Creative Life Midwife

Inspiring Artistic Rebirth

I Gave it All Up Until…..

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Artists often give up at some point due to fear. The image inspires the rebirth to those who may be ready for what is better for them: art again.

I was in a theatre time capsule from the time I was eleven-years-old until I was forty-two-years-old. My children were involved in theatre. I happily played the role of “Theatre Mom” until I took an acting class by accident (I wanted a singing class) when all of a sudden my eleven-year-old self woke up and I found myself auditioning and being cast in my first community theater event ever.

At first I did shows constantly. I was cast in nearly everything I auditioned to be in. When I wasn’t on stage, I was on the tech grew, learning and growing constantly.

Life got busier and I didn’t do as much anymore even though I was still immersed in the local theater world. Over time I slowly – unnoticed- found myself feeling sadder and sadder and didn’t feel compelled to take the risk of auditioning anymore.

I got turned down one too many consecutive times. The time when I agreed to do a show I hit obstacles in my personal life and it wasn’t fun anymore. I gave it up, again.

Even though I am feeling better now than I have in years, insecurity rises when I think of auditioning. The familiar bully named FEAR joins the chorus. Once again I turn away from one of my great loves: the stage.

Birds don't question their abilities, but they sing anyway. This yellow bird shows us that. Why do we assume we aren't any good?

I have been reading Rachel Hollis’ book, “Girl, Stop Apologizing” before I go to sleep at night. In it, she talks about the power of “What if” questions. Now in my notebook there is an ongoing list of “What if” questions to use as prompts. Here are three I am working from as a result of my theatre conundrum:

What if I am not as good as I think I am?

What if I am better than I think I am?

What will I risk losing if I don’t try again?

These are not only for me. Use these writing prompts to guide you in the choices you make. Use them for meditation, for art, for contemplation as you exercise.

Share them with friends in your next conversation.

There are a lot of people out there who forget their gifts. Let’s reach out to them now, starting with yourself.

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Stop Rushing, Continue Growing

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Healing comes with time and space: This mixed media artwork is an illustration of the healing processSometimes it feels like I am always rushing. Today I created a time buffer and I was still racing around due to a misplaced debit card I hadn’t discovered was misplaced until I was at the ATM halfway to my destination and I fumbled in my wallet for the absent card.

I managed to rush home and race back to the ATM and slide into place with ten minutes to spare, but in the midst of the rushing back and forth I was giving myself a quiet, calm pep talk.

“The old Julie would give up, the new Julie knows it is more important she show up and participate however that looks.”

“The old Julie would be critiquing her forgetfulness, yelling at her inability to be organized and with foresight to realize her shortcoming before it happened. The new Julie recognizes her own humanity and mirror compassion back at herself.”

“The old Julie would sentence herself to solitary confinement until some magical day when she started to ‘do better’ which is difficult to ‘do” when she has no measurement of social improvement in self-imposed exile. The new Julie is grateful she has a friend who invited her out, who she could safely confide in her dilemma, and who trusted her in every step she made along the way.”

My friend saved my seat: all was well. I filled myself with deep breaths. I made space to restore calm prior to the “main event” – absorbing new knowledge from the meeting I was attending, connecting with new people and old friends, deciding what applications to take with me afterwards.

When I was spit out from that womb of safety two hours later I was right back into the race, this time on mom-delivery duty.

Somewhere in those precious two hours my friend saw something in me that prompted her to text me saying “I keep learning new things about you. You amaze me!”

I texted back, “I wish I would amaze myself more!”

She gave me a smart suggestion I often overlook, “”Look at yourself from the perspective of other people.”

I sent a smile emoji and wrote, “I’m working on it….”

I’ve had a long practiced unconscious habit of not valuing myself.

I ask myself: How much praise from myself will it take for me to believe it?

It isn’t the amount of praise that matters, it is me believing these things about myself are valuable that matters.

What will it take for me to change these perspectives and transform them into beliefs? In the past I would harp on myself to create more evidence in order to manifest greater levels of belief in myself.

Maybe that is what I am doing without even knowing it.

Lately I have been spending more time in meditation. I have been purposefully feeding my spirit with a healthy dose of kudos from others. I have been pampering myself with loving self-reflection and spending time with people who like me not because of what I do, but because I exist.

