Disappearing Act

imageI’m referring to the KonMari method of organizing by Marie Kondo which has been all the rage in Japan for a while.  I heard of it a few months ago and bought and reviewed her book, “the life-changing magic of tidying up,”  but I chose to wait until after the holidays to tackle yet another project.

What I like best about her method is that she’s even more anal-retentive than I could ever imagine being. Did I say that?  I meant organized. And in her defense, her method WORKS and was FUN.

Her “rules” are legion, but mercifully simple:  Tidy by category, with goals. In my case, it was my cosmetics and toiletries today. Start by discarding everything at once, intensely and completely. Only keep things that spark joy for you.  Never pile things: you can’t see what you want, it takes up more space, and the iteams on the bottom feel neglected. Don’t change her rules to suit yourself. And she even has her own unique folding method.

Some of her concepts are based on Feng-Shui principles, and a few might be considered a little airy-fairy, but they make sense when  you think about them in a Ghost in the Machine way; things have feelings, too, showing respect and honor to what you have, and the idea that putting your house in order can benefit your life.

In my experience,  creating spaciousness of spirit, and environment, is a way of attracting love, money, opportunities, and vitality. Nature abhors a vacuum.

imageAs Marie Kondo says, “Your real life begins after putting your house in order.”

I began by (neatly) dumping all of my bathroom toiletries on the floor, as advised. If I didn’t love it or use it, into the trash it went! Then I found some containers and sorted by category: hair care, styling tools, medicines, skin care. Back they went – easy to see, to use, and to put back afterwards.

My sweetheart had been meaning to pare his closet further, so he placed all of his clothes on the bed, (not thrilled by the idea of dumping it all on the floor, like I was) and sorted into Keep, Donate, and Discard piles. Once the last two were in sacks, he re-hung the dress shirts, sorted his tees by color, then folded them using her method.

We were impressed by how many more he could fit in his dresser and the ease with which he could tell them apart.image No more digging for that v-neck.

For my next act, I will make all of the unloved stuff in my closet, the under-stairs storage, and our garage disappear. Abracadabra!

I think for the last two I may need an assistant standing-by with a pitcher of Martinis. I knew the job was dangerous when I took it.

XO Donna

 

 


Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful…

In just a few more hours, it will be a wonderful new year! How do I know that? Simple, I intend to make it that way.

Wonderful is a state of mind, just like being old: we can’t help but get older…but being old is about what’s going on between our ears. I just retired, having worked since I was 15. I’m both excited by all the possibilities ahead of me, and also a bit apprehensive.

What to do with my fear of the unknown??? Focus on my dreams, focus on what I will do to achieve them, and focus on everything that I am grateful for. An attitude of gratitude goes a long way toward making our lives wonderful!

Gratitude is the feeling I have for all of you. Thank you for reading and commenting all of the time. I wish you a happy, healthy, and sexy New Year.  Cheers!

XO Donna

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Pivot Point

Do you have a pivotal point in your history that set you on a course for the rest of your life? I do.

It was at a Thanksgiving dinner in 1963. I was with my family at my Aunt’s house. There were my parents and the four of us girls. There were five in my Aunt and Uncle’s family, and there was another couple whom I don’t remember.

Thirteen people all crammed into the living/dining room of a modern split-level ranch home. The kind of home where the sofa, chair seats,  and lamps had plastic slipcovers. A football game was on in the living room. The women were working in the kitchen. Since I was only 12, I wasn’t considered one of the adults yet, so I was not allowed in the kitchen. I was told instead to watch the babies….which really meant to keep them from falling down the stairs.

barcaloungerJPGI’d been at it for a while, when I heard my youngest cousin crying. I didn’t remember losing track of him, and hurried to find him. He had crawled into the living room and as I entered to fetch him, I saw that he was sitting right at the foot of my Uncle’s lounger and disturbing the football game with his bawling.

My uncle hadn’t seen me yet, and from his throne, with his feet up and a cold beer in his hand, he looked over the arm of his lounger, down at the distraught infant, and bellowed to my harried aunt, “Gloria! Come get this goddamned kid!”

I knew she was busy trying to get dinner on the table, and for the life of me, I couldn’t understand why he didn’t just reach down and pick the baby up.
My aunt dropped everything, hustled into the living room, and apologizing profusely, she snatched the baby up and took him down the hall to change his soggy diaper.

