Life’s Little Pick-Me-Ups

Need a pick-me-up?  Looking for a quick jolt so you can study or get a report done or just get through an insanely full day? I’m talking about those situations in which you have to stick with what you’re doing … even though you’d rather close your eyes and go to sleep. Or run off to Tahiti.

I suppose Starbucks, Red Bull, a smoke or a chew of nicotine can keep a person going. But I can’t have caffeine and I don’t smoke. Now what?

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Or what if you’re just feelin’ down? No ideas, the monotony button is on high. You’re bored. Life’s balloon has lost its air. It’s popped or pooped out completely. I’m not talking here of severe depression or serious mental issues. I’m not talking about procrastination or wasting time. I’m talking about dealing with a funk or the blahs while life has to keep moving.

When you feel like you need a moment, a pick-me-up or a renewal on your life’s lease, what do you do? Here’s a few things that work for me … it might be a quick stolen moment or a longer breather.

1. Meet a friend. Recently, I’ve met with a friend who is working on her second book. Another who just had a short story published. Yet another with major health issues who keeps engaged with life. These friends energize and inspire me. And if one of us arrives in the doldrums, we help each other.

97805259461822. Read … something light. I just read this novel by John Martel. It’s a mystery and courtroom story told by  protagonist Billy Strobe, a young lawyer from Enid, Oklahoma. His moral compass swings a little close to the edge. The story has more zigs and zags than the switchbacks on Mt. Whitney. It all comes together when Billy faces a real moral dilemma which will determine the kind of person he wants to be.

3. Walk through a favorite store. There’s a local antique shop called “In the Hutch.” On a recent walk through, I enjoyed seeing the stuff my grandmother had in her kitchen, the furniture from the 1950′s, the old glassware. I bought an English bone china cup and saucer with Lilies of the Valley on it. Why? It reminded me of the flowers my mother liked. Oh, and it was pretty.

4. Do something for someone else. It doesn’t have to be earth-moving. As I was shopping in our local Ralph’s market, I saw an elderly lady trying to reach a can of mandarin oranges on a top shelf. She was quite short. I’m quite tall. So the obvious happened. I took the small can of mandarin oranges down for her and we chatted for a moment. Felt good.

5. Get out of the four walls. Here’s where a good walk comes in. Or a leisurely drive or a bike ride. There’s a drive I can take from my home that leads through the desert where developers’ creep hasn’t happened yet. Huge date palms line each side of the road. A small date processing company advertises date shakes. Plowed fields are ready for the next planting. An unleashed dog wanders down a dirt lane. A small house, a few vehicles in various states of repair parked in the yard, nestles back from the road. It’s quiet.

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6. Write. It’s calming to write in a journal or send an email. Even writing a shopping list can bring organization to loose ends. If you’re a writer, you have to write daily to feel full, even if it’s only six sentences a day as a friend of mine did until she had the first draft of a short story or 15 minutes a day as another friend did while juggling professional and family commitments.

7. Drink water. It’s energy and renewal in a bottle. I carry a bottle of water in my purse and in the car. When I’m at the computer, I have a bottle of water nearby, sitting on a black marble coaster. Engraved on the coaster is “Women Running Wild, 5K Run and Walk.” Yeah.

8. Exercise. A quick 15 or 30 minutes on a treadmill feels good. A stretch can remove kinks, physical and mental. I do a stretch routine I learned at “Curves.” The stretch doesn’t take long and no equipment is needed.

9. Give a hug. To a spouse, a partner, a child. Or yourself.

10. Lastly and often, I give myself a pep talk. “Girlfriend – just put on your big girl panties and get on with it.”

All of the above give me a pick-me-up or create a breather. They can take me “out of myself,” jolt my creative me, and fill up the fortitude. And you? Love to know what you’ve found works for you.

Ideals to Remember

Patriots’ Day. April 15, 2013. The 117th Boston Marathon.The bombing that shocked and saddened us all. In the bombing’s aftermath, officials in Boston convened a special memorial called Healing Our City, An Interfaith Service. It was held at the city’s  Cathedral of the Holy Cross.

The words of Catholic, Jewish, Greek Orthodox, Muslim, and Protestant clergy, and those of public officials inspired me, from the message of Cardinal Sean Patrick O’Malley to that of President Barack Obama.

