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Getting It All Done October 6, 2014

Posted by nrhatch in Happiness, Health & Wellness, Life Balance, Life Lessons.
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I used to worry about not “getting it all done.”

I wondered how I would ever reach the bottom of my bucket list.  Every time I crossed an item off, two more things took its place.

Such is the nature of desire. As soon as one itch is scratched, a new itch arises.

These days, I realize that if I’m satisfied with the life I’m living (as a whole), there is little reason to get caught up in regret about people I didn’t meet, books I didn’t read (or write), conversations I didn’t have, foods I didn’t taste, pounds I didn’t lose, movies I didn’t watch, or places I didn’t see.

Now I’m free to enjoy the journey as each moment unfolds into the next without worrying about how much time I have left.

Aah . . . that’s better!

For a somewhat contrary view:  Getting Fierce GOALFEST (with prizes!) (Fat Bottom Fifties Get Fierce) * Walking Your Talk (Awakening To Awareness)

Nothing Knowledge September 5, 2014

Posted by nrhatch in Humor, Life Balance, Mindfulness, People.
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170px-PuckCoverMuch of what we read on the internet and watch on TV is fluff.  

And nonsense.

We think we’re “in the know” if we keep tabs on the lives of the rich and famous on our Smart Phones . . . while monitoring the strokes of the U.S. Open on our iPads . . . while catching breaking news on TV:

Some jury somewhere reached a verdict about someone or something.

Even if none of these things impact our lives in a direct way, we refuse to remain in the dark.

When a celebrity dies, has a wardrobe malfunction, or twerks in someone’s face, tabloids toss out sordid details to boost readership.

Instead of barking out, TMI!!!, we emulate Pavlov’s dogs (or seals training at Sea World) and eat up this “nothing knowledge.”

It’s free!  So why not?

Because there is no such thing as a free lunch.

The vortex created by this nothing knowledge, the black hole of social media manipulation, distracts us from our stated priorities ~ our friends, our families, our health and well-being, our dreams.


What we put into our mouths is with us only a short while before making an exit through the back door.  What we put into our minds may haunt those hallowed halls forever.

Maybe one day, in the not-so-foreseeable future, we’ll evolve past the point of ingesting anything and everything tossed our way.

Until that day arrives, do your best to steer clear of whine fests, pity parties, and other non-productive time sucks that put your tizzy in a tail spin.

Aah . . . that’s better!

* Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma ~ which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary. ~ Steve Jobs

* It’s amazing the things we find to do . . . to avoid doing amazing things.

* Time is our most valuable and irreplaceable commodity ~ a bank account which mandates daily withdrawals, prohibits deposits, and pays dividends when we spend it wisely.

Brainstorming Our Elephants January 21, 2014

Posted by nrhatch in Happiness, Life Balance, Simplify Your Life.
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James-the-CatQ.  What’s the best way to eat an elephant?

A. One Bite At A Time.

Let’s say your “elephant” is a need for better organization and greater efficiency.

When you’re already stretched for time, where are you going to find the time to tackle such a weighty issue?


Even 10 minutes a day will make a huge difference in your time over time.

* Time mastery is life mastery.

* A bucket is filled drop by drop.

If you waste 10 minutes a day spinning your wheels . . . that’s 3650 minutes (60 hours) a year that you could spend nibbling away at your elephant.

Here are a few Time Management Skills to consider:

1.  Be mindful of how you invest your time and whether you are getting a good return on your investment.

If you enjoyed yourself, maybe it wasn’t wasted time.

2.  Identify and eliminate time wasters ~ unnecessary interruptions, waiting for appointments, procrastination, trying to do too much, indecision and not saying “no,” failure to set priorities, surfing the web, e-mails, meetings.

Work to minimize or eliminate wasted time one time waster at a time.

3.  Eliminate clutter from your work surface.  Messy desks and work spaces slow us down.  Use a filing system ~ be decisive about whether to file an item, act on it, or recycle it.

4.  Tackle high priority items when your energy level is high and low priority items when your energy is flagging.

5.  If you sit at a desk all day, take breaks to clear your head and stretch your muscles.  If you’re going, going, going all day, take a break to kick back and put up your feet.

We are more efficient when we allocate time for well being as well as doing.

6.  Take daily action to nibble away at your elephants.  Track your progress and adjust your approach as necessary.

7.  Breathe.  Relax.  Repeat.  

Aah . . . that’s better!  

Resources:  Productivity Institute * Higher Awareness

FEAR (“False Evidence Appearing Real”) January 6, 2014

Posted by nrhatch in Happiness, Life Balance, Life Lessons, Mindfulness.
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Eeyore-SittingI avoid Eeyores.

