A good friend from college loved to make lists of things she liked and wanted to do in her life. She started me on it and quite recently, another friend's checklist reminded me to make one for this particular journey.
I like to put my goals down to keep things in perspective and keep me honest. Everytime I feel lost, impatient or discouraged, all I would need to do is refer to my list and follow my own directions.
The first three are my long-term goals to living a luscious life. Everything else are short-term goals that would help me ultimately achieve the big picture. I know it's not going to happen overnight but getting there would prove to be just as interesting!
a. Be a healthy, happy mommy, wife and homemaker raising healthy, happy human beings.
b. Provide for a secure, abundant life for my family.
c. Lead a long, fruitful, fulfilled, and contented personal life.
Taray! Demanding! Lolz :D
1. Project Flawless!
- Have my smile improved and my hair, skin and nails be at their healthiest best.
- Lose 60lbs. TOTAL. in about a year. Imagine 14 years of steadily packing it on with bad food, bad habits and no exercise. This means making good, healthy choices and activities to reclaim my body from obesity.
2. Run a marathon. Maybe not the ironman, I'm not bent on suicide! But the beginner types that won't kill me.
3. Swim ten laps in an olympic size pool like I used to ten million years ago.
4. Rock climb again. Hopefully hike up a mountain and not just a mole hill either. A real huge pile of dirt and rocks would be great!
5. Build several highly profitable and leverageable businesses. This means research and educating myself to go where I've never gone before!
6. Attend short business courses and seminars.
7. Learn and apply good, long-term investment practices. It would be great to have a diverse investment portfolio so rf and i will be comfortable in our old age and our kids would have more opportunities to stretch their wings.
8. Buy real estate property to rent, develop then resell.
9. Learn to sew clothes. I want to set up a tailor-fitting boutique type studio and custom costume shop. I always had difficulty finding the right clothes for my body type until I discovered the happiness which is tailor-made clothes :)
10. Have a one man show and publish poetry.
11. Be good friends with my kids. The type they talk to about anything before going to bed and whenever they need to.
12. Learn to make jewelry and design stuff I can sell, exhibit and export.
13. Rediscover my flirty side with my hubby.
14. Teach my kids to be the best they can be, whatever it may be.
HMMM...this is a long list in the making! I'll add to this more!
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Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
In Another Universe
Reposted from Mommyluscious "Parallel Universes-What If?":
Let's play pretend.
In a parallel universe far, far away, I am still single at 31. I may or may not have a steady boyfriend, but I sure am not lonely. I go out with friends, officemates or by myself to clubs on most nights just because I can. I'm a known regular, on first name basis with the doorman, bartender and staff of more than one bar and I have my own tab.
I'm an executive at an advertising agency or a production house. I do paperwork but can pull my own weight on the field. I secretly want to be Indiana Jones so I'm taking up my anthropology masters degree.
When I'm not at work, school or living it up, I can be found at home. I have my own pad. Small but all mine. Next door are my best friends. We bought the property and divided it among ourselves. I read, write, paint or draw when the muse so moves me. I enjoy a glass of wine on the patio and a good conversation when my friends are around as well.
On weekends, I go to the beach whenever I can. Surfing season finds me leaving work on Friday to head straight to the surfing camp four hours away. I arrive at night, have a good dinner and sleep til dawn when I wake to catch a good wave.
My family lives in the same house we've lived in since we were kids. I spend weekends there every other week or they go to the beach with me. I have nieces and nephews and godchildren galore so the family home is a riot especially on sundays.
I retire by 45, squirreling away funds to buy property and set up a business. I grow to a venerable old age living on an island 5 minutes by outboard from the mainland, surrounded by trees, ocean and my p's: poetry, pantings and pottery. I die peacefully in my sleep.
A nice, tidy, colorful existence. But no RF. And definitely a given, no Oona or Olly. I wouldn't even have known how it would feel to wake up at odd hours, be bone tired or as frustrated as Oona in the middle of a communication crisis. I won't worry about pedia visits, vaccines, hospitals or natural remedies. There would be no child-made messes, poopy diapers and I would always smell good. Not like right now, you'd know I'm *this* deep in milk, toddler snot and diapers!
