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Make Believe

Make Believe

Halloween is such a great excuse to dress up, try on a new identity and pretend we are someone or something other than who or what we are.  Most other days of the year it would be considered eccentric at best if we were to try to pull that off.  But in the world of make believe, we have permission to let our minds wander and wonder…

Many times in my life, I must admit, I’ve felt like I have gotten off the freeway at the wrong exit.  I wonder if I’m the only one who has ever felt this way.  Even though I am quite content with my life as it is, it is titillating to imagine how it might have been different if I’d taken the other fork in the road or followed a passion that seemed too impractical at the time to consider.

Woulda coulda shoulda ….

I have a card game that I play with students when they come in for counseling and it involves picking a card from a deck and answering the question posed.  How would you answer this question?

If you could relive one moment of your life, what would it be?  Would you change it?

Not that it matters now…

I’m just trying to scare up a little midlife Halloween mischief!

Let’s give it up for Lent!

Let’s give it up for Lent!

Ok.. I am sitting here enjoying a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon so I guess I am not giving up red wine for Lent.  Do I really have to give something up?  Why not add something significant.  Why not do something out of my comfort zone.  Something that matters.  Something that makes me uncomfortable or that makes me stray from my neurotic daily routine.

I’ve been toying with the idea of living life with more awareness and intention.  Not multitasking.  Not flitting from here to there.  Not changing the subject mid-conversation.

Living with intention.

So cooking a meal is just cooking a meal.  It’s not talking on the phone and cooking a meal.  It’s not checking my email and cooking.  It’s just cooking.

And reaching for my seat belt after getting into my car is not reaching with one hand and turning on the radio with the other one and checking to see if I have gas and wondering if I need my oil changed.  It’s just reaching for my seat belt.

Calling my step mother and asking how she is doing is not just a task that I can check off my list of things to do but actually a loving and intimate communication with a woman who stepped in and decided to love me and my family even though we aren’t really related.

Are you giving something up for Lent?

Or are you adding something that challenges you, stretches you, makes you stop and think?