The GGA Project -- Day #129 "The Graduates"

Well, tonight was the last of my 6-session co-parenting class at Kids' Turn.  I have to say I was disappointed with the class on the whole.  It wasn't really much about co-parenting at all.  We spent two entire weeks covering the concept of emotional intelligence, as spelled out by Daniel Goleman and a good amount of time covering concepts as basic as how to show your child you love him.  For the first time today (aside from off-the-curriculum side-conversations peppered throughout the sessions), we actually talked about navigating the challenges and sometimes the conflict that comes with working together as two separated parents.  It was a very helpful session, and there was consensus that if the entirety of the class had been spent covering this topic, it would have been very beneficial indeed.


Nevertheless, it was my aim to get something positive out of the class, and I did.  And one of the somethings positive I got was the benefit of new friendships with people who are busily and sometimes painfully trying to weather this same stormy bit of weather, also with young kids in tow.


It seemed necessary to seal these new friendships and celebrate graduation from the program over a beer.


Like I mentioned before, it was really nice that the class took place at a neighborhood center in the North Beach area of San Francisco.  I can scarcely imagine a more lively and colorful setting, or one with better food options nearby.  One of the participants ordered a pizza tonight that was walked straight to our little meeting place.


When the last session ended tonight, some of my classmates and I headed to a microbrewery called Rogue.  I just realized in looking for that link that it's actually a large, Oregon-based company (of course...why does it seem that all the cool stuff I hear about lately is coming out of Oregon?) and we were at just one of what they call their "meeting halls" (and the only one in California).  That makes sense because I'd been wondering how that mid-sized bar managed to pull off two full chalkboards' worth of ale and cider options.


In honor of the occasion, I felt the following was in order:


Today's New Activity: A Pint of "Love and Happiness Wedding Pilsner"


Which, by the way, I ordered and consumed without a hint of sarcasm.  Really.  No, really.


One thing being in the company of my classmates has reminded me of is that we are all just a bunch of faulted humans doing the best we can, sometimes falling into love, sometimes falling out, sometimes confused and sometimes experiencing great joy, great pain, big sweeping highs, sad, floundering lows.  Love is there.  Happiness is there.  There will be dozens more weddings to celebrate in my lifetime, and I will celebrate them happily, wishing the new couple the best and holding onto every sincere belief that they will traverse the terrain just fine, and in good spirits throughout.

The GGA Project -- Day #128 "Thoughts Become Things"

Ok, I have to preface this.

I have to preface this to say that I have always been the very first person in line to poo poo anything that stunk with the stank of self-help, particularly the kind carrying the new age/self-help dual diagnosis (books, CDs, movies like The Secret come to mind).  I've rejected books and entire movements along these lines almost without exception, out of hand, and without ever even having read them or bothering to find out much about them.  That's pretty close-minded, no?

Slowly, however, I've been opening little windows of my mind to allow space for some of these voices--the voices of self-help, even the voices of new age self help--to come in.

A few months ago my cousin recommended Eckart Tolle's A New Earth to me, which I listened to on CD and which helped me begin to enjoy my days at work a little more, just by focusing on the present moment with total awareness and thereby enjoying customer interactions a whole lot more.

Then, a couple of months later, my gal Kelsi began lending me CDs of the seminars by Esther and Jerry Hicks, known as the Law of Attraction movement (of which The Secret is also a part).  I have to say I was pretty resistant to listening to these CDs at first, mostly because Esther Hicks, the seminar's main speaker claims to be channeling Abraham.  Yes.  The Abraham.

But then I started listening to the CDs with an open mind, and I really, really liked what they had to say.  They are all about putting the intention out there of what you want your life to look like and living every day with the expectation that this very life you focus on is the one you will come to create.  And I have to admit that Esther Hicks, even with her hints of old-fashionedness and her somewhat goofy way of talking--is a very endearing and talented speaker.  She is funny, self-deprecating, quick-witted, and wicked sharp.

Sometimes it bums me out a little to think she had to claim to be channeling Abraham in order to get people to listen to her message, because I think her message is worth hearing no matter who it's coming from.  Of course I can't disprove that she is channeling a centuries-dead man, but she can't prove it either, so we're at an impasse there.  Wherever the message comes from, after the initial trepidation I really began to enjoy listening to those CDs and I now look forward to the chance to borrow a few more from Kelsi every couple of months.

Recently I decided I was ready to add another voice, another perspective, to all the other helpful voices swimming around in my head.  Enter Mike Dooley.  My parents told me about Mike Dooley because they've been listening to his stuff for years now, and I can say that watching the evidence of his method at work in their lives was the number one thing that opened my mind just a little ways to all this stuff in the first place.

Today's New Activity: Drive-Time Workshop on Infinite Possibilities

I know what you're thinking as you read that.  Don't think I'm not WELL aware of how very Anthony Robbins/cheesy-evil that sounds.  Don't think I wouldn't be snickering too if you were the one writing this and I were the one reading it.  Just so we're clear on that...

About a year ago my Mom introduced me to Mike Dooley's website.  She'd told me about the daily thought you could sign up to get via e-mail, which I've been receiving ever since.  It's really kind of cute because when you sign up you mention a few of your dreams and every now and then the e-mail message you receive makes specific mention of them.  It's always spaced out enough that you forgot having ever shared the info and for a second you go, 'whoah, how did this auto-message know I wanted to go to the tomato-throwing festival in Spain?!?!' (and then you remember).  Dooley's writing is very cheeky at times, and incredibly poetic at other times.  He knows exactly how much of each to employ, and when, in order to keep you reading the messages.

