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Doors Around The World

Greetings and welcome to my little corner of the world. My random blog that covers all kinds of subjects.

I have always had a borderline obsession with doors. In all of my travels I always end up doing photo shoots of doors. They are mesmerizing to me because I can see a story behind every single one. I have often considered writing a collection of short stories all about doors. Call it an idea……

I didn’t label where all of these doors are from but the list is long and I have hundreds and hundreds more. Yes, just of doors. These were in Connecticut, Scotland, Wales, England, Budapest, Prague and British Columbia. Also somewhere in the middle of Wyoming.

Doors can be an opening. Welcoming, warm, inviting. Doors can also be a block, slammed, a silent KEEP OUT sign.

Doors can be colorful. They can be perfect. They can be damaged and weather worn. They can have big thick locks on them, or be cracked open waiting for the next visitor.

Doors can protect secrets. Doors can tell stories. Doors can be silent observers of the life that happens around them, in front of them, or……..behind them.

This was just one of those random moments where I was looking through tens of thousands of photos and kept being attracted to the ones of doors.

Not sure if this was your cup of tea, but it sure Brought me back to the many places they were taken! Thank you so very much for visiting and checking out may photos!

Until next time……..be kind……..always,

Polley93

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Moments – Living with Intention

Greetings and welcome to my little blog full of randomness. I call it my “little corner of the world” as that is what sometimes I think of it as. My collection of thoughts, habits, trips, photos, beliefs etc. So, welcome!

I have worked hard at adopting. different lifestyle the past few years. Life changes and doesn’t turn out the way you had thought it would at times. So it calls for readjustments and sometimes a change of direction. As most of you know who have followed me at all, I gave up my rented home, sold most of my belongings, gave my car to my middle son, and chose to work on a travel basis, usually in hotels in random areas throughout the US. It has worked for me well for the most part.

Moments. It truly is all we have. And when you really look at it, all we have is the moment we are in. You don’t have ten minutes ago, and you don’t have ten minutes from now. You just have now. The moment that you are in. I have thought about this, I have written about this, I have taught this and I have lectured on this. How to train yourself into giving 100% of who you are to this moment you are in. At this moment, I cannot do anything for my kids, I can’t do anything about the patients at work. The only thing I am doing is writing this blog post. So I can assure you, you are getting 100% of my current moments. This is “Living With Intention”, and once it is mastered, you will be amazed at how much you can accomplish, how much more quality the outcomes are, how much better the ones around you feel loved, and how much better you sleep, rest, and rejuvenate.

The moments we all collect along our way we can “tuck away in our back pocket and keep forever”, they become precious, they become a part of who we are.

But keep in mind, moments are like currency. They are like money. And once they are spent, they are spent. Unlike money, you cannot earn more. You can’t barter for more, trade for more, or ask for more. You don’t get awarded more just because you are a good person. Once they are spent. They are spent. Period.

What are you spending your moments on?

I hope I have offered you something to consider. Something to think about. If I have in some small way? Then the purpose of this post is complete.

Until next time………be kind……….always,

Polley93

Top 5 Favorites – Books

Greetings! And welcome to my little corner of the world. Thank you for stopping by and spending a moment or two here with me. I truly appreciate it.

Today I will be reviewing my top five books, but I must be honest. I could not narrow it down to five. I am a chronic reader, and I tried and tried, but could only hone it down to eight. So here are my top five (not) favorite books. I have read them all, more than once, and highly recommend them all. They have become staples in my library and I could pick any of these up at any time and read them again. I will just give an overview without any spoiler alerts necessary.

BURY MY HEART AT WOUNDED KNEE BY DEE BROWN

This book is one of the most interesting “history” books I believe I have ever read. This is a major scar on American history. It is the story of the holocaust of the Native American. It is written tribe by tribe, event by event, and leader by leader. It is heart wrenching but real.

TUESDAYS WITH MORRIE BY MITCH ALBOM

This book has literally become my bible. I remember years ago when my kids were in bed, I was washing dishes with the tv on in the background, and Ted Coppel was on. This was a late night news kind of show. I remember being drawn to this interview with an old man in a bed, and he was dying. He knew he was dying and what he spoke of was literally profound. This is the story of second chances. His favorite student, and author of this book, Mitch Albom (Morrie was a college Professor) met up again years later, and they ended up meeting every Tuesday so Mitch Albom could write his story. It was one final class. It was a lesson on how to live. I HIGHLY HIGHLY HIGHLY recommend this one. My number one favorite book of all time and I read it at least twice a year.

