Pray Tell, week! What were the Haps? is my now-official (it’s official!) mini-practice of saying goodbye to the week, in an acknowledging + reviewing + closing ritual sort of way.    A kind of weekly chapter in the Book of Me that I’ll be attempting to do every Sunday, in an attempt to learn useful things from the stuff that worked and the stuff that didn’t work so well.

 

Sunday came and went, and here I am Pray Tell-ing on a Monday.  With a surprising amount of resistance.

I’m invoking the Broccoli Meter to give space and love to the parts of me that are in resistance whilst making the choice to do this now, connecting to the qualities of support and grounding and rhythm.

Thus, onwards!

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Pray Tell, week!  What were the Haps?

What worked?

  • Doing five-minute meditation and three-pose yoga before bedtime.  These are two of three habits I’m trying to integrate into my life this month (the third is daily stream-of-consciousness journalling).  Over the past couple of weeks I’ve been trying to make sure I do these mini-practices during the day, because I was worried that I might be too tired to do them some evenings and therefore the habit wouldn’t take root.  But this week I’ve just been going with it, and it seems to be working.
  • Planning my outfits for multiple weather-changes.  Frustrating though I find this, coming from the much more predictable and stable Mancunian climate (general weather forecast: mild and drizzling), it is much less frustrating than being stuck in town getting uncomfortably hot or uncomfortably cold.
  • Reading books!  Last week this was fun, this week it was even more fun.  Although fun doesn’t quite cover the deep sigh of wellbeing that having an array of books on the go gives me.  Recommendations: Sex at Dawn, Switch, and The Brain That Changes Itself.  They’re all non-fiction, cuz that’s how I tend to swing with books.
  • Outfitting!  I had a flash of insight into the importance of clothing-as-self-expression and how having the right outfit for something hugely, ridiculously increases the likelihood of me doing that thing.  This might not make much sense, but it got me playing football for the first time ever, so it warrants mentioning.
  • This really neat practice I learned from Conal Elliot, which I must write about.

What didn’t work so much?

  • Still not being prepared (with snacks) for low blood sugar moments.
  • Getting stuck in an unconscious attempt at meeting my needs/life-essences for being heard and valued by debating, in an increasingly frustrated manner, with the Bably.  It’s easy on reflection to see why that one didn’t work so well.
  • Getting stuck in the Freak-out About the Freak-out Pattern, which seems to follow a period of Believing I Have Now Resolved Freak-outs Forever, which seems to follow a period of Learning Something New That Gives Me Optimism in Dealing with Freak-outs.  
  • Pain in my shoulders from sitting in a deck chair at my (new!) desk to write this.  Until we invest in another chair, I think I need to revert back to sitting on the floor with my computer on the footstool.  (Yes, we have a footstool and a deck chair but no ordinary chairs.  Or a dining table.  I don’t know either.)

Noticings.

Noticing how joyous my body feels to move and flow and stretch and jump and spin around and around and around.

Noticing how a really good sandwich is a really good sandwich.  Or, just because something was simple to put together, doesn’t mean that it is, by default, less delicious than something more complicated and time-consuming.

Noticing that I can make a really good sandwich, and I can do it with love.

End.

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Comment Zen

Hullo there.

Want to play/acknowledge/review/close the week with me?  Or leave some noticings?  Just saying hullo is also adored by me, and I can recommend a good ‘hullo’ heartily.

As always, the usual culture-notes and requests: we’re all working with our stuff (including me), and we give each other space and love to do it in.  Noticing where our stuff gets triggered + not throwing our stuff at other people = safe space to explore.  Hurrah for safe spaces!

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