I'm always in a hurry. It might fulfill a second purpose with this practice, even if it's just five minutes???
There is increasing evidence that practicing some kind of meditation and concentrated mindful exercises, even video games, can improve some of our brain activity.
For sure, 10 minutes a day of consistent practice will improve a chosen skill!!!
Watching Dr. Ivan Joseph, winning soccer coach at Rylerson U, talk about: "Practice, Practice, Practice!!!" He also refers to writer, Malcolm Gladwell's, 10,000 hours. That's 20 hours a week for 10 years - to become professionals like Bill Gates, Steve Jobs and my friend, great pianist Michi North.
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I'M CHECKING MY "EMOTIONAL BALANCE"!
According to Suze Orman: “We tend to spend more than, when we feel less than.” Suze points out that spenders are hating things about themselves when they overspend on temporary feel goods - I can afford some luxuries, but most of them do not help me learn to be a better person.
Financial issues highlight the lives of most of the people around me. Why???? Money is a measuring tool, but I never thought of it as measuring my “emotional state”??
Does that mean, when we were taught to save with “piggy banks”, we were also being taught to manage our emotional health?
By the way, why are piggy banks pigs?
They are actually shaped like pigs because they are called piggy banks. You see, In Middle English, "pygg" referred to a type of clay used for making household objects, such as jars. People often saved money in kitchen pots and jars made of pygg, called "pygg jars”.
When I was three-years-old in 1943, I got a tin “piggy bank” for my birthday, a globe of the world. We lived on a farm near Caldwell, Idaho, in an area called Sand Hollow. Mom, Dad, me, my grandpa and two uncles all lived together. My twenty-year-old Uncle Frank was the social one. He had a bunch of friends that came from the Minidoka Camp where the Japanese were incarcerated and worked on our farm. When they finished their work on Saturday, washed up, ate and came out of the kitchen, I remember sitting in this bay window in the living room and they would each give me a nickel. At that time, I was taught to save nickels for college.
When I was seven-years-old, my Mom took me to town and I bought a twenty-five-dollar savings bond that would mature in ten years. I think I paid something like sixteen dollars. I did cash it in when I went to Lewis and Clark College ($25 in 1956 = $235 in 2018).
I learned early to be a saver. Maybe, it is a good practice today to save for the “college of learning” for emotional balance?
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This one comes the closest to the one I remember on our farm in Sand Hollow, near Caldwell, Idaho, where my Dad built our house when I was five years old.
Okay Okay! humans have had this figured out for millennials. But I’ve always been in a hurry. Maybe because my earliest memories are of looking at the hole and being afraid I might fall in and it smelled so bad.
This morning I got in my exercise on the rebounder and the rowing machine. Then, I thought about how my older daughter, the media and the universe has been encouraging me to establish a “meditation ritual.”
It occurs to me that my Japanese forefathers in Japan even got squatting exercise at the same time.
So what should I do next?
As I heard in an interview on Book TV yesterday, “I write because I have questions??”
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