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Cathedral of the Holy Cross

To view the printed program of this service: http://www.bostoncatholic.org/uploadedFiles/healingourcityprogram.pdf

Massachusetts Governor Deval Patrick was one of the participants. Several paragraphs in his “Reflection” message stand out to me:

… We are organized around a handful of civic ideals. And we have defined those ideals, through time and through struggle, as equality, opportunity, freedom, and fair play.

An attack on a civic ritual like the Marathon, especially on Patriots’ Day, is an attack on those values. And just as we cannot permit darkness and hate to triumph over our spiritual faith, so we must not permit darkness and hate to triumph over our civic faith …

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The governor’s words brought me to my own reflection. Equality, opportunity, freedom, and fair play. In a free society such as ours, these valued ideals give us two things: responsibility . . . and choice. And the results of choice bring something else: consequences.

These four ideals are to be respected and used with honor and wisdom. Two young men did not.

Patriots’ Day is a special event steeped in history. I’m reminded of the words of Maya Angelou. “We stand on the shoulders of those who have come before us.” At a time like this, we think especially of those who have sacrificed.

And we hold close those who have sacrificed, past and present, civilian and military. Perhaps Patriots’ Day should be declared a National holiday.

What is the definition of Patriot? Merriam-Webster defines the word as “one who loves his or her country.” The many modern day patriots we saw in Boston remind us … We are Boston Strong.

And as a country, we continue … USA Strong.

Patriot's Grave, Old Burying Ground, Arlington MA

Patriot’s Grave, Old Burying Ground, Arlington MA

For the full text of Governor Patrick’s message: speech.http://www.boston.com/news/source/2013/04/text_of_governo.html

“My Life in Pants”

My husband and I began packing for a short trip the day before we were to leave. Packing. That’s what we were supposed to be doing. However, the endeavor turned into something else.

As my husband took a pair of dress trousers from the closet, he decided to try them on, since he hadn’t worn them for a while. Whoops. Kinda baggy. Then he took out another pair of dress pants. Too big. And another.

The parade of pants began. He tried on each pair. Where they all came from, I have no idea. I concluded he liked buying pants. Black, tan, gray. And jeans.

The pants emerged and fell into categories. The 42 x 30s. The 40 x 30s. The 38 x 30s. And the 36x30s. Aha. The 36 x 30s fit.

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He’d gradually been losing weight, as instructed by his doctor. The problem was, as he lost the weight, he simply bought new pants and put them randomly into the closet. And didn’t take any out. All the sizes had merged together.

The result? After much searching for labels to check size and trying on pair after pair, my husband assembled 12 pairs of trousers, all hanging on hangers, three pairs still with their store tags, for the local Goodwill store. As we dropped them off, he said, “There goes my life in pants.”

He traced which pair he’d worn to a friend’s wedding (according to a cocktail napkin found in a pocket), to buy a car (according to the salesman’s business card found you know where), to go to a party (according to a Post-it with directions found in … you guessed it.)

Some pants were simply “favorites,” broken-in and comfortable, good for watching games on TV and hanging out. Who knew there was such sentiment and history in pants?

We still have shirts and sport coats to go through ….

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I glanced at my own part of the closet and thought I’d better do the same with my clothes. Take the time to clean out what wasn’t being worn. Little did I realize that packing for a short trip would launch the spring cleaning of closets.

And as I thought more about it, I wondered if I could spring clean my cranium, too. Get rid of some of the old stuff hanging in there.

You know what I’m talking about. The tapes that keep playing about things that should be over and done with. The faded old ideas. The worries I can’t control. Make room so that exciting new thoughts can hang there and be seen and tried on and worn.

A blouse of a new story. A dress of a novel chapter. A tee shirt of metaphors. A necklace of poetry. A garment bag holding a philosophy of life based on honesty and kindness.

It’s spring cleaning and time to revamp “my life in thought.” I’ll slip a lavender sachet into “the closet.”

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April, Her Many Faces …

If, as a writer, you’ve ever received a rejection letter (and who hasn’t), it can be a real downer. Almost as deflating is the polite and encouraging  letter that states, “You almost made the cut. Send us more.” Almost?

We all want acceptance letters for our work. But what if, after receiving an acceptance letter, the seeming success turns to disaster? Edith Wharton explored this idea in her short story “April Showers,” first published in The Youth’s Companion in 1900.

