Friday, October 30, 2009


"Can't you see I'm busy? I don't have time to do anything right now - you'll just have to wait. And please don't talk either because you're interrupting my story. What you mean..."what story?" The one that's going on in my head. It's a really good one too - I'm getting everything I want... fame, fortune, time and lots of friends.
I told you...I can't help you out right now...I'M BUSY. Ask one of your other friends...I'm sure they have nothing better to do."

My Reflection:

Life would be a lot easier if I could just live inside my head - if I could create a world where I was always organized - I never had to look at the clock and my hair looked exactly the way I wanted it to. That way, I wouldn't have to spend hours "trying" to get organized - I would BE organized and I wouldn't have to worry about having enough time to do the things I want to do - I'd have that and then some. I won't get into the hair thing.

But the truth is, day dreaming is no more than "wishful thinking" and the more time I spend "wishing" something were true the less likely it will ever become a reality. Maybe if I envision what I want with open eyes, I'll be in a better position to actually make it happen.

What do you "dream" about?

Thursday, October 29, 2009


“I’m trying to hear what you’re saying...I’m trying really, really hard but your face doesn’t go with the words coming out of your mouth. They don’t match - the words and the face - they just don’t go together. I can’t listen to two things at once ya know...I get mixed up. Let’s see...which one do I listen to...the words...the face...the words...the face...which one?

Here’s an idea...take your face and words away somewhere and let them hash it out. After you do that, come back and I’ll be all ears.”

My Reflection:

I must have a little ADD because sometimes I can become very distracted while talking with someone. It’s like there are three conversations going on at the same time. The words they are saying, the expression on their face and the voice in my head - all talking at once and all saying something totally different. At this point, I usually shut down - my eyes glaze over and I "check out" which usually makes me feel better in the moment but not in the long run. I’m left with a feeling that I could have done something else but what?

Two things come to mind - one, I could ask more questions and two, I could quiet the voice in my own head and listen more carefully to their answers. And who knows, maybe that would influence the face and words to start reading off of the same page.


What do you do when things don’t add up?

Wednesday, October 28, 2009


"I want to be interested in what you're saying but to tell you the truth, it's boring. You just keep going on and on about the most uninteresting things...little things like - 'is it going to rain - how am I going to get to work if it snows - the leaves are clogging the drain on my roof' - WHO CARES? If you could talk about something that interests ME then I might be more interested in YOU.

Ask me a few questions once in a while - any question - doesn't matter - just something to get a few of my brain cells to light up. But don't ask me anything personal - I don't want to talk about anything personal. I also don't want to talk politics - I can't stand politics. And I'm not into sports so don't go there either. I don't'll figure it out."

My Reflection:

Dale Carnegie said that in order to "win friends and influence people" you need to be genuinely interested in them. Since most people don't give you their life's history, it usually requires some investigation. Asking questions to find out more about them is an art and not always easy to do so we often end up talking about benign things like the weather in order to fill in the gaps. Or, go through the "hi, how are you - fine, how are you?" routine. Again...another gap filler.

So, how do we ask questions without being nosey? Maybe it's the "genuine" part of being interested that's most important. I also find it very difficult to ask questions when I'm feeling defensive or angry about something - that's usually when I go on and on about my thoughts and feelings because I'm assuming I already know theirs. But, isn't that when I most need to understand where someone else is coming from? And how can I do that if I don't ask enough questions and be genuinely interested in the answsers?

What kind of questions do you ask?

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

THE DOUBTER - 22/365

"Oh boy, wasting time again eh?...


So, where are these "hair-brained" ideas going anyway?...

NOWHERE...that's where. But, if you want to waste your time on something that has no relevance, no value, no potential... that's your business...

All I have to do is sit back and watch your life take one meaningless turn after another and listen to you whine about it when you reach another dead end...

On the other hand, if I'm going to keep my sanity, I'd be smart to invest in a blindfold and some ear-plugs."

