![]() TYPOS ARE NOT TATTOOS Through the magic of text messaging I was ranting to my daughter about how I had found a typo in one of my Facebook posts. Text only posts are impossible to edit. I was upset with myself, after all how could I have missed something so simple and hit the post button which instantly transported my mistake to the world of Facebook and its billion users? After a few back and forth acronym filled interactions, she hit me with, “It just shows u r human and anyway people are already liking your post.” We were both traveling in different parts of the country and I had little time to fuss with it, so I closed my Ipad and went on with my day. But—the typo continued to harass my mind. Her text, “It just shows u r human,” played mental push back to my self-inflicted criticism. Then it hit me – she was right! It was just a typo. A slide of my finger that hit one letter over from the one I intended. One hit of a key on my keyboard. It wasn't as if that one keystroke was going to be tattooed on me as a permanent mark of shame across my forehead that read – "I MADE A MISTAKE!" In an hour it was lost in the stream of Facebook banter and hardly noticed. The Facebook users who received it had let it go in minutes, maybe seconds, and continued to move on through the river of messages that flowed through their screens. So why didn't I let it go as well? How many times in life do we turn simple forgettable "life typos" into permanently inked tattoos that mark us for months, years or longer? So much of our life dramas are really small insignificant issues that we allow to be blown into tragedy by telling and retelling the story of how it happened, criticizing ourselves for why it happened and bemoaning the outcome as if it were a monumental life changing event. Most of them are not. We need to know when to call a typo just a typo and not a tattooed mark of shame We need to allow ourselves to be seen as human. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Pennie’s Life Lesson: “Release the small mistakes in life – allow yourself to be human.” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ My intent in sharing this with you is to encourage you to give yourself a break from the constant self criticism that we all do. We are all harder on ourselves than anyone else could be. Show yourself some kindness! YOUR TURN - Share your thoughts and experiences relating to this post in a comment below. And please feel free to email me at: [email protected]. Thank you! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ All Rights Reserved Copyright © 2013-2015 Pennie Hunt This was written and produced by Pennie Hunt. Feel free to forward this post. Please keep the entire message intact, including contact, logo, and copyright information. If you have any questions or comments, or for reprint permission please email: [email protected] Thank you!
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![]() STOP THINKING AND BEGIN THANKING Have you found yourself in a situation where you think and think and think and can’t see a way through? Maybe you need to change your tactic. Maybe you don’t have a THINKING problem… maybe you have a THANKING problem. When you can’t THINK your way through, you need to THANK your way through! We live in a world that values process, procedure, charts, graphs, reports, analysis, logic and hard cold facts. But some situations cannot be logic-ed through! Some situations don’t make sense no matter how many charts you make or ways you look at it. Some situations are out of our control to change. Some situations are so painful that thinking about them becomes unbearable. Some situations you cannot THINK your way through! Yet, you can THANK your way through. Do you want a new job, a new home, a new relationship and you THINK about it all the time, but you don’t move forward. Until you are thankful for what you have you will never have more. Let me repeat that… Until you are thankful for what you have you will never have more. Don’t waste your time THINKING, poor me, I will never get that job, big house or perfect relationship. This kind of stinking thinking just builds resentment, anger and frustration. Instead, be thankful for the job you have now- no matter how bad it is; be thankful for the place you live now – no matter what size or condition it is in; and be thankful for the friends, family and relationships you already have –even if you don’t have that perfect partner right now. Once you begin being thankful for what you have you begin to get more! If you are grieving the loss of a job, relationship, or the passing of someone dear to you, turn any bitterness or anger into gratitude. Be thankful for the time you had with that situation or person. Be thankful for what you learned from them, (good and bad). Be thankful for the love they brought into your life and the love you had the opportunity to express to them – no matter what length of time that you had with them. When you turn THINKING into THANKING the pain of your grief will lighten. Once you begin being thankful for what you had or what you have now, you will begin to see your life in a new way. Change that one little letter in the middle of the word… stop THINKING and begin THANKING! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Pennie’s Life Lesson: “When you can’t THINK your way through, THANK your way through.” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ My intent in sharing this with you is to encourage you to step back from your challenges and look at what you can be grateful for NOW! YOUR TURN - Share your thoughts and experiences relating to this post in a comment below. And please feel free to email me at: [email protected]. Thank you! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ All Rights Reserved Copyright © 2013-2015 Pennie Hunt This was written and produced by Pennie Hunt. Feel free to forward this post. Please keep the entire message intact, including contact, logo, and copyright information. If you have any questions or comments, or for reprint permission please email: [email protected] Thank you! ![]() ALL THINGS GROW WITH LOVE It was just a $3 journal. I divided the pages into quarters marked by post-it notes. I wanted my year of writing to fit into one tidy book. A book of love. After writing a brief introduction of what the book was, I began the first entry. January 1, 2014 Today I love you because……. The next day I picked up the special book and wrote: January 2, Today I love you because… Then January 3rd; the 4th; and so it continued. The book became a friend that I looked forward to holding. A personal documentation of my love for him. March 31, and I removed the first post-it note. The days paraded forward and my words filled the lines. Some days a sentence. Some days 2 pages. And I watched him. I watched what he did. How he moved. How he smelled. How he talked. I began delighting in finding new ways I loved him. June 30th, Today I love you because….. and another marker removed. September 30th, and the last post-it note was peeled away. My enthusiasm grew. I was really doing it! I could see the end in sight. I could visualize his face when I handed him this gift and feel what it would mean to him. For a year I wrote. December 31 was a mix of excitement to be done and a feeling of loss for not having tomorrow to pen why I loved him. I wrote: “Well, here it is – the end of a year of writing why I love you. What seemed like a challenge at first became a joy that I am sad to see end. I began this project to show you how much I love and adore you…as a gift to YOU. What I didn’t expect was that it turned out to be a gift to me too! I found this journal stacked in my office – purchased years ago and tucked away with other journals I buy and save for just the right time. I had no idea a $3 purchase would become so important. As the title says, ‘All Things Grow With Love,’ filling this daily in my own writing and my own words has made my love for you grow! The gift intended for you became a gift of love to me. Every day as I watched you, searching for the moments, the reasons, the actions that make me love you, opened my heart to join yours in ways I never expected. The reasons became simple and complicated, old reasons and discovered reasons, logical and crazy fun! I learned that the way you brush my cheek makes me feel cherished. I learned that a big tough 6’5” man that can be brought to his knees by a tiny furball of a dog is more sensitive than anyone I have ever known. I learned that you surprise me every day with your wisdom, logic and humor. I learned that when you hold my hand you give me strength and power. I learned that you show me love in flowers and rings, but also in cleaning the kitchen and loving our grand babies. I learned that on one day- yes, there was one day - when I was challenged to find a loving thought due to frustration, anger or disappointment – I can’t even remember why – but even that one day I found a reason to write why I love you. I learned that no matter what happens, where we are or circumstance we find ourselves that “Us Together” will find a way to work through it. I learned that I’m not perfect and you’re not perfect, but the perfection of love creates a space for patience, understanding and acceptance. I learned that your quirks can make me laugh and your tenderness can bring me to tears. I learned that the little boy inside of you still lives with his insecurities, his fears, his joys and his sorrows and at times his tantrums, but this little boy needs love and shares love. I learned that I love you for more reasons than a one year journal can hold. I realized after this year that every moment you give me reasons to love you more and I only hope I can reach that level of success by touching your heart the way you touch mine. Yes, what began as a gift to you ended as a gift to me. With every moment, day, week and month that I watched you I fell in love with you over and over again. As the title says, “All Things Grow With Love,” --my love for you has grown. I closed the book. My daily companion would now be placed in the hands of the man I love. I wrapped it in white tissue paper and carefully tied the glittery gold bow around it. A bit confused by the unexpected gift, he opened the cover and read the introduction. Flipping pages he read through January before he looked up. No words. No words were needed. I knew what it meant to him. I knew what it meant to me. The gift that in his words, had made him feel more loved than anything else in his life, now sits on his night stand. Every night before he goes to sleep he reads the entry for that day and he is given a daily reminder of why I love him. He reads it out loud to me and I remember how I felt when I wrote it. It was just a $3 journal that became my friend for a year. It was just a $3 journal that became a lifetime treasure. Yes, All Things DO Grow With Love! Pennie's Life Lesson: "Don't wait to tell someone how you love them. Tell them every day!" ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ My intent in sharing this with you is to encourage you to tell people why and how you love them! Don't wait!!! YOUR TURN - Share your thoughts and experiences relating to this post in a comment below. And please feel free to email me at: [email protected]. Thank you! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ All Rights Reserved Copyright © 2013-2015 Pennie Hunt This was written and produced by Pennie Hunt. Feel free to forward this post. Please keep the entire message intact, including contact, logo, and copyright information. If you have any questions or comments, or for reprint permission please email: [email protected] Thank you! ![]() WE WILL HAVE A PARTY It's his 30th birthday, so we will have a party. A celebration of his creation day. Thirty years ago he arrived with twinkly eyes and an impish smile. And he taught me love. Twenty eight years ago he laid in an emergency room limp from a concussion. And he taught me fear. ![]() Twenty five years ago he dressed in a cowboy hat, chaps and boots as he watched the Three Amigos Movie with invisible friends and a rocking horse. And he taught me joy and laughter. He taught me imagination – or was it reality? Twenty one years ago he hit home runs over the fence and danced through the bases. And he taught me possibility and to dance with life. ![]() Fifteen years ago he challenged life for the risk of adventure. And he taught me patience. Twelve years ago he sat on the edge of the ocean. And he taught me what being an “artist” really means. ![]() Ten years ago he wrote me notes of love. And he taught me compassion. Nine years ago, guitar in hand, he serenaded me with a song about "Mom." And he taught me pride. ![]() Eight years ago he opened his heart to receive his newborn daughter as she arrived with twinkly eyes and an impish smile. He opened his arms to share her with me. And he taught me the continuation of love. Seven years ago he traveled on a new adventure leaving his body behind. And through the darkness of despair he taught me grace and gratitude. ![]() And then He gently held my hand and powerfully lifted me up. He began life with me in a new way. And he taught me courage and strength. He began whispering to me through thoughts and feelings. And he taught me to listen. He began appearing to me in nature, music and messages. And he taught me awareness. He began visiting me in dreams and visions. And he taught me faith. We will celebrate him! A celebration of his creation day. We will celebrate love and joy; laughter and imagination; possibility, patience and pride. We will celebrate with compassion, courage and strength; with awareness and faith. We will dance for him. We will dance with him. It's his 30th birthday, so we WILL have a party! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Pennie's Life Lesson: “Love teaches us to celebrate! Celebrate those you love!” ![]() ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ My intent in sharing this with you is to encourage you to look at those you love --celebrate them now while they are here...AND celebrate them when they are gone. YOUR TURN - Share your thoughts and experiences relating to this post in a comment below. And please feel free to email me at: [email protected]. Thank you! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ All Rights Reserved Copyright © 2013-2015 Pennie Hunt This was written and produced by Pennie Hunt. Feel free to forward this post. Please keep the entire message intact, including contact, logo, and copyright information. If you have any questions or comments, or for reprint permission please email: [email protected] Thank you! ![]() THE PROMISE OF SINCERITY I gave up on New Year’s Resolutions years ago. I found I would be committed to the resolution for about two weeks and then slowly it became less important to me or I became discouraged and released the whole idea by the end of January. So, for the past several years instead of a resolution that states what I MUST do, I have chosen “One Word.” One word that I keep in my mind for the entire year. One word that holds meaning to me, pushes me to be better, to gain balance or inner growth. I create a graphic of the word and tape it to my bathroom mirror to remind me daily. I have bonded on a yearly basis to words like Health, Focus and Completion. It is obvious why I picked these words --to concentrate on my health, to hone my moment to moment focus and to work on completing goals. Typically I begin thinking of my word for the new year weeks in advance. This year was different. This year the word was given to me. Guided to me during a meditation. I hadn't asked for it. I wasn't even contemplating what my new word should be. But there it was whispered to me over and over until its strength and volume became un-ignorable. SINCERITY At first it was confusing to me. I consider myself a sincere person. I am transparent in my love, in my feelings and in my intent. I didn't understand why this word was being pressed into my heart. Then I realized --- It was to be my “One Word.” My graphic has been taped to my mirror and my intent for the year set. I will focus my actions, my words and my every movement in a composure of sincerity. When I listen I will sincerely and wholeheartedly listen. When I speak I will choose my words to reflect the sincerity of my thoughts and feelings. When I take action I will do it with sincere interest and motivation. I will choose sincere people to interact with and spend my time with. I will treat myself with sincerity…. I will make choices that reflect sincere love for myself and the best interest of my highest good. I will be sincere in my own truth. This year the word was given to me …. Sincerity. I am not sure why, but it continues to press on my heart determined not to release me from this commitment. I do believe that by the end of this year I will have an understanding of this gift and what work I needed to do to increase SINCERITY in my life. I will sincerely try my best. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Pennie’s Life Lesson: “Listen when messages are given to you – then try with sincerity to learn from them.” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ My intent in sharing this with you is to encourage you to choose your own word for the year. Let me know what your word is!! YOUR TURN - Share your thoughts and experiences relating to this post in a comment below. And please feel free to email me at: [email protected]. Thank you! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ All Rights Reserved Copyright © 2013-2015 Pennie Hunt This was written and produced by Pennie Hunt. Feel free to forward this post. Please keep the entire message intact, including contact, logo, and copyright information. If you have any questions or comments, or for reprint permission please email: [email protected] Thank you! |
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