Archive for September, 2011

September 30th, 2011

Creative Friday: Having a Ball

While I’m crafting up my second article for my brand new column Inspiration Zone with The Writer magazine, I thought you’d enjoy this post on one of my favorite crafts. Thinking back, I don’t know how I had the energy, time or ingenuity to do this (not that it was that hard, but I also consider myself clueless when it comes to crafting). But every time I watch TV and see them hanging above, I’m so glad I found a way.

I hope you enjoy this end of the week post.

I’m happy to take a mini-writing break and reflect on how using creativity inspired me to keep pursuing my dreams. Whether you’re looking for creative holiday ideas (hey this could work for Halloween too. i see orange and black balls made with tissue paper.) or you’re just looking for inspiration, I hope you’ll check out my post below.

The Story of a Faux Flower Ball

My poor thumbs are raw from pushing in faux hydrangeas all night. But sadly, I still have one more flower ball left to go. I did get two up however, and the results are already starting to look like party central.

Here’s how I did it:

I started with a foam ball, a handful of faux hydrangeas, fishing line and a green floral wire from Michaels. Since I didn’t read any how-tos online, I basically made this craft up on my own. {I later learned that it’s much easier if you start by poking the thin wire through the foam ball-from the bottom to the top-first (kind of like threading a needle). Leave a little extra wire and then poke it back into the foam ball at the top making a loop. You’ll need that to hang the ball to the ceiling.}

What I did instead was use pinhead needles to adhere the flowers to the ball. Again, after a few tries I learned that I didn’t need the needles at all. When you remove all the flowers from their faux stems, you’ll see that they already have a sharp plastic tip, which fits nicely into the foam ball.

I had no strategy of where to push them in. I just made sure to fit as many flowers in one space to cover any bald spots.

 

Several hours later, I had this.

 

Here's the hook I made with floral wire.

 

You can't see it here. But I threaded fishing line to the top of that loop. I put a thumb tack through the ceiling and then tied the two ends of the fishing line to it.

 

I couldn't find another green foam ball so white would do. I also used blue faux hydrangeas on this one.

 

After much repetition, several hours and a few days, I had this.

 

Hallelujah they're done!

Just goes to show that you anyone can be creative. Takes a little work, okay a lot, but I think the feeling of seeing something you’ve accomplished is so worth it.

What have you created lately?

September 26th, 2011

Waiting for a Guarantee

via pinterest. {original from bravegirlsclub.com}

“I used to worry, ‘What is the meaning of life? What should I be doing with my life?’ Now I see that maybe you don’t even really know why you’re doing something or what the meaning is. It’s just something you’re doing.”

- Jerry Horovitz, small publishing house Amber Lotus sole proprietor. From Carol Adrienne’s The Purpose of Your Life.

When are we ever sure we’re on the right path? Heck sometimes I’m not even sure if I chose the “right” restaurant for dinner, let alone know whether I’m doing the best when it comes to choosing a career or a place to live.

But is there really any guarantees in life?

The real threat is the impact making a wrong decision has on our ego. How much will you beat yourself up, for example, if you decide not to quit your day job or if you decide to? Being an adult means that any mistakes we make is ours and ours alone. When the buck stops, it stops right in front of you. And how you handle that is probably congruent to how afraid you are and how indecisive you might be.

That quote above by Horovitz is telling of a wise man who’s live to tell the tale. A few sentences later he says:

“Maybe you don’t see the purpose until later…Most of the time our work is probably a reflection of what we are working on inside ourselves.”

I wholeheartedly agree. Of course, a part of me wishes that I didn’t need to work as a research assistant, a PI or a therapist before I finally gave into my childhood dream of being a writer. But in retrospect, I hardly think that the person I was ten years ago was ready or experienced enough to do the jobs I’m currently doing today. All that experience has shaped me as a writer. It’s taught me how to fail miserably, pick up the pieces and keep going. It’s given me research skills and taught me the importance of patience. And of course, life experience = great fodder for a writer.

I write this to you who feel lost right now.

These random nonsensical paths you are making have purpose even if you can’t see the end of the tunnel yet. Sometimes we don’t know why we’re in a dead-end job or feel stuck in a location we hate. But maybe this is a reflection of what’s going inside of you. Maybe instead of berating ourselves for being indecisive or consistently making the wrong decisions, what if we were to completely accept and respect where we are now?

Life is not like math class. There is no right and wrong answer. All we can ever do is to guess and hope we guessed well. And even then when we think we made the best choice possible, well sometimes that’s not enough. That’s okay too.

