t wait to see where it takes me!

Fall in Love With the Process

 The other day I dropped off about twenty fully colored coloring books at my local recycling center. It seemed kind of a shame throwing them away, but they had sat on a shelf for the last several years taking up valuable space. 

I really wasn’t sure what else to do with them. Each picture was not anything spectacular and didn’t seem frame worthy. As I pulled away from the center I realized how much fun I had coloring them. It was the process, not the end result that was the most important. 

As a child coloring was always one of my favorite things to do. I remember outlining each subject first, and then lightly filling them in with my crayons. I was always on board anytime a neighborhood friend suggested a coloring contest. I was a good at coloring, and found great pleasure in doing so. 

Perhaps some of this might have been due to not being a natural at drawing. I have since learned that drawing is a skill, and if I had developed it I would have been better at drawing, and probably would have felt more confident doing so. 

However, what I have learned about my personality is that when it’s hard to do, and not much fun I really don’t have the desire to continue. This was true then and true today. I’ll keep you updated on my Wooble’s project at a later date. 

Yesterday I was listening to one of my favorite podcasts, House of Joy featuring Dr. Edie Wadsworth. Dr. Eddie is a trained medical doctor who has left the profession to focus on personal growth coaching for women over forty. 

She and her twenty something daughter were discussing the idea of falling in love with the process vs overemphasizing the end result. Rather than battle with the number on the scale every morning fall in love with trying a new healthy meal each week to add to your repertoire. Fall in love with listening to podcasts while you take your daily walk. Fall in love with the relaxing motion of coloring as you watch your favorite show at night. 

We are definitely a results oriented society, and there really isn’t anything wrong with that. Think of all the amazing inventions over the years. However, if you judge what you do only by the result you may find yourself disappointed.

One bit of advice I’ve clung to since retirement are the words of Happiness Project author, Gretchen Rubin. “You can choose what you do, but you can’t choose what you like to do.” Find the things you like to do, and fall in love with the process of doing so. 

New Normal

 

“When we age our abilities certainly begin to change, but our desires begin to change also.” Joyce Meyers

I recently finished reading How to Age Without Getting Old by Joyce Meyers. One of the points she made in her book had to do with establishing a new normal during different seasons of our life. 

This is especially true as we age. It’s easy to cling to what we’ve always known and done, but in the process we might find that we can’t quite keep up. 

It’s easy to be down on ourselves, and even beat ourselves up as we begin to experience a new normal which doesn’t seem so normal or familiar anymore. 

One of the other things I’ve noticed is that things I once enjoyed doing no longer seem to hold their allure anymore. Some of this might be due to actual physical or cognitive reasons, but regardless I just don’t seem drawn to them anymore. 

However, I keep find myself returning to them mainly out of habit, when perhaps I might need to focus more on the things I really do enjoy. Some of them are no different from twenty years ago, and some are completely new desires and interests. 

I remember reading a book by choreographer, Twyla Tharp, who pointed out that often times as we age our world becomes smaller. This may be due to an innate sense of self-protection knowing that our bodies aren’t quite what they once were.

However, Tharp was insistent that we should push ourselves to live the bigger life instead. What I’ve come to understand is that that bigger life might look completely different than it used to, and that’s okay. 

So today I’m not going to beat myself up for not quite being so on top of everything, and for having different interests from years past. Being hard on yourself really is counterproductive. 

As I reflect on my new normal I must admit that it’s actually quite good, and with the right frame of mind I intend to enjoy this season, and face the next one when it comes. 

Electric Pencil Sharpener

 

As a retired elementary school teacher I have had plenty of experience with hand crank pencil sharpeners. I can remember near blister status at the beginning of each school year as 22 pencils needed to be sharpened in a timely fashion. 

I remember having to contact the custodian for a replacement sharpener when someone had the bright idea to sharpen their crayons. 

As I neared the end of my career I invested in an electric pencil sharpener which I kept at my desk with strict orders that it not be touched by anyone but me. 

That is until Meet the Teacher Night where someone thought it was perfectly appropriate to sharpen their pencils using the teacher’s electric pencil sharpener on her desk. 

The sharpener was never the same, and I’m pretty sure one of the parents was in on the action. So much for boundaries. 

That all being said, over the years of retirement I’ve settled on using a small hand held plastic pencil sharpener to sharpen my pencils. This was never really a problem until I started coloring nightly, which is one of my favorite things to do. 

Many of my pricey colored pencils found themselves ground down to nubs as I attempted to achieve a fine point. That is until this past Christmas. 

As I was purchasing some replacement pencils at Hobby Lobby I spied a small battery operated pencil sharpener. It was the perfect size to fit in my end table drawer along with my coloring books and pencils. 

I must say that each time I use it, and hear the whir of the motor I’m filled with glee. I mean literally I can’t get the grin off my face.  I am loving this little $5.00 purchase, and my coloring has been elevated to a whole new level!

Coffee Frother

 A few weeks before Christmas I got together with my sisters for lunch. We met at my sister Joan’s new house, and she offered us some coffee while we visited. 

My sister Jean asked her if she had a coffee frother. Joan replied she did not, and Jean went on to tell us how much she loved hers. 

I had never really ever considered getting a frother, but about a week later I was at Walmart, and they had a display of frother on an end cap. I think they were about five dollars so I picked one up. 

I must say that I have thoroughly enjoyed frothing my coffee. After adding my creamer I quickly whip it up, and I’m whisked away to a cool coffee shop somewhere!

They say it’s the little things that make the difference in life. Who knew it would be a coffee frother! Thanks Jean!

Woobles

In the spirit of the new year I thought I would take on a new project. I had seen something called Woobles come across my Facebook feed, and was quite taken by their cuteness. 

