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Changing It Up To Enhance Creativity

Finding New Ways Out of Old Ruts

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It took me a long time to figure that one out, mostly because I spent too many years trying to be what others expected instead of myself. But that’s hovering dangerously in territory I covered a couple of days ago. ADD taking over my brain once again.

What I really want to talk about today is how changing our routine can open doors we didn’t realize were closed. My life and work depends on new ideas; plentiful and frequent. It’s difficult to maintain the momentum sitting in the same place at the same time every day. Sometimes, I need a change of scenery.

Making Dates With Ourselves And Our Creativity

For a while, I was trying to do some cafe writing at least once a week, typically on Fridays. But with the holidays and a bunch of other challenges, the practice has fallen by the wayside, much to the detriment of my idea generation.

Sometimes, a change of scenery is as simple as getting off the desktop and either firing up the laptop or picking up pencil and paper and moving to another room, even in a house as small as mine. This isn’t the first time I moved to my laptop on a TV tray in front of the television to get the creative juices going, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.

That isn’t to say I won’t soon be reviving my cafe writing practice as it yielded some interesting results in the past. Some, in fact, will likely find their way into what I’m starting to see as the memoir from hell, as I work on it in fits and starts these days, throwing roadblocks in my path with every opportunity. I’ve re-set the timeline for completion three times so far, and I’m already a few days behind on the newest one. But at least I’ve learned not to beat myself up about missing deadlines, nor to give up on myself. More than likely, I’ll get into another kind of binging; one which involves writing instead of dividing my attention between the one-eyed monster and games on my phone.

Picking Our Battles With Ourselves

For now, I’m focusing on the immediate which means, getting a couple of weeks ahead on blog posts (I’m currently only a week ahead and that makes me anxious), and researching alternatives to blood pressure medication. My latest two doctor’s visits were disconcerting at best, especially for someone who has always run a little on the low side.

I know part of the problem is the weight I’ve gained since my dance schedule has been disrupted, part is the amount of time I’ve spent sitting lately (also due to the challenge of finding places to dance), and part is clearly a level of stress I don’t typically see, but which has been exacerbated by a dozen different factors this holiday season. As I look back on this paragraph, I realize the temporary loss of my usual dance venue is having a huge impact on my overall health.

Some of it I can mitigate. I’ve increased the amounts of Hawthorne and Potassium I take daily. I’ve revised my shopping list to include foods high in potassium and low in sodium. I’ve reviewed the DASH diet to see what I should and should not be eating, and will be even more crazy about reading labels from here on out. And speaking of out, eating there will be severely curtailed because it’s so much harder to control what’s in my food if someone else makes it.

Life Is About Reviewing What Works, And Changing What Doesn’t

Sure, it means changing my lifestyle even more, but all for the better. I’ve gotten sloppy about my eating habits the last couple of months, and it’s reflected in the numbers on my scale. I’ve missed a few gym days too,. and that’s not helping. Using alternative dance venues means less 10,000 plus step days too. Again, the one habit I’ve broken in this area is beating myself up over my lack of diligence.

What’s done is done. We can’t change the past. We can change what we do now, and try, moment by moment, to do things differently as the future unfolds. Changing up how and where we do our regular tasks is one of the things which can have nothing but positive effects. One of the things I look forward to as 2019 unfolds is embracing more changes in my life.

One Person’s Distraction Is Another’s Focus

Typically, I write either in silence or with music in the background, but tonight as I pound away on my laptop keys in front of yet another cookie cutter Hallmark movie, I’m finding it’s as good at keeping my internal editor in her proper place as music. I’ve seen the movie before so it doesn’t require much of my attention. What it grabs is the part of me who would, if given the chance, pick away at my word choices, my spelling errors, and even the topic I’ve chosen for this post.

It doesn’t hurt that tonight’s selection is about a writer. I find I key into those in particular, despite the fact that Hallmark’s version of a writer is probably romanticized and unrealistic. Yet watching a story about another writer in a strange way inspires me to write. I can’t really explain why, but as it’s gotten me to drag out my laptop and start working on another blog post, I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. In truth, anything that gets me writing is a good thing as far as I’m concerned.

Using What Works Without Dissecting Why

It could simply be the power of suggestion. I’m watching a movie about a writer and, oh yeah. I’m a writer so why am I not writing? Since I don’t have a good answer to that question, I pull out the necessary accoutrements and let the words flow.

Sure the downside to working in a cafe, in front of the TV, or anywhere distractions can wind their way into my attention is that either some of what’s distracting me gets into my writing, or I stop altogether to give my attention to the distraction.

For the first, that’s why I edit what I write. For the second, the diversion is only temporary. I pull my attention back to the project at hand in a reasonable amount of time, thus finishing what I started, (I’ve learned I hate leaving an incomplete blog post. Now to transfer that lack of tolerance to the books I have yet to finish, as my daughter so delicately reminded me recently).

