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My Bloggy Wog or Why I Love Russell Brand

Posted by on Sep 8, 2014 in Blog | 1 comment

My Bloggy Wog or Why I Love Russell Brand

“I don’t want to talk down to people. I don’t think that people are stupid and illiterate and uninterested. I really, really have faith in humanity.” – Russell Brand

“Well, this all seems like a bit of a storm in a teacup.” – Russell Brand

I don’t know Russell Brand personally, but I will say here and now that I think he’s pretty awesome. I love smart, interesting people who are willing to lay themselves bare and in my humble opinion, Mr. Brand fits this description. While many people might dub Brand as one hot mess, I find in him qualities well worth emulating.

So, in no particular order here are just a few of things I love about Russell Brand.

  • Not only is he willing to take risks, he’s willing to take big, audacious risks. He puts himself out there again and again and again. Sometimes he’s hugely successful and other times it is all a colossal failure. Either way…
  • He is totally and completely willing to own his mistakes and confront his problems. He’s done bad stuff. He’s had horrendous errors in judgement just like all of us. Rather than run and hide or make excuses or try to pin the blame on someone else, he takes responsibility for it. He just says, yep, that wasn’t the best idea. I kind of screwed up, and…
  • He just keeps on keeping on. He has good days. He has bad days. He has happy days. He has sad days. Regardless, of what is going on in his life he just keeps moving forward, while…
  • Honestly stating what he truly believes. Whether expressing his beliefs on religion or his opinion of politics or his views on society, he is unapologetic in stating his truth because…
  • At the end of the day, he chooses to be fully, authentically who he is, and in my humble opinion there is no thing more noble then just being brave enough to show up in the world everyday being who we truly are with no walls to hide behind and no charades to mask our truth.

We can roll our eyes at his antics. We can disagree with his opinions. We can despair at his missteps or laugh at the fact that he wears his heart on his sleeve. What we can’t do is dismiss the fact that he is willing to follow that heart even when he knows people might disagree or judge or even mock him.

For me this is key because when I look at the people I most admire, the people I most respect, the people I find most compelling, it’s not the ones who sit on the sidelines. It’s not the conformist I hope to be like. No. I love the rebels, the rule breakers, and the people willing to stand firm in their beliefs. I love those willing to say, “take me or leave me this is who I am.”

I love the person willing to sacrifice their life rather than refute their truth, the individual willing to stand up to the bully, the person brave enough to state their opinion and those strong enough to hear it. I love the people who speak out against evil, those who use their time and resources to help the less fortunate, and the ones who openly express their love and compassion. I love anyone who is willing to face down personal demons and works hard to be a better human being.

Brand isn’t a conformist. He doesn’t choose to dim his light to make those around him feel more comfortable and in the end this makes many people uncomfortable. I think it’s sad that we as a society feel we have to “put people it their place” just because they don’t follow the status quo or in order to make us feel better.

In all honesty, I do believe a lot of what we see in Brand’s public persona is part of his act, but his act is built on the kernel of his truth and in the end this is why I love Russell Brand.

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Blog Hop – Four Questions

Posted by on Jun 10, 2014 in Blog | 2 comments

Blog Hop – Four Questions

I’ve had the privilege of being both a participant and of working behind the scenes with Sue Ann Gleason, so when she invited me to join her on this blog hop, I said yes without hesitation. Any opportunity to work with her or learn from her are ones I refuse to miss. Over the years she’s taught me the importance of savoring every morsel of food and life and the value of really good chocolate.

For this blog hop, I, along with a host of other writers and artists have been asked to answer four questions about our work and share the answers on our websites. We’ve also been asked to invite three other writers or artists that we admire to join us.

I have a difficult time calling myself a writer, but if I’m honest, I’ve been writing my entire life. I grew up whiling away hours with the stories I made up in my mind. Even though it took me a long time to put fingertips to keypad, I know deep down I’m a writer at heart.

1) What am I working on/writing? 

I decided to take a break from writing last May. I had been posting 500-1,000 words every week for a year and a half on my website and just felt like I didn’t have anything fresh to say. Looking back, I realize that what I really needed was a break from the intense interior work on my heart and mind in which I had been engaged. For the past three years, I had confronted my attitudes and issues and worked hard to change my mind one stinky thought at a time. Quite frankly, I was exhausted. I needed time to process everything I’d been through and I needed to live, really live again, in the physical world.

I never thought I’d stray from writing for so long. I cleaned closets and took meandering walks with my dogs and lingered over long dinners with family and friends. I studied Emotional Freedom Technique (EFT) and Feng Shui. As a professional organizer, I began to work with people on clearing their clutter and getting their physical spaces functional. I found that I loved this work and felt blessed as I watch the stress and shame melt away as they took ownership of their lives again. I found my voice coming back.

