Tonight I came to the beach in an effort to complete a blog post.
I scanned the beach looking for a person I could trust with my phone.
I eyed a young woman sitting with her family. I walked up to her and asked if she wouldn’t mind videoing me.
She said she would be happy to. I proceeded to explain, I needed her to film me for a blog I was writing.
She asked me what my blog post was about. I told her procrastination versus action.
Together we completed my goal.
I thanked her for her kindness. She said, what perfect timing. I was just diagnosed today with a severe heart problem.
Thank you for the reminder.
Procrastination will engulf you.
Action will deliver you.
It’s one thing to take a step in the direction of your desires when you’re feeling on top of the world, it’s another thing when you feel like the world is lying on top of you.
Throughout my life, I have dealt with bouts of depression. I know it takes a lot to pull yourself out of it, especially if you allowed yourself to spiral. Once I hit the bottom of the staircase, I laid there curled-up in a pile of self-pity and drowning in a pool of self-loathing.
So what did I do to get myself out of this state I chose to visit? I knew I could not remain a victim of my circumstance. I had to admit the fact it was my choice to take this trip. Next, I got up. I had to connect instead of remaining isolated from the world around me. Sometimes I had to ask for help.
The key is to recognize when you’re standing at the top of the stairs, and not wait till you have started tumbling down the steps of despair.
A couple of things I know that worked well for me were:
1)Taking my shoes off and allowing my skin to connect with the earth. This helped ground me.
2) Connecting with others, especially children. They are fabulous role models for living in the moment.
I found my purpose and balance when I allowed life to be a part of me.
The point of living simply is to calm you down, not stress you out. Yet, I have noticed for many people it does the exact opposite.
“Eating simply” from home has become an oxymoron. People think if their food is not dripping with fat, soaked in dairy, and wrapped in gluten it will taste disgusting.
Let me ask you this, how would you know what it tastes like if it’s buried?
I remember the first time someone told me that taking a shower outside was the best thing ever. I thought they were smokin’ crack! Me outside, with no clothes on, in front of God and everyone? Yeah, NO!
Guess what? I had a whole new realization. I felt great being bathed by the suns natural rays and a cool breeze to dry me off. It also felt liberating.
Until you discover the flavor of your food unwrapped, only then can you wrap your senses around the simplicity of food in the raw.
Then if you want to spice it up, eat your food naked.