These people remind me the world really is better because I am here in all my quirky, silly, unique-viewed, word-loving self.

I recognize healing like this doesn’t come overnight and it doesn’t Sunrise at the panorama bluffs in Bakersfield illustrates how healing is a daily, repetitive practicecome in one mountain top a-ha. It is a process it is a (choose your favorite journey, path, etc metaphor.) It doesn’t end, it integrates. It resurfaces for a variety of reasons none of which say “You are less than” or “you are not worthy” or “you are not enough.”

Healing comes in repetition, like the sunrise repeats itself every day.

Feeling better comes from multiple directions from multiple sources: different people at different times and different circumstances. Practice saying “This is all good” because it is, all good.

Julie JordanScott looks to heaven as she takes a pause in her writing.Julie JordanScott, the Creative Life Midwife, is a writer, a poet performer, a Creativity Coach, A Social Media Whiz and a Mother of three. One of her greatest joys include loving people into their greatness they just aren’t quite able to realize yet. She spent a year working as a leader of an Instagram Group and is now leveraging that experience to create a learning workshop/playshop experience about instagram based on having fun called Summer Lovin’ with Instagram. Click this link to find out more. To set up a complimentary exploratory session, please visit here. Be sure to follow her on Social Media platforms so you may participate in one of her upcoming events. You won’t want to miss a thing – your future self will thank you!Facebooktwitterpinterest

Healing Stories of Scarcity & Lack to Move Forward, With Love

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Woman sitting underneath a magnolia tree, writing. Also a prompt: "Take your time with healing. Stay with it. Move forward with love. Love is abundance, afterall."

What are the best methods to heal your stories of scarcity and lack?

It is a balance: one ought not dwell on scarcity and lack AND if we do not acknowledge, address, and integrate our past scarcity and lack, it will continue to cycle through us until we listen. Consciously addressing what was before – before we decided to heal our scarcity thinking, for example – will build a stronger foundation based in our true experiences of abundance and prosperity.

I would love for you to take your time with this, to allow your insights to flow. On the other hand, do not give it more power than it is due. Do not wallow in it, allow your scarcity story to become a part of your past.

Let it go, let it go, let it go!

om from a house in Los Angeles. A slanted light is entering the space. Prompt: let's aim to heal your wounds from scarcity and lack. Begin with taking note. Continue to practice letting go The Passionate Prosperity Collective.

Tips: 

1. Don’t rush to get your healing in “the done pile” because when we do that, actually move further away from completion.

Do journal: use your art journal or your photo journal or your morning pages notebook. Devote a specific space and time to your healing work.  

2. Take your time. Small chunks of time over several days are sometimes the best strategy to begin.

3. Don’t be shallow. Skating on the surface just makes us itchy later. Maybe have lunch of a do take time for coffee with friends where you practice sharing some of this “itchy” and together, you may help each other gain comfort.

4.  At first, going deep feels scary. It is risky! Praise yourself for this!

Your writing prompt:

The wound is the place light enters you. Your heart-directed actions are what multiplies the light.

Make a list of the times you have felt wounded in the last month.

  • Start a list of when you felt wounded or hurt throughout your day. The next morning, wake up and write about one of those incidents, with an aim of possible solutions to the cycle of wounding .
  • Brain storm possible actions to take to reverse the wound and continue or start the healing process.
  • Please reach out to me using the contact form below if you would find personal, transformational coaching valuable.

Two questions to answer in the comments:


1) Would you value or enjoy or appreciate a Zoom Session to do a Healing Scarcity Ritual in community??

2) Write into the comments ONE scarcity thought you are ready to let go of now –

Julie JordanScott looks to heaven as she takes a pause in her writing.

Julie JordanScott, the Creative Life Midwife, is a writer, a poet performer, a Creativity Coach, A Social Media Whiz and a Mother of three. One of her greatest joys include loving people into their greatness they just aren’t quite able to realize yet. She spent a year working as a leader of an Instagram Group and is now leveraging that experience to create a learning workshop/playshop experience about instagram based on having fun called Summer Lovin’ with Instagram. Click this link to find out more. To set up a complimentary exploratory session, please visit here. Be sure to follow her on Social Media platforms so you may participate in one of her upcoming events. You won’t want to miss a thing – your future self will thank you!