In that instant I understood everything about their lives and their relationship. Standing there frozen in place, mouth hanging open in disbelief, I decided conclusively, “I will never live like this!”
And “this” encompassed a lot. It included not having more than one child. Living in the suburbs. Being in servitude to someone else. Never having to deal with an angry, beer-guzzling man. Or ever having a lounge chair.

So while everyone else is celebrating Thanksgiving as the traditional blessing of the harvest, I’m celebrating the blessing of that wake-up call so many years ago. I’ve stayed true to all of those decisions, and I am grateful for the way my life turned out. I’m especially grateful for all of the family, friends, and friends-who-have-become-family, that I’ve been blessed with.

May you all have a delightful Thanksgiving with your loved ones!

XO Donna

 


Imagine that. . .

For years I have studied the laws of attraction. But, for the last few months I have been working daily to clarify what I want in my life now, how I want to live, and what it would feel like. I spend time each day imagining it.

keepdiscoveringuI also seek inspiration each morning, these days by watching an Abraham-Hicks video on YouTube. If you want to know about the laws of attraction, look no further.

It turns out that it’s this simple:
CLARITY & IMAGINATION.
Clarity = knowing exactly what you want. Imagination = picturing yourself already having it. Don’t worry about the how,  focus only on the having.

“But, how do I know exactly what I want?” Great question.
The short answer: I’ll bet you know exactly what you don’t want, and that’s a great place to start!
Since I was clear about what I didn’t want any more, I made a list of it. Using that, I made another list of what I would rather have instead.
Then I narrowed that down to a couple of “biggies” that were very specific.

I  imagine what I want every morning and evening, and think about how I will feel when I have these in my life. (NOTE: it’s not about the thing per se – the car, the house, the corner office, the bags of cash. . . it’s about how we will feel.) 

imaginationImagine what you want, and how you will feel when you have it,  for a few minutes each day – with your coffee in the morning, or before bed at night. When you say your prayers, or before you meditate. When you look out at nature’s beauty, or when you’re sitting still, stuck in traffic.

You can imagine  feeling healthy and vibrant. Imagine a joyful, fun-filled, family life. Or extended family, or band of friends that act as family. Imagine feeling prosperous and secure. Imagine loving your job. How about the feeling you’ll have after accomplishing something you’ve worked hard for?

Imagine that, and see what begins to happen.

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Now, with all of that said and done, I’m imagining myself drinking a Dirty Martini with blue-cheese stuffed olives. My sister Terry’s favorite!

 

 

XO Donna

 

 


Sit Still

(This is an excerpt from my upcoming book, “Sick & Tired…and Sexy!”)

 

“A mind is like a parachute, it doesn’t work unless it’s open.”
– Frank Zappa

I’m going to let you in on a little secret. I don’t like to meditate. I have been trying to do it off-and-on for years, and the best I had managed up until now was to do “moving meditation” that I learned at a weekend meditation retreat years ago. I’d walk a small path with my eyes almost closed, softly focused.  Back home, I found it impossible to do without bumping into things. That’s when I realized I could do Trance Dance as my moving meditation, and did so happily for years. When I moved outside of town, the one-hour commute made it impractical to attend, and then the studio closed.

Now I am back to sitting. I’ve even written a haiku about my frustration:

catsittingHow to meditate?
Sitting seems a waste of time
I could DO something!

I haven’t had enough consistent experience to be a fan. I’ve only had momentary glimpses of bliss, the ‘gap in between thoughts,’ and those were very cool.

Why do I keep making myself sit still? I’ll tell ya: First, I want to feel inner-peace. Second, I am the kind of woman that will do things JUST because they are good for me.

I  eat and drink healthy things that others won’t. I exercise even when I don’t want to, because I know how good exercise makes me feel.  I drink at least a liter of water every day. I take vitamins. I floss my teeth (although I hate it) and wash off my make-up before bed. I generally stick to my routines because they keep me looking and feeling well.

So, I park my ass on the floor and assume the position.

To learn what meditation is, let’s see what it’s not:

  1. Myth #1 – is that it’s hard to do. With a little bit of instruction from a meditation teacher, it’s both easy and fun. It can be as simple as focusing on your breath, or repeating a mantra. Yes, that’s where “OM” comes in. The challenge is that we (I’m talking about myself here) often try too hard to concentrate,  get so distracted by our thoughts that we think we aren’t doing it right, or we get attached to getting results.
  2. Which leads to Myth #2 – we have to quiet our minds if we want to be successful. It’s not about stopping our thoughts, or being successful.  When thoughts arise, all we need do is see them as thoughts, not judge, and return to our breath or mantra.

