The Joy in Creating

I have been told that I am crazy and maybe I am but if that is the case, then I enjoy being crazy because I enjoy being me. Ideas will strike me out of the blue and I am compelled to make them real, and I usually do. This power we own of manifesting our desires is so real to me that I don’t know any other way than to create what I see in my mind. Creating is something that brings me great joy and when I create for others this joy is enormous. You see, I am an Artist. I wish I could tell you when this phenomenon started, it may have been one day while sitting in a tree. I had a favorite tree that loved to hear me sing. I think the tree is the only being that ever enjoyed hearing me sing. But sing I did and when I learned to make letters on paper these words started to take form in verse. I am not a professional vocalist by any means, but I enjoy making noise with my voice.

I am not a professional seamstress, but in high school made my own prom dress. I had a visual of what it would look like but no store had it to my distress. My cheerleading skirt caught my eye, and ideas started to take shape. I would make my dress for prom, and I would even wear a cape. Cutting and sewing, and ripping out the thread, more cutting and sewing a task sure to dread. In the end I was happy, I was filled with Joy. I had a date you see with that special boy.

I do not draw pictures to pay my bills, nor paint on canvas or windowsills. But many a time the image appears and suddenly I find myself switching gears. Out comes the paper, the pencils inspired. A fine artist I am not, at least not the kind hired. At nineteen years old I drew a mother with two. When I turned 27 I gave birth to a girl and at 37 my son made up the two. Note to self, be careful what you draw, this manifesting thing is powerful.

I am not a professional crafter, nor cake decorater, however, my son would refuse to eat a cake not made by his mother. He tells me the theme and flavor of cake, to the store for props the batter to bake. 

When my daughter was carrying my granddaughter and wanted that special touch. Off to the store I went I knew it meant so much. Butterflies and flowers I could not find on the shelf. So visualize the image and enlist my crafty elf. A cake topper and card basket would soon manifest. It may not be perfect, but it surely was my best.

I do not make jewelry as a profession, however I have many times. When I cannot locate searching every store, I create it myself and this one I adore.

I am not a professional sculptor but stacking rocks I love. It amazes me how they balance, it is magic from above.

I am not a professional baker, but Apple Pie is sweet. An entire bag of apples, go into the pies I bake. Homemade crust made with love, oh what a treat.

I am not a professional photographer, however, my camera stays near by. I never quite capture the beauty that I witness with my eye.

To live InJoy is easy to do, acceptance is key; acceptance of you. Live true to your soul regardless of others. Do not let their judgment or criticism be your druthers.

I am not a professional model, and a professional I do not need be. I can have fun in front of the camera, there is no pressure in being me.

I am not a seamstress, a painter or a baker; not a model, or crafter or even a cake maker. I am an artist at heart a manifesting machine; a creator of visions that have yet to be seen. I live in Joy, but it has not always been so. I had to learn when to say yes, and how to say no. Boundaries are important when Joy is at stake; the misery you encounter is the misery you make. The same holds true with the Joy in your life; it does not exist when you focus on your strife.

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Making Joy A Habit is All About Perspective

Did you ever sit down and start writing and the words were just flowing and flowing and suddenly......nothing. This occurred yesterday and as I came back to it today I realized I never saved it and it is gone. It was truly a powerful message and I could be upset that this masterpiece of words has self-destructed from my computer or I can shift my perspective knowing that the message was for me and that it needed to be re-written for you through new eyes.

Making Joy A Habit truly comes through your perspective of events and situations that you find yourself in on a continuous basis. When you finish your shopping at the Grocery store do you glance at the receipt and see a decline in your checkbook or do you see an abundance as you put the groceries away? When you wake up and look in the mirror and see gray hair that you just know was not there the day before; do you smile at the new character feature? Or do you cringe and run to the drugstore for a box of color to hide your age? What is your perspective and how does it affect your level of Joy?

