For some reason that makes me think of Naomi doing Dance of Shiva for about 4 seconds and then punching someone in the head. Which is sort of a happy, smile-making thought.
.-= Sonia Simone´s last post … How To Write For Regular Readers =-.

The irony of me not really enjoying the learning process despite being a teacher.
.-= Tami´s last post … Yoga+Music365 (day14) – Trouble in Mind by Hayes Carll =-.

Reviewing my comments from the past few days: On Sunday, I shared a VPA in which I asked for my sense of humor to help me get through some uncomfortable projects. On Monday, I read The Illusion of Planning, and commented, “Ah, yes! This is helpful! I will allow myself the comfort of planning, without the unhelpful, gotta-do-it-gonna-do-it-NOW-dammit subtext. Then, on Tuesday, I embraced my inner Inowanna Iguana, told it I loved it, but then what did I do? I made a plan (want to work on this project tonight) but then I went and slipped in a “should” (gonna *finish* this thing tonight, *really mean it*!) Sure, I tried to candy-coat it — “Let’s do this playfully, okay?” — but my iguana didn’t respond to the candy; my iguana responded to the “we have to do this tonight!” directive. My iguana is not schtupid. In retrospect, I’m lucky I got in a good hour’s work before rebellion set in.

This pattern-changing stuff is slippery business, sometimes.

Yeah, I think I’m calling this a mini-epiphany — but it also feels like a *pre*-epiphany. Like there’s another shoe ready to drop — not get thrown, just drop. Curiouser and xuriouser…

Jam Tomorrow, Jam Yesterday (but never, ever Jam Today).

As performed by Carol Channing.
.-= Blue´s last post … Blue’s Childhood Diaries: September 30, 1995 =-.

My recent mini-epiphany was that when the comment love thing on your site is being finicky with me, I need not get frustrated. I can just manually link to my last post. Duh.

Also settled on my theme for 2010 once I stopped trying to force it. (Sovereignty makes an appearance but gets rejiggered into my vernacular.)

Claire’s last post…2. Ruin: Photographs of a Vanishing America

I’m not whining anymore about feeling in the dumps. Why? I went dumpster diving today in New York City’s fabulous garbage and found some refuse I could not refuse. I will be dressing my white-walled creative space with it shortly.

Finally, I am glad to have read this post. I learned a new word today “treacle”. I hope to avoid treacle in my posts going forward.
.-= Lydia, Clueless Crafter´s last post … Knit Wit =-.

Last weekend I had a small pile of beautiful plans which all went up in a tiny puff of smoke. Poof! But once the smoke cleared I saw that realising the plans made rooms for something more important. I dare to even call my new situation better, even though it wasn’t what I asked for – or wanted. It turns out to be what I needed.

Go figure! ;-P
.-= Lauren´s last post … 20 Things in 2009 That Didn’t Suck =-.

@Nenah – I’m so glad you found the post at the right time!

And what you said?

“Convincing yourself that something is right for you doesn’t actually make it anymore valuable or right. In fact I am coming to believe that the brain just isn’t that smart and sassy. More like a never ending loop repeating what is known even when it soooo doesn’t work.”

Brilliant!

Our brains really do think they’re smart and sassy, don’t they?
.-= Victoria Brouhard´s last post … Noticings on the Hiking Trail and Elsewhere =-.