Goals Plus Gratitude Equals Success

Though I don’t make New Year’s resolutions since it’s far less effective than creating To Do lists and cards on my Trello board, I’m setting myself a goal for this year. I will seek and embrace more change in my life; look for opportunities to do things differently; take on challenges without nay-saying them for days or weeks before admitting it’s worth a try. My coach will give me ample opportunity to test this goal, and I hope to rise to the occasion. I do love a challenge!

My gratitudes today are:

  1.  I am grateful for a willingness to recognize how often I get in my own way rather than making necessary and interesting changes,
  2. I am grateful for the friends who have become my family, and who support me without question.
  3. I am grateful for opportunities to do things differently.
  4. I am grateful for a new year, and the chaos it will likely bring to my life. That chaos is overdue and a shakeup with the way I do things is a challenge I know I’m up to undertaking.
  5. I am grateful for abundance; change, challenges, opportunities, new dietary opportunities hidden as restrictions, cats to love, friends to share with, writing to expand upon, clients, inspiration, motivation, health, peace, harmony, philanthropy, and prosperity.

 

Love and Light.

About the Writer

Sheri Conaway is a writer, blogger, ghostwriter, and advocate for cats. Sheri believes in the Laws , of Attraction, but only if you are a participant rather than just an observer. Her mission is to Make Vulnerable Beautiful and help entrepreneurs touch the souls of their readers and clients so they can increase their impact and their income. If you’d like to have her write for you, please visit her Hire Me page for more information. You can also find her on Facebook Sheri Levenstein-Conaway Author or in her new group, Putting Your Whole Heart Forward

Is Being Right Overshadowing Compassion?

Wherefore Art Thou, Compassion?

Warning: Rant Ahead

I’m getting more and more disenchanted with Social Media these days. Everyone seems to want to post articles and quote law (or what passes for law these days) to prove their point of view. The amount of hate that’s being spewed could, if harnessed as energy, power a large country. People I know who are basically good and kind are trying to shift blame or justify ignorance of human decency simply to be right; to justify choices they made. To what purpose?

Human rights are disintegrating before our eyes. We are seeing some of the worst periods in history for showing the ugly heads of hate resurfacing. One side continues to find reasons it’s OK, while the other pounds their chests and shouts from the rooftops, not in love, but in hate. I find myself mentally drafting a post or a message blasting them all, but to what end? I don’t need to be right. I don’t need to feed the hate. It all makes me so sad.

I’ve Been Accused of Having My Head in the Sand, But is it Me Or???

I have been in the minority almost since the beginning of our latest national debacle (which, unless you’re ignoring it all, which isn’t such a bad idea, is hardly isolated to the shores of our great-only-in-our-shadowed-minds country). My exhortations to look beneath the horrific attacks on human dignity, Constitutional rights, and outright murder to the real motivation behind the preponderance of such acts continue to fall on deaf or worse, militantly aggressive ears. Time and again, I’ve been shouted down, or ruthlessly berated for my failure to jump on any of the causes without reservation.

How many more “while you were focusing on Cause X, Congress quietly took away another right or freedom” posts and articles must we see before we realize we are, as I’ve been saying for at least a couple of years now, allowing ourselves to be led to the slaughter, innocent, or maybe simply disbelieving lambs. My words may have little effect, and being able to say “I told you so” is but an empty victory.

Our once great country is splintered and divided into a million fragments fueled by idealism and selfishness.


How many of us can honestly say “I give love and compassion to everyone” without adding “Except for…” or “But I won’t give up…”?

Feeding the Pain Body

We continue to feed the beast with our anger and outrage. My personal image of the Devil is one who feeds on anger, pain, hate—all the negative emotions Eckhart Tolle would say are coming from our pain body. I am beginning to understand the logic behind blood magic. One who wishes to used and abuse others has a pain so deep, they can only function when they cause suffering in others. Pain and hate have replaced love and kindness in their hearts. They make the Grinch look like Mother Teresa. And that’s the kind of people who are leading us around by our noses right now.

Think about it. In the last few years, we’ve had massive outcry over things like #OccupyWallStreet, #MeToo, marches for science, pink pussy hats, and the increase in school shootings with its resulting (and highly manufactured, if you ask me) outcry for more gun control. More recently, we have refugee children being separated from their parents and put into internment camps (WWII and the Japanese, anyone?).

The Signs Should Read “Distraction Ahead”

Every single time we are focused on something we deem horrendous, inhumane, or distressing, https://www.flickr.com/photos/35661951@N05/3301911347/in/photolist-62MacZ-8Xg8JJ-99EED2-6ukkey-99cpQj-K3PSrh-hFEZv-eevrK7-4ET5Ga-eirkqh-4QxafM-5thv2Z-7D9KW6-77wGJ5-eeonnH-aDN8j3-kbDBEA-8B6bHZ-2GsUh2-5gqAf-cyMRGU-5tUx72-oVs2Rk-9RuAeo-eevDx5-GywZT9-cyMwjW-pmZbM-h3P17c-3cBFP2-eevzuC-q8iZiZ-5TsVGN-aDN3D9-WrrMWj-7x9jR6-j1kqp-gEroQ-cQ6Pt5-4sNRtz-nkKGAk-GywYMb-GywZYj-JCRyYq-9utXaK-7YriHP-6WDWPK-bjM3J7-FFmjJG-2NLBMCongress slips something else past us guaranteed to help those in power, and strip the rest of us of more of our rights and privileges. At some point, people will wake up, but will it be before we’re stripped of the rest of our freedoms and shoved into internment camps ourselves?

