Talk about going out like a lion!
Let's end this very . . . trying . . . month with some thoughts on my One Little Word this year.
I'll begin with a little trip down memory lane . . . to my 18th birthday . . . way back in 1977.
For my birthday that year (my senior year in high school), I received a gift (I think it was from my sister, although it might have been from my mom) that I had been coveting for some months. It was what I called at the time . . . an "empty book" -- just a plain bound book full of blank pages.
I know that sounds silly these days -- because you can go to any brick-and-mortar book or stationery store - or anywhere online - and find dozens upon dozens of "empty books." But back in 1977, you couldn't. You could buy diaries (by year, and often with a lock) (and I did have a new one of those every year), but blank journals just weren't A Thing yet.
When I first saw one (I think at our local Hallmark store), I was entranced! I had to have it!
I still have it. . .
It's nearly full.
I used it to collect "sayings" (as I called them then). And poems. I drew in it a bit. Practiced calligraphy. There are LOTS of song lyrics in there! Sometimes friends wrote things they thought I might like in my "empty book" (with my permission). Unfortnately, I didn't always attribute the "sayings" or poems to their authors. And I didn't date any of my entries. But I know I started right out in March 1977 . . . and put the book away about the same time I graduated from college. (There are no dates, but just based on the types of things I was writing down, I can tell what was going on in my life: new love, break-ups, betrayals, growing up, discovering my own life.)
Here's the first page . . . the very first things I captured in my "empty book" back in March 1977 . . .
Let's take a closer look at the sideways writing on the right-hand side of that page . . .
"Don't push the river . . . it flows by itself."
You can probably HEAR my kids rolling their eyes out there right this moment. Because this has been a constant mantra in my life . . . well . . . since 1977 (at least). And my kids heard it PLENTY as they were going through rough patches in their lives growing up. Although I didn't attribute the quote to anyone at all, it turns out it's from Frederick S. Perls, who is the father of Gestalt therapy. (Who knew?)
When I chose FLOW as my word for 2020, my first thought was, of course, "don't push the river . . . it flows by itself."
Pretty much a lifetime mantra for me.
How could I have known that it would be more important than ever for me this year?
These March days have been all about me . . . trying to push the river. Wanting to control things I can't control. Worrying. Stressing. Struggling.
It's time to quit pushing.
And let it flow.
What have you learned from your word this month?
Also -- thank you so much for all the wonderful birthday wishes yesterday! You all made my self-isolating, social-distancing birthday so much nicer! (What would I do without this commUNITY???)