EAST OF EDEN BY JOHN STEINBECK

John Steinbeck. A classic and fantastic American author. This is a deep novel about morals, right and wrong, good vs evil, family, and redemption. This is hands down, a must read. It has so much interwoven into the story, that if you read it again, it gives a whole new perspective.

WRONG PLACE WRONG TIME BY DAVID PERLMUTTER

This was a random find. I started writing my first novel in 2014 and was on a frenzy finding other novice authors on the infamous Twitter. I found this book and literally could not put it down. I contacted the author, who was very helpful and we became friends. Since then, this book has been promoted and bought worldwide and is currently being made into a film. It’s a true story and is mesmerizing. Highly recommend.

SAPIENS BY YUVAL NOAH HARARI

You would think that a book written about the history of humankind would be……well……kinda boring. Not in the slightest! I have never read a book about such in depth subject matter that was so reader friendly. It is one of those “surprises” that you had a difficult time putting down. I learned so much from reading this that it would take me a week to explain. An added bonus was the pages were shiny and different, and I loved that! If you are ever drawn to read this book, do NOT hesitate, just do it. I have one word for this brilliant work. WOW!

FLOWERS FOR ALGERNON BY DANIEL KEYES

A definite must read. This isn’t a terribly long book and you can get through it in a couple  of days, but oh my! Does it have a lot to say and make you think. The story is about Charlie, who is mentally retarded but is reasonably functional. He has a job at a bakery as a janitor and delivery person. He was chosen for an experimental surgery to enhance his intelligence and befriends a mouse who had the same procedure done. The main theme of this story Is; Is it better to be intelligent so you see the harshness of reality in a sometimes cruel world? Or is it better to be simple so everything seems beautiful. Simply a must read.

UNBROKEN BY LAURA HILLENBRAND

This is the story of Louie Zamperini who as a child was always in trouble. His solace was running which he became proficient in and ended up on the 1936 Olympic Team. WWI broke out and he went to war, his plane was shot down, he spent 47 days afloat in a rubber raft and was captured by the Japanese and ended up in a labor camp full of injustice and terrible abuse because of his notoriety. This is a story of redemption and strength. It was simply amazing. A true survivor story.

LIFE IN A JAR BY JACK MYER

I have always been a little obsessed with the Holocaust and the stories of survival that came from that horrific time. This is one of those stories. It is about four school girls who had to do a history project somewhere in Kansas when they ran across a little blurb in one of their history books about a woman named Irene Sandler and how she had saved 2500 children from their demise from that time in history. Very little information was available about this person so they went on an information hunt. Ended up writing a play performing it, and found Irena Sandler over in Poland. Who, indeed, had saved over 2500 children. She wrote each of their names on a slip of paper, put it in a jar and buried it under an apple tree in hopes of someday reuniting them with their families after the war. The girls were able to get to Poland and meet this amazing woman. She died nine days after this, she was 98. Poland declared 2018 as “The Year of Irena Sandler”. This is an absolute must read.

Honestly? I could have a list of a hundred must reads. But for now, these are my top eight. I say “top” as I could pick any one of these books up, at any time, and read them again without hesitation. I promise you, you will feel the same.

Until next time……..be kind……always,

Polley93

Get Organized With Me!

Greetings and welcome to my little corner of the world. I thank you for stopping by and spending some moments with me.

I have been asked to write a blog post about how I organize my time. We all have different lives and responsibilities, and must plan time accordingly. This post is simply how I do it for my life and hopefully you can pick up a pearl or two to add to your daily life.

I am a very busy healthcare provider seeing at least 20 patients on any given day. I usually get to work between 7 or 8 in the morning and stay until about 7:30 at night I am in the middle of writing a book and I post 3X/week on my blog about various subjects. I live alone so all the details of life are my responsibility. I have a very busy family but we are spread all over the US so that is a challenge of its own. There are some things that are very important to me personally like eating healthy, so I meal prep my meals a week at a time so I can bring breakfast, lunch and dinner with me to work. I like to exercise 5X/week, I meditate daily, I read at least an hour per day. I have to set some time aside just for me to stay reasonably sane. I like to write letters and not emails, and so somehow I have to organize my time or it would feel like a mountain that is impossible to climb.

First and foremost, I believe in WRITING THINGS DOWN. We all have thoughts, ideas, plans etc, but if they are not written down? They usually remain just that. Thoughts. Ideas. Plans.

