Thanks to a good friend at work, I’m back to sharing my love with whomever decides to read this.  I am pleased as punch that I decided to love my job, because it is really loving me back.  It’s fun staying in the same job and watching it transform.  One of the things I like about teaching is that it constantly changes, one 50 minute period at a time.  The rituals are there, and are comforting to all of us – teachers and students alike.  And also, we are free to think and grow and try new things and grow and fail and try again.  Our school has a new principal who is encouraging me to mix things up and try new things and I am taking her at her word and doing that.  We have people at the district office who are encouraging us to spend more time building community, and encouraging human interaction, and are introducing us to some tools to do that.  And I am embracing it as it feels right to me, and it’s new and it feels good.  A whole bunch of kids today were clamoring for me to show them how to convert a mixed number to an improper fraction.  That is good.  And I got to say a whole bunch of times – ” see, this would be so much easier if you knew your times tables.”  And I have a way for them to learn it.  And so it goes.

Here’s the deal  Everybody should do a 30 day love blog.  Or journal, whatever.  It is so darn awesome.  I’m not serious, because I know that each individual has their own path, and this is simply mine – the right path for Molly.  And I do very much love my path.  But your path is cool too.  But not quite as cool as mine.  I’ll shut up now.  About that.  

I love my job because I get to connect.  With the funnest people on the planet – 7th graders.  Yes, I know funnest isn’t a word.  I don’t care and neither do they.  I am contented and peaceful.  We are going to learn so much this year, and with so little effort.  We will “fun” our way through.  What’s not to love?

During my group meditation meeting tonight, I found that I have developed a habit of trusting my inner guidance to improve all areas of my life.  Slowly over the years I have been releasing the idea that I must power through, by myself, in certain areas of my life.  If I just work hard enough, or I am charming enough, or manipulative, or pushy, then I will get what I want.  And of course, sometimes I do get what I want.  But it doesn’t feel that good.  Feels like it could have been better, or easier, or more fun.  Sometimes I hurt people when I don’t want to.  But powering through is not the best way.  It’s ok, but not best.  And it’s hard work and dishonest and never best.  It’s like dieting.  And following what is called “god’s will” in some circles is better.  It feels more peaceful and effective.  And even when things go wrong it is much better because there is no big attachment.  

One of my spiritual books says that dependence on god is not the way of weakness; it is the way of strength.  But I didn’t understand that until tonight.  

We all know the adage – would you rather be right or would you rather be happy.  Sadly, I always have to  ponder for a bit.  I just so like to be right!  I’ve been practicing enjoying my moments, and the moments are better when my focus is happiness, or joy or peace or contentment. Strangely enough, “being right” is disempowering.  It’s a hollow victory to trample someone else’s emotions or self-esteem.  But when I feel wronged, it takes a bit.  I do a forgiveness prayer.  I focus on other things.  I pray for the person.  I love, appreciate and value all the good that my life has to offer.  Let go of resentment.  It requires, for me, both intention and follow through.

I even look right in this baby pic.  

I have a gaggle (or more) of caring, loving and helpful folks in my life and I am never alone. It’s another gift.  By focusing on the fun and love of my life, I am bringing in more positivity  Like attracts like.  So they say. It continues to make my slightly uncomfortable.  That’s because I haven’t let go.  I want to be right, So, the commitment is not about anyone but ME.  So I’m going to go to bed now..Good night 

Technically it’s Day 17 because it’s after midnight, but I’m not in bed yet so it still seems like Day 16 to me!  I started this blog because I thought that if I focused on loving my body, then healthy thoughts about my body could replace the old beliefs that were keeping me with a body that was often uncomfortable and aging.  Well, I was right.

You see, I knew to try it because I have experience with replacing old beliefs with new beneficial ones and seeing my life change for the better.  Here’s why I think it works:  I made up stories and developed beliefs all through life, and sometimes they get in my way.  They block what some call the Sunlight of the Spirit.  I get caught up in my head and I make other people wrong.  I have negative emotions and I cannot access the power of the universe.  

Bottom line is that after 50 years of hating my body in different ways, a few days of consciously noticing when I love my body, Not hating my body now comes naturally to me.  So my cells can cooperate with source.  I remain healthy.