At the moment, we’re still trying to fight the evil amongst us with their own weapons, and we’ve yet to win a single battle. Sure, they’ve offered a concession or two, but only to pacify the less diligent and get the herd mentality running in another direction so atrocities can continue undeterred.

Yet, for me, the end of many long-term friendships over the barrage of media grabbing issues is the saddest, most heart-wrenching casualty of the grand-standing, manipulative antics of our current administration.

Does All Hope Rest on the Millennials?

I watched an episode of Samantha Bee last night, and the part which resonated most strongly with me was a piece about a man who’s leading a movement to impeach Trump. Meanwhile, the Trump supporters are using the campaign against them to rally their own camp with “they’re trying to impeach him, but we won’t let them” campaigns of their own. Do we not yet realize things like underground railroads and secret societies were far more effective in the fight for good over evil? When you show all your cards, the enemy has time to launch a counter-attack, and the enemy amongst us is ALWAYS 20 steps ahead in this game.

Admittedly, in our digital age, it’s much harder to fly beneath the radar and organize people, but it’s not impossible. I’d like to say our last, unlikely hope is the Millennials, as attached to the digital world as most of them are. But who better to break a broken system and rebuild it better?

They learned computer-eze like the rest of us learned our milk language; almost from the cradle. Many can hack things we wouldn’t even believe were hackable in the first place. And yet, maybe the answer is to go off-grid before that right, too, is completely eliminated.

Being Driven to Rant Because I Have No Answers, Only Frustration

Unfortunately, I have no answers, only a multitude of questions, and a deep distrust for anything and everything I hear or see from the media, both social and traditional. Too much truth and honesty are being squelched these days to trust the diluted pablum we’re being fed. Even the most intelligent are sharing “facts” from sources which include candidates for public office. Why in the hell would they tell us the truth? They want our support and our vote, so they’ll say whatever they think we want to hear. It’s not like politicians are known for keeping promises.

This post has, unlike most of what I write, turned into a bit of a rant. I unfollowed several people (on both sides of the issues) this week because the political bullshit they were sharing was mind-numbing in its distortion of the facts (whatever they might be at this point) beyond all recognition.

I’ve reached the point where, even while watching something like Samantha Bee which tries to be equally disdainful of both sides of the house, I want to see their sources and look them up myself, then find at least 5 reputable sources confirming what I’ve read. Though I fear the number of reputable news sources is rapidly decreasing to zero. I immediately dismiss any post or article from a political candidate, official, or party, knowing they’re distorted. Yet, I do read some of them, if only to educate myself as to how farfetched the story-telling gets.

Is A Dystopian Society Only a Nightmare?

Maybe that will be my next novel. I’ll see if I can create a society even more dystopian than the one in which we currently live. I’m not sure I can. They do say truth is stranger, and in this case, more horrible and dehumanizing than fiction. Clearly, the only ones who learned anything from the atrocities of Hitler, Mussolini, and Kaiser Wilhelm are those who’ve studied them at length and are doing their damndest to recreate those worlds in a more sustainable fashion. I can’t handle that level of evil even from a TV show (I stopped watching “Bones” until they killed off Pelant), much less write my own story.

They say we shy away from the uncomfortable because we need to face it to grow. I’m not so sure diving into the depths of a twisted mind is part of my journey. There’s enough on my plate as I seek answers to the mindset of people who see suicide as a reasonable choice, and have to fight the urge to go down that one-way rabbit hole. Yet, I do want to understand what motivates people to treat others with willful disregard for human dignity. Who seem to exhibit the antithesis of compassion. Who are morally and ethically bankrupt. Until I understand the mindset, I don’t feel qualified to offer any viable solutions.

When the Dust Clears, I Am Still Grateful

My gratitudes today are:

  1. I am grateful I maintain a discerning, if unpopular mindset.
  2. I am grateful there are still sources for fact-checking, if we’re willing to put forth the effort.
  3. I am grateful for the continued existence of healthy debate, even if it’s harder to find people and places (including myself) who can put emotion aside and exchange information.
  4. I am grateful for continued inspiration for my thrice-weekly posts. We’re in turbulent, confusing times, but I never run short of material.
  5. I am grateful for abundance; compassion, kindness, free speech, intelligence, discernment, challenges, lessons, upheaval in my life that leads to a better understanding of my purpose, support, connections, peace, harmony, health, philanthropy, and prosperity.

Love and Light

 

About the Author

Sheri Conaway is a writer, blogger, Virtual Assistant and advocate for cats. Sheri believes in the Laws of Attraction, but only if you are a participant rather than just an observer. She specializes in creating content that helps entrepreneurs touch the souls of their readers and clients so they can increase their impact and their income. If you’d like to have her write for you, please visit her Hire Me page for more information. You can also find her on Facebook Sheri Levenstein-Conaway Author

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