My Reflection:

Doubt is a very powerful and sometimes negative force. It doesn't just barge into my consciousness but rather creeps and crawls in like dry ice in a stage play. There's just a hint of it in the beginning and then before I know it the entire scene is in a fog leaving me disoriented and unsure of where I am.

Sometimes it renders me motionless - unable to think clearly let alone do anything. My mind screams, "ABORT MISSION, ABORT MISSION - BAD IDEA - BAD IDEA." So, sometimes I abort the mission and while it's true, I no longer feel in a fog - I also feel a since of loss - a loss for something unknown but potentially important.

Perhaps the key is to feel the fog but to stay in the scene - to keep moving forward until I've completed the mission or the play. The gift from the experience could be immediate, years later or remain a mystery. But, one thing I've learned is that finishing sometimes requires faith and the knowledge that not everything can be explained but that every experience is of value.

What are your doubts?

Monday, October 26, 2009

THE PLEASER - 21/365

“That’s fine - really - that’s fine.

Whatever you want to do is fine with me.

Of course it’s possible we might run into some traffic or have a parking issue but if you think we’ll get there in time I’m fine with it - no problem, no problem at all.

In fact, we could even leave later if you want to. Huh? You want to leave later?

Or earlier...we could leave earlier it's up to you.”

My Reflection:

I'm a "pleaser" - I know I'm a pleaser - no doubt about it. And sometimes I have to admit that in order to "please" I end up going along with something I have doubts about or don't agree with. Then when it all goes wrong like I predicted it would, I have to remind myself that I did have a choice and that I could have chosen to follow my gut instinct instead.

I've decided that sometimes, it's easier to "please" than to take responsibility for choosing not to trust my gut. Plus, in the moment, it just feels better to call the other person an idiot and talk about what I "should have done" rather than what I "chose" to do. Why? Because I'm a "pleaser" and that takes precedent.

So, the question is; how does a "pleaser" follow her gut instinct even though it may not please the other person? I guess awareness is the first step - owning up to my choice would be second. The third......?


What do you think?

Sunday, October 25, 2009

THE SHERIFF - 20/365

"It's my job to make sure things go according to plan. I don't care about you, what you have to do, where you have to go, who you have to see or how important your plans are. Nothing is more important than making sure things running smoothly and the only way that's going to happen is if you are doing what you're supposed to be doing.

I don't care if what you're supposed to be doing isn't in your best interest or even the world's best interest - that's somebody else's job. My job is to make sure things go according to plan. Good plan or bad plan - makes no difference to me."

My Reflection:

Occasionally I set out to accomplish something and have a pretty good idea how it's supposed to go. I create a goal, make a list, create a time-line and then go about setting things into motion. Then, out of the blue, someone questions what I'm doing or things don't fall into place but I keep going, blind to the little red flags that have been posted. Like The Sheriff, I have a "plan" and no matter what, I'm going to stay the course.

Pretty soon more red flags appear, it feels like I'm swimming in mud instead of water and the "goal" feels impossible to reach. I'm not a glutten for punishment so that's usually when I abort the mission. But how many missions were needlessly aborted? How many past goals could have been met if I had just "adjusted" my course?

Perhaps if I pay attention to the flags, ponder the questions or question the doubts there will be fewer aborted missions and more accomplished goals.

How flexible are you in relationship to your goals?

Saturday, October 24, 2009

THE SEEKER - 19/365

"I don't need an eye - I can see just fine with one, thank you very much. And I don't need you to loan me one of yours either because that won't do me any good.

A person has to see out of their own eye or eyes - whatever the case may be. I happen to think that one is much better than two. Unlike you, I'm not overloaded with too much information, I don't feel overwhelmed and I don't get conflicting messages.

One eye...One perspective."

My Reflection:

Sometimes, there are so many different ways to see a situation it can make me dizzy. This point of view, that point of view, I see it this way, I see it that way, I see it working, I see it not working...whew. Occasionally, I'd like to see things one way and one way only - clear, other options.