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Author Edith Wharton

The protagonist, Theodora, receives an acceptance letter for a novel she has written. Her dreams have been realized. She rises in stature in her community. But then, events take an abrupt turn. (If you haven’t read it, here’s the link. “April Showers.” )

“April Showers” is romantic and sentimental and sad, about a young woman’s passage into the real world.

The story seems to equate the term April showers with bad news.

However, the song “April Showers” brings another meaning. This once popular piece by Louis Silvers and B.G. De Sylva was introduced in the Broadway musical Bombo in 1921 and sung by Al Jolson. The lyrics …

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They bring the flowers that bloom in May.
So if it’s raining, have no regrets,
Because it isn’t raining rain, you know, (It’s raining violets,)
And where you see clouds upon the hills,
You soon will see crowds of daffodils,
So keep on looking for a blue bird, And list’ning for his song,
Whenever April showers come along.

The life message? Don’t get discouraged. If life does rain on your parade, take heart. Keep trying. Stay strong.

Comparing the story and the song, the term April showers emerges as both a sad omen and a hopeful omen.

And then there’s April Fool’s Day. A time for tricks and jokes. A time for a sense of humor. A time when someone sticks a Post-it on your back with “Kiss me” or  ”Hug me” or “Pinch me” written on it. The fun is a way to celebrate the end of winter … a rebirth or new beginning. April becomes a happy omen.

In keeping with being positive, April has events such as Easter and Passover. There’s Earth Day and Arbor Day. There’s National Poetry Month and Teacher Appreciation Week. The success of the Salk polio vaccine was announced in April 1955.

April wears many faces. From sad to hopeful to happy. For me, April showers are a sign of hope. The earth is freshening up after months of wearing the same old clothes. The origin of the name April is Latin, meaning “to open.”

Right now, the front door leading into the courtyard is open. It’s quiet outside, except for the birds. They are singing. April is bringing spring into full gear after its March debut.

Finally, let’s not forget about April birthdays. Happy Birthday to you who made your debut in April. Your birthstone is the diamond. Not too shabby. Your flower is the Daisy or the Sweet Pea. (My parents’ birthdays were April 8 and 9.)

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And, speaking of April birthdays, this blog is one year old today.

Thank you, readers, for joining me! As we go into Year Two, more to come!

 

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“A Little Trick of Laughing”

In the 1920′s and 30′s, overly sentimental poems with subjects like Mother, Love, Friendship, and Encouragement were popular. Copies of these poems were often put into small picture frames and hung in people’s homes.

I suppose the best way to describe this poetry today would be “corny.” Or nostalgic. Or naive. Or innocent. They come from a time when life wasn’t as complicated. Here’s a sample:

A Little Trick of Laughing

A little trick of laughing
… When all your plans go wrong,
Will turn a fit of growling
… Into a cheerful song.

A little trick of laughing
… When skies are dull and gray,
Will make your life worth living
… And roll your cares away.

Corny? Yep. But the words were sincere and special for the giver and recipient. And, as far as the message is concerned, we all know laughter to be a good thing. For the body. And mind.

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Self-Portrait Laughing by Richard Gersti 1907

However, there are times when laughing can be awkward. As a kid, do you remember giggling in church or at a wedding? And trying to stop yourself, which only made you laugh more? Or, as an adult, something in a conversation triggers your laugh meter? When laughing is totally inappropriate?

But, that being said, some of the greatest times occur while sitting around with friends, just talking … and laughing. The mood from that time can stay with you for hours. Even days later, you can think about it and just laugh to yourself.

Sometimes what you’re reading can bring a laugh. For me, one such moment occurred  in The Help by Kathryn Stockett. Skeeter arranged for all the extra toilets in town to be delivered to Miss Hilly’s award-winning front yard. It made for a great laugh. (And wonderful revenge.)

The opposite can also occur with written text. As a writer, you may have labored all morning on three pages, only to decide, as you read it, that after all your effort, you’ve produced nothing but junk. Oh boy, this is when you really need a mood changer. Going for a walk might help. Or slamming a door or two.

Or, just maybe, it might help to get together with a friend and have a good laugh. Not take yourself so seriously. And, maybe, one of two things will happen later. What you wrote may not look so bad or, if it is bad, you’ll know how to fix it. Whatever happens, you’ve at least had a good time with a friend.