From these experiences, I began to write a book. I’m not sure how it will shape up, but my hope is that it will help people who are trapped in chaos move to a place of peace and calm.

2) How does my writing differ from others of its genre?

When I began writing, it was just extremely important to me that what my writing be as real and as authentic and honest as I could make it. I made the decision that I would only share directly from my personal experience.  I know this sounds incredibly ego-centric, but keeps me grounded and in the moment. I don’t know if it makes me different or not. I do believe it’s important for me to continue in this way.

3) Why do I write what I do?

I write what I write because it allows me to process my life. I also write for that other person who may be in a tough spot and who may, by reading about my journey, find a bit of peace or feel a bit of hope. In addition to the wonderful comments I receive on each post, I’ve had many people share their stories with me privately. If I can ease someone else’s suffering while making sense of my own journey, then this is something worth doing.

4) How does my writing process work?

I didn’t think I had a writing process. Posts seemed to turn up on my website every week. It felt a little like magic. Then I decided to start back up again and struggled mightily. I had to think back to how I churned out one or two posts every week and realized I did have process.

I write best first thing in the morning and like to do the bulk of my content then. I like to wake up, let the dogs out, meditate, make a glass of green juice, then crawl back into bed with my laptop. I’ll usually write for a few hours taking occasional mental breaks to check email or social media. I don’t like to talk to anyone while I’m writing and avoid answering the phone. I typically edit in the late afternoon or evenings.

Sadly, my life has not allowed me to easily fall back into this routine, and I’m really struggling right now to get back to the business of writing daily. I’m taking it one day at a time and being as loving as I can as I move through this transition. What else can I do?

A big thanks to Sue Ann Gleason for inviting me to be part of this blog hop. You can read her post here.

Sue Ann Gleason, creator of Chocolate for Breakfast, the Well-Nourished Woman, and the Luscious Legacy Project, is a lover of words, a strong believer in the power of imagination, and a champion for women who want to lead a more delicious, fully expressed life. Sue Ann has been featured in Oprah and Runner’s World magazines and numerous online publications. When not working with private clients or delivering online programs, she can be found sampling exotic chocolates, building broccoli forests in her mashed potatoes, or crawling into bed with freshly sharpened pencils and pages that turn.
Kimberly Widmer

 

 

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Making Space

Posted by on May 5, 2014 in Blog | 8 comments

Making Space

“When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.” ~ Lao Tzu

My daughter finally chose her dress for prom. A lovely black and gold number that I’m sure she’ll look stunning wearing. As she finalized the order, she realized she would need new shoes. She has a pair of strappy, silver heels, but they would clash with her dress.

It occurred to me that I might have exactly what she needed. Excitedly, I hurried to my closet and pulled two plastic shoe boxes down from the top shelf. Each box held one pair of shoes. These were my fancy shoes. Since we wear the same shoe size, one or the other should be perfect.

As she tried on the beautiful, beaded sandals, I had to agree, they would clash with her gown. She dubbed the black pointy-toed pumps “ugly,” She was right. They were ugly and not in the style of the minute.

Shoe shopping trip planned, I placed my fancy shoes back in their plastic boxes and tucked them neatly on the top shelf of my closet. Over the next few days, even though they were out of site, I couldn’t keep them out of mind. I questioned myself as to why I was holding onto these two pairs of shoes.

I couldn’t honestly remember the last time I had worn either pair, and even after careful thought, I had no idea where I had bought them or how long I had owned them. I tried on both pairs again and teetered around the house to my husband’s amusement. Neither pair was the least bit comfortable.

Since they were in good repair and I have the space to store them, I argued (with myself) that I should hold onto them just in case something comes up. Every girl needs a pair or two of fancy shoes, right? Finally, I had to admit that in reality if something did come up, I would probably go out and just buy a new pair of shoes.

I’m a professional organizer, and while I’m sentimental, I’ve never even come close to being a hoarder. I throw things that are damaged or stained in the trash. I happily give away items that others can use. I’m on a first name basis with the employees at my favorite donation center. I encourage my clients to do the same.

In the past six months, I’ve redone every closet in my house, my pantry, and the garage carefully scrutinizing every item in each of these places. Tools, hardware, linens, kitchen ware, clothes, pictures, and decor were sorted through and those items we no longer needed were donated, sold, or trashed.

So, as I contemplated my fancy shoes, the ones that made the cut just a few months before, I had to ask myself why I held onto them. Even though they were in perfect shape and even though I had space, there really was no reason.

Then, it occurred to me that if I let them go, I would have extra space in my closet. An entire eight inches of emptiness. Excited, I racked my brain trying to think of what I could put there in place of the shoes, but nothing came to mind.