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    The View & Your Next Action: What do you do when face to face with a mountain?

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    I have no idea why I published this blog post or even what my point behind it was. I know the photo was taken a little more than a year ago when my son was going to his freshman orientation at University of Nevada at Las Vegas.

    This was right after I found out Maria had died. That’s my guess, and that’s what the “very little evidence” shows.

    “If you are faced with a mountain, you have several options. You can climb it and cross to the other side. You can go around it. You can dig under it. You can fly over it. You can blow it up. You can ignore it and pretend it’s not there. You can turn around and go back the way you came. Or you can stay on the mountain and make it your home.”— Vera Nazarian
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    Looking at this image, tears come to my eyes. So recently I stood here in awe of this absolutely gorgeous, heart opening space. It is so close to the casinos of Las Vegas yet I had no idea, no idea until I was there what splendor I had been missing.

    Even as I got news of a beloved friend’s death two days before this trip, I anchored my memories and emotions in how she would have enjoyed the purity of the beauty here.

    Please, tell me in the comments about a heart opening space or time from your experience.

    Julie JordanScott looks to heaven as she takes a pause in her writing.

    Julie JordanScott, the Creative Life Midwife, is a writer, a poet performer, a Creativity Coach, and a Mother of three. One of her
    greatest joys include loving people into their greatness they just aren’t quite able to realize yet. To set up a complimentary exploratory session,     please visit here. Be sure to follow her on Social Media platforms so you may participate in one of her upcoming events. You won’t want to miss a thing – your future self will thank you!

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    And Time Marches On…. and This Mom Continues Learning, too.

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    I heard a weird scratching at the door which I thought might be the cat, though I didn’t see her get out. I watched as the door opened and Samuel stepped through, smiling.

    “What are you doing home so early?” It was only 9:30 and his Japanese class at Bakersfield College lasts until 11:10 and then he usually is home a half hour after that, at least.

    “Today is mid-terms,” he said, with a wider small than I am used to seeing across his eighteen-year-old usually-bored-with-his-old-mother face.
    “How did it go?” I asked.

    “Well,” he said. Since he was smiling even more widely, I continued the conversation.

    “When will you find out how you did?”

    “Tomorrow I think, probably,” he answered. He \share more, his face still bright, the shortened week thanks to the Fourth of July. He took himself and his soda and Takis chips which he bought on the way home, into his Man Cave before texting me.

    “I need to rent “The Last Samarai” with Tom Cruise in it for a worksheet for class. I need to get it done soon.”

    We went back and forth via text even though we were about twenty steps apart before I gave him my Amazon log-in so he could watch it on Prime.
    I think he was excited to use his new debit card for a thirty-day prime trial, but he could wait and use his shiny newly-minted-adult-no-parents-allowed-goodies for another time.

    This all feels wonderfully surreal.

    • Wasn’t I just showing up when he was in kindergarten, barracuda mom, when the vice-principal insisted my parenting skills were obviously awful or my child wouldn’t be behaving like this?
    • Wasn’t I just battling it out with educrats about whether or not he could be mainstreamed into more general ed classes?
    • Didn’t he just call and convene his own IEP meeting in writing his Freshman year to make a change in his education plan?

    His time at Bakersfield College for Summer School has been nothing short of remarkable, where I was able to stand as an anonymous witness. I have been a student and an employee there. I can blend in and watch him manage the administrative tasks at one time the educators “in charge” never imagined he would do successfully.

    The next few months will be interesting. Now that it’s July, we are on the sixth month count-down to a brand new decade. Whoa. I hadn’t connected the dots like that until just this moment.

    What are you looking forward to over the rest of this year?

    Julie JordanScott is the author of the upcoming book, Dear Autism Mom, a collection of encouraging, instructing and inspiring letters to parents of children who are on the autism spectrum. Her son, Samuel, recently graduated high school and will be attending University of Nevada, Las Vegas in Fall 2019. She is a Life and Creativity Coach, a Writer, Retreat Leader and Social Media Expert who loves inspiring others into their greatness.Facebooktwitterpinterest

    Now Begin: Your Journey Back to Where You Were Always Meant to Be

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    We’re being called to refresh our lives: to begin again, to realize and become who we were meant to become since even before we were born.

