I was talking with a friend last week about failure. When we dug into it, one of the scariest parts about failure is how its perceived by others. The fall we can handle, people seeing the fall—that’s the hard part.
Friday Digs
Phew! It’s been a long (fun!) couple of weekends of travel. This weekend we’ll be enjoying some home time and prepping for next weekend’s visit to LA. (Let me know if you have recommendations!)
But first… it’s Friday Digs.
Monday Mantra: I See Beyond Myself
Even for those of us who are service-driven and mindful, as normal human beings it’s natural for us to asses a situation in terms of what we can get out of it. It’s a natural survival technique really, “is this worth expending my energy on?” That is a totally valid question and it’s important that we ask ourselves just that. Yet, there are so many other times—especially in our modern world where basic survival is not our top priority—when the question of “what can I get out of this” is overemphasized.
Friday Digs
Happy Friday, all! This weekend marks the first that my husband is officially home for the fall/winter season. We’re celebrating with an overnight truck-camp in the Sawtooths and planning for a longer trip next week.
But first, it’s Friday Digs!
Monday Mantra: Lean Back
Am I really going to throw it back to Fat Joe in today’s Monday Mantra? Hell yeah. Lean back.
Friday Digs
Fri-yay! Can you guess? Farmer’s market, cooking, and frisbee with the pup—my favorite weekend rituals.
But first…it’s Friday Digs!
Monday Mantra: I Bare Witness
I’ve always described this blog primarily as a place for mindfulness. A space to explore thoughts and think deeper.
What I’ve realized lately is that my primary goal for this blog is to bare witness. To mindfully approach my days by observing, holding back harsh reaction, and allowing experiences to unfold without judgement.
And so, this week’s mantra asks us collectively to do just that. “I bare witness.”
Monday Mantra: Putting the Pieces Together
I was looking back in my journal this weekend. Earlier this year I wrote:
“Broken. I don’t feel broken. More like not put together. Like there are pieces around me, and I know these pieces, I’ve studied them, I know where they want to go. Yet, I can’t seem to put them there.”