But while I might feel less confused, I'd also feel less inspired. Life is full of possibilities that can only be uncovered when my mind is open, fully engaged and ready to see them. I'd hate to think what would happen if I refused to change my mind after taking a better look at something.

Maybe the key is to take a longer look before getting my mind involved. The mind is always ready to have an opinion and perhaps if I can just stay open long enough - look and listen instead of trying to come up with the "right" answer - I might discover more than I was looking for in the first place.

How do you see?

Friday, October 23, 2009


"Yes, I made that decision but I made it because no one stopped me from making it. Why didn't they stop me?

I'm tellling you that it's not my fault - I would have done something else if someone would have just TOLD ME that I was making such a BAD choice! Why didn't they tell me?

In fact, I think they pushed me in that direction. Yes, they PUSHED me - that's exactly what they did. So now, someone else is going to have to fix it because I can't fix something that's not my fault."

My Reflection:

Whether I have been influenced by someone else or wish someone had influenced me, taking responsibility for the decisions I make isn't always easy. When things don't go the way I plan, I begin the "backtracking" process. First, I try and figure out why I made that choice, then I think of what I would do differently if I could do it all over again. That's not necessarily a bad process if I would just stop there but, oh no, I feel the need to keep going.

I find myself looping back to the "why" part and if it involves being influenced by others, I start going down the "I was right...they were wrong....I should have listened to myself....why did I listen to them?"...road. That road, of course, leads to the land of "nowhere" and once I'm there I tend to get lost for a while. Until, that is, I find the "get over it" road that leads me back to a place where I can move forward. So, why can't I just take that road in the first place?

What road are you on?

Thursday, October 22, 2009

THE SKEPTIC - 17/365

"Hmm....I'm not so sure about that. Seems to me you may not have enough facts to prove that point. I need some hard facts not just gut instinct. How do I know you have a gut that's healthy enough to produce a decent instinct anyway? Besides, isn't an instinct kind of like "wishful thinking"?

For example, you want something to go a certain way and you want it so badly that your brain starts yapping at your gut to "go for it, go for it, go for it...." and then before you know it, you've made some hair brained decision that puts you in a sand trap. No sir, that's not for me...hard facts - that's all I'll take - nothing more - nothing less."

My Reflection:

I'm not much of a "fact person." I don't retain them for one thing and while they are important, I usually go on my own instincts based on prior patterns. That usually works for me unless it doesn't work and then I try and go for the facts but the problem is I don't always trust them.

Funny, some people don't trust gut instincts and some aren't sure about the facts. Are the facts REALLY the facts? Or...are they simply pieces of information put together in a way that kind of resembles how The Skeptic thinks about "gut instincts?" Like when a new drug is introduced with all kinds of positive facts and it's not until ten years later that we find out the "facts" are a little skewed.

Maybe there has to be a healthy balance of both. Uncover as many facts as we can then trust our gut instinct to point us in the right direction. Trusting my instincts and finding solid facts is a skill I'm constantly trying to hone.

What do you rely on?

Wednesday, October 21, 2009


"I just don't get it. It just doesn't make any sense to me. I don't know what to do with the information you just gave me. Do I respond? Do I forget it? Do I file it away - but if I file it away - where do I put it? Can I just give it back to you? Would that be okay? That way, you can figure out what to do with can even change it if you want to since it's technically your information anyway. I might get it screwed up or something and I wouldn't want to do that. So, I'm returning it - unwanted AND unused."

My Reflection:

Sometimes people will give me more information than I can handle which leaves me either feeling confused or uncomfortable. I know I'm guilty of that myself sometimes - particularly when I see my kid's eyes roll back in their head or my husband start to nod off. I guess I'm afraid they won't get the whole picture if I don't fill in all the parts. I keep forgetting that people like to fill in their own parts and only need a few key dots (like draw-by-numbers art) to create an image that makes sense to them.

The worst is when I get personal information I don't know what to do with. Personal information that is so graphic, so distinct so...NOT MY BUSINESS - that it feels like it's literally branded into my brain, destined to stay there forever. Like The Befuddler, I'd love to just give it back and clear my head of all traces of it.

