Commitments

Looking ahead to the month of February and doing a quick count, I see I'm already scheduled for 23 hours of appointments, not including drive time. These range from everything from board and marketing meetings to teaching a class at the Greensboro Women's Center, attending a friend's book launch to my radio show, coffee with friends to Artist Dates. 

In the middle of each month, as I look at my growing list of commitments, I always swear to do better next month and not overburden myself. "I'll just say 'no,'" I tell myself. Doesn't happen.

Part of it is that I want to be at all these places. Board meetings and seeing friends and volunteer work is important to me. But so is writing and sometimes I feel like I let go of my time for that in order to "fit in" everything else, instead of the other way around. But I'm grateful I have the kind of work and schedule that allows me to fit in so many different things. I wouldn't want to stay home every day and just write. I'd go insane.

Balance is key. I keep hoping I'll just luck into it as I go, but it may be time to break down and put a bit more thought into what I can and can't commit too--even as it relates to coffee with friends or driving into town for a run. 

Gotta go. Got to get some work done before I shoot into Greensboro for today's appointments. =)

 

The Art of Chaotic Breathing

Anyone familiar with the book The Artist's Way by Julia Cameron will understand what is meant by the term "Artist Dates." Cameron recommends every artist take time each week to go out--by themselves--and explore a new activity. Being by yourself doesn't mean you wander out into nature (necessarily). What it means is that if there is a play or art show or movie or lecture that you attend it alone, without spouse, significant other, or friends. You're looking to fill your well through these dates. Having new experiences, seeing new sights, and being exposted to new ideas is often missed if we're in our normal rut of chatting with mom or a friend during the event.

So one of my New Year's goals was to keep a weekly artist date with myself. I've made this resolution before--and failed--so I loosened the guidelines to say yes, okay, I can ask a friend or my husband to attend an event with me. Better to get out with a friend than not to do an event at all.

Which is why I asked my friend Melody to attend my first artist date of the new year, a treasure-mapping exercise we participated in last weekend. We created a collage of our goals for the New Year which is now laminated and hanging in my writing room.

Then I received an e-mail notice that a free 5-week meditation course was about to begin in Greensboro. The time was on Wednesday mornings from 11:30 - 12:30. Most people work during those hours so I had visions of showing up and being the only person there but decided to plunge ahead anyway.

Yesterday was the first class. I had to laugh. I was surely NOT the only one there. The class is held in the Leonard Center on Ballinger Road in GSO.  I wasn't familiar with the place but observed it to be a rec center when I pulled in. "Great," I thought. "Seems normal." And it was. The only thing unexpected was that it's apparently a rec center for seniors. So the class was full - me and twenty women between the ages of 60 and 70.

Hey--that's the point of the Artist Date. You never know what you're going to get. (And there were actually 2 women who I would say were close to my age.) The class was different, but in a good way. I use to meditate consistently but let it drop some years ago.  I miss it and am hoping this class will get me back on track.  But this is a different meditation from anything I've ever learned. We're going to learn a new technique each week. Yesterday was "chaotic breathing." Very simply, you breath FROM THE BELLY, eyes closed, kneeling on the floor. The trick is to breath without any rhythm. So you may take 3 long, deep breaths, 10 seconds of quick huffs, one long breath, 5 medium breaths, 2 huffs, etc. We were encouraged to rock and sway and move our body as we did this.

It's more challenging than you might think. The instructor warned we might eventually feel a light buzz and I was lightheaded and dizzy almost from the get go. But after, when we sat a few minutes in silence, I was very calm and at peace. It was an intriguing dichotomy.

I'm going back. I've decided the class will be my artist date for the next month. I'm curious to learn more about the meditation and I like being able to impress everyone in the room with my ability to manuever myself down and up off the floor without any help. (Ha! God will get me for that one.)

And now I'm off to practice my 7 minutes of chaotic breathing. Stay tuned... it can only get better.

Lasik Eye Surgery Laminations

Photo courtesy of WikipediaTomorrow is my Lasik Eye Surgery. I went in today for a pre-surgery check-up, where they sat me in the big chair and pressed the optical refractor (see photo) against my face and proceeded to flip lenses in front of each eye, asking each time, "Which looks clearer? Number one? [FLIP] Or number 2?" "Number 1? [FLIP] Number 2?"

I have always feared this exam, namely because there is no sure way to pass it. Was number one more clear or did I  just imagine that? Can they tell if I'm lying, even if it's unintentional? Did she just have me choose between lenses 3 and 4 because my choice between 1 and 2 was so obviously wrong?

If I was nervous about the exam on a normal day, the stress is quadrulped given that LASER SURGERY will be performed on my eyes tomorrow based on my answers. Holy crap! Is it too late to admit I said #2 looked clearer only because I suspected that was what the lab tech wanted to hear? That I was guessing when I read most of those letters on the bottom line and what I called an E may have really been a fuzzy H or P? That, in reality, I saw no difference between lenses 3 and 4? Dear God... what have I done???

Yeah, I'll be having that valium before my surgery tomorrow. You betcha.

Dena

Why I Love Lesser Evil Snack Company

Blair and I were browsing through the chip aisle at the supermarket the other day (some people window shop at fine department stores, we drool over salty items at Wal-Mart) and Blair picked up a bag of Lesser Evil Krinkle Sticks. "We have to buy these for the name alone," he said. Considering they are all natural, baked, gluten and cholesteral free, I agreed. Plus, the "Stop Bad Snacking!" trademarked logo on the front made me laugh.

One word folks- YUM. Did you ever have Andy Capp Hot Fries as a kid? These taste just like them only without the hot. And I just have to endorse any company whose founder goes by the title, "Big Time Snacker" and whose contact info on the bag lists "New School (e-mail)," "Old School (phone)" and "Dark Ages (Address)."

The bag is dotted in humor such as a "High In Moral Fiber" logo and the "Potato Chip Snackcident Prevention" (also trademarked) explanation. The Lesser Evil website is even more fun with the "Spread the Lesser Evil Love" note, "shop by craving," and the blog.

Go getcha some today.

Cheers.