    Our life coaching and personal growth series, “Now Begin, Again” will help you as you discover how to open, wake up, stop the negative self-talk and destructive habits and  replace them with all that is good, right, sacred and true. .

    For the next few weeks I’ll be livestreaming the poem, “Now Begin” – sharing it’s transformative power with you. Along the way we will scoop up writing prompts, some stories and a lot of fresh new insights so that you may lead a better life.

    I’ll be scattering the goodness on Facebook Live, Periscope and IGLive before I meander over to YouTube with it.

    And Now, the Poem and the Introduction as shared on Instagram TV and Twitter:

    The Poem that Started the Series: Written in 1999.

    Take away the degrees, titles and accomplishments –


    What is discovered at your core?\


    What is your unique, special spark?


    Buried deep, neglected, that you’ve chosen to ignore?

    Seeking to please whomever.

    Drowning out the pure longings of your heart

    Struggling, freezing, suffocating –

    Until finally, you choose to start. 

    Whispers from the spirit.

    Soul’s song from deep within.

    After dancing, stranger among strangers –

    Claim it. Your life. Now Begin – 

    Take the poem more deeply with these prompts focused on the first line. Throughout the series more prompts will be offered for you to explore more deeply and begin again, better and better and better.

    Writing prompts for a efreshed beginning from Julie JordanScott. Gain personal discovery while enjoying poetry from the Creative Life Midwife.

    Julie JordanScott, the Creative Life Midwife, is a writer, a poet performer, a Creativity Coach, and a Mother of three. One of her
    greatest joys include loving people into their greatness they just aren’t quite able to realize yet. To set up a complimentary exploratory session, please visit here.

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    End the Downward Self Talk Spiral: From Lament to Self Love

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    Why do I have to go so deep with so many things? Why do I take a submarine dive into a simple prompt? Why am I compelled to feel so deeply? Why aren’t toe dips in the shallow end enough for me? Why do I get so passionate about certain subjects that I am a weasel who won’t let go and then wonder why some people turn and walk away, shaking their heads

    Do you ever hear yourself in a self-talk spiral that finds faults with lament qualities you would enjoy in someone else?

    This week has been overly abundant in self-laments and at times more negativity than necessary or appropriate.

    1. Why do I have to go so deep with so many things? Why do I take a submarine dive into a simple prompt?
    2. Why am I compelled to feel so deeply? Why aren’t toe dips in the shallow end enough for me?
    3. Why do I get so passionate about certain subjects that I am a weasel who won’t let go and then wonder why some people turn and walk away, shaking their heads

    I had a simple prompt to write about the antagonist for my work-in-progress that I recently finished copyediting and it took me most of the day to come up with a slightly coherent response. Here is a slice of the Instagram post I wrote:

    Permission to lament is granted. Healthy boundaries lead to breakthroughs,

    I’ve been struggling with this post today as it isn’t easy to say or admit or deal with and then there is this reality that as a writer I am supposed to be able to write easily.

    My antagonist in my WIP (almost done, in final edits) is as much an entity as a human, though in my head there is one scene that replays over and over and over again that involves two fully grown men including a school psychologist basically holding my son in a corner while he was screaming and they were standing there with their arms folded “guarding” a six-year-old-boy who was overwhelmed and unable to process what was happening to him/around him.

    The school psychologist who ought to have recognized the behaviors associated with autism spectrum, who under the education code was legally obligated to make a referral to have my son tested – in fact, he ought to have administered the tests – was instead standing over him with his arms folded.

    Today I have been imagining what that must have been like for him.

    I remember arriving on the scene and breaking through the guard barrier and picking him up and setting him on my lap and rocking him as his crying started tapering off because he was being treated like a human again.

    And then the person who has impacted me most in this past year and then into the new year is not a single person, but the shattering of my expectations of what is good and right and expected.

    My inner wrangling is a reflection of my unmet longings and an opportunity of confessional. Opening myself in soul confession is something that has bit by bottom most recently though at the best of times, authentic confessions have built constructive relationships. Focus on that true memory: authentic confessions build constructive relationships, soulful friends, faithful and vibrant companions.

    Suddenly a light comes on above my eyebrows:

    I am a complex human who loves well, who is active in a variety of spaces and places. I love complexity, unconventionality and deep connection.