I believe in planners. And I have used this planner for the past five years. I would be lost without it. It is a “Passion Planner” and I am simply in love with it. It comes in two sizes, dated or undated, academic calendar or the usual Jan – Dec. (and no, this is not a paid promo……it’s just what I use)

One thing I absolutely love about this planner is at the very beginning it helps you create your “passion plan”. A roadmap if you will to get you to where you want to be. You dream, let you mind go, and consider possibilities. You think this out, start breaking it down, and it gives you the timeline to get some of these things accomplished. It is because of this tool I have been able to travel abroad, get a good chunk of my first novel written, and run a reasonably successful blog. I am healthier, happier, and love having a plan to follow. I have plans to have a tiny house built as well. Without a passion plan? It would be a fleeting thought. But my Tiny House is a plan. Pretty exciting!

Monthly pages as with any planner, but this one actually has some extras that I love. A quote that is very motivating. Place to mention what the focus of this month is, a place to mention good things that have happened, personal and work lists, and a place of “infinite possibilities”……which is pretty awesome!

Weekly pages for the month that are broken down into half hour time slots. Amazing what you can get done in a mere 30 minutes if it is planned and written down. Again a motivational quote, to do lists both personal and work and “infinite possibilities” again. Just seeing that in the morning makes me think anything is possible!

So now I have my planner. I have completed my passion plan. But now? The hard part. Now this might seem time consuming at first, but believe me…..it works. I have a lot on my plate. And there are some things that are very important to me. I usually write it all down on post it notes and start to figure out how much time each task is going to take, think about my week, and start prioritizing.

I start with my month. And yes, I know we are pushing the halfway point in October, but November is set for me finishing my first draft of my novel so it would look a little boring. I write down all occasions (birthdays etc), Choose a day to grocery shop and meal prep (I prepare my meals one week at a time to free up evenings after work and eat healthier, highly recommend), my blog post days to stay on track, any trips or conferences I have to go to, and of course, the infamous work schedule. Of course things will come up, and I add them as they come.

Now here is the biggie. The big things that were on the monthly calendar I transfer over to the weekly. And I love color!

PINK –  my have-to’s (work, meal prep, laundry.)

BLUE – all things blogging and/or writing

GREEN – all things personal (exercise, meditation, letter writing, reading)

ORANGE – Self Care Time Just For Me – believe it or not, this must be PLANNED. If it is planned and written down? I look forward to it. It makes that patient day on Tuesday not seem so difficult. If I feel myself getting work out or drained? I know that time is coming and I can even nap it away if I want to!

So here you go! My typical week. I have become a master at using my “pockets of time” and this is where I can get a letter written, support some fellow bloggers, send an email or two, take a quick ten minute walk.

I do this every single week. Each night I look at the upcoming day, set the alarm accordingly, and I know what the day will hold (for the most part). It definitely works for me.

If you decide what’s important to you, what you wish to accomplish, break it down, and write it down, you will get more accomplished I promise you.

 

I am hoping that this was helpful in some way. I just know that it works for me. I don’t watch television too much except for maybe a football game when I’m working on my blog on Sunday afternoons.

Bottom line is this is what I have learned. Get in touch with what is important to you. We all have the same 24 hours. That isn’t going to change. But it is how we SPEND those 24 hours that counts. How much time are you wasting? Can you give up a few time sucking activities that are not in line with your long term goals? What is really important to you and what really isn’t? Have you really thought this out and adjusted accordingly? Time is fleeting. And when it’s gone, it’s gone. Don’t let time fly by you and wish you had started this days, weeks, months or years ago. There is no time like the present.

Until next time…….be kind……..always,

Polley93

 

London

Greetings! And welcome to my little corner of the world. As you are probably aware if you have followed my blog, I was born in England, so she will always have a special place in my heart. I have been back several times, and each time I fall more in love with London. It has got to be one of the world’s most fascinating cities. It has everything. The people, the old, the new, the history, the castles, the pageantry, the pubs, the food, the quirkiness. It has everything. You can say I am in love with London,

As an American, being in London makes you feel like you have stepped inside of a fairy tale. From the moment you step off the plane, see Unisex toilet signs, hear the accents, and see those black taxis……well you have stepped inside of page four. You have Queens and castles. You have football teams and colored scarves. You have fish and chips and beer and pubs. You have double decker buses and people speaking English words but you have no earthly clue what they are saying. The money is cool, the food is great, the people are friendly, every corner offers a new surprise. It’s endless.

Note: All photos are my own.

HYDE PARK

One of my favorite places in London, It’s a beautiful park. Wide walkways, endless views, statues, Italian gardens, THE Peter Pan STATUE!!!

TOWER OF LONDON

Seriously? King Henry VIII, the beefeaters, the gate where Anne was transported to her prison before she lost her head. You realize its not a Netflix film or a story, it is REAL. The ghosts are everywhere. Amazing Amazing place. Truly.

