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Lessons from a former maneater


2013
03.21

When I was 28 I stomped on someone’s heart. Now, keep in mind that I have probably broken a few before this (I had a reputation), but this was different. He was kind, friendly, respectful and had a promising career in front of him. He was pretty cute too. He made the string of guys I’d left behind look like real losers. Probably because that was my type.

After I divorced, I decided to date whoever I wanted and cared very little for anyone’s feelings. I would warn any man I met how much heartache would come his way if he got attached. So when I broke things off with this guy, I didn’t think it would be any different. But he was the first one who remembered my words.

“You told me you’d break my heart. I should’ve listened.”

Some broken hearts .

It was around then that I noticed I wasn’t the only one who warned people about themselves. I find that most people will tell you their intentions. All you have to do is listen.

My friend and I spent an evening in Spain with a few folks from England and one of the guys kept telling me how he’d like to rape me. Y’know, as a joke. Cause that’s funny to some people. I was pretty clear I didn’t find it humorous but that didn’t stop him from trying to drag me down a dark alleyway. Classy.

Another time a man told me how he’d want me to get breast implants if we got married. Also, I wouldn’t be allowed to have friends. Are people really saying this out loud?

Needless to say I keep better company these days. My husband tells me things like “Get used to being treated well.” My book club can’t wait to meet and discuss my first published novel.

Reminder.

We all need a reminder every now and then.

So many of us don’t really listen to what someone is saying to us. Or in my case, you might think, They don’t really mean that, do they? Yes. They do. And if it doesn’t jibe with you, say so. Or stop spending time with them.

Because as I learned from a heart-broken man, if someone tells you what they plan on doing, you’ve been warned. After that it’s your choice. It might sound cold and calloused, but it’s true.

Who knows? Maybe by leaving a situation because of what someone’s intentions are, you’ll change their life. Maybe that — an unexpected shift in their world — will break the cycle.

I’d like to think that’s what happened with me. I was cold and calloused. And heartbroken too. That last heart I broke made me realize I was hurting mine too: creating a cycle of unhappy and unsatisfying encounters.

And once I decided I wasn’t going to break Sante’s heart, that I was going to treat it like a precious object, suddenly love opened up in front of me. My intentions shifted and so did those around me.

So listen. Other people’s intentions reflect your own.

Does this resonate with you? Have you heard other people speak their intentions? Do you speak yours?

If you haven’t had a chance to read my latest article, How to Overcome Perfectionismover at Think Simple Now, check it out. I’m super-proud of this one!

Balancing growth and mindfulness


2012
07.04

It’s Independence Day here in the United States, and it coincides with my own personal Independence Day three years ago when I moved out of Minnesota to California.

Independence from snow. From cold and extreme heat. (Lordy, I don’t miss that!) And independence from old definitions, habits and choices. Aside from my birthday, this is one of my favorite personal holidays to celebrate.

In celebrating this personal holiday for the past three years, I’ve noticed that my independence continues to evolve. It seems each year I have something more to celebrate, something new to move toward. While it can sometimes seem overwhelming and difficult, growth isn’t always a popular choice.

tree big basin

Ah, but life is long, isn’t it? Maybe I’m not going to live as long as this tree, but since time is relative, I hope it feels that way when I get finally say goodbye to this earth.

Lately, I’ve been thinking about my life path. Seeing that tree this week isn’t the only thing that has me thinking long-term. Or casting my eye toward my future a bit more.

It seems for many years I’ve been looking back and comparing myself to the person I was, comparing my life to how I used to live. It’s not entirely a bad thing. I’ve made some drastic and beautiful changes; I’m proud of them and feel justified in dwelling for awhile.

rebecca past present

But lately my inner-voice is saying, Yes, you did that. But what are you about to doThere are so many things I can answer with, but it comes to this: I want to live in this moment.

Goals are great to keep you moving forward. Growth is awesome. But so often I get stuck between reveling in the past and planning for the future I forget that this is it. It’s all happening now.

So I’ll still celebrate my evolving independence. And yes, I’ll continue to make vision boards to remind me of future goals. But what I’m aiming for is a more mindful present. To “just be,” as my friend Johanna and I used to say.

Exercise is probably the best way that I’ve found to keep me in the moment. Trying new things also makes it pretty easy. (I would’ve fallen a lot more mountain biking this past weekend if I was thinking about meetings I had later in the week.)

And Sante and I try to remind each other as well, asking “Where are you right now?” when we notice the other person is off in another world

What helps you to stay in the present moment? I’m open to any and all suggestions, so please comment! Any resources you found helpful (books, websites, videos, etc.) would be great.

Life’s expensive when you don’t pay attention


2011
08.23

Up until about two months ago, the only organic food I bought was produce, unless it was on sale. Then I realized that organic food doesn’t just help me, it helps all life on this planet. Be the change, right?

So I’m making this recipe that calls for frozen spinach the other day and I naturally pick up the one labeled organic and throw it in my cart. I get all the way home and see that yes, it is organic … but it is grown in China.

map distance from china to california 15,000 kilometers

37 days of "driving"

Somehow I think the benefits of growing the plant organically are offset by the voyage it makes across the sea. Well, I’m embarrassed.

They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions, and if I believed in hell, I guess I could believe that. But I think this is more of a situation where I did one thing because it’s my habit. I did it without paying attention. But even the best habits can be taken too far and turn on us when we we’re not being mindful.

The Dangers of Exercising Too Much?