Dr. David Simon from the Chopra Center, tells his students, “The thought I’m having thoughts may be the most important thought you have ever thought. Before that, you probably thought you were your thoughts.”

  1. Myth # 3 – is that it takes years to become good at it. The Chopra Center lotussays you can begin to experience benefits the first time you sit down to meditate. Science found that meditation has “profound effects” in the parts of the brain dealing with empathy, memory, sense of self, and regulation of stress.
    Other benefits that keep me trying: better sleep, improved concentration, decreased blood pressure, and enhanced immune function!

Assorted Myths -Meditation as escapism, but it isn’t intended to tuneout the world, it is intended to tune-in to yourself, so you can be here now.
People think they don’t have time to meditate – you only need a few minutes a day.  Skip the news. Take part of your lunch break. If all else fails, do it sitting in bed before going to sleep at night.
It’s a strange religious ritual. No, it’s just a mindfulness practice, which will make you a happier person no matter your religious affiliation, or lack of one.

I know it’s a worthy endeavor which will eventually become easier.
By noticing our thoughts, we are expanding our consciousness, and an open mind is a sexy mind!

 

XO Donna


Bah, Humbug

Dear gentle readers,

It seems that “someone” has created a SNAFU here at sexypast60.

In my workings behind the scene, I seem to have pushed/pulled a wrong lever.

I will be back next week, hopefully with some beautiful improvements.

In the meantime – pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!

xo Donna

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Everything is Energy

Have you ever wondered, “What if this is as good as it gets?” Or, “What if things don’t get better?” What if the big love we’re wishing for, or the fame and fortune, or the perfect figure, or the miraculous healing never happen?

Should we wait, with the Pause button pushed, until everything lines up and we get just what we wanted to hit Play and begin living fully?  

Here is the bad news: It doesn’t work like that.
Here is the good news: It does work.
And it works like this: “For things to change, FIRST I must change.”

“Oh, damn! I hate change!”   I’m sure you can see the conflict inherent in this situation; you hate change, but you want the condition you are unhappy about to change so you can feel better.
“Yeah, that’s about right.”

LampOnWhat if the only thing you had to change was your mind? That’s easy, right?
Okay, here’s the formula:

“Everything is energy and that is all there is to it . Match the frequency of the reality you want and you can not help but get that reality.”
– Albert Einstein

Rather than focusing on what you don’t want; on the loneliness, the lack of fame & fortune, your body, or the health condition. . .ignore those things and simply decide to feel better, which will cause those circumstances to change.

Focus on what’s going right in your life, on what is good, and be grateful for what you do have, and what isn’t going as well as you like will come into alignment.

Simply changing our mind, as easy as flicking on the light switch, will cause everything else to change.

I think of the Stones song, “You can’t always get what you want,” and that’s probably a good thing.
By deciding to change our mind and be happy, we will get what we need.
And when we are happy, we attract more things to be happy about.

It all starts with a decision.
XO Donna

 

 


Nowhere Man

I just had the pleasure of learning of a writer I had never heard of before, Pico Iyer.
He’s a British-born essayist and novelist best known (except to me) for his travel writing.  He’s written both non-fiction books and novels, including these intriguing titles: Video Night in Kathmandu and The Lady and the Monk. His latest book  is The Art of Stillness: Adventures in Going Nowhere. I don’t know which to order first.

armchair2I listened to an interview with him last night and fell in love.  Then, I listened to a TED talk this morning. In both, he didn’t talk directly about his book, about his concept, “Going Nowhere.” Yes, odd for a travel writer.

“Nowhere is magical unless you can bring the right eyes to it. You take an angry man to the Himalayas, he just starts complaining about the food.”

He’s a keen observer with a subtle sense of humor. He said that the  best way he could develop more attentive, more appreciative eyes, was by going nowhere. It was the only way he could “sift through the slide-show of his life,” and make sense of it.

Going nowhere can be as simple as taking a few minutes out of your day, or a few days out of each season, or even taking a sabbatical in order to sit still long enough to find out what moves you and where you are happiest.

I’ve noticed that when I’ve come back from a trip excited and wanting to share everything, I paint a picture with really big strokes, and a lack of focus. After I’ve had a week for things to percolate, I am more fully aware of the feelings and flavors of where I’ve been, and of what I’ve experienced.

For three weeks now, I have been sitting still for 10-15 minutes each morning and evening. I started as a way to bring more peace and focus into my life. Because of Pico Iyer’s talk, I look forward to using my new awareness the next time I travel.