Anyway, for years now I have been watching my parents dream dreams, and watching those dreams come to pass.  They go all out with dream boards and visualization, but the main part of what they do is to always think of the something they want in the present tense and in the positive (so instead of saying or thinking "I hope I can shake my fear," you'd say or think, "I am fearless."  That's pretty powerful).

When I write it out like that, it seems as simple as positive thinking and the meditation on mantras.  And it is. Mike Dooley's CD, which I listened to on the way to and from work today, did not make specific mention of any groundbreaking twist on this concept, he just said it in a different way and gave lots of examples of how it's been working in his life ever since he was a young college graduate and first dreamed of traveling abroad.

The main message he aims to get across is this: thoughts become things.  And in the very first CD, he asks if you can think of any people in your life who seem to always get what they expect, either in the positive or negative sense.  And of course I can!  People with positive outlooks seem to always have good things happen in their lives, and even when bad things do happen, they don't seem so bad because those people don't focus on those events, don't exploit them, don't decide to adopt them as a way of life.  And the inverse is also true.  People who say things like, "with my luck..." always have crap luck.  Their lives are just one big revolving door of misery and its company.

Months ago I was catching up with a friend from high school, sharing where I was with my then-recent separation and decision to file for divorce.  He had been in a 12-year-long relationship that had ended perhaps two years previous, and I'd asked him how he came to terms with the end...how he accepted that this thing that he'd invested so much of his life in was over.  He responded that he'd never thought of it that way.  That is was okay for him to move on from that relationship (not that it never hurt, but that the acceptance happened) because he just always knew better things were in store for him and his life, and for that of his ex-girlfriend as well.  And I know he's always thought of his entire life that way: always expected that good things were in store.  I loved that, and it stuck with me.  This friend in very successful in his career, has traveled all over, goes to all the exciting events that strike his fancy, and just last month got engaged to a gorgeous and intelligent woman whom he loves completely.  I think he's a great example of the power of expecting good things in one's life.

And the thing is, it's not (of course) about just dreaming pipe dreams and waiting around for them to come true.  There is work involved, action needed.  But in the meantime--the meantime between the dream and its realization--you have to think about something.  You are bound to think thousands of thoughts in that meantime.  Why not allow them to be thoughts of hopefulness, of the absolute knowledge that you are worthy of your heart's desires?  Seriously...what harm could come?

The second part of Mike Dooley's message is getting out of the way.  He emphasizes that you won't always know how the thing you want will come to pass.  And that sometime you have to let go of your attachment to the how that leads to the what.  He advises focusing on the feeling you want to have and letting the details of how you get there be what they will.  That's part of the adventure.

Maybe it's the place I am in life right now...open to new methods and new outlooks; maybe it's my age and the knowledge that I don't know everything and that there are plenty of people who have lived longer and can teach a thing or two; maybe it's that I'm just more new age than I ever thought or would have been willing to admit.  I don't know, but whatever it is (or all three) that's led me down this path recently, I'm grateful for it.  I'm happy to see where it goes...

The GGA Project -- Day #127 "Room for Art"

My parents recently decided they wanted to switch the room currently used as an office with the bedroom I share with Monkey.  So with the baby out with his Dad today, we spent a full 8 hours moving a whole lot of furniture and odds and ends from one side of the house to the other.  After all that, it's still not done and there's tons of finding of proper places for things still left to be done.


But, I did manage to get the major framework of our new room set up, Monkey's crib reassembled (thanks Dad), and a place set up for me to sleep until we have the assistance needed to move the Murphy bed I sleep on, sometime later this week.


When all the big stuff was done, I had time to assemble and set up a table I'd found last week at Michael's, which I'd bought with the sole intention of making space in my room--and more space in my life--for art.  I've had a lot of fun getting together with my best gals Nicole and Kelsi lately and creating whatever comes to mind for the day.


I thought it would be wonderful to carve out time to do this in my every day life, but there wasn't really a place for it in the house.  The idea of lugging out a bunch of materials every time I got the urge to make something was not appealing, especially since it doesn't fit well with my Mom's love of keeping the house in mint condition, which I alluded to last week ;)


Luckily, the new room we'll be inhabiting is a good bit bigger than the other, which left plenty of room for my new table, which turned from this 

into this 

in the span of an hour and a half or so.  And it also left time for me to put together a table I'd bought for Monkey for the same purpose.


Today's New Activity: Setting Up Monkey/Mama Creative Space


The baby really took to some washable markers and crayons my Mom bought after our first coloring adventures a few months ago.  But I didn't have any suitable place for him to play with those things, on his own level.  I found a good table for him at IKEA last week though, which was the last thing I set up before I went to pick him up.  So when he came home this evening, not only was the whole house different than when he left it, there was a brand new piece of furniture, all for him.


He sat down straight away and started coloring (and to my shock he was putting each crayon back into their little cup before he grabbed the next one).  Such a big boy!

My dream is that he'll sit there, just like that doing his thing, while I sit at my table next to him, doing mine.  And I'm just super happy to have made this a priority.  Now I can write my blogs at the desk once Monkey is asleep, and I can work on any other thing I want to without having to try and tune out whatever's on the t.v. (I notice my blogs rarely make much sense when I try and write them with the t.v. on, and it takes me three times as long to write the nonsensicalness).

And I'm so excited to see what both of us will make :)