We might exercise past the point that’s healthy and hurt ourselves when our bodies are telling us to slow down. The every-day walk through the woods might be nice, but the path-less-traveled leads to a beautiful lake offering more serenity than we’d ever experienced in the trees. We might eat fruit everyday because it’s a habit and lose out on the vital nutrients our bodies are craving (needing) that a saltier snack would provide.

Kale

Kale and other leafy greens do wonders for salt cravings. Yum!

Paying attention, being mindful, not only keeps us out of those ruts, but it’s also a great anxiety reliever. If you truly live in the moment, there is no need to worry about what comes next or what we could have done better earlier that day.  (And if you believe in hell, who knows? It could keep you outta there too.)

I’ve been working hard to stay present and not buy any more organic food shipped across the ocean, among other things. What about you? What are you paying attention to?

My simple wish for World Ocean Day


2010
06.08
ocean

A little girl and her ocean

Today is World Ocean Day, and I think this day is particularly important given the recent events in the Gulf of Mexico. Apart from the fact that it’s World Ocean Day, I was inspired to write this post because of a blogger who, like me, wasn’t really sure how to put her sadness about this event into words.

So, failing at expressing all of the emotions and helplessness I feel while watching a mega for-profit oil company scramble unsuccessfully to stop the overwhelming flow of crude (an appropriate word, yes?) into our precious oceans..I decided to look more closely at what I can do…and what we, as people who are unified in horror, can do in our own lives to have a teensy, yet never insignificant, effect.

I encourage you to read more.

The thing I want everyone who reads this to do is simple. Take one moment (or thirty seconds or a breath or whatever) and send this message to the creatures of the ocean:

How you send this message is entirely up to you. Send it out as a prayer. Sing a song. Send out the vibes. Talk to some spawning salmon if you can get them to listen.

“I know you were planning on visiting the Gulf o’ Mehico for vacation, but there’s this really great bay right outside of Hong Kong that you might like. I hear the weather’s better and the locals are super friendly.”

I think if the sea creatures had other options and knew about the ugly mess in the Gulf, they’d probably swim for other waters, even if it meant changing their vacation plans or possible starvation. In fact, they might even end up saying “Thanks for the adventure.” *fingers crossed*


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Talkie, talkie, talkie…no more talkie.


2009
03.08

I was in CVS with a friend and we saw some Real Cheese Flavored Puffs. We were laughing trying to decide if they were real cheese or if they tasted like real cheese flavor. This morning I noticed my peanut butter was labeled with Natural Fresh Roasted Peanut Taste. My question was similar to the one above: is it natural peanut butter or just natural peanut taste?

Paying attention is a skill. People talk a lot. Some of them are just running their mouths, but I think it’s still important to listen to their words. Most people will tell you what they mean, who they are, and their intentions. Many times their sentences will be phrased like the ones above, leaving the listener to question their true meaning.

The coolest thing is talking with someone who isn’t just talking to hear the sound of their own voice–one of those people who chooses their words carefully and thinks for a minute when asked a question. I like the slower conversation–the pauses in between are like rests in a melody: necessary and helpful to build anticipation.

Those people might still make comments about their real cheese flavor but offer a chance to think about it and question it during the conversation instead of two weeks later while eating your toast at breakfast. Bless them–they are a rare breed.

Pardon our dust–this area of your world is closed for remodeling


2008
12.17

This past weekend I had the opportunity to visit the San Diego Zoo. My favorite animals were the elephants, the black panther, and of course the hippopotamus. There were some cute baby bears there, which inevitably brought out the awww-how-cute in me.

(I’m not even going to try to tangent on zoos…let’s just say it all depends on the personality of the animal. Hey, look at reality TV! I don’t fit in, but there are several humans that do.)

Seeing these animals born in captivity made me wonder what natural habitat actually means. After a few generations of grizzly bears, will they even know that they might not belong there? The zoo keepers are doing their best to mimic their natural surroundings. Except for that weird stirring of instinct, what’s to tell them that it’s not their home?

Coincidentally I finished The City of Ember during that same week. It’s a young adult novel, and the premise is this: A city was built underground to last 200 years in preparation for some disaster. During that time the instructions (given to the mayor to be passed down to each successor) were lost. Because of this, the people forgot where they came from while supplies dwindled from their limited storage. I won’t spoil the ending.

What if the world we live in isn’t really where we belong? What if we’re living in a zoo? I wonder what would happen if we woke up tomorrow and things had drastically changed: the trees had purple leaves, the sky was green, and oil and water mixed (which I heard has happened). Would people even notice?

My friend once said that if a bomb went off in the street by our office most people would just keep working. I don’t know if that’s true, but the conversation took place on a day that a port-a-pottie was swinging from a crane about three stories above the ground. No one looked at it twice.

I don’t know when we all stopped paying attention, but I’m guessing it’s about the same time we started paying $1 for a bottle of tap water. We’re all text messaging and listening to podcasts on our iPods while driving 65 mph down the freeway. (I cringe when I say I’m guilty of this — except I was doing about 80.)

What gives me hope is that I’m running into more and more people who are aware of their surroundings. And this encourages me to do the same. Often I say I want to be around anyone who will make me a better person. They fall under this category. I guess I just want to do the same for others. So let’s all keep our eyes open together: maybe pigs really can fly.

What’s the point of all this pointless proximity?


2007
12.20

December 19, 2007 – Wednesday

Are there people standing right next to you that you forget about? Do you see through people or not even hear what they are really saying? I know we all do it but maybe you do it more than others. Stop.

Maybe some people really don’t want to be heard or seen. I don’t know if I believe that, but it could be true. I think everyone wants people to care about them and be genuinely interested. This part of the year is hard on a lot of people. Pay attention to the people you care about. I’m going to try very hard to do the same.

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