The Cosby Show Lied to Me: My New View on Balance

The Cosby Show Lied to Me: My New View on Balance Tivi Jones

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I’ll admit it.

When I started my business in 2010, I was motivated by the idea of having “it all.”

Whatever “it all” was at the time.

An awesome family, a stellar career, passion to spare, money to burn and time for me, myself and I.

I’d have a successful career from home and be able to raise a family and keep my husband happy at the same time.

And any problems that arose could magically be solved with sitcom-mom-ease, because I had Clair Huxtable fierceness.

I would finally live peacefully in Perfect-town.

It was an amazing dream.

Two years later, I’m in the middle of a divorce, albeit an amicable one, and I often wonder if I’m doing the “right thing” in my business.

Tivi of 2010 would probably look at the Tivi of now and think, “Crap, we failed. Miserably.” But that chick was operating with a Cosby Show-esque view of balance.

That girl thought balance or the “perfect life” was a destination.

I believe “having it all” to be a journey.

The old me thought of balance as a stagnant state. Like a lamp sitting on a dresser or a picture hanging level on a wall.

It’s perfect. It’s even on all sides. It’s balanced.

It’s boring.

Now I see balance as being like a spinning top.

A top spins and balances because it has momentum. The universe and all its forces hit that spinning top from all angles. Air currents flow around it and it uses these currents and forces to keep moving.

It balances (present tense, not past tense). It’s active. It moves. It’s dynamic.

I want a life that’s balanced because it’s dynamic, not because it’s still or, worse, done.

I now believe balance to be the ability to take life as it is and create enough momentum to keep spinning.

I believe if I stay dynamic, keep moving, and work with the forces around me, instead of against them, I’ll create my own dynamically balanced life.

What’s your view on balance? And how do you maintain your momentum?

In Praise of Small Closets

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My closet shrank.

Moved to a bigger house, ended up with smaller closets. I could get some fancy clothes-containment system, spread out into my hub’s unused closet space, store under the bed. But, no. I’m editing.

The smaller my wardrobe gets, the more I like it.

It’s lean and lovely and somehow feels more abundant.

How does less feel like more? How does less feel more rich?

Less gets focused. Going small means I like every item in there. It means no duds. No ill-fitters. No waste. It means never a bad choice.

It also means practicing building the life I want. Gettin’ spiritual in my lil’ ole closet. I want simple. I want beautiful. I want what I need without a lot of excess to make the hinges hurt. And I can create that for myself with something as simple as shirts and shoes.

Finding metaphors in your microfibre? Air your laundry in the comments.

Gathering light,

The Art of Eating Mangoes: Finding Daily Rituals

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Two weeks ago I moved to a new town. The transition has brought many changes, some expected and some unexpected. But perhaps the most unexpected discovery has been the power of mangoes.

The wonderful thing about a move is that it gives you a buffet of do-vers. Contents of your fridge expired and dull? Do-over. Closet filled with long-forgotten finds? Do-over. That beach towel I’ve hated for the last 8 years? Gone. Purged. Do-over.

But it’s not just objects that get the works, it’s also your time. New setting, new floorplan, maybe even a new job. Routines are broken and get to be rebuilt.

My new and accidental routine has become eating a mango for breakfast each day.

I love their color, mottled on the outside and glossy yellow-orange on the inside. The gradual metamorphosis from grab-able to slippery fish as I peel them. And the resistance against the knife! I adore the texture of the fruit meat, and the sweetness, and the mess of juice on the cutting board when I’m done. The pile of peels.

Each day is the same, but filled with subtle variations.

This is what a ritual looks like. It begins when I search the fridge for the softest fruit and ends when the knife and cutting board have been washed. Short. Simple. Succulent. And powerfully grounding.

“When tea becomes ritual, it takes its place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things. Where is beauty to be found? In great things that, like everything else, are doomed to die, or in small things that aspire to nothing, yet know how to set a jewel of infinity in a single moment?”
― Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog

Do you have a daily ritual? What do you love about it?

Gathering light,

farewell vs goodbye and doing what you must do

Doing What I Do - GM

It is Sunday and my Scoutie Girl post is due. Oh how I stall, avoid, procrastinate. I do laundry and eat lunch, I waffle and ponder, and I don’t decide what it is I need to say. This is the case many Sundays, but this one is different special.

