Sure, everyone wants to be happy.

Everyone wants to stop feeling crappy.

The natural thing to do is to try to move away from the thing you think is so painful.

How has that been working for you?

Yeah. Me either.

Ready to try something new?

Something outside the box?

Try this: Instead of moving away from something, move toward something.
A creative life.

Creativity isn’t just for musicians, artists, and dancers.

You can be creative with everything…
how you talk with people…
where you live…
how you hold your fork…
how you use punctuation…

As Deepak Chopra says, “The foundation of life is the flow of creative intelligence.

It organizes body and mind to support new possibilities at every moment.”

Life is a creative project.

That sounds delicious.

That sounds like happiness to me.

What is one small thing that you can do creatively today?

I have spent a lot of time trying to get my life in balance.

Right now, I am spending a lot more time alone than I am with people. (Sound much like COVID quarantine?) 

The balance is off.

But here is what I have learned:

Balance is a feeling, not a goal.

Things won’t ever be balanced in a measurable sense.

There is no contest.

There is no right number of hours to do certain things.

But I CAN 
choose to love what I am doing right now.
Be in the moment.

No regrets.

And that feels like balance. 

Thursday I moved my Mom into a memory care room.

It’s in the healthcare center of Sharon Towers, where she has lived the last three years.

It was expected.

That’s how Alzheimer’s rolls.

Slow and steady with fits and spurts along the way.

I could choose to make up stories about how Alzheimer’s is stealing my mother away from me.

I could dwell on the story that any day now she won’t know who I am.

But that’s not my reality.

My story that is true or truer than those painful stories is that I am glad my mother is being released from the rules she had about herself.
She doesn’t feel the need to skip sweets.
She has forgotten to worry about money.

My reality is that I am a rock star in her mind because I can find the bathroom when she can’t.
I can turn on the TV, and even change channels.

She wants me around and relies on me.

And I love that I get to return the favor since she spent all those years raising me.

I don’t feel delusional.
I feel a deep connection with my mother and myself.

What story do you choose to think about your challenges?