Excitement or happiness

How do you define happiness? I was catching up with an old friend and I was explaining how my life isn’t exciting, but I’m very happy.

I don’t go out. I don’t get to travel anymore. Shopping sprees and friend outings aren’t in my life. But, I’ve found contentment. I’m realizing that contentment, for me, is happiness.

Excitement is what a lot of people think happiness is. I sure did when I was younger and never stopped to think about it. It’s really just the opposite.

Yogis call it pratyahara. When a person meditates to the point they know the outer world feelings, senses, self-talk, anxiety, etc. is not who a person is, then our inner world can experience pratyahara — happiness from within.

Too deep for a Monday? OK. What do you call a guy lying on your doorstep?


A: Matt

You’re welcome. Have a great week!

— Namaste

Being crafty

This little project remains one of my favorites. I created this maybe five years ago, after cutting down a tree that had fallen.

A little sanding; paint; and polyurethane on the wood. The rocks were fun to paint and have withstood many games of Tic Tac Toe. (Those are ladybugs and bees if you can’t tell)

The Grands love to play with it and I keep it on my deck.

I hope you have creative, crafty time in your near future!

— Namaste

Cousins are great


I never played with my cousins growing up, but I see how important they are to my grands. It helps that out of my five grandkids, four are boys of similar ages. (Poor Tuesday)

Their personalities are so closely similar. They laugh, fight, connive, cry, hug, learn and love.

wGrandmaI’m one of the common denominators in their little lives. Sure my kids get together and have the kids over to each other’s houses, but coming to Grandma’s is one way to get together.

I wish I had the time and energy to do this all the time. Unfortunately, I’m not retired and “life” wears me down so it’s not possible.JTLJR

When I see all the times where they do get to play together, I see how special it is. Love.

— Namaste

Invisible at 50

I’ve never liked attention. I stand in the back. I’m the last to walk through the door. I’m late for things so I can slip in. I stay quiet until I know someone.

I’m tall and blonde so I’ve gotten my fair share of men’s looks. Most of the time it made me feel uncomfortable and I certainly noticed when they stopped looking a few years ago. But for the most part, I’ve found the lack of men’s attention nice. Not all women feel this way. And, I sure don’t have life after my kids figured out yet.  But, there has been something happening that is bothering me more than not being noticed for my looks.

Being discounted because of my age.

Whether it is the assumption I don’t know technology because of my age or that I don’t understand something because it is new to the younger person, is happening significantly more than it ever did previously.

I am in my early 50s, which means I’ll be in the workforce for another 15 to 20 years. To me, this seems like a long time to be discounted.

Of course I have examples of this shunning outside my work, but since the majority of my time is spent at work, it’s where I have the most examples.  To be fair, I notice my thinking is slower — I hate that. But, I have things to contribute.

I talk to other women in the workforce at this age. Work is not very satisfying when it gets to this point. Many can retire because they have a husband and they are fed up.

I cannot. 15 to 20 years ahead. I’m trying to wrap my head around how to be at peace with going to work, getting the paycheck and going home.

If anyone has any advice, I’d love to hear it.

— Namaste