    My inner wrangling is a reflection of my unmet longings and an opportunity of confessional. Opening myself in soul confession is something that has bit by bottom most recently though at the best of times, authentic confessions have built constructive relationships.

    Focus on that true memory: authentic confessions build constructive relationships, soulful friends, faithful and vibrant companions.

    It is with people who are not aligned that I have fallen flat.

    Here is to laments and the celebrations that come from the light within.

    Here is to the antagonists and the inadvertent transformation they spark.

    Here is to me, in my wobbly embrace of my narrative, your narrative and her narrative. It feels so good to find my smile after kicking around in this rubble for a day (which I realize now was a well spent day afterall.)

    Julie JordanScott is a creative life coach, writer, poet, Mama extraordinaire and mixed media artist whose greatest joys include loving people into their greatness they just aren’t quite able to realize yet. To set up a complimentary exploratory session, please visit here.

    She is so thrilled to announce the next session of the Passionate Women’s Writing Circle is open for registration. Find out more and
    Join the upcoming Passionate Women’s Writing Circle which begins again on Friday, February 1. Click for details and to sign up now.

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    Sacred and Strategic: Welcoming the Return to Heart

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    Last night two exceptional things took place: I chose to light a candle before I sat down for my evening writing time and in doing so I claimed the time as sacred. 

    Before I went to bed, I blew out the candle and as strange as it may sound,  my notebook insisted I take the time to do my evening sacred journal time.

    My sacred strategic journaling time, something I have wanted to do consistently but had challenges making into a regular ritual.

    I fell asleep later than expected last night and yet I am awake again before 6 am, writing. My life long lover – writing and the creative process – who I have been neglecting and in neglecting my writing practice I’ve also been neglecting myself.

    Sacred. Set apart. Loved.

    The action of writing, free flow, journaling is sacred. When I recognize and complete the act I recognize the blessings I receive in taking the simple action. It is the opposite of neglecting myself and my intention, it is bathed in spirit and love and it says “You have chosen yourself, you have chosen to invest in your vision, you have come inside it instead of pressing your nose against the window of it.”

    Somewhere in the past few years at some time, it doesn’t matter right now exactly when and where, the last lingering shred of my daily practices fell away.  I did them less often than I didn’t.  I didn’t make excuses, I didn’t talk about it I didn’t even notice enough to put voice to their absence. Unconsciously, I pushed away what kept me the most productive and happy. I didn’t even look up as they exited the room.

    A metaphor hovering above my fingers is “your lack of devotion to your practices closed your heart-door” and along with it my mind-brain door. And while I looked pretty ok on the outside, if one looked closely – it was obvious. 

    Now I’m back, now I am taking action – in the book-ends of sleep and waking. Three days in and a part of me says “You can’t call yourself back yet,” but I do and I am.

    Yes, I had been writing – but it wasn’t as much of the free flow style, writing simply to write that quenches the thirst of my spirit, that actually soothes the underbelly of what’s showing up as “wrong” in life and understands clearly it is all simply process.

    This was sacred. And I forgot it. 

    Last night, I picked it back up and held it in the candlelight. 

    I remembered. Sacred. 

    Sacred is back and I am, too. 

    I am sitting in the center of the sacred chambers of my heart, moving my fingers on the keyboard allowing words to find their way whether good or bad or boring – the letters and words are no longer stalled. I’m declaring the end of my prison term, the completion of my punishment and the return of the daily sacred, of experiencing the transcendent joy in the extraordinary ordinary, I am devoting myself a bride to my own worth and return to the safe haven of self-love.

    I realize some people will find this entire public written display to be quite odd.

    So be it.

    This post came from engaging with the 7 Magic Words process from Marisa Goudy. Find out more here. 

    Julie JordanScott is a creative life coach, writer, poet, Mama extraordinaire and mixed media artist whose greatest joys include loving people into their greatness they just aren’t quite able to realize yet. To set up a complimentary exploratory session, please visit here.

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    Gratitude: Ordinary Beautiful & You

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    What am I grateful for in 2018?

    I’m staring across the room, looking at a candle I lit about a half hour ago as I settled in to see who I might connect with: what like hearted people, people with whom I might build a positive relationship in order to make this world a better place through writing and the creative process.