Time is precious and I refuse to waste mine commiserating with silly rabbits and stubborn mules who throw pity parties for themselves with great regularity:

“Boo hoo.  I’ve got a hangnail.”
“She looked at me funny. Woe is me.”
“People don’t do what I want them to do.  I hate my life.”

We cannot control others.  We can learn to control our reactions to them.

Tigger-PogoAnd that’s where true liberation lies.

When we don’t waste time on time wasters, we have more time for pleasant pastimes.

Like hanging out with Tiggers! 

But what about us?

What happens when we get caught up F.E.A.R.?

Sad-TigerF.E.A.R. (“False Evidence Appearing Real”) can be a real downer when our mood is precarious.  We don’t always have the necessary strength of will to shout out loud, “THAT’S NOT TRUE!”

A bad attitude makes everything worse.

Like a snowball rolling downhill, negative thoughts gain momentum and mass, grabbing onto other negative thoughts while careening in an ever expanding downward spiral.  Instead of bounding (or bouncing) over hill and dale, we get bogged down. 

Tigger-BouncingLife becomes one long trudge through sludge.  Uphill.  Both ways.

When we tire of the negatives, we can choose to step back from “the trees” blocking our view to adopt a wider perspective.

What a difference!  An entire forest ripe and verdant with possibility.

Aah . . . that’s better!

Related posts: Poisoned ApplesSunday One Liners (Grannymar)

“I Don’t Know Where I’m Going” November 7, 2013

Posted by nrhatch in Mindfulness, Synchronicity & Mystery, Word Play.
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Calvin-gots-an-IdeaI’ve been reading through old letters foraged from my dad’s study after he died.

I’ve sorted them in date order from the 1930’s to the 1980’s ~ more from some years than from others.

The box contains hundreds of letters filled with thousands of sentences and sentiments.

A waterfall of words cascading across time.

Yesterday, a few words splashed out in a delicious synchronicitous moment.

On Halloween, we helped some neighbors clean out their villa for sale.  They let us take anything we wanted.  We came home with a flat panel TV, a stereo receiver, a 5-disc CD player, a step-ladder, some binoculars, etc.

Best trick or TREATING ever!

A few days later, BFF hooked up the stereo.  Yesterday, I put a stack of CD’s in the player without paying much attention to my choices.

* One of the CD’s happened to be Hootie and the Blowfish, Cracked Rear View.

* One of the songs on the CD happened to be “Time.”

* One of the lines in “Time” happens to be “I don’t know where I’m going.”

As Hootie sang in the background, I picked up a letter from my dad to his dad, written in 1946 just after dad enlisted in the Army.

And I happened to read a sentence which happened to contain the same words Hootie happened to be singing at that very moment in “Time” . . .

“I don’t know where I’m going.”

Mickey-OKThe moment coalesced in the perfect alignment and overlay of words dad happened to write in 1946 with words Hootie happened to sing 1994 that I happened to read and hear at the same moment in 2013.

Amazing orchestration, Maestro!

Even when we don’t know where we’re going, it’s a good idea to pay attention.

Aah . . . that’s better!

Related post:  “We’re In The Army Now”

My Batch Wattery November 6, 2013

Posted by nrhatch in Humor, Poetry, Word Play.
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IMGP1696aI woke up befuddled and got out of bed
Words jumbled and tumbled around in my head
I picked up my watch, no second hand sweeping
My watch had stopped while I was sleeping
Thinking to alert BFF to this time-less plight
I cried out, “My batch wattery stopped in the night.”

He didn’t understand the jumbled words uttered
Words careening round, haphazardly sputtered
I tried again, pushing the sleep out of my eyes
But once more I chimed, “My batch wattery died.”
I tabled the watch, with its battery dead
And retraced my steps to go back to bed

Aslumber, I need no second hand sweeping
Time ceases to exist when I am sleeping

Aah . . . that’s better!

Not Yet . . . August 20, 2013

Posted by nrhatch in Life Balance, Life Lessons, Mindfulness, People.
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We would not want to retard the development of our loved ones by keeping them small forever.

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We enjoy watching them learn and grow and strive and achieve.


But we know that these precious moments, so fleeting, will only come by once.


So we want to hold on to them as tight as we can for as long as we can, while whispering into the wind, “Not yet. I’m not ready to let go.”


Aah . . . that’s better!

