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Get a Grip (13/60)

Here's my Sunday Confessions (good day for it right?):

I sometimes (more often than I like) lose all perspective.  I'd like to think I know when this is happening, but I have no idea.  Perspective just slowly but surely slips away and life mysteriously becomes more and more challenging for no apparent reason.  

Then comes a morning like this morning, listening to a talk from years ago by Thomas S. Monson, and my perspective comes right back to me.  Like magic.

Today, for the first time, I realized that the best part, the magical part of perspective is that it gives . . .  actually . . . it infuses you with hope.  And that hope, it invigorates your mind and you think, Wait, I can do this or that.  In fact, I want to make these changes in my life so that I can get all these things done.  Just like that, you're more excited about waking up in the morning. You feel like life has a bit more purpose and reason.  And maybe, just maybe, good things are just around the corner.

So what do I want this week?  I'll tell you.

I want to call or text my family.  I want to take some yoga classes (maybe three).  I'm going to call SLCC and UVU about doing a Interior design program.  I want to hike a mountain.  I want to take two naps and make dinner every night.  I want to hug my kids three times per child per day.  I want to remember to take vitamins and eat more real food.  And . . . about five hundred other things, most of which will never happen.  But it's all good because I have perspective and I know that I can only do to much with out my brain popping, so I'm going to let go what I don't do.  The most important things always have a way of getting done.  

The main cause, I've seen for my loss of perspective is not giving myself enough time to be still.  I have NO idea who or where I'll find that time, but this week, it takes top place on my list . . . which I will really write down (because when you write it down . . .).  

Mary, you will be still and quiet this week.  Once a day you can give yourself 20 minutes of silence.  When?  9:30-9:50am

So . .. if I'm not returning your calls or texts . . . I'm in my still mode.  

I'll let you know how good that works . . . I'm nervous.  I'm horrible at follow through.  But I did the food thing.  I faced my hunger.  I can face carving out time.  20 minutes.  I can do twenty minutes . . . 

I keep thinking of that phrase, "Get a Grip."  It's funny that until you really feel your grip slipping, do you realize what it means.  Piper is doing gymnastics and is always talking about losing her grip and how it hurts and results in all sorts of injuries and discouragement.  Having a good grip makes all the difference between being able to do the move or not.  A bad grip, you're toast.  A good grip, your unstoppable.

I've had a crappy grip on my life . . . it's totally been controlling me.  But NO MORE!  I'm determined to change my grip and make it sure and strong.

Wish me luck?!

I am going to totally need it.  But also . . . I'm feeling good about it.  This week . . . things are going to happen (maybe?)!


Here's my day in pictures:

Grandma Thomas birthday celebration (and Gigi and Piper)
Three Birthday Girls . . . Grandma, Piper, Gigi
John and Lil' Henry . . . 
My favorite . . . all the cousins playing games together.  Pretty much, a magical night.

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