Working many years in corporate america has given me the opportunity to view many a persons perspective.  Recently I had the joyous opportunity to listen to an individual complaining about the health insurance they receive through their employment. My first thought was "you are unhappy someone is giving you health insurance?". As I listened to this tale of woe I discovered that they were unhappy that they paid over $500 for some lab work. So of course I started asking questions and in doing so found that this individual never called the insurance company up front to make sure the lab they were using was 'in-network'. I also discovered that the 'in-network' cost would have been $25 and that the company pays 80% of the premiums for this insurance. What a Joy it must be to work for a company that feels you are so valuable that they will foot 80% of the cost of your health insurance and your only responsibility is to use 'in-network' providers. Perspective.....

I challenge you to write down one thing each day that upsets you and then shift the perspective to find the Joy in the event.

Even Happy People Have Pet Peeves

Have you ever heard that cats always land on their feet? I have been witness to this phenomenon, having always been a cat lover of sorts. Cats are not my pet peeve, but do have a place in this blog that you will find out about later.

No matter how happy you are, I am certain that you have at least one 'Pet Peeve'. I have a few, however, was reminded of one this morning as I cooked some eggs and toast for breakfast. As I was buttering the toast I recalled this pet peeve. There is nothing worse than trying to butter a piece of soft cold bread with hard cold butter. How many times have you gone to a nice restaurant and been presented with beautiful slices of soft fluffy bread only to find that the butter they also brought you was frozen to the point that it had condensation on the surface from the warm air. Now, if you attempt to butter the bread with this you will end up with a perfect piece of circular crust that only has one purpose. Bring it up to your face, look through it at the others at the table and say: Romper, Stomper, Bomper Boo. Tell me tell me tell me do. Magic Mirror tell me today did all my friends have fun today...... If you were born after 1980 you are probably thinking MentalWard would have been a better name for this blog, but it was taken, I checked.

My other pet peeve is when you have nice warm soft butter to put on the soft fluffy bread and you drop it before getting to eat it. Murphy makes sure that the bread always lands butter side down which does not leave open the option of the '5-second rule'. It is impossible to dust the specs off the butter. And picking them off one at a time is a tedious affair. Okay the germaphobes just left screaming, "omg she is really going to eat the bread that hit the floor".

After recalling this pet peeve I was led to a never-ending question I have had most of my life and will probably never have the answer to because I cannot initiate the experiment.

If you strap a piece of buttered bread butter side up to the back of a cat and throw the cat in the air (not high enough to hurt the kitty), will the cat still land on its feet? Or will Murphy Win?

MentalWard, PsychoWard, Really? Finding a Name for my Blog

When a friend asked me a couple of years ago, "when are you going to start a blog?", I laughed and said never. Yet, here I sit this morning writing my first blog, after an hour and a half of 'name not available'. It became a game, choosing a name for my blog, searching random names such as 'mentalward, psychoward, really?'. Yep, really, was taken also.

I decided that creating a blog would be a good idea as we move into the New Year, the ascension, the shift, the 'I don't know if the Mayans were messing with us' period of human confusion or is that consciousness. . . The Partzheimers (I only remember parts) sometimes kicks in and I am not certain. Of course, a lot of people are uncertain of what is actually occurring in these changing times. The only certainty is that people have questions, and I hope I can provide some answers through this blog . . . at least for a few.

I know a couple of people who have the 'habit' of being happy all the time. And yes, it is a habit. A habit is something that you do unconsciously without thought; how we create habits is through repetition. Unfortunately I know many more people with the habit of being 'unhappy'. Habits are those things that rule our lives, and once you develop a habit by training your brain to make it an unconscious part of your routine, it is difficult to break it. There are quite a few ways that habits are created. We consciously do things over and over and eventually we do them without thinking about it. Such as locking your car when you get out of it. Habits are also created by the language that we use to talk to ourselves and by the generic responses that we give to others,

What you say to yourself when you first wake up in the morning sets the entire tone for your day. Do you have the habit of saying "ugh its Monday, I have to go to work?" or do you say "woohoo its Monday and I am alive!".

What self talk habits are designing your day, week, year....your life? Are your moments filled with Joy or Sorrow and how are you affecting that?