QUIRKY SIDE OF LONDON

London has a unique personality. Ton of different neighborhoods that are all different in their own right. You always run into things that are just typically London. Especially the pubs.

TOWER BRIDGE

Just the coolest bridge ever. It’s great to walk across the whole thing. No photo shot of this bridge is a bad one. It is a towering example of majesty.

BRITISH FARE

No words necessary.

London at Its best

There are endless treasures in London. Ive been there several times but have barely scratched the surface of the endless city. I will have to go back. I’m not sure when, but I will return!

After writing this and hunting down photos, I am homesick. I would love to hop a plane, eat fish and chips in the rain, sit on a park bench in Hyde Park all day with a notebook and pen and write, find a pastry or two with a hot cuppa, find fruit pastels and eat them until I’m ill, and those traditional English breakfasts? YESSSSSSS.

I need to start researching possibilities and start putting more money in that jar!!

Until next time……..be kind……..always,

Polley93

Random Acts of Kindness – Reaching Out to the Homeless

Greetings! And welcome to my little corner of the world. Thank you for spending your moments here with me.

The homeless. A big subject. And I feel there is a definite stigma to this whole thing. Similar to the stigma that follows Mental Illness. The stigma usually lives within the ignorant. The ones who sit and judge things that they haven’t taken the time to get beyond the lack of knowledge about. Without knowledge comes lack of empathy. Without empathy follows judgement. I don’t know a single person who chooses, or enjoys being mentally ill. It is a daily struggle, feeling alone, no answers to match the thousands of daily doubts and fears that come with.

Being homeless is no different. Who would want to live homeless? Sleeping on street corners and park benches. Being looked down upon, and being so hungry you hold up a cardboard sign on a street corner. I have heard statements such as:

They should work like the rest of us.

I won’t give them money, they will just use it on drugs.

They are just lazy.

People walk by, judging, elevating themselves as “better”. Better than what? Most of us are a paycheck or two or three away from being homeless ourselves. Add mental illness to the equation and you have many unmedicated, unsupported, poor, hungry, people literally living on the street. On the STREET. No where to shower, use a restroom, just rest their bodies. Rest their souls.

Nobody should live like that.

Now, none of us can save the world.. Fix the homeless catastrophe. Many believe if they can’t do something big, worthy, notable, well then……they just do nothing. I have always believed it takes many to do a little, as opposed to a few doing it all.

My mantra: Do what you can. With what you have. Where you are. So I have adopted this ideology into my daily life. No matter what town I’m in, what I’m doing, not being dependent on how much extra money I may or may not have. I can always do SOMETHING.

So here’s what I have started to do. My little contribution. May not make a difference to the masses But I know it has made a difference to the few. I collect things on sale and save it in a box. I get quart sized ziplock bags and fill them with some randomness, a few necessities, and a love note. Letting them know that someone cares. With a positive quote or whatever strikes me at the time.

Here’s an example of things I put in my bags I hand out to strangers. And I have to admit, some have become friends. I have learned more from the homeless people I have hung out with than I could ever impart. It has been a life habit I am thankful I have adopted. It’s just my little contribution.

I have bought a loaf of bread, sandwich meat and cheese, turned it into sandwiches, fruit and small bags of chips and hung out at a homeless park. The pureness of heart and the absolute gratitude by sharing simple sandwiches is overwhelming. To hear the stories, of how they got to where they are, their hopes and dreams are not too different than mine. To be accepted, loved, and to feel safe. And I have never done this where I wasn’t offered to share what little they had. One time I got a rock. A rock! But it was a “lucky rock” that a man had carried in his pocket for over a year. I still have it. Precious to me.

I lived up in Ukiah California, which is about an hour and a half north of San Francisco in a hotel. As I walked to my car, I noticed a man with a bike, rummaging through the trash. Heartbreaking. I went to a restaurant across the road and bought two breakfasts to go and two coffees. I went back to the parking lot, and he was still at it. I walked over to him and said hello. He immediately looked at me, with shame, and guilt hidden behind his eyes. I introduced myself and shook his hand. I asked him what he was looking for. He just said two words. “I’m hungry”. I invited him to come sit on this small wall with me that was in this parking lot. I offered him breakfast and we sat there for over an hour. We ate, we shared stories, we laughed, we cried as well.

I’m nothing special. I struggle just like we all do. I have a busy job, and I’m alone most of the time. But I do what I can. With what I have. Where I am. And I’m telling you, it makes a difference. He probably gave me more than I gave to him that day.
His name was Elias. And he is my friend.