It has come time for me to part ways with Scoutie Girl and it is a very bittersweet time for so many reasons.

When I first wrote here in April of 2011, 14 months ago, I was in such a different place creatively, professionally, and with reference to life and goals. I was pondering things like What is Art?, and What is original?, and even How do you get started? Good questions all, and I still enjoy a conversation around them, but… I am in a place where pondering and conversing are far second to doing. I’d say the prior is a luxury, yet it turns out the luxury is in going ahead and DOING.

We all search for answers and gather information as we try to find our place in life and work. It is natural, and necessary, and there comes a time for it to stop.

Now is that time for me.

The past six weeks since my spinal surgery I have had time for deep introspection and a good dose of  woe is me. Having cancer is hard. Spinal surgery is hard. Life is hard, and so it goes. I may have been dealt a lousy hand this year, but I am far from alone, and for the time being, at least, time does go on.

I have had to decide what I want to do. Not how can I best earn the bucks, or what people will admire me for, or even how much I can give back, but what makes me feel alive?

Don’t ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive and then go do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.
-Howard Thurman

Why, I have asked myself, does it need to take a tragedy to come to this? The truth is the tragedy may have nudged me, but I think I was ready anyhow. I ended last year knowing I wanted to go deeper into my art, write more, and work with people in some healing or growth capacity.

The only thing different is my perspective on time and my new physical limitations. So, I had to make some tough decisions based on both of these. What do I continue with, what do I stop, and what do I start anew?

Sadly Scoutie Girl is a discontinue, FOR NOW. I will likely be back with guest posts as I get my next ventures off the ground!

I have decided to redo my original website again and make it more of a static site for my art, i.e. no regular blog. I will be focusing mainly on my new website and blog and the creative projects I have in mind around it.

I have learned – or, more accurately, remembered – that I am a project artist. I have been trying to force myself into the mold of… I’m not quite sure, but something else. Just creating and not paying enough attention to the purpose I suppose. For me, all my work is multi faceted, the visual images just another language for the deeper work I think about.

I need to embellish with words, to explain what I think, to interact and inspire, and create something beyond imagery that feeds the world! I also need to know when I am done and move onto the next thing.

Again, for now I am done here. I have so enjoyed the writing and even more so the feedback I have gotten here. I would not be where I am (in all the good ways) had I not done this. I have met some amazing people and have gained the wisdom of Tara and expertise of Carrie while I am at it. I have gotten past my fear of the almighty dollar and learned it is about quality of life, not pay checks. I have gained the wisdom and genuine thoughts of many readers I will miss. Perhaps you will join me at Art. Hope. Truth. I thank you all more than words (or images) can say!

And so it is I say farewell, not goodbye, as I go do what I must do to feel alive!

From the Heart,

off the clock: beautiful, happy, sad

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I don’t want to be a coach today.

I love what I do; this is not about that.

It’s about vulnerability. Freedom. Identity. It’s about being who I am when I’m off the clock and being it here in this space. It’s about not having answers, or even questions. It’s about being. Openly. Unapologetically.

Today I was a wife. I saw my husband cry. I touched his arm. I listened. We laughed, shared burritos, and picked up groceries.

Today I was a daughter. I called my dad. I told him that I missed him and that I wanted to see him soon. I didn’t tell him that one of my deepest fears is that he will pass away before I move closer to home and then I’ll regret all the years I spent so far away from the nest. We talked about the weather. We said we’d probably see each other soon.

Today I cleaned out my entire house. We’re moving in a couple months, and today was purge day. Day of going through the entire house and making a pile of things we want to leave behind. A bunny creamer I got for a birthday. A throw we got as a wedding gift. The DVR we never even used. A pile of memories. Of shapes that have taken space in our home for years. All that we have no significant attachment to. Could I leave it all behind? Sometimes I want to.

This is who I was today. A nothing day, I guess. A mundane day. But filled with beautiful and happy and sad little moments.

If I was being a coach, I’d leave you with a thoughtful question so you could draw out your own lesson from this post. But I’m not gonna do that, because that’s not who I’m being today.

And besides, I trust you.

I trust you to gather up all the beautiful and happy and sad little moments of your day. Because that’s who you are. And sometimes the mundane is just enough.

Gathering light,