I like this sentence from Mark Twain’s Tom Sawyer:

The old man laughed loud and joyously, shook up the details of his anatomy from head to foot, and ended by saying that such a laugh was money in a man’s pocket, because it cut down the doctor’s bills like everything.

(I like the imagery of shook up the details of his anatomy …)

Here’s to what makes you laugh.

Happy writing.

Cloud Games

Do you ever play Cloud Games?  When you look into a cloud-filled sky and imagine you see a face or a shoe or a dog? The other day, as the weather was changing, I saw a cloud that looked like a spaceship coming in for a landing. (Come on, work with me here.) Clouds, if you let them, can stir the imagination.

Maybe you see a sky full of big, billowy cumulus clouds, the kind you’d love to jump in, bounce around on, fall through forever.

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It might be a sky scattered with wispy cirrus clouds, the ones that look like feathers or gauze. The kind you could fly away on.

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Perhaps you see a sky heavy with rain-laden nimbus clouds, dark and scary looking. They may make you apprehensive. Or run for cover.

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Maybe the clouds hang so low you find yourself in eerie, mysterious fog, Sherlock Holmes one step behind you. Or Jack the Ripper.

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Clouds are fun, inspirational, miraculous. They have captivated poets, writers, artists, songwriters, playwrights, scientists …

Remember the wonderful imagery in Carl Sandburg’s poem Fog?

The fog comes 
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

In Hamlet, Shakespeare invoked a cloud game. I like this wordplay between Hamlet and Polonius in Act III, Scene ii. Of course, there’s more going on here than grown men looking at clouds. 

Hamlet: Do you see yonder cloud that’s almost in shape of a camel?
Polonius: By the mass, and ’tis like a camel, indeed.
Hamlet: Methinks it is a weasel.
Polonius: It is backed like a weasel.
Hamlet: Or like a whale?
Polonius: Very like a whale.

Clouds can fill me with awe or take my breath away. They can light my emotions. At times, as I walk beneath their artwork, they help me think.

I may like clouds for another reason. Could it be they just let the child in me come out and play?

And imagine?

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Thank you, Mr. Saroyan

Playwright William Saroyan wrote an inspiring introduction to his 1939 play The Time of Your Life. The single paragraph begins with, “In the time of your life, live … ” Those opening words have stayed with me since my early 20′s when I first read the play. With them, I find a quick dose of encouragement or adrenalin. It’s the best pep talk I know.
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Those seven words can mean different things to different people. First might be called the Live It Up approach. Party hearty. Have the best. Live large. Have a blast. Be carefree, unburdened by anything but the desire to have a good time. College days come to mind.
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Another is The Bucket List approach. Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman starred in the film by the same name. The characters they played were older and in poor health. They wanted to have unique experiences in life while there was still time, to make the most of their remaining moments. The deeper message was “Don’t Wait.”
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These experiences, for some, seem to be quite epic in scope. I have friends who are writing their Bucket Lists or working on doing the things already on their Bucket Lists. One friend just completed a rim to rim hike of 26 miles through the Grand Canyon. Another is methodically traveling to each continent. Antarctica is left.
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“In the time of your life, live” also reminds me of the Latin phrase Carpe Diem. Seize the day. Everyday. Make the most of every opportunity.
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Then there’s “Be yourself.” Live life as you want. Not to someone else’s desires for you or to please another person. Live life honestly by being true to yourself.
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And finally, there’s the idea to be “in the moment.” To be totally present so you experience “the now.” You’re not worrying about the future or reliving the past. When you’re with friends, you’re with them … listening to them, seeing them, enjoying them. Whatever you’re doing, you experience it fully. You don’t allow anything else to tug at your mind.
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Saroyan’s introductory paragraph ends with ”In the time of your life, live – so that in that wondrous time you shall not add to the misery and sorrow of the world, but shall smile to the infinite delight and mystery of it.” I’m trying to stay “fully in the moment,” to experience the delight and mystery of it …
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Saroyan, in a quote not from the introduction or the play, expands the idea specifically to writers:
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“The most solid advice for a writer is this, I think: Try to learn to breathe deepy, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.” 

For the full introduction at the beginning of the play and the play itself …
http://www.armeniandrama.org/show.php?p=saroyan&w=time-life&a=0

In 1940, the play won the Pulitzer Prize for Drama and the New York Drama Critics Circle Award.

Thank you, Mr. Saroyan, for the inspiration.

Playwright William Saroyan

Playwright William Saroyan