I am hoping that if your eyes have reached this far, that you can collect a pearl to take away with you. Perhaps something to think about.

Until next time……..be kind……always,

Polley93

Writing A Book

Greetings and welcome to my little corner of the world. Thank you so very much for stopping by and spending your moments here.

Writing a book. As always, there is a story behind this. A “method to my madness” so to speak. I have always loved to write. I have always loved to read. I educated myself along with my children, and thought I would write a book about what it was like to be a Healthcare Provider in a very broken healthcare system. I had visions of research and graphs and all kinds of amazing data. I thought I couldn’t do it from simply an Arizona perspective so I started traveling out there to different locations to see how Healthcare was in different areas of the country. It was the same. Broken. So now I was ready to write a book.

I invested in a new laptop and got all organized and started writing. Lo and behold what came out of my fingertips was not educated and PhD’ish and graphs and data. It was about a little boy who woke up in a different land. I kid you not.

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Whaaaaattt???? Where the hell did this come from? I honestly have no idea. None.

This has been a work in progress. I have picked it up and put it down more times than I can count. Every time I pick it up and read it, I can’t believe I wrote it. I get inspired, write a few more chapters and repeat. I still don’t have any idea how this story will end or what will happen, I truly don’t. I just know that there are people, personalities, beliefs, quotes, places etc from my life that is woven, unintentionally, into every page, I find that pretty amazing.

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I will be participating again in NaNoWriMo this year. I started this book during that back in 2014 (thats when I started this blog, although it was in a coma for almost three years, just gave the blog CPR and am committed now) I am considering finishing my first draft during November. Considering.

And so here you go! My preface and the beginning of my book. About Eli and his adventures. It has a little bit of everything in it. It literally has become may fifth child. Please leave a comment with criticism if you would. For us novice writers, that is the  best gift in the world. Sometimes we are way too close and cannot see the forest for the trees.

264 MOONS – PREFACE

Eli laid on the soft mat he called his safe place for all of the circles of life he had memory of. His mat was flush with the floor of the awkward structure he called his home. It was only he and his mother residing there. One single thought of his mother filled his heart to the brim with that overflowing feeling of warmth. The feeling he could only describe as safe, comfort and love. Eli had lived nine circles. He was facing a small window to the side of his mat looking at the moon and letting his thoughts float without direction or purpose. It was the 264th moon. Usually this was a good thing. Looking at the moon at the end of every day was something special he and is mother would share every night together. They had gazed upon hundreds and hundreds of them together as they shared their thoughts and dreams in the quiet. The orange moon did not happen often, but when it did, Eli thought you could almost reach out and touch it. The orange moon was so full, round and big that it seemed to kiss the earth and linger there. Eli loved those nights.  It was on those nights something special happened. the light and color of that orange moon skimmed over the hills and the huts and made everything glow and almost sparkle. The moon could keep you company on those nights where sleep stayed distant and thoughts ran wild. Eli learned to depend on the moon. For some unexplained reason, he would feel comforted just looking up in the dark and seeing it hanging there. Different shapes at times, but faithful.

Eli loved the moon. but not this one. Not the 264th moon during the ninth circle of his life. Eli thought if he shut his eyes tightly enough perhaps he could drown out the light of that dreaded moon. Why did it have to be this way? And why him? He wasn’t special. Just a boy with a mother who had lived in this land for all of the circles of his life. Who created this life changing rule that on the 264th moon, a boy with only nine circles of life behind him, could possibly wake up in a new land, knowing nothing about it, and knowing not a soul? There were only three other lands that were spoken of and they all sounded frightening. Were there other boys that were in their ninth circle of life laying on their mats having similar thoughts? Are they afraid? Will they miss their mothers as much as he would miss his mother every single day and with every moon he gazed upon at night? Eli had never lived even one moon of one circle without his mother. As his eyes became heavier, and the more he fought, the closer he got to drifting off to sleep. Then the light of that 264th moon would creep in through his window and he would slowly open his eyes; and shudder.

Like I said…..work in progress.

I don’t know if I will self publish. I don’t have any idea about book covers, marketing, or next step in this process. I think I basically need to get this first draft completed (November 30, 2018 – Thanks NaNo!) Edit it. And get some beta readers to cut it up, slice and dice it. Then I will figure the rest out!

Hope you enjoyed a teaser of my first novel. I would so much appreciate a comment from you some criticism, anything to help me move forward with this literary journey, where I literally am flying by the seat of my pants!

Until next time……..be kind……..always,

Polley93

Minimalism – What is it?