What do you do with too much information?

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

THE SCARED-y-CAT - 15/365

"Help! What am I doing? What if I can't do it? What if I do it wrong? What if I do it right? What will people say? What if it doesn't make me happy? What if it makes me happy but I can't keep doing it? What if I can't stop doing it?

I'm going to have to stop what I'm doing and think about this. I'm going to have to answer every one of these questions before I can go any further. Yes, that's it...that's what I'll do. Whew... that's better...I can breathe again and I don't have to be scared...for now."

My Reflection:

I have often wondered where my fear comes from. It used to stop me from starting or finishing so many things - from balancing my checkbook to straightening my closet. I won't mention the really important things that were inhibitied because of fear.

It still creeps into my consciousness now and then. Like this blog for instance. What if the faces all start to look alike? What if no one reads the blog? What if those who see it think it's stupid? What if I can't think of anything to write? And on and on and on I go. But that's the point isn't it? To have these thoughts - to feel the fear - but to do it anyway. Because in the end, either way I might fail. I might not succeed in what I'm doing but I would definitely feel like I've failed if I don't even try.

What's scaring you lately?

Monday, October 19, 2009


"Oh god, oh god...please help me hold this one in. Why did I eat those beans? I knew I shouldn't have eaten them AND the ice cream for desert. Just a little while longer...please...I promise I'll never eat dairy and beans again. Never. Never, never, never, nev.... Uh oh..."

My Reflection:

I used to make fun of my mother when I'd hear little sounds coming from her as she walked across the room. I never knew that one day I'd be making my own noise and it wouldn't always be in the privacy of my home.

I know I'm moving into the later part of my life when the topic of conversation is centered around stuff that is supposed to happen in the bathroom. My husband is a gifted flatulator and proud of it. One of his greatest regrets is a surgery he had to have that greatly reduced that talent.

I guess it's not really any different than coughing for sneezing - it just comes from a different source - right? Which reminds me of the most embarrassing public flatulent moment. I was successfully holding in a gigantic gas bubble until a sneeze came upon me quite unexpectedly, resulting in the loudest sneeze/fart ever. It didn't help that I was in a fancy store with high ceilings and marble floors.

What is your most embarrassing flatulent moment?

Sunday, October 18, 2009


"'s pretty amazing up here - and flying through these cotton balls is a lot easier than I thought it would be! They're not as solid as they seem.

Uh oh, that train is going to hit that car....HEY...WATCH OUT! Whew...that was close. It's a good thing I'm up here watching out for all this stuff. No telling what would happen if I didn't have this bird's eye view."

My Reflection:

Assumptions will get me every time. I'll think for sure that I have something figured out and what I thought was as dense as a cotton ball turns out to be as airy as a cloud.

I also get tripped up on bird's eye views. Based on what I see at a distance, I think I know what will happen like that train and car collision and then as The Aviator did, I'll try and sound the alarm. I've learned, however, that life isn't meant to be played in the air. It's meant to be experienced on the ground where I can't always see the big picture, know where I'm going or what calamity might be ahead. So, why am I tempted to put those glasses on time and time again and head for the sky? I guess it's just so much easier up there where I "think" I can see.

Where do you like to hang out?

Saturday, October 17, 2009

THE STALER - 12/365

"Okay, I'll be right there - I just have a few more things to do.

Just give me a second - I need a minute more and then I'll totally be ready to go.'s taking me a little longer than I expected so maybe you should start out and I'll catch up with you.

Oh no....did I miss out? Darn, I really wanted to go with you. I'm so time for sure."

My Reflection:

I've heard somewhere that when something annoys me that it's usually because it's something within myself that I haven't come to terms with. I wonder if I, like The Staler, cram too much into my day and then end up not doing the things that, in the long run, are going to matter most to me?

I guess I'll always have things to do - on the other hand, spending time with a person I care about might not always be possible. The challenge is how to not think about the things I have to do WHILE I'm spending time with the person I love.

How do you do it?