Some Timely Advice June 28, 2013

Posted by nrhatch in Humor, Simplify Your Life, Travel & Leisure.
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Wikipedia ~ The Time Machine (in Public Domain)

If I could go back in time, I would tell myself two things:

1. Don’t buy a bunch of STUFF that you need to store, dust, or insure against natural and man-made disasters.

2. What THEY think of you is none of your business.

* * * * *

Excellent!  Here’s the Time Capsule.  Step lively, now.  No time to waste.

That’s it.  All strapped in.  Perfect.

OK . . . let’s set the coordinates.  Where shall we head?  What year should we visit?

Ah, back in time to your teens.  Brilliant!

And what will Today’s You tell Yesterday’s You when we arrive?

Aah . . . that’s better!

If Time Travel became all the rage . . . would you indulge?

If so, where and when would you head ~ forward? backward? within your lifetime?  farther back?

Related post:  5 Steps to Stop Worrying What People Think of You (Raptitude)

The Sea of Endless Possibility April 28, 2013

Posted by nrhatch in Life Balance, Life Lessons, Meditation, Mindfulness.
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Rushing downhill, time rolls on, with change as a steadfast companion.  No matter how hard we tug, they refuse to stop and allow us to catch our breath.

Life becomes a precarious balancing act with no net to catch us when we fall.

Ringling Museum 007b

But we hold the remote.

When life becomes too topsy and we become too turvy, we can press “pause.”


In the silence of not-doing, we step out of the field of time and into the sea of endless possibility.

And our fear of falling and failing fades away.

Aah . . . that’s better!

A Peculiar Party ~ Part Seven March 28, 2013

Posted by nrhatch in Fiction, Synchronicity & Mystery, Word Play.
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IMGP3544b“You said you believe that someone or something compelled you to return to read the plaque.”

“I’m sure of it.”

“Let’s assume you’re correct.  Why you?  Why Betty?”

“I’ve given that some thought and have a theory.  First, frogs are amphibious with a high moisture content.  If the magic is conducted via moisture, as it seems to be, we would be more susceptible to the spell-weaver’s magic than the average tourist.”

“That makes sense.”

I snapped my fingers, “Have you ever read Hidden Messages in Water?”

Freddie raised his eyebrows at me.  “Yes.  Just this past week.”

“Combining Emoto’s research with your theory, our anonymous sorcerer would have been able to steer you and Betty down the proverbial garden path using the power of suggestion.”

“I’d say so.  I suspect that when the spell-weaver communicated with us, it seemed much like our own intuitive impulses firing.”

“Making you believe that curiosity alone impelled you back to the plaque.”


“Of course, curiosity sometimes kills the cat.”

Freddie nodded assent.

“Let’s assume we’re on the right track.  Why did the spell-weaver need you for the spell?”

IMGP3524b“I believe the totem needed the sand.”

“The sand in Betty’s necklace.”

“Yes.  We were only a few blocks from the beach when the alleyway appeared.”

“The spell-weaver would have sensed you coming, communicating water molecule to water molecule.”

“Yes.  He, she, or it read our minds, knew we were coming down Fifth Avenue, knew where we’d been, and knew that Betty had a vial of sand around her neck.”

“And sand in her shoes that had started to chafe.”

IMGP3537b“The spell-weaver lured Betty in with the promise of a seat to ease her aching feet.”

“Okay.  So it lures Betty in, encourages you to explore until you find the totem, urges you both to back-track to read the plaque.”

Something niggled at the back of my mind. “Wait!  You said you had just started reading the plaque when you heard Betty.”

“Yes.  So?”

“If you didn’t have your glasses, how were you able to read anything?”

“Wow!  Now I really do feel like I’m being cross-examined.”

I shrugged.  “Sorry, Freddie.  Old habits die hard.  Once a recovering litigator, always a recovering litigator.”

“Fair enough.  To answer your question, I hadn’t actually read anything when I heard Betty.”

“So you didn’t notice that you didn’t have your reading glasses.”

“No.  Not then.”

IMGP3541b“Why did the totem need you to read the plaque?”

“I don’t think it did.”

“You don’t?”

“No.  I think it just needed the sand.”

“And the best way for it to get its hands on the sand was for Betty to hand her glasses over to you, pulling both chains off at the same time.”


“And once it got hold of the vial, the spell was complete.”

“That’s my best guess.”

“It’s a decent working hypothesis.  Except for one thing.”

Freddie stiffened and leaned forward.  “What’s that?”

“If the spell-weaver could conjure up an entire alleyway complete with totem pole, why couldn’t it go to the beach and get its own sand?”

Freddie relaxed.  “I’ve wondered the same thing.  Why involve a couple of middle-aged frogs . . . and run the risk of them croaking?”

To be continued . . . 

If you missed any installments, the entire story can be found at the Short Stories tab . . . or just click HERE!


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