I’ve included a link to his podcast on TEDtalks below. (It’s the first time I’ve done this, fingers crossed that it works!)
Please do check him out.

https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/tedtalks-society-and-culture/id470623803?mt=2

I hope you enjoy him as much as I did!

XO Donna

 


Please Choose

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I know this for a fact: the secret to happiness is twofold .
First, you choose to be happy. And you keep choosing it, over and over.
Second, you make time to practice being grateful every day.

“Well, if I had something to be happy about, I would.  If I had something to be grateful for, I would. ”
Aha, the age-old conundrum: Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
Here’s the deal, you can always find something to be happy about and grateful for.  Then you will be both happy and grateful.


“Not having the best situation, but seeing the best in your situation is the key to happiness.”
 – Marie Forleo

For example, let’s take Austin’s notorious traffic. You can be stuck in it and get angry and frustrated. You can curse all you want, honk your horn, even gnash your teeth. But, does that make you happy?
Or….you can take responsibility, acknowledge that traffic is a part of life here, and plan for it. Spend your time in transit listening to a book, some beautiful music, or a TED Talk. Make the choice to be happy.

Now for part two: spend a few minutes each evening reviewing your day and find three things you are grateful for.

My sweetheart and I used to do this aloud before we went to sleep at night. Now I spend time before bed writing about everything I am grateful for. And here’s the kicker – since what we focus our attention on is what we get more of in our life…this isn’t being altruistic at all. I’m being rather selfish, actually. I want more good things!

Let’s bring this plane in for a landing – if you choose to be happy, and focus on what you are grateful for, you will become happy and have even more to be grateful for. Simple, no?

Do this consistently (I learned last night that 40 days is the magical number) and your life will change for the better.
I guarantee it, or your money back!

“Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more.”
– Melody Beattie

I’m counting on more,
XO Donna


When One Door Closes

I first noticed the feeling when we made it to Durango. It felt like I’d been playing catch-up all day: moving too slowly, hurrying too often, always bringing up the rear, everything seemed harder.

GaneshaAt dinner that night, after one-martini-too-many, I waxed melancholy about the prospect of being “left behind” when we could no longer keep up. I felt the door slowly inching shut.

In the morning, I was thrilled to see Ganesha painted on a dumpster in the alley beside the bikes. (he is the Hindu god of new beginnings and the remover of obstacles) I took it as a good sign.

We’ve looked forward to returning for the July 4th parade in Telluride  ever since our trip there in 2004. We expected it to be the same town; with just enough people for a good party and everyone in town participating in their parade.  In that eleven years, our “Mayberry” had turned into Disneyland! There were about 70,000 people there – literally everyone and their dog, and all of their cute kids.

We waited in a queue for the gondola into town for more than an hour.
Then waded through crowds to meet the guys at the Last Dollar Saloon.
Afterwards, we waited for almost 45 minutes for lunch, then waited for a table at which to eat.
We abandoned the idea of window-shopping and fell in line to wait in a blocks-long queue for the gondola back up the mountain. The clouds rolled in, dark and menacing. The wind picked up and the temperature dropped drastically. Just when the sky finally opened up, we miraculously hailed a van that took us home for a hefty fee.
Worth. Every. Dollar.

Antler RanchIn the morning we headed to gorgeous Antler Ranch, where our rooms were right on the Rio Grande.  Beautiful cabins, great beds, and an amazing dinner awaited us. We sat on the porch and relaxed as the river raced by. I could have used a few more days in that place. We saw that they have parking for RVs, so we asked about rates while checking out.

On our way home we chose an empty restaurant thinking we’d get breakfast quickly and stay ahead of the rain. We waited, impatiently, almost an hour for breakfast. Later, standing beside our bikes in the pouring rain, partially sheltered by an awning, we wondered if it would have been any different if we hadn’t waited that long for breakfast.

When it became obvious that the storm was parked over us, we decided to head back to a restaurant we’d passed earlier and wait out the rain. Turk and I lagged behind again, then catching a couple of lights, lost sight of the Doorsgroup. As we headed up the road in the downpour, unsure we were going the right way, we saw our friend coming back to find us. I appreciated the gesture so much that I began to cry.

We’ve talked about the trip a lot since returning home. The paced seemed harder than ever. I felt weighed-down the whole trip. We both had moments of feeling left behind, although our group had waited patiently and pulled us along.

Big love. Much appreciated.

They are planning bigger rides next year, but after much soul-searching we’ve decided to close that door. We’ve begun looking for a motor home, our next frontier.

When one door closes, a new one opens.
XO Donna