A Wooble is a small, crocheted animal that is advertised for beginners. Now technically, I’m not actually a beginner to crotchet. After retiring from teaching in 2009, with the help of Chuck’s cousin’s wife Debbie I learned several of the basic stitches. 

The thing I never mastered, though, was how to read a pattern. I spent many an hour double crocheting to my heart’s content making a series of misshapen scarfs. My sweet husband even wore the scarf I made him. 

This year as I reflected on New Year’s resolutions I decided that I wanted to learn more about crocheting, and the Woobles kit looked like the perfect way to do so. 

It got rave reviews, and was geared toward beginners so I was excited when it arrived in my mailbox. As I followed the step-by-step directions on the video I found myself more and more discouraged. 

Apparently I must be a pre- beginner with no real ability to follow directions. At the moment I’ve had to start over three times, and am moving at a snail’s pace. 

Now the actual stitch, a single crotchet, is actually easy peasy. My dilemma seems to revolve around not being able to follow directions. Now, to be honest I’ve had this issue before. I rarely follow a recipe exactly, and as a teacher lesson plans were merely suggestions. 

If my life depended on assembling a Lego creation I’d basically be a goner. Over the last few days I’ve definitely contemplated giving up.

Of course, after spending the $37.00 on the kit my frugal side insists that I keep trying. 

I think about how often I’ve written about embracing new challenges, and learning from my mistakes, and I’m finding myself to be a little bit of a hypocrite.

So where do I go from here? Like I said I’ve already started over three times. Will the third time be the charm or will I have to pull everything out and start again? I guess time will tell. 

What I do know is that after watching the video three times it’s beginning to make more sense to me. In the past I’ve never been much of a “practice makes perfect” kind of gal because I rarely do anything that has to be practiced. 

I’ve streamlined my life into things I can do easily without much trouble. I’ve always admired people who are pretty much fearless when it comes to trying new things.

Perhaps my Woobles experience is a small step in the right direction of doing so.  I’ll set my completion date at December 31st if need be. No pressure!!!!

How are you approach new things that you are not good at?

CHiPs

 

Photo Credit Chuck Hughes

One of my three grandsons’ favorite show is CHiPs, the crime drama from the late seventies and early eighties. Now coincidentally that was one of  my favorite shows back in the day. I must admit I was quite taken by John. 

One of their favorite things to do is to play CHiPs. As fate would have it, the three year old was given a white balance bike for Christmas. It’s the perfect “motorcycle,”and he rides it like a pro. He has no trouble  keeping up with his two older brothers.

I’ll hear him say, “I’m Punch!” I can’t seem to convince him that it’s Ponch. LOL! Another will say, “I’m John!” or “I’m Sarge!” Sometimes one of them will be the bad guy, and the other two will be in hot pursuit on their “motorcycles.”

Once I saw the middle grandson hand his three year old brother a “ticket” which the three year old immediately signed. You can’t make this stuff up!

I’ve gotten the biggest kick out of watching them play make-believe. They are having a blast. When they return inside oftentimes they will settle in to watch another episode. 

The lessons learned from the show are timeless even though the show stopped airing in 1983. Good guys, bad guys, people helping each other, and friendship. 

I’m glad my grandsons are CHiPs fans! By the way, a couple of years after the show ended I met my own “John” and we will be celebrating our fortieth anniversary this coming summer. 

The Power of Small Steps

 

On the way to babysitting this morning I heard a familiar phrase, but one I needed to hear again, “Don’t let the perfect be the enemy of the good.”

As I reflected on my habits I acknowledged that it’s hard for me to do something half way. It’s usually all or nothing at all, and lately it’s been more of nothing when it comes to adopting healthy eating habits. 

In theory I’ve jumped aboard the MAHA train, but the engine is having trouble leaving the station. 

My “all or nothing” mentality has become a deterrent, and is holding me back. The Japanese have a philosophy known as Kaizen. In his book  One Small Step Can Change Your Life: The Kaizen Way by Robert Maurer, Kaizen is defined as: “…a Japanese philosophy that emphasizes continuous improvement through small, incremental changes.”

In other words there is power in small steps. I want to embrace this idea. Rather than set myself up for continual failure I want to strive for continuous improvement in small ways.

An example of this might be swapping out one unhealthy snack for a healthier option. Getting up and moving each hour is another example of a small step.

The other consideration is that I’m no longer in my thirties,forties, or even fifties. I’m at the back end of my sixties, and  the expectation I have may be unrealistic for the age that I am. Maybe I’m allowing the “perfection enemy” to win. 

I’ve recently read a book by Joyce Myers about aging. She addresses the idea of a new normal, and how accepting and adapting to this is the wiser choice. 

I’m tired of beating myself up, and constantly feeling like I’m losing the battle. At this point it seems easier to just give up.  However, I know in my heart of hearts I would not be happy with this choice. 

Maurer reminds us that, “…taking small manageable steps can lead to remarkable results over time. This approach reduces the feeling of overwhelm and makes change more accessible.” 

I think the concept of results happening over a period of time is somewhat foreign to me. I want immediate results or I throw my hands up in defeat. 

Here is a place where Carol Dweck’s growth mindset comes into play. Embracing growth and development as a life choice will inevitably result in a more fulfilling life. 

Also focusing more on the process than the result probably is the best course of action. In actuality you may even have to adjust your goal as you go along. What you first envisioned as possible might end up being unrealistic for your present circumstances.

However, those small changes that you do accomplish should be celebrated. In doing so your motivation can remain steady as you continue along your journey. 

How are you with small step wins? Have you allowed perfection to get in the way of the good?

“Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft  might win by fearing to attempt.” William Shakespeare