But it would be a given too, that there wouldn't be good morning kisses or hugs just because. There wouldn't be silly nonsense games where you both end up laughing. No tickling before bed. No amazement at every little thing. No excitement and wonder that comes so easy for children and how generously they share it with you.
I guess it depends on how you look at it. On one hand, ignorance could be bliss. On the other, I may have lost something infinitely better and was never the wiser for it. Who knows?
Anyhoo, that's one parallel universe for me. I know I got a lot of alternate realities in existence out there.
So what's yours? :)
Let's play pretend.
In a parallel universe far, far away, I am still single at 31. I may or may not have a steady boyfriend, but I sure am not lonely. I go out with friends, officemates or by myself to clubs on most nights just because I can. I'm a known regular, on first name basis with the doorman, bartender and staff of more than one bar and I have my own tab.
I'm an executive at an advertising agency or a production house. I do paperwork but can pull my own weight on the field. I secretly want to be Indiana Jones so I'm taking up my anthropology masters degree.
When I'm not at work, school or living it up, I can be found at home. I have my own pad. Small but all mine. Next door are my best friends. We bought the property and divided it among ourselves. I read, write, paint or draw when the muse so moves me. I enjoy a glass of wine on the patio and a good conversation when my friends are around as well.
On weekends, I go to the beach whenever I can. Surfing season finds me leaving work on Friday to head straight to the surfing camp four hours away. I arrive at night, have a good dinner and sleep til dawn when I wake to catch a good wave.
My family lives in the same house we've lived in since we were kids. I spend weekends there every other week or they go to the beach with me. I have nieces and nephews and godchildren galore so the family home is a riot especially on sundays.
I retire by 45, squirreling away funds to buy property and set up a business. I grow to a venerable old age living on an island 5 minutes by outboard from the mainland, surrounded by trees, ocean and my p's: poetry, pantings and pottery. I die peacefully in my sleep.
A nice, tidy, colorful existence. But no RF. And definitely a given, no Oona or Olly. I wouldn't even have known how it would feel to wake up at odd hours, be bone tired or as frustrated as Oona in the middle of a communication crisis. I won't worry about pedia visits, vaccines, hospitals or natural remedies. There would be no child-made messes, poopy diapers and I would always smell good. Not like right now, you'd know I'm *this* deep in milk, toddler snot and diapers!
But it would be a given too, that there wouldn't be good morning kisses or hugs just because. There wouldn't be silly nonsense games where you both end up laughing. No tickling before bed. No amazement at every little thing. No excitement and wonder that comes so easy for children and how generously they share it with you.
I guess it depends on how you look at it. On one hand, ignorance could be bliss. On the other, I may have lost something infinitely better and was never the wiser for it. Who knows?
Anyhoo, that's one parallel universe for me. I know I got a lot of alternate realities in existence out there.
So what's yours? :)
Monday, November 1, 2010
Owning My Life
Luscious, by definition means richly appealing to the senses or the mind, sweet, and extremely pleasurable.
I want a life like this and having the kids around inspires me to be more than I am right now. They deserve the best of me and I know that means physically, mentally and spiritually.
I used to put this off for a variety of reasons. Primarily, I put other people's needs and wants before mine. Now I've come to believe that being selfish sometimes isn't a bad thing when it comes to self-preservation. But more than this most basic human need to protect oneself, valuing and honoring the self requires a certain degree of this selfishness.
It could also be a fear of change. I, who thrived on variety and dynamic situations, have found out that I do seek comfort in the familiar and constant. While security provides stability, change needs to happen for one to grow and thrive. And like any human being, it really is a scary thing to jump into untested waters.
But all you have to do is have faith that everything is perfect in the universe, and then just jump into it. It would be hard at first (and scary) but that's what happens when you accept that YOU are responsible for your life, you have sole control, and you can steer it in any direction you wish because you have finally owned your life.
You might even surprise yourself when wings sprout and you actually fly!
Reposted from Mommyluscious "Why Wait":
My change to living lusciousness has begun.
I want a life like this and having the kids around inspires me to be more than I am right now. They deserve the best of me and I know that means physically, mentally and spiritually.
