mirror mirror

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I hear perfect and think fulfillment.  When everything is just right, nothing needs to be added or taken away, and you can delight in the goodness of the present moment.  Does that mean a perfect present would be the perfect present? Hehe:)
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But in all seriousness, I cover my ears and look at my toes whenever someone says that the best is yet to come.  It seems to me that we must learn to find joy in the ‘here and now’ if we expect to find it in the ‘there and later.’
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If you’re sick or worried or anxious or overtired then you might be squinting and doubting and eager to disagree.  But life isn’t meant for all things to come together perfectly at any one time in our lives – we will always be struggling with this, that, or the other.  We will feel pain in the midst of our joy and we will find hope in our deepest struggle.

A heavy reflection for a casual Thursday, perhaps, but I toured Give More Than You Take with Kaitlyn, and the show provided a reminder of just how much our thinking influences our reality.
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That mirror painting above?  The artist, Jim Hodges, explained the work, “There is a synchronicity: you start thinking about something and all of a sudden it’s everywhere.  It happened to me with the mirrors.”  In my experience, it’s true that our thoughts become our reality.
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Despite hardship, we need to look at our lives and try to find happiness in every moment.  Look for small joys, practice gratitude, spread love, and try to make today, with all its pain and sorrow, the best you can.
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hey there perfection

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Too much talk about dreams and goals fills me with a need to stop everything, cuddle my husband, play with my puppy, ride my bike, pick some flowers, and invite my nearest and dearest for a home-cooked brunch.

Envisioning my perfect day helps me recount the things and people that are most important to me.  I close my eyes and wonder: ‘if I could do anything, what would I do and whom would I do it with?’

Is the perfect day an illusion?  I described bits and pieces of what mine would look like – friends and biking and cooking  – but still so much was left out – think yoga and hiking and being with friends.  All the activity makes me wonder if the perfect day truly exists? Might I be more honest if I envisioned the perfect week?

It seems true that there isn’t enough time for all my favorite things to happen in just one day. For instance, I need time for a morning stroll and time to make waffles; time to read the WSJ and time to sleep-in; time to watch the sunrise and time to call my grandma. And heavens: that’s just the morning.

Journaling about the improbability of the perfect day has me mentally creating a game where you pick activities and design a different ‘perfect day’ each time you play.  So much, in fact, that I stopped writing and designed this graphic:
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Now tell me: what’s your perfect day? Week? Does it look anything like my game?