I’m a child who grew up with some really inappropriate (by today’s standards)…..how do you even say it? My parents took me to really wild places when I was little.
In light of Hugh Hefner’s passing, I immediately thought about the trip my parents took me on when I was 8. We drove from Chicago, IL to Geneva, WI to visit the Playboy mansion. No, I’m not kidding, isn’t that hilarious? Am I a traumatized victim with odd sexual habits? No. So this isn’t a confession of some terrible childhood tragedy. This isn’t a testimonial of repression, oppression, or abuse. My dad read Playboy. He loves women. He loves me. I’m really OK with that.
I don’t know that I ever realized how beautiful the female form could be, until that trip. It created an awareness of how powerful a woman could be IF, she used her power correctly. There is a fine line between appreciation and objectification. I’m not for the objectification of women. I am all for the appreciation of the female form. But that is not what this post is about. This is about growing up in the 60’s and 70’s and laughing over my upbringing.
We swam in the very swanky Grotto pool. We toured the grounds with the Playboy Bunnies. They were really nice. We stayed in a room with a round bed, and satin everything. We had a blast at the Playboy Mansion.
Hugh Hefner, regardless of your opinion on him, lived life his way.
Vintage Playboy photos from Pinterest.
Cleaning house a little bit. Going through the drawers and closets, letting go……giving up on some of the old things.
Since Harvey, and Irma I’ve had a bit of an awakening. There is so much clutter that doesn’t matter.
I’ve cleaned out so much of what “no longer serves me”. That is a phrase that I’ve come to know in my yoga practice.
You have days when your strength, attitude, ability, and flow work. You exit the class better than you were when you went in. You have other days when you can’t keep your balance, your body rebels, and you wonder why nothing is working. It’s all ok. It’s important to let go of what isn’t working.
I sat and thought about this question.
It was a little difficult for me to wrap my mind around. I like to think that practicing the elimination of the word ‘fear’ or ‘afraid’ from my vocabulary, or thoughts would just make it go away. I’m definitely better at not using the words, but the feelings sometimes remain.
If I wasn’t ‘afraid’ or afraid of being foolish, I would spend more money, and travel more.
I would build the house on on the property we bought, instead of just planning and piddling on it.
What would you do?
Image credit. Pinterest
There are times when the Universe is so big.
Occhiolsm, what a great word.
Today, I’m grateful for this wide, wonderful, world and everything that surrounds it. I’m humbled and grateful to be here.
Lunch meeting cancelled.
The silence is deafening.
Lot’s of invites out in the email, lot’s of messages in the voicemail.
Who will respond first?
Twiddling my thumbs….do people do that anymore, or is it just me?
There isn’t a lot of quit in me, but sometimes you have to know when you are licked.
No, this isn’t about my interview, Thank God.
It’s about self-realization.
I’ve been trying too hard to do something because I was in an unknown place, and I didn’t fit in. So I put on the happy face and tried.
It was terrible. The harder I tried, the angrier and more unhappy I became.
So, note to self: when the plants are dead….when you are not where you are supposed to be….go home, or Stop watering!
Muir Woods, Ocean View Trail. Photo by me.
A new trail.
A winding road.
Uncertainty around the bend.
One foot after the other.
Step by step.
Interviewing for a new adventure.
What will tomorrow bring?
Brexit, Democrats stage sit in, Due Process in Danger for US citizens, 2nd Ammendement Debate gets ugly, FBI did not investigate Gun Store owners warning about Orlando Shooter, Texas want to “Texit”, a Virginia delegate wants to file suite on his party so he won’t have to vote for his states choice. (That defeats the purpose of being a delegate, but…) Never “whoever” has become the slogan of the year. Finger pointing in all directions.
I hope that this weekend you get to take a time out from all the madness of the world around us. Take some time to breath, appreciate your neighbor, call a friend to say hi, love up your family, and watch a sunset.
Cheers to next week being a better one.