I realized that I would have to leave the space empty and that is when a deep, deep discomfort swept over my entire body and a knot slowly began to form in my stomach.

I know that in order to bring new, better, and right into your life you have to let go of old, lessor, and wrong. My mantra for the past five years has been “letting go…embracing change.” Yet, here I was with a death grip on two pairs of fancy shoes terrified of the eight measly inches of empty space on the top shelf of my closet that I couldn’t/wouldn’t be able to immediately fill.

I breathed deep. I settled into the discomfort. I stayed with it until it passed.

The next day, I tried on each pair of shoes one last time to confirm that they were indeed uncomfortable and out of date. Then I walked them to the dining room table and placed them there to donate.

I wondered what other things I had overlooked in my recent purge. As I poked through closets and cupboards, more and more items were added. The nearly new red shoes that I promise are filled with invisible razors and make me cry in pain at the very thought of even putting them on for one second, the plastic cup from the car dealership that nobody in my family will ever use, and several pillow cases, their mates lost long ago.

As I pulled each unneeded item, I made an empty space, and each time I felt the discomfort rise in my body, I breathed through it.

I keep going because I know that it is only in the empty space, in the quiet silent moments, in the free fall that begins the minute we let go of old things, old feelings, old thoughts, and old ideas that change can happen.

I’m making space and holding the emptiness sacred and waiting patiently for the change.

 

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Moving Forward

Posted by on Apr 29, 2014 in Blog | 7 comments

Moving Forward

“All is well. Everything is working out for my highest good. Out of this situation only good will come. I am safe.” – Louise Hay

Yesterday, I woke up early and I sat in the pre-dawn hours, cup of turmeric tea close at hand, working on my May calendar. This monthly calendar ritual has become a favorite of mine. Frustrated with the limitations of every “time-keeping organizations” system on the market, I eschewed them all and created my own.

It’s a time consuming task, but I love it. Using a Moleskin, I carefully write each day and date on the top of each right hand page. Then on the top left side of every single page I write a daily affirmation. Finally, I fill in appointments I’ve already confirmed for the month leaving a space to list my accomplishments for that day.

I also have a monthly calendar pages for appointments and to help with long range planing. I tuck both into a leather portfolio given to me many years ago by a mentor. The the smell of the leather, the sound of the pen scratching out the details of my life, and the turning of each page filled with promise for the future centers me.

The night before my husband and I had a long talk. He has lovingly supported and encouraged me to find my path. I’ve been searching for my direction, but after several false starts (via career paths that were not good fits for me), it would be fair to say I’m a bit cautious. I don’t want to end up investing time and energy into something else that in the end does not ring true.

So for the past few years, I’ve treaded lightly. I’ve looked, listened, and contemplated. I’d like to be able to say that I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt where I’ll end up, but I can’t. Not, yet. But things are getting clearer. I’m beginning to own my truth.

In addition, we’ve been able to set things up at home so that I can guiltlessly take more time to delve into these interests I’m pursuing. My responsibility gene is large. It’s difficult for me to pull away from that which I think I need to do and focus on that which I was put here to do. My husband was adament, “if not now, then when?”

I knew he was right.

So, I gave myself permission to lean in a bit. I decided I would take the time and invest. I made appointments with myself to learn and explore. It was scary but exhilarating, and as I finished planning out the month it felt right…very, very, right.

Literally at the moment I closed my May Moleskin feeling braver and more convicted then I ever had, my phone rang. It was my husband. One of key pieces we had in place allowing me to guiltlessly take more time to delve into these interests I’m pursuing had fallen away.

I tried to stay in gratitude, but I was livid. At the exact moment that I leaned in, the bottom fell out. I spent a most of the day racking my mind for a back-up plan, that is when I wasn’t fighting back tears or ranting about the unfairness of it all.

It was not some of my finest moments.

I capped the day with a bit of bad TV, then crawled into bed exhausted. I woke up this morning still angry. Normally I meditate first. Today, I checked my email and popped onto Facebook for a few minutes to make sure everyone was safe and sound.

Then I meditated.

I could hear my dogs, who are always close, breathing gently. I could feel the warmth of their bodies. I allowed all the thoughts, all the feelings, all the hurt and anger and confusion to drain from my body and as I sat, empty, I realized that key piece in place or not, nothing had really changed.

There’s always going to be a bump or a wrinkle to work around. Life is in flux. Life is always in flux. Always.

I just have to stay my course. I have to stay in gratitude. I have to accept what is. I have to keep moving forward in spite of the fear…that’s called brave.

So, that’s the plan. Whether the bottom is there or not, it doesn’t matter. The details always work themselves out. I’m staying focused. I’m moving forward.

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