Barbara Brooks created Flamingo Strategies LLC to help clients stand up and stand out, through telling and sharing their stories of impact and purpose.
Hacking Away at Happiness is her blog.
All tagged mindfulness
If I’m not not careful—if I’m not aware of what I’m doing—I’ll not only ruin the rest of my time in Solana Beach, I’ll also ruin the imperfectly perfect life I have in Denver.
Time is a vortex that sometimes sucks us in. It takes awhile to notice when I’m spending my time on things I know are pointless. But here I am again.
What if we’ll never find the peace we seek with another until we first understand and love the barely comprehensible human who already lives in our heart?
Thanks to Bernie, I’m knitting again. I’ve been smitten by those mittens, and it’s time to share some love. And for the world to wrap and turn.
Finding tranquility won’t be easy for my 19-year-old son. But there’s a rowing machine in the basement, and maybe he’ll learn to meditate.
How can people like me—people like us—embrace essentialism without sacrificing the enthusiasm that is our power?
We must send our little birdies out of the nest. Even if they say they need us, or we believe we need them, it’s better to cut the cord.
For quieting the monkey mind, there’s nothing better. It forces mindfulness, reinforces simplicity, and even subsistence tasks bring joy.
Swimming is refreshing. It’s meditative. It’s an act of total immersion. But landlocked is a state of mind.
There can be huge return on quitting (ROQ). But only if we actively commit to something that is of greater value to us.
On average, Americans know 42,000 words. And yet, in business and in life, we use the same ones over and over again. So people are likely to tune us out.
Our rush to respond—to be answer-ready at all times—is habitual. And we don’t even know we are doing it.
But after the silence we fear and the silence we want, there’s the silence we need. It's the “noble” silence of peace between our ears.
Downtime—because it's so utterly unfamiliar, can be excruciatingly uncomfortable. It can create stress. But it's also a great gift.
I toggled back and forth, between the moment and the meta. Am I living? Or am I already writing a story in my head? But I also felt glorious moments of calm.
Why can't we accord everyone in our lives the same presence of mind we give a climbing partner? Don't we all need focused, unconditional support?
For 2018, what if we resolve to re-solve? And in that process, we soften? We may see that we haven't always been right. We may see that we don’t have all the answers. And we never did.
How can we be 10% truer? 10% more vulnerable? 10% more open? For me, it begins by knowing there IS another 10%.
It takes work, but I believe we can learn to live comfortably in the middle way. AND we can also choose to do things the easy way.
I get it now! I am client zero. And yet it is so easy to neglect my emotional and creative health.