Friday, October 16, 2009




Nothing is wrong...


I don’t know what you mean...

I’m fine...


I said I'm FINE...


you know what you did."

My Reflection:

Sometimes I wish there could be some sort of special radio station that would allow my thoughts and feelings to travel directly into someone else’s head. I used to pout a lot when I was little - usually when I couldn’t do something like go swimming in the middle of winter. I remember my mother saying, “Sue, take that shnubble off your face.” She never asked me why I had it on there in the first place. But perhaps if she had, I wouldn’t have known how to express myself anyway.

It takes a lot to learn the language of feelings - even now, there are times I find myself at a loss when searching for words to describe them. Maybe one day someone will write a “Feelings” Dictionary that would include numerous ways to constructively communicate them.


What would you put in your "feelings" dictionary?

Thursday, October 15, 2009


Ya sure do a lot of things don’t cha? Can’t say I think ya do um too good neither. Just when ya start to get the hang of one of um, yur off and runnin’ to the next. Why don’t ya just sit a while and get to know it better before ya start do’n sumthin’ else? All this runnin’ around reminds me uh chasin’ chickens fir dinner.

My Reflection:

Is it just me, or do you always feel like you’re chasing after something too? Then, just when I think I’ve caught what I want, something else comes along and I find myself running after that.

What would it be like to sit still for a while - to contemplate what I already have in my hands - to not feel the need to run from one thing to the next?

Maybe the question should be - am I running from one thing to the next out of need - or out of habit? Hmm....

Wednesday, October 14, 2009


Come over here to my tent... you know you are dying to see what is inside. Why should I tell you what it is? You need to come in to see for yourself - it is so amazing I cannot even describe it. But I will tell you that it is something you have never seen before - something so exotic - so fantastic that when you see it you will be changed forever. The cost? What does the cost matter when you will be getting something that is priceless? Besides, I will not take your money, instead I will take something you cannot see and may not even be aware that you have. Your soul is an excellent exchange don’t you think? In fact, I doubt you will even miss it.

My Reflection:

I can always tell when I’m being lured into something. I get this funny feeling in my solar plexus that literally feels like it’s tugging on me. At the same time that’s happening - I’m getting a faint message that this is not what it seems and should be avoided. Sometimes I have the ability to turn away and let the cord that’s attached itself to me to disengage - but sometimes for reasons I can’t quite explain I allow myself to be sucked in. I’ve come to the conclusion that I can’t be connected to my spirit and someone else’s cord all at the same time - it’s either one or the other.


What are you connected to?

Tuesday, October 13, 2009


Oh, thank you.....I like these lips too! I knew the minute I saw them when I was in the plastic surgeon’s office that I just had to have them.

So, when did you get your nose? I love it! I was going for that look too but she got a little carried away - so now I have to go in next week for a touch up. Maybe, I’ll have her add a little to my cheeks at the same time. I was looking in the super-duper magnifying mirror the other day and thought they looked a little skimpy. But, have you heard the latest? You can now do a total face exchange.

I’m going to get mine absolutely perfect so I can get the most for the trade-in.

My Reflection:

I’ll admit it, I’m as vain as the next person. When I had my face-lift at 55 my sister thought I should get psychiatric care. I like taking care of myself; exercise, vitamins, facials and yes, the occasional Botox. But looking in the mirror, I’m wondering when to start the “phasing out process” - you know, what you see is what it REALLY is?

All I can say is... I’m “thinking” about it. I’m aware that sooner or later I’ll have the smoothest face in the world, but will also have the most uninteresting face. Besides, it won’t hide my age because like the “Forever Young Woman”, it will just look like I’m wearing someone else’s face. My mother often says she can’t believe she’s got so many wrinkles. I ask her if she thinks it’s because she’s ninety-five? But, that doesn’t compute for her because, inside her spirit is still young no matter what she may look like on the outside. Maybe that’s why some of us have a hard time. The outside that’s aging doesn’t match the inside.


How do you feel inside?