Greetings and welcome to my little corner of the world. As always, I thank you for stopping by and spending a few of your moments here with me. I have always maintained that the most precious thing we have, is our moments. Once they are spent, they are gone. So I appreciate you. And I mean that.

Remember always……you are enough. You always have been, you always will be.

I was out visiting my son a couple of years ago, in Denver, and he suggested a Netflix show. Honestly? It didn’t sound too interesting to me, but I trust my son and went with it. Minimalism. What the heck was minimalism and what was I about to spend my next who knows how many moments on? He told me “think you’re really gonna like this one mom”. Trust took over. Cue up the show. Get comfy. Press play.

The opinions in this blog are simply my own. Just how I choose to live my life. No more and no less. Keep an open mind!

Little did I realize my life was about to change.

This documentary touched on so many things I believe in. Primarily consumerism. The rat race. The hectic race to get to nowhere. The thought that when we get that house we can be happy. When we get that raise then all will be well. When I can afford that new car life will be better. Keeping up with the insanity of fashion that is programmed through advertising and social media to change literally every seven days. So good luck keeping up with that. We need to afford better food, a nicer garden, a club membership, new furniture, the latest makeup break through, that new work out program, that vacation way over THERE. Bigger and better. Keep up! Keep up! Don’t be left behind! Keep the hell UP!

Exhausting. And what is it all for? You work hard, get the house, the car, the membership, the wardrobe, wearing the latest makeup, going on the vacation that you are too exhausted to enjoy, freak out at the balance on your credit card, and repeat. By this time, the newer versions of your car are advertised, the fashion has changed and your closet is outdated, the makeup is taking up enormous room in your bathroom, and the race……..the race continues. You see? It’s created that way. To be an ongoing race. So that we are made to believe we need more. We deserve more. So we spend more. Get an extra credit card, I mean, we deserve it right?

Wrong…….so wrong.

img_1716Minimalism. A new concept for me. Living with less. What does that mean? I watched the Netflix documentary at least a dozen times. And it resonated with me in a big way. Why do we need so much “stuff”? Why is it that when I go into a store I come out with ten more things than I went in there for? Shrinking my life down sounded really good to me.

I had already given up my rented home, stored my belongings in a 10×10′ storage unit, gave my car to my son, took a job traveling to different locations (mostly outlying as I like to treat the poor and homeless), they put me up with somewhere safe to live, and a rental car to commute back and forth to work. So I felt after learning more about minimalism, I had a good start without  even realizing that was what I was doing. The next big thing I did was get rid of every single recurrent payment, membership, and bill I possibly could. I cancelled my makeup monthly deliveries (most of it I was giving away or using once and it found its home under the bathroom counter) cancelled Netflix, gym membership, several other monthly memberships I had myself convinced I “deserved”. Everything. I am proud to say the only bills I have now is a cell phone bill, my storage bill, and the IRS (thats another blog, don’t get me started on how corrupt the American IRS is……..)

So? It began. I started really thinking about what I NEEDED. Different concept. I started with the concept of going through almost everything, every little thing, and ask myself “will I use this in the next 30 days?” If the answer was honestly “No” I put it in a box. What was left I asked “will I use this in the next 90 days?” Again, if the answer was “No” I put it in the box. Everything that was boxed was either sold, given away to charity or pitched out. And I mean I went through everything. My clothes, makeup, books, (bought a Kindle and store all my books on it) personal items, everything down to my sock drawer. Do I really need a full drawer of socks? Nope. I kept my four favorite pair, the rest went.

After that I did “30 in 30”. On the first, I got rid of one thing. Perhaps a pencil or a pen. On day two I got rid of two things. And so on. It got pretty difficult after the 20th. But I finished the month.

The next thing I did was pack up like I was moving. By this time, I’m traveling and living in each location for 3-6 months. I packed like I was moving. I didn’t realize how much crap I brought with me! I packed everything. And I took out what I needed. After 30 days if I didn’t wear it, use it, or need it. It got donated. I have to be honest and say that parting with some items was difficult. But not impossible.

Now what is the purpose in this. I will tell you. I learned that there is an ocean of difference between “want” and “need”. I don’t need eight coffee cups. I don’t need twelve pair of jeans. I don’t need fourteen boxes of stationary and forty pens. My life has been recreated to have what I need. And every item I have I love. Everything. Down to my coffee cup. My shoes. Every outfit. My limited make up collection that I actually USE. For me? I feel free.

I buy what I need at the store. I use what I have. I don’t have “fluff”. And so what has this done for me?

No debt.

