Dreams in the wind…

Even as I’ve held on, with an almost death grip, the balloons floated away along with all my hopes and dreams. Is this some mental “phase” as one grows older, the painful realization that a cherished future is no longer possible and the powerful emotional shift from holding onto dreams and finally accepting that they are gone?

Many of us have experienced the end of a relationship or friendship, some long-held ambition that has failed, a professional setback or moving on from grief. We may struggle to move beyond a given incident. Any transition we might go through can bring feelings of excitement or confusion and it feels like one more balloon slipping away. We become aware that we want more from life, feeling dissatisfied with our current status, kind of a double- edged sword which leaves us feeling energized or downright confused. From this point, a new phase may surface where we accept ourselves and others, understanding that everything has a purpose and that everyone has flaws.

This is where I presently find myself. Figuratively clutching a bunch of balloons, holding onto some for dear life and letting others go, almost with a vengeance. We all know that the inspiration by a balloon release has the meaning behind this phrase as figurative, not literal, as each one represents a hope, a dream, a goal, or intention. Colorful and light, each one holds some promise of soaring to great heights but, as they float away, the symbolism points to letting go or giving up something precious. Let’s face it, when any balloon floats away, it is an irreversible release. When any of these colorful objects disappear into the sky, there is a sense of helplessness; emptiness grasps us with a sense of fading hopes. The sight of them drifting out of our sight can be both beautiful and heartbreaking. Sometimes, even a relief.

What then, should our focus be? I keep thinking about what mine should be and that is learning, building something new and, just plain, surviving, my best answer. Any current personal phase is a temporary period in life marked by many things, it’s more fluid than a defined “life stage” and can blend with other phases, change, or persist for several years. Reaching in to explore what makes us who we are, while identifying our values and purpose, helps us to better understand ourselves and just where our place is in the world. Sound like a plan?

Perhaps our weaknesses can be mixed in with the balloons that float away but our strengths can be found with any new balloons that we grasp as tightly as possible and with more defined purpose. We then hope that our dreams don’t drift off into the wind.

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From the Writer’s Workshop: Write a story starting with the line “The balloons floated away along with all my hopes and dreams.” / Tell us about the phase you’re going through currently.



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Letting go…

“Time turns flames to embers
You’ll have new Septembers
Everyone of us has messed up too
Minds change like the weather
I hope you remember
Today is never too late to be brand new”

— Taylor Swift, Innocent

Let’s face it, most of us have what may be described as an overwhelming amount of “stuff”. Admit it. We tend to hold onto things for so many reasons, mostly sentimental. Memorabilia, books, photographs, clothing that we’re saving for occasions that never happen, and more items that we think family members might appreciate having someday. Operative word noted…”think”. Of course, some of our most cherished possessions aren’t pricey objects but mementos like concert ticket stubs, plane tickets, and family photos which remind us of times in life that we want to remember. Such simple items can be so much more special than material wealth.

There is something about the changing season, especially September, the annual back-to-school season and a reminder of new beginnings and the need to streamline in our lives. The focus is on all that is truly necessary as life moves ahead. An new perspective on our possessions can take place and we tend to stand back, usually in frustration, and attempt to focus on just what is essential and what can be released. I’ve read about a trend called “No Spend September”, where focus is put on spending and reflecting on belongings that truly hold sentimental value while realizing what is truly necessary and just how much more we really do not need.

September is a time of harvest, of transition, and reflection. As summer ends and fall steps in, this shift encourages us to look forward and identify the deeper meaning of many things. We should take stock of our accomplishments and all that we have in life, especially things which highlight our personal growth and positive experiences.

As trees shed their leaves each fall, we are often reminded of the need to let go, to shed burdens, both physical and emotional, and eliminate items in our lives that no longer serve a purpose. A simple lesson in letting go which many go through after a personal loss as they agonizingly sift through the belongings of a loved one; a painful process but so necessary in order to make room for healing. Letting go isn’t failure, not at all. It’s strength and making room what what inspires us and September seems to help encourage the path for new beginnings.

The crisp air and golden September sunlight can make us feel alive as we venture outside into the colorful stage autumn paints for us each year. The pressures and distractions of summer quickly fade and it’s a cue for us to reset routines, finish the year strong, and become brand new.

From the Writer’s Workshop: Write a post inspired by the word possession. Tell us about something you learned in September.

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Grabbing precious time…

You will never find the time you seem to keep losing, you just have to make it, a valuable, and often difficult, lesson in our hectic world. We need to reframe ourselves from being a victim of some imposed schedule and become an architect of our days, while we can.

Whatever the project, hobby or some much-needed escape from reality, making time is about intentional choices and setting boundaries. As I sit here, composing this and thoughts stumble around in my head, I realize that, since slamming into the ripe old age of 80 two weeks ago, I suddenly find myself grabbing onto any free time with a death grip. Facing one’s mortality can do that, you know?

Once you see the full picture, identify your priorities. The most important tasks often aren’t the most urgent and essential to my immediate well-being. I need “me” time, even small windows of solitude, say 30 minutes, here and there, even 10 minutes to de-stress after work and dealing with the “drive at five” highway trip home.

One more thing. Learn to say effing ‘NO!” without guilt because if you say “yes” to one thing that means saying “no” to another and no one has to be everything to everyone! Be polite, it’s you first, not being selfish, just essential for protecting your energy.

Doing that kind of rebalancing won’t happen quickly, some days you will absolutely nail it, others, well, you’ll fall very short. Don’t stress over achieving a perfect balance every day but find a personal rhythm that works for you and never beat yourself up for any less-than-perfect day. Shit happens! Yes, I’m blunt. At 80 years of age, I’ve damned well earned the right to say what I’m feeling.

Grabbing and holding onto precious time is an ongoing practice of self-awareness and intention. Start small, be kind to yourself, and remember that when you do, you are investing in your well-being which will ultimately give you more energy for everything, and everyone, else.

From the Writer’s Workshop: What or who are you always willing to make time for?


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