What are You Worth?

snowgirl ponders her place

The cyber doctors have worked their magic on my blog and it is back up and running.  I still don’t know how it was attacked but Google shut it down as infectious.  It is good and fully approved now with added defenses, but let me know if there is anything that isn’t working.

I wondered if it could not be repaired, would I do what is necessary to start a new one?  It is a good question as I come to the end of the year.  Every once in awhile we should stop and check in on the things we do and why we do them.  Often we find that an action set up earlier in time no longer has meaning or purpose.

Why do I write a blog?  Does it have any value?  Is it what I want to be doing?

This year two of my siblings’ spouses have passed on, and a third sister is standing strong by her husband as he battles for his life.   It’s been so hard to watch these people I love suffer.  In some ways, seeing this suffering makes me value life even more.  Time is precious.  I want to treasure each moment, to spend time in worthy and meaningful ways.  It feels like so many of us are focused on money when time is the only true currency of our lives.

All those minutes and hours and days—it is our wealth.

One of the areas I was exploring with my coach friend, Gary, was the way that I tie a link between time and money.  If what I am doing is not making money, it must not have value.  This translates into if I am not making money, I must not have value.  One of my teachers, Robert Fritz talked about how some of us have a deeply ingrained sense of not deserving even the air we breathe.  We feel we must earn our right to be here and to belong.  We don’t know how or why this got installed into our programming—it is just a program running in the background like whatever malicious malware snuck into my blog and destroyed it temporarily.

I don’t want to live that way anymore.  I don’t want to be a slave to some old outdated software that exists in my brain.  While my blog was down, I got on this odd kick of drawing snowmen and putting captions on them.  A totally “moneyless” activity.  Some of them would make me laugh outright as I was drawing them.  Some of them are making others laugh as I drop them on Facebook in an endless stream.  And last month I was totally taken with drilling small stones and twisting small bead people out of 20 gauge wire to fit onto the stone.

Do tiny acts of creation have value and beauty?  I don’t know.  They won’t solve global warming.  They won’t bring world peace.  They don’t pay the bills.

Do I love engaging in micro acts of creation that make me laugh or cry or smile or that touch my heart? To me that has true value, especially as I become keenly aware of how fragile these sacks of skin and bones that house our spirits really are.

I don’t know if I blog for myself or for you.  I know that when I sit down with sincere intention and just share my thoughts it seems to reach you and maybe help you face what you must face today.  And it does exactly the same for me.  Just for today.  Again, it doesn’t make money—I just can’t think of it as a “marketing tool” to send your racing off to my website to buy my books.

Alas.  It is a good thing my needs are simple and getting simpler, since I just can’t seem to muster a bunch of energy just to “make money.”

On the other hand, my life is filled with wealth.  I have crafted a life that is exactly and precisely what I want and where I want it.

A few questions for you as we roll into the new year.  Are you spending your time as a precious commodity?  Are you doing what makes you even more you?  Are you dropping or cutting away things that take your spirit because they no longer hold meaning for you?  Are you?

Am I?

Milt and I were talking this morning over coffee.  I wrote the earlier part of this post yesterday, but we were talking over some of the same ideas.  We decided that we would “resolve” in 2016 to be just as selfish as we could be, spending more time in creative pursuit, spending more time with art and music and micro acts of creation, spending more time with really cool people.  Even just writing this down awakens all the negative triggers around “mustn’t be selfish.”  I guess just for once I’d like to know where all that selfishness would lead.  I don’t think that it will mean taking more than we have a right to.  We just aren’t built that way.  It might mean that we just quit feeling guilty when we are engaged in inner delight.

Enough for now.  I’d like to hear your reaction to some of this.  I value each and every comment that comes from this blogging thing.  And naturally, I can’t resist sharing some of my snowmen with you.  You can see them all on my Facebook page.

snow people praying for peace

 

snowman in a hot tub

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What are You Worth? — 5 Comments

  1. This speaks to me so much. My husband and I are having a current discussion about money, getting a job, working and what makes us happy. I also give value to money and work even though I talk about making myself happy as my first priority. I still dream about a tiny house, and sewing, having chickens and traveling…

  2. Thanks Jamie…your blogs always seem to address whatever it is I’m pondering at the moment. How that works I have no idea! They just come at the right time and especially this one. Thank you and Merry Christmas to you and Milt. Love the snowmen!!!!

  3. I love the line about time being our currency. How I waste it sometimes! It is good to be reminded of that. Some more thoughts…if “doing” is not “enough,” how can just “being” ever be…maybe we need a new definition of what constitutes value in our lives…I think there would be as many definitions as there are people.

    About “selfishness”…I have thought about this a lot, and I clearly recall many sermons in church about “love your neighbor as yourself” but I think the AS YOURSELF part got skipped. We weren’t taught that, according to this verse, “as yourself” actually comes first.

    LOVE the hot tub drawing! Haha!!

  4. Hi Jamie,
    I came to you 32 years ago when your name was Pat, so was mine. Your sessions helped me through a very rough time, the roughest time of my life. I have left and returned to Rapid City three times since then. Today I decided to try and find out if you were still in Rapid and there you are. How I love Google!

    You taught me how to change my less than cherished memories. I was newly married after an ugly divorce along with the estrangement of my children. I know this scarcely edited description will hardly make me appear in your memory, but if you email me, I will gladly email back. I would rather not use my last name. I can’t tell you how many women to which I have shared my NPR experience. My purpose was to tell them that they CAN change their perceptions of their bad memories.

    I now call myself Trish, though old friends usual call me Patt

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