Monday, October 12, 2009


Hey, what do you want from me? I get bored, that’s all. When I want something, I want it and I want it bad. Nothin’ stops me - I’m like a dog diggin’ up a bone - I know it’s down there and I’m gonna get it. It’s not personal or nothin’ -- just the way I am. Sure, I chew on it a while, but then my nose starts sniffin’ out another bone and the bone I’m workin’ on just doesn’t taste too good anymore. The only way I’ll get interested in that bone again is if someone else wants it -- then it starts to smell good all over again.

My Reflection:

Have you ever wanted something so much that it’s all you can think about?

You feel like you just have to have it, you see yourself with it - how your going to use it or wear it or be with it and just know that it’s meant to be yours. So, we save our money or pull out our charge cards or start calling that person and before you know it, it’s ours. But it’s never what we expected - never quite what we thought it might be. I’m starting to think that the best things in life are the things that happen without expectation, without need, without the “want” behind it. An unexpected gift.


Are there things you can’t live without? Or, what unexpected gifts have you received?

Sunday, October 11, 2009


You can wear all the perfume you want but you can’t cover up that smell. No-sir’ee, this nose will sniff it out, figure it out and point it out too. I have no idea what it’s all about. What do you think I am anyway, a private investigator? Besides, that’s not my job - my job is to use this appendage to take a whiff and give my more, no less.

My Reflection:

When I sense someone’s trying to overlay the facts with something other than the truth I rarely challenge them. Instead, I extract the idea and hold on to it - kind of like taking an item off of the shelf and adding it to my grocery cart at the super market. Then, at some point in the conversation when the basket starts to over flow, I find myself “checking out.” I’m no longer hearing the words they are saying but rather focusing on the ones I’ve collected in the cart. Why is it so hard to follow my instincts and challenge the discrepancy in the first place? Perhaps it’s easier to just make up my own story but what does that accomplish?


What do you do with tidbits of information that don’t add up?

Saturday, October 10, 2009


"Gee, I don't know. There are so many choices here. So many fun things to do that I just can't decide. Hmm.....okay, I think I'll do this. NO WAIT...maybe this. Yes, this looks like the right thing. I can't wait don't know. Now THAT looks REALLY interesting! THAT could be it - maybe it IS it! I'm sure of it. Wait..........."

My Reflection:

Have you ever had an idea or maybe an opportunity and thought, "this is what I've been waiting for - this is the very thing that's going to fulfill me. If I can just do this, I know that I'll be happy - it's what I am meant to do." This has happened to me more times than I care to admit. After the initial stage of euphoria, I'm suddenly distracted by other really amazing ideas. In fact, I think that's where ideas come from - each other. They multiply like little jack rabbits and before you know it, they're all over the place. Or, maybe what I'm really experiencing is the overwhelming task of bringing them into reality. So much so, that I become conveniently distracted by bigger and better possibilities. Sometimes, I'm not sure what is worse - feeling stuck with no ideas or getting stuck with too many.

Where do you stand?

Friday, October 9, 2009


"So, sue me. I like to take a look at things. I like to look carefully - VERY carefully. And if there's anything out of sync, anything out of place, anything that doesn't add up......well don't worry, I'll point it out so you can fix it. No need to thank me - sometimes you can't see what you're doing that's all - - you're just too close to it. I have the advantage of being farther away so I can see the whole picture. I think you assume you're going forward but all you're doing is going around in a circle. How are you going to get where you want to go if you keep around and around like that? You do want to get somewhere don't you?"

My Reflection:

I'll admit that sometimes I entertain myself by looking at the life patterns of others. I don't really go looking for them, they just seem to show up like a roadmap that suddenly appears on their forehead. When that happens, like The Scrutinizer, I feel compelled to share that information with them. Not always good idea. The pattern maker is probably either too stunned by the discovery (more like an intrusion I'd say) or too nice to tell me to mind my own patterns and to stay out of theirs. But it's so hard to see your own pattern isn't it? As much as I think I can sometimes see the map on my forehead - I still find myself going around and around the same issue.

How well can you see yours?