Some weeks are incredible, some are nutty, and others are incredibly nutty.
Last week was a combo platter, but mostly I was able to stand in a place of amazement as I watched connections with people — connections I reeeally wanted these last few months — just appear. People offered help. There were amazing chance meetings. I got to pay it forward. I have no idea what the outcome will be, but that’s okay. Possibility is all around, and baby, I can feel it.
Thank you, universe.
With all this wonder buzzing in my head, it’s very important for me to check in with the Stars I Steer By to set my Compass for the week. It’s incredibly helpful for me to put on my Chief Navigator hat and remind myself what’s really important. My chipmunk brain can get pulled off course by nearly any shiny thing, just like you can mess up a real compass with a magnet so it points anywhere but True North.
Just a few minutes checking in with what I know to be true, what makes me happy, and what my future self will adore brings me home.
This is not about shoulds or musts. Or fixing. Or trying harder.
It’s about remembering what I know.
Getting clarity about fear.
Dissolving failure with laughter.
Replacing resistance with ease.
Disarming cynicism with trust.
Choosing rest instead of panic.
The power in this exercise still baffles me. I go from fretting about how I’m going to fit in every little item on my to-do list to watching how things fall into place because I’ve offered them an opening. My achievement oriented brain still doesn’t believe it, but week after week, when I set my Compass, things happen, and in ways I never could have managed or expected.
Nothing resets my Compass like some time outside with the children. On Sunday, we scoped out the Bigfork Community Nordic Center, a treasure hidden near the Jewel Basin, about 30 minutes from our front door. “Hidden” means the place is not well marked, and we only found the entrance by sheer luck. (“Hey, you with the skis! Are we in the right place?”)
A little shuffling on snow, some great conversation on the trails, and a few rays of sunshine on my face, and I was restored.
- Moving forward in any way on my feels-like-a-big-thing project. (Psst . . . Bike Bliss is heading in a fantastic direction.)
- Seeing a clean kitchen counter as a sacred space. That’s code for “I really hate doing dishes AND I hate seeing dirty dishes.”
- Getting outside every day, even for a few minutes. Hmm . . . take the dog for a walk with my husband?
- Giving myself permission to fuel up with nourishing food and noticing — just noticing — when the sugar cravings hit.
- Remembering that juggling practice and brain yoga gets my mind sparking.