Lots of money at the end of the month instead of too much month at the end of the money.

Ability to help my kids, with life, with extras, with whatever.

I can travel. To those far away places, enjoy every moment. As Im not spending time figuring out budgets and payments and cleaning dishes and putting stuff away etc etc. I am going to be able to take my daughter to Greece for two weeks in December. Who would have thoughts a single mom could travel like that?

I have more time for me. That down time. That Me time. It’s always there. Because I’m not spending my time with clutter. Physical clutter. Emotional clutter. It has shrunk down to a crazy busy chaotic existence to a place of peace where I have time to choose. To invest. To spend the way my heart desires to.

I have learned that living with less is more. I realize this isn’t for everyone. But I’m so thankful for that day when my son mentioned some random documentary that I watched. And watched it again. It truly changed my life.

Im not a perfect Minimalist. There is no recipe or right or wrong way. It is simply a different way to think. To live. To use. And to step away a little bit from consumerism and its hold on most of us.  It definitely is a process. But my journey is well on its way. I am planning on getting a Tiny House built. As I won’t need more than that and it will be perfect for my simple life, All I need is a place to write! When I travel I don’t buy a ton of trinkets but one postcard from every city I travel to. It will serve as great wallpaper for one of my walls in my tiny home. Call it a goal.

Highly recommend watching this. Netflix. They have books out as well. Worth the read for certain.

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No, I’m not crazy. Well……not that crazy! I have adopted a different way to live, and it is a beautiful thing. I hope you have been able to grab a pearl somewhere within this blog to save for yourself.

Until the next time……..be kind……always,

Polley93

Paradigm Shift

Greetings and welcome to my little corner of the world.

This blog post will be a little different. No photos, or trips, or any of the other random things I post about.

Let me tell you a story.

A man climbed onto the train to finally go home after a completely exhausting and discouraging work day.  He slumped onto an empty seat on a primarily empty train. He didn’t realize he was heading home so late, Good God the wife won’t be happy, as he never called to let her know. He settled in, as settled in as you could get on a train, and anticipated the hour commute home. He had no thankful bone in his body. He grabbed his cell phone out of his pocket only to see he had 4% battery left. Perfect. He tucked it into his worn and weathered briefcase, next to the four packages of sweets he reluctantly bought from one of his colleagues, which he internally was NOT happy about. Who does that? Sells useless crap at work that you feel obligated to buy as you don’t want to be THAT one. He could have spent that money on a hundred different things. He looked out the window, as the sky darkened and it started to pour. Can this day get any worse? Leave a job where you are unappreciated, with a briefcase full of sugar that he never even wanted, to a cold dinner and an angry wife in the pouring rain.

The train stopped and he was startled by loud singing, and not even GOOD singing, at loud and awkward laughter and the train doors opened. They opened to let four little children run SCREAMING onto this train. His train. His empty train car that he had to himself to wallow in his well deserved self-pity. The children seated themselves in random seats, not even together. They were disheveled and unkempt, almost dirty. They could all use a good scrubbing! The youngest little girl had matted hair in the back and he wasn’t altogether sure it wasn’t gum!  And a very tired stranger. sat down in the seats opposite of the man. The children were throwing things and singing that damn song! They would screech out words and then at the loudest and highest parts, they would all be quiet for eight, nine, ten beats and then continue on. The noise to his aching Brain was almost intolerable. They repeated the song over and over. How could this tired looking  stranger allow his children to behave in this ill manner? Wasn’t he going to say something? The man shifted in his seat and made an obviously disgusted groan that got the tired strangers attention.

The tired stranger leaned in and quietly said,

“Excuse me sir, I apologize for my children, and the noise. I’m sure you didn’t expect this on your trip.” You bet I most certainly did not, the man thought in his head and felt he was about to pop off and give this gent a piece of his mind. Seriously! He had a horrible day and just wanted a quiet commute home! Was that too much to ask? But the stranger continued.

“You see, their mother has been very ill. We have been at the hospital for five straight days, and she passed away this evening. The last thing my wife said to them is “Never forget to play. Never forget to sing. Never forget to sing our song. I will always be singing my part right along with you, even if you can’t hear me, I will be singing”

“So you see. They are just doing what their mother asked. A little loud I realize, but they are doing the best they can.”

The man almost choked on the tears that he felt streaming down his face. He looked down feeling very selfish. He slowly looked up at the children. They looked different. now. They looked tired. They looked sad. They sang that song, and they let their mother sing her part. They were coping, and doing the best they could in a situation they did not understand. The song was no longer loud and irritating. Instead it sounded like grief.