    Now I am quiet, attempting a go at naming only three things I am grateful for in 2018.

    Only three. I am setting the timer to write for five minutes or else I might get stuck trying to make this perfect, which it will be no matter what, anyway.

    1. I am grateful for tenacity. In early Summer things looked ridiculously bleak. After the year started with such promise, but July, I was despondent. It wasn’t until the last six weeks or so that I felt consistently better about myself and about the year.
    2. I am grateful I started reaching out again to different people thanks in great part because of local groups and people using social media. I found KWESI and my new Cameroonian family and I took that extraordinary day trip to the Tejon Ranch artist in residence day that was so spectacular my mood was bright for weeks afterwards. That was a really big thing I almost missed but I hung in there and did it. So grateful.
    3. I am beyond words grateful to everyone who is participating in Bridge to the New Year. I have cried repeatedly to Paula who started it with me because I have wanted to do something like this for years, literally, and in doing it I feel like I am shedding a lot of excess ugly thoughts and no longer constructive attachments. I am looking forward to more people showing up in the last two weeks of December and am excited to be adding a week of brain dumping into the mix, too. Every day in every way, better and better and better.

    I purposefully didn’t add “big things” (except for The Bridge) because I know gratitude best in the small moments, the day to day, the extraordinary ordinary. A lit candle, the voice of my son asking me for something or another, a clean desk. Grateful. For you reading? Thank you, more than you know.

    What are you grateful for?

    Our group is ready for you, even if all you do is read along with us your presence is valued.

    Click here  to connect with us and become involved in the group  and/or  the upcoming livestreams.

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    Illuminate and Eliminate All That Doesn’t Serve You: The Toleration Liberation Dance

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    “Turmoil stimulates” Thomas Leonard

    It is 5:40 am on a Thursday morning and I am giving myself the gift of “talking” about tolerations. Just here and now, you and me, let’s talk about what we’ve been putting up with in our lives that hasn’t served any purpose except being a niggling annoyance, like when my kitchen cabinets were almost finished for… more than a year.

    I got so used to it I didn’t notice until I heard one of the other mothers criticizing me for it.

    “Unfinished cupboards? Oh my gawsh, I couldn’t stand living like that. I don’t know how she does” the mom said to someone else about me. Note to self: unfinished cupboards reinforce I am not worthy of friends who finish projects, I am propelled only to sit in the seats beside other friendless people no one else wants to spend time with… and don’t forget it you non-finisher.

    This, the role relegated to the one who was known for perpetually getting her enormous college research papers turned in before the deadline?

    What happened to me? Where did that early finisher go?

    Life, honey, life happened to me.

    I can stack volumes of circumstances up next to the best of them but the thing is, life and the need to declutter and finish and keep putting one foot in front of the other continues.

    My tolerations list is a direct result of the self-punishment and neglect I have unconsciously levied upon myself.

    The positive part is: I am the one in control of this part of my life.

    I can turn the soft rumbles of dissatisfaction into a productive sort of turmoil, as Thomas Leonard – the same man who coined the term “tolerations” – meant when he said “Turmoil stimulates.”

    A clutter-free home, for example, is not a result of pain as I curiously wondered yesterday –it is a result of constructive voice. Imagine, I will be able to find things without struggle.

    It is like granting myself a ticket across the finish line over and over again.

    This morning before I started writing I plopped my new lazy susan on my art table and started sorting. Unlike in the past, today I will continue sorting and clearing and gathering my tools in a way that will continue to serve me and my process.

    Paula made up a tolerations celebration space in the Bridge to the New Year group. Clearing counters and tables is at the top of the list and I am going to celebrate each counter & each table top I clear AND each time I keep them consistently clear, I will celebrate again.

    One last thing: today I was awake early because I wanted to honor my devotion to writing by participating in the (I believe it started in twitter) #5amwritersclub twice a week. Today  I may say I completed the #5amwritersclub for the first week ever. Here’s to doing so for the next consecutive 51 weeks.

    What are you tolerating? You don’t have to share your list or process with anyone, but if you would benefit from having a supportive group around you to get the work done, consider closing out your year with the peoplein “Bridge to the New Year” – this link will take you to the variety of spaces  you may participate.

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