Feel free to make “mistakes” in this universal class called life. And when you inevitably do, try not to be so hard on yourself. Remember you don’t know the outcome yet. Maybe you are on a different path than you planned, but this one is leading toward healing, teaching you how to accept your mistakes or giving you the opportunity to grow courage so that you can eventually live your dreams. Don’t rush the process. And above all, realize that whether you’re deciding between Italian or Chinese or you’re making a decision to change your life, you will get another chance. Let go of the pressure to be perfect and release the severity of the decision. We’re built to deal with the consequences either way.

Good luck!

I’m betting we’ll all be okay.

{Still don’t know what to do? Get great practical advice from Goodlife Zen on increasing your chances of making the “right” decision.}

September 23rd, 2011

Reinventing Creative Friday

There it goes. Another week long gone. I’m happy to say I survived a cold, a new column launch, copywriting projects, my “day job” and a sprinkle of emails and social media connections along the way.

But we’re barely into fall and I’m all autumn-ed out.

On weeks like this my writing brain needs a hiatus. That’s when I’m oh-so-grateful for soothing, no thinking required, visual stimulation.

Are you there too?

This is for you if you’re hungry for some eye candy and need a little

spark!

Sometimes I find it in the simple things like

raspberries.

or an unexpected strip of

nature.

A soft place to land my

laptop.

A ________ to dream about.

cottage.

A __________ to make me feel small and insignificant.

forest.

AND a _________ to remind me that imperfection is beautiful too.

flawed flower.

What would you fill the above blanks with?

*And when that’s not enough, I hop onto Pinterest.

September 20th, 2011

When Your Best Is Not Enough

I was suffering from “not enough-itis” just last week. In case you’ve never heard of it, here’s my own definition.

Not Enough-Itis: An insidious disease that can damage your health, your relationships and your self-worth. It’s what happens when you compare yourself with others and in comparison, nothing you do is enough.

I’m not even a parent so I can’t imagine how much worse the disease gets when you have kids too. Fetchingly, Sarah Jessica Parker’s new movie I Don’t Know How She Does It is out in theaters as a preview to that life. I haven’t watched it yet. But I get the premise. The pressure for mothers trying to juggle everything perfectly, but never successfully.

Sadly, this is where we’re at as a society these days.

We’re moving away from “just enough” to “gotta do it all.”

I’ve never been one to embrace a fad, but this one somehow wormed its way into my psyche. That’s what happens when you spend too much time online and watching TV. Everyone else’s life looks perfect and yours always seems to be slipping through the cracks.

I’m pretty honest about my faults and my imperfections. Call it the gift that being an awkward teenager gave to me or growing up as a rebel where pretending to be perfect was the ideal. But who am I kidding? Isn’t this the life we all live these days?

As for me, I healed this insatiable disease by taking a much-needed break away, faraway from looming deadlines and impossible to fill pressures. I escaped into a little Snow White and the Seven Dwarves cottage in a not just inspiring, but awe-inspiring forest all the way in Mendocino.

I fell in love. I remembered who I was separate from what I did. I remembered to breathe. I remembered what it felt like to have a “home,” a real place where you can softly land after a stressful day.

My body felt healthy. I suddenly felt like I had been holding my breath for far too long. Nature felt like it was embracing me and it wouldn’t let me fall.

My inspiration returned.

My writing flowed.

If I could wrap up that place in a snow globe, I would. I’d take it out and shake it and feel the fresh air blowing my hair in my face and the healing sound of complete silence.

It reminded me that not enough-itis was the fairy tale. Not this place. This place was the truth. This is what I needed to take me out of the “I can’t tweet/blog/Facebook/comment on every single person’s inspiring blog” to save my life. But that’s okay. All I needed was to do what I was doing. Focus like a dog zooms in on his bone, with mindful attention and purpose. And never mind the distractions, the people doing this or that, the distance still not traveled.

It will be there tomorrow. But today. Today is for living and dreaming…

For more photos, check out my Etsy site: http://www.etsy.com/shop/TheInspiringBee

September 16th, 2011

Creative Friday: Bling Carrie Bradshaw Style

Anyone catch the last episode of Sex and the City this weekend?

I spent a lazy Sunday in bed when I saw it…

That simple, but elegant string of crystals Carrie wore in Paris (the one that fell apart when she fought with the Russian and was rescued by Big).

After thinking about it for a minute, I wondered what stopped me from making my own. It looked simple enough. And I was in dire need of a break after a long week, a surge of upcoming projects and feeling out of inspiration to write.

So here we go…

I went to Michael’s in the hopes I would figure this out when I got there. That’s when I saw this:

I got it for $4 including tax. But I was a tad bit bummed that I didn’t have a 40% coupon with me. Was still happy I found this one though. It’s not the same color as Bradshaw’s version, but I decided this one with subtle gray tones was prettier.

A spring ring and a closed ring.

 I took out an old spring ring and closed ring I had since I first started making jewelry probably a decade ago.