His stop came. He reached down in his brief case and handed the man the four packages of sweets that not only an hour ago were another reason to wallow in self-pity. The children all thanked him for the sweets as he went toward the door of the train. Before he left the little girl, with the gum in her hair, hugged his leg, and smiled faintly.

He was  never so glad to have bought sweets in his life. He looked forward to a cold dinner. The rain felt cool and cleansing now. He would hug his wife and say he was sorry and be so very thankful she would be waiting there in their little house on the corner. Oh so very thankful.

Paradigm Shift.  A fundamental change in underlying assumptions. Walking a mile in another’s shoes. Viewing from the other side of the line. A new view.

It can change everything.  So before you believe you have it all figured out. Before you judge a situation, an event, a person, I hope you will remember this story. Remember how in a split second, the whole understanding can be changed, altered, improved.

We ALL have a story.

Until next time…….be kind…….always,

Polley93

Networking & Friendships for Bloggers – Follow Up Friday!

Greetings and welcome to Follow Up Friday!

Two weeks ago both @RachaelHope90 and myself reached out with a Networking idea. A way to connect, learn, grow, and promote. A “Follow Train” that doesn’t move only to get lost in the twitter feed. Something that will stay here and keep growing. Leave your name, blog, and content description and join us! We grow stronger, wiser, and better bloggers by supporting each other!

Thank you to the following TEAM PLAYERS!! Who have already seen the value in this and have joined together to follow, support and promote each other.

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Here we go!!

Thank you to the following – The “founders” of our group! Make sure you give them all a follow, check out their blog, Comment and RETWEET!! And, of course, ADD YOURSELF!!

BECCA BLOGS IT OUT

http://www.beccablogsitout.com   “I blog mostly about parenting (I’m a twin mum) and mental health.

MY BEST FRIEND ADELINE

http://kindness-conpassion-and-coaching.com   “I’m Joan and I blog about all things positive – providing support and reassurance especially to those who may be facing mental health struggles.

RACHAEL HOPE

I’m Rachael and I write about blogging and social media tips! I also design notebooks and such.  https://rachaelhope.co.uk

LEE

HI, My name is Lee and my blog talks about my journey with Mental Health. I have been living with Anxiety and Emetophobia for 11 years and have learned how to accept it as a part of me. I hope to spread awareness, positivity and help others. http://www.worrynotdotblog.wordpress.com

STEWARTLUWAWA

My name is Stewart and my blog posts are all based on travel, lifestyle, mental health and general tips about life through my own experiences. https://www.stewartluwawa.com

JO

I’m Jo and I blog about all sorts at https://www.arosetintedworld.co.uk

NATALIE BATES

I’m a UK travel blogger, on a mission to visit all. 50 states of the US. http://www.backinamerica.co.uk

BRUTALLY HONEST BLOGGER

I blog about literally anything tbh. https://www.mranythinggoes.com

NIAMH R BLOGS

My blog started as a music/film blog for one of my uni modules but has evolved into a blog of all of my ideas to date. http://www.niamhrblogs.wordpress.com

FINDINGSATORIBLOG

I’m Astoria. I talk about my experiences with my mental illness and self help as well., http://www.findingsatoriblog.wordpress.com

LIFEATHOME

I am Sana. I mostly blog about self care and parenting. http://www.lifeathome.co.in

BEXA

I blog about crafts, creativeness, travel and lifestyle. http://www.hellobexa.com

POLLY THOMPSON

I am a midlife crisis survivor working my way through a bucket list and trying to sort my house so I can finally go traveling. https://www.pollyspad.blog/blog/

OUR CARPE DIEM

It is first and foremost a travel blog, but it also includes money stuff, blogging frustrations and a side of multiple sclerosis. http://www.ourcarpediem.com

NANCY MULLIGAN

I’m Nancy and my blog challenges you to grow thru self awareness and daily challenges. http://www.myeverydaychallenges.com

ITSNADIANELSON

Ia write about my travels, food, life, photography and books. http://www.nadianelson,com

SCYLLATERMINUS

I’m Scylla. I primarily focus on philosophy, law, books and general musings. https://www.seeinginthetwilight.wordpress.com

HEALTHYABSBLOG

I write about food, fitness and lifestyle at http://www.healthyabsblog.wordpress.com

SAMANTHA WRIGHT

I’m Samantha, and I post about anything and everything that I can. I like writing about my tinder tales and dating dilemmas! http://www.somesilverlinings.blogspot.com

And again, I encourage you to join us. Leave you info in the comments.

Until next time…….be kind…….always,

Polley93