Sitting in the kitchen the other day, my husband walked in and said, “They’re already putting out school supplies at the store. It's only the beginning of July!” "Give it a week," I said. "You'll be seeing Christmas displays everywhere." We both scoffed. He said, “No wonder time’s flying the way it is! The future is practically forced upon us. This would be a good blog subject.” I agreed, but with no intention of writing about it. Why? Because when someone else suggests a topic, I feel it’s already been claimed. In other words, I’m not going to write about an idea that came from somebody else, and try to pass it off as my own. Of course, if I ever start getting paid for this blog, the tune of my whistle might change. Until then, I must remain ethical. However, yesterday while at the craft store, I saw the clerks clearing isles, making room for the impending holiday season. My eyes scanned scarecrows and tombstones, witch's cauldrons and skeletons. I thought, “Either Michael’s is trying to appeal to crafty occultists, or my husband was on to something.” It’s like there’s this whole cultural scare about time running out, yet we can't help but be obsessed with the future. “Live every day like is your last! But don't forget to prepare for Valentine’s Day ten months in advance!” We’ve become so consumed with preparing for tomorrow, it's sucking all the time out of today. I understand that the ever-growing pace at which time passes is up for debate. Some say it’s linked to the continuous expansion of the Universe. But any time I can make myself feel righteous, I do, so that’s why I blame everything on either, A) the government, or B) the marketing industry. In this case, it's the latter. Marketers cram the inadequacy of the present moment down our throats. Again, once the marketing industry starts making money for me, I won’t be stickin’ it to the man anymore. I’m not too proud to say it. I’ll be like, “Buy my book in August, it’ll be a great stocking stuffer!” But I digress. What I'm saying is, we can't even enjoy the Fourth of July without being forced to start thinking about Halloween. Maybe this is one of the reasons time is flying by so quickly. We live for the future. This has me wanting to take the subject one step further. Let's move beyond the fear-mongering marketing industry and get a little more existential. We need to remember that time is as infinite as space. Just like the size of the Universe, it can’t be measured. That’s a pretty big idea to wrap your mind around; at least it is for me. “Whoa…like…whoa…” But it’s true. The idea that something so infinite can be managed by the human race is a ridiculous illusion. However, what we can manage is perspective. Think about it. When a day is moving too slowly for you, you tell yourself, “It’s usually tomorrow by now—this day is dragging ass!” The same thing with a quick day. “It’s ten o’clock already? I'm running out of time!” We do this and end up manifesting the very thing we stress about. I'm reminded of my first blog post. I wrote about running late. How I typically stress, “I’m late, I’m late, I’m late!” This stress invariably opens the time vacuum and I end up being even later than I should’ve been. But that day, I was like “Whatevs” and inexplicably arrived at my destination early. It was all perspective, right? So here's what I propose: "Perspective Management" Try and tell yourself the outcome you want is the only outcome there is. Create the day ahead of you instead of waiting to react to a circumstance. See how this affects your time. All this from school supplies and Halloween décor? Yep. Michelleread more
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So you’re standing in front of a rollercoaster, contemplating whether or not you should ride. You typically wouldn’t. You’re more of a merry-go-round type of person. But for whatever reason—maybe it’s the promise of adventure, perhaps it’s the scent of funnel cakes floating on the breeze—something has you curious today. You just might hand your ticket over to the weird, chain-smoking carnie and hop on. You look at the tracks in front of you. With every peak and dip, your heart beats faster. You see twists, turns, one loop after another. Then your eyes go to the merry-go-round in the near distance and you can’t help but compare the predictability of that ride to the one you’re standing in front of. There is no predicting a rollercoaster. How you’ll feel when you shoot towards the sky and plummet back down, the sensations that will course through you when you’re upside down, the fear, the exhilaration—you have no idea what will happen. The cart could stall or jump the track completely. There’s no safety net and no guarantee that you’ll make it to the end. “Rollercoaster, merry-go-round…merry-go-round, rollercoaster.” You go back and forth. The merry-go-round spins, slowly and delicately. Friendly wooden horses bob up and down as gentle as can be. There are no flashing lights, no hazards. You could choose this ride and avoid facing all the potential pain the rollercoaster might have in store—the uncertainty, the risk. You could turn away and prevent this discomfort… Or you could be missing out on the ride of your life. Which one are you going to choose? Michelleread more
I have awakened from my bloglessness! While over the last few weeks I’ve been focused on other projects, I feel a surge of inspiration this morning. Energetic and motivated. Ready to point at the world with double finger-guns and be like, “Hey World, you’re alright.” I didn’t even hit snooze on my alarm this morning. WHAT? Yeah, I said it. So here’s my day ahead: -A family trip to the big city. -Shoe shopping for the kids because I’m trying to nurture an affinity my daughter and I can both share. -Wallet shopping for my seven year-old because, evidently, he’s obsessed with wallets now. -Lunch at Grimaldi’s Pizza Kitchen and not Chuck-E-Cheese’s because I want this good mood to sustain itself throughout the entirety of the day. -Grocery shopping. With both kids begging for Coco Puffs and dollar toys the whole time? If I could say “Bring that shizz,” and bump fists with someone older than seven at this moment, I would. Once the day ends and I've submitted chapters to my editor (fulfilling a deadline with time left to spare), I fully plan on lighting candles, popping a bottle of champagne, and taking a long, bad ass bubble bath in celebration of my positive book review. I get to celebrate on a random Wednesday? How cool is my life, I mean seriously. Michelleread more
I'd really love today's entry to move my readers. I want it to be thought-provoking. Inspiring. An entry that will make you all sit back and think, "My god, I'm so glad I read this today." However, seeing that I've been sitting in front of my grocery list for 15 minutes and can't think of what to write, I doubt my blog will have the power to move mountains today. It looks like "milk" and "aluminum foil" are about as creative as I'm going to get. Talk to you on Monday, my goddess readers. Michelleread more