Here’s how I did it:

I used fishing line as my necklace strand and estimated its length. After I cut the old line, I threaded it through the spring ring. (There’s a tiny hole in the spring ring that you might not be able to see in the photo.)

Next, I pulled those beads through the line. Easier than making a flower lei, I tell you.

Then, I took the closed ring added it to the end of the line and secured it with a knot.

That’s it!

No joke.

Here’s how it looks:

Now for the close-up:

And one more for good measure:

Doesn't it look like a smile?

This $4 creation made me smile.

Have you finished a project that made you grin ear to ear recently?

*If you want to skip the DIY and buy your own, check out this Etsy version here.

September 15th, 2011

What Every Dreamer Needs

I am no superwoman. You can forget about what my last post implied. Puh-leaze! Although I work hard to change my attitude, I get dips in my days too. Negative feedback from others or within myself is enough to set off a domino effect on my mood. It goes something like this:

Could you redo this piece? —> Your writing sucks.

I didn’t get that job. —> I suck.

Okay. Maybe it’s not that black and white. But I’m a HSP (highly sensitive person) so I’d be lying if I said that I’m 100% immune to external and internal feedback.

What I can honestly say is this…

  • If I ride it out the feeling will go away.
  • If I accept how I feel, the feeling will be much easier to deal with.
  • If I realize that what I think is not always the truth, then I’m able to let go of obsessing over non-truths and get on with my life.
  • And most importantly, if I take a look at my situation from an eagle’s view, I am able to laugh. On the 5th day of Christmas what did the universe give to me? 5 query rejections, 4 minutes of self-doubt, 3 projects pending, 2 forgotten dreams, and 1 life as a writer. {That’s the ditty that was playing in my head yesterday.}

The thing is life will never be easy. Sometimes you have to put in the extra work to discover ways to soothe yourself.

For me, it means being a conscious observer, looking deep at everything I see. (My husband says watching me is like watching a child. I really cannot not look at every little thing.) It’s all in the details my friend. And I’ve been keeping my eye out on them recently…

 

Like this shot I took this past weekend. See the couple in the background staring into the garden?

 

And sometimes it’s the hidden “signs” that we didn’t notice before:

Random sign on a hiking trail.

 

Changes taking shape when we’re not paying attention.

Beauty in branches.

 

Or maybe love from an unexpected source just when you needed it most.

*Found this walking around my neighborhood today.

What do you need most right now? How are you fueling yourself and your vision?

*Want to see more photos? Here’s a bunch of them.

September 8th, 2011

How to Turn a Bad Day Into a Good One

via Pinterest

{Excuse me while I reminisce for a bit with an old SATC episode.}

Ever see the Sex and the City episode where Carrie celebrates her 35th birthday? Her friends want to throw her a small birthday bash. But they are either late or can’t find the restaurant. In the end, she’s the only bell at her ball and has to pay for her $60 b-day cake too.

Yet, at the end of the night when Mr. Big drives up with big red birthday balloons and asks how was her day, she says, “Fabulous!”

I always wondered about that scene.

That is, until now.

You see, I’ve had about 0 bad days recently.

And it’s not because I won the lottery or suddenly lost my sense of reality.

I’ve actually discovered a tool that may help you get out of the funk you’re in.

It’s all about attitude…

Attitude is a concept that parents talk to teens about.

Self-help books

and gurus too.

But I didn’t really “get” it until a few so-called “bad” days weaseled their way into my life recently.

A biopsy.

A missed doctor’s appointment I waited a month for.

But then I decided that like the white scrawls on a green chalkboard, I could

simply erase it

by changing my attitude.

I made a conscious decision.

I DECIDED that external events would not CONTROL my life.

I DECIDED that who I was was more powerful, more whole, much more significant than a few measly circumstances that would one day pass and be an unmentionable memory.

I DECIDED that I would no longer play victim.

I would be the victor.

And I would do it gloriously.

What I needed to do was

LET GO.

I let go of the guilt I felt for a late appointment.

I let go of the expectation I had to live a certain type of life.

I let go of the disappointment.

I instead did one thing with 3 words.

Let it be.

I gave up fueling the drama.

I gave up on the idea of perfection.

I gave up on the belief that I had control over every single aspect of my life.

And in giving up,

I gave a gift to myself.

We don’t have control over everything. Sometimes unexpected events shake us up to our very core. And we feel like we have no choices. But we do. Try telling yourself, “This doesn’t have to be a bad day. This can be the best day of my life. If I let it. If I let myself see past the inconceivable.”

It is possible.

Trust me.

What I got instead of guilt and disappointment was gratitude, laughter, connection and an opportunity to feel empowered instead of disempowered.

It was the best day I could ask for. Instead of being one of the hardest days of my life.

Can you change a bad day into a good one?

I say, “Most definitely yes!”

In fact, give me more days like that one.


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