I used to put this off for a variety of reasons. Primarily, I put other people's needs and wants before mine. Now I've come to believe that being selfish sometimes isn't a bad thing when it comes to self-preservation. But more than this most basic human need to protect oneself, valuing and honoring the self requires a certain degree of this selfishness.
It could also be a fear of change. I, who thrived on variety and dynamic situations, have found out that I do seek comfort in the familiar and constant. While security provides stability, change needs to happen for one to grow and thrive. And like any human being, it really is a scary thing to jump into untested waters.
But all you have to do is have faith that everything is perfect in the universe, and then just jump into it. It would be hard at first (and scary) but that's what happens when you accept that YOU are responsible for your life, you have sole control, and you can steer it in any direction you wish because you have finally owned your life.
You might even surprise yourself when wings sprout and you actually fly!
Reposted from Mommyluscious "Why Wait":
I don't mind taking turns, exercising patience and waiting for my ship to come in. In fact, it's one of the virtues I try to teach Oona.For this instance, I'm tired of just waiting for good things to happen to me and for me. I'm making them happen right now.
However, there are some situations when you just hafta really hustle if you wanna get a move on!
I'm tired of waiting on fate to bring me what I want. I'm tired of watching people achieve their dreams first. I'm tired of putting myself on hold. I'm tired of postponing my plans and delaying my dreams. I'm done, I'm through, I'm stopping this nonsense right now.
That dream career? I'm taking that. That house? I'll take it. Those fat bank accounts and paying investments? They're mine, thank you. That glamorous, wonderful goddess in the mirror? Why, that's me! Worshipping is allowed, mortal. Bring tribute and I shall be pleased.
When you want something done right, you do it yourself. You don't need to hitch your wagon to someone else's shooting star. You can fly yourself to the moon even if you have to build the dang rocket out of scrap metal and spare parts.
What's life without grabbing some bulls by the balls? Er...Horns. I meant, horns.
My change to living lusciousness has begun.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Moving To The Front Row Of My Life
While I've had many, many changes in my life, both big and small, I can only count a few that I've truly decided upon, taken charge of and did not just leave up to fate.
When Oona blew out the candles for her 3rd birthday last August 15, I couldn't help feeling that my baby was growing up too fast for me! Huffy puffy Mommy trying desperately to catch up with her mile-a-minute mind, rapid-fire questions and road-runner legs. Let's not forget 6 month old butterball Olly, challenging time and human evolution by constantly trying to crawl and stand ahead of schedule and fly off the bed, in defiance of gravity. It takes all the mommy powers I can muster to last the day with these two bundles of energy!
So as Oona's candles poofed out, the idea of a change that MUST happen flared to life. I wanted to be more involved in the laughter and fun in their lives. I don't want to just exist from chore to chore, duty to duty, stretching what I had to cover what needed to be done for the kids. I wanted to have more out of the relationship we share. I didn't want to be too tired to enjoy being with them.
Really, most days, I'm too pooped to be fun, I'm short-tempered and more of an ogre than I care to admit. Sound familiar, anyone?
Like most mothers, our priorities revolve around the kids, our husbands and partners, our families. We put ourselves, by default, in second, third and even last place. But our roles, quite by paradox, always demand that we be at the front line of everything for the family. Yes, like soldiers.
We barely even have time for ourselves like we used to because there's the guilt that every available time and attention should be invested in the kids, the husband and the family or else you're not being a good wife or mother.
That's not fair, is it? Does that sound like your internal dialogue?
Let's be realistic. We can't expect others to take care of us. It would be great, yes! But we have to take the initiative to do things for ourselves. We can't expect martyrdom or a shaft of light from heaven transforming us into perfection. You'd have to be dead, I think and I want to be alive to enjoy myself.
In a nutshell, I want enough of me to go around and have something left for ME. I don't want to feel run down anymore because I should be enjoying myself and the time I have with the kids. I know they won't be babies for long and sooner than I would like to, they'll be spreading their wings to fly solo. So for a change, I think I ought to put myself in the front row of my life, our family's life!
I want more. I want the place of privilege I know I deserve.
To be there not just as a frontliner at the trenches, but sitting pretty, joining in the fun and laughter, making good, happy memories, watching my kids and my family bloom and grow from my plush front row seat.
I am daring to be in front.
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