Irving Penn – After Dinner Games, 1947
I love his photography. So special.
“The problem is not that there are problems. The problem is expecting otherwise and thinking that having problems is a problem.”
- Theodore Rubin
This is a brilliant quote that showed up in my email not too long ago. If there ever was a general truth, this is the truth. Problems are rampant in all of our lives, whether in regards to money, relationships, health, work, etc… IF those problems manage to go away, others will invariably swoop in and take their place. As a result of this truth, we are responsible for creating our own happiness, despite the fact that these problems surround us and try to drag us down.
We need to shake them off. This is a good place for a Florence and the Machine song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WbN0nX61rIs
I highly recommend listening to that marvelous song.
Yesterday knocked me around, but I’ve come to far to bother wallowing. Either I’m too sick to function and in bed, or I’m trying to find ways to manufacture my happiness (while attempting to contribute to those I love as much as I can!).
The problems aren’t going away. The best we can do is manage to shake them from our shoulders for a few hours and enjoy life (in the moments that are slightly less painful than others for those who are chronically ill!), as said issues will invariably come creeping back in to the forefront of our mind. Then we have to shake them again!
I shake my problems off with art journaling, making lists, listening to great music, messing about on the Internet, and getting fresh air on my deck on a sunny day. How do you shake your monsters off? I’d love to know!
These illnesses make everything exist on a very fine line!
My spirit animal is the sloth!
How is your Monday going? Hopefully a little better than mine!! Feel free to vent to me, I’m always around to listen. Sending love to each and everyone one of you!
Sounds like my upcoming weekend!
I would like to have my nails done like this ASAP.
(Images from WeHeartIt)
What moments of bliss did you manage to find or create this week? I’d love to know! Take just a moment to write a gratitude list, I promise it will make your Friday look a little brighter!
Yesterday I was cursed with a nasty migraine, so I couldn’t push myself to write anything of interest in this ol’ blog of mine. I’m sure most of you know the feeling…
I’m having another lay in bed day thanks to this lovely pelvic pain. To be honest, I spend almost every day either laying or sitting on my bed. It’s not really a novelty. Everything that I work on happens from bed. It’s my office, my rest area, my KINGDOM, etc… Thankfully, I enjoy my bedroom, or that would be a real downer.
AND… every time I try to post a picture that I’ve taken which appears right side up in my folders, it comes up sideways in this blog.
Clearly I’m not meant to show you a glimpse into my life today.
Yes WordPress, you are damaging my calm!!
(Image from WeHeartIt)
I will have to attempt said glimpse of my room later from my iPad, even though the pictures will probably have to be either small or gigantic. It seems that there is no middle ground with that machine’s WordPress app, but at least the pictures show up right-side-up there!
Every month I say the same thing. HORMONES SUCK.
I *LOVE* this quote. I need to realize that great things usually take an extensive amount of time. There is so much focus in the media on people who are natural prodigies, that it makes those of us that need to practice endlessly feel bad about the length of time that it takes to improve our craft. Add in chronic illnesses, and I feel like I’m progressing at a snail’s pace! What I desperately need to remember is the fact that progress is progress.
I didn’t ask for these illnesses. None of us did. Sadly, from that point forward in our lives, everything we do is forced to be accomplished at a slower pace. No one likes having to take extra time to do something that most people find easy. I have never had the opportunity to carve out a career for myself in the world. As such, I’m working on my artistic skills at home. I love writing poetry, drawing, working in my art journal, and other artistic ventures. Mind you, instead of spending my best years working on my true love of the arts, I was throwing myself head first into perfecting my schooling. I had a photographic memory back then, and I loved feeling like I was great at something, even though I didn’t love it. I wish I had gone to art school instead of university. I know there is still time, but there is no guarantee that my health would ever allow me to do such things.
I slowly teach myself. I get frustrated with my inability to quickly pick up certain skills, but I have to realize that things do not happen overnight. I work a little every day and I get a little better everyday. And for that reason, I’m proud of myself.
Are you good at pacing yourself? What do those of you stuck at home try to teach yourselves? I’d love to know!
Or just clam up entirely…
I try anyway…
(Images from WeHeartIt)
How is your Monday going? Are you having a decent start to the week, or is everything just falling apart? Feel free to share with me, it often feels better to write it out! Sending you all love!
I love this picture! Makes me want to make a sign for Marms!
(Images from WeHeartIt and The Fibromyalgia Network)
How are all of you doing on this Friday? Please take some time out to reflect on your favorite moments of the week – I promise it will make you feel better! Sending love to you all!
“Life’s blows cannot break a person whose spirit is warmed by the fire of enthusiasm.” ~Norman Vincent Peale
I truly believe that one of the things that has gotten me through the toughest of times is my desire to be inspired. No matter what I’m doing, I try to dedicate my whole self to it. When I’m writing this blog, I try to pour my heart out to all of you. When I watch television, I make sure that it is something that I truly enjoy and can get lost in, as opposed to just background noise. When I’m in pain and feeling down, I search for things that can get me even remotely excited about anything in life again. In the midst of major depression, it’s incredibly hard to do this. I’m lucky to have found a medication that alleviates some of that apathy. Mostly though, it’s something that I’ve had to make into a habit. I believe that happiness is not just something that occurs, but instead is something to be worked at.
My years of therapy have shown me that it is possible to be easier on myself, and to go after things that I’m interested in, while being okay with making mistakes. I used to be a perfectionist, and if it wasn’t something that I could perfect within a short time frame, it wasn’t something that I was going to put perfectly good energy towards. Now that my energy is a more sparse commodity, I like to put it towards the things that make me happy. For instance, I love working in my art journal, even though I know I’m not the best at drawing. However, when I look back to my last two years worth of work, I notice a HUGE improvement in the quality of my art. I still have a long way to go, but I’m enjoying the process of getting there. Plus, I never get sick of looking for inspiration, especially when something as wonderful as the Internet exists. The point is…it makes me happy. I’ve finally learned to do things that make me happy. When I need to do things that I don’t find so enjoyable, I try to find ways to make it more bearable for myself.
I may have many illnesses that make life troublesome, but my enthusiasm for life has grown (mind you, I think that is in large part to having medication that takes the edge off, as it’s hard to have enthusiasm for life when you are constantly in pain!). In the process of making peace with being ill, I’ve learned to stop and hypothetically (as I’ve entirely lost my sense of smell…) smell the roses along the way. The little things in life have become the big things. Don’t get me wrong…I still mourn the loss of the major milestones in life that I am not getting to experience – but I don’t seem to have much of a choice in the matter in that regard.
Have you noticed that becoming ill has made you savor life’s little gifts more than you did when you were healthier?
This show is easily the most addictive thing that I’ve seen in AGES. I love it. It’s a scheming, lying, bloody mess of a medieval fantasy war show, and I think everyone should watch it. I mean anyone who is excessively squeamish might have a bit of a problem, but generally the show transcends the violence. The characters are so fleshed out that one feels like they are no longer watching television, but have been whisked off into another world!
I don’t even know what else to say about it, other than if you haven’t gotten around to watching this show – you should get on it!