Category Archives: Erika Beebe
Safe Places & Spaces
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| It’s Me! Six-Years-Old and in the flowers again. |
Everyone wants to feel safe—at least that’s what I’d like to believe. A place where you can be you. No one else. Laugh as loud as you want. Be as crazy as you want. Sing a million times louder than you’d ever would where others can hear you.
The mountains are a safe place for me. Growing up, my mother would take me to Colorado to visit my aunts and uncles. We’d go hiking. I’d wander a little ways following a string of wild flowers, feeling the call of a really great rock where I’d sit, I’d bow my head, and I’d dream. The breeze would flutter the ends of my braids. The crisp air did wonders for my mood.
Now-a-days, I don’t have a quiet place. I take my thinking and writing moments as I get them, sometimes stealing them if I have to. All I have to do is give my mind permission, once I know the kids are safe that is, and I let my mind wander. Maybe I’m at the gym with my headphones in my ears, listening to a song I’ve planned to set the mood for a scene I need to write. Maybe I’m sprawled on my bed on top of my fleecy lavender blanket belly down, with the laptop on top in front of me so I can type away. I dream, I drift, and sometimes I dream about the perfect office space with a wooden loft stretched half way across the room, a dangly rope to swing down into a pile of bean bag chairs covering the floor. Of course I’d squeeze in a desk somewhere, probably right under the loft.
What’s your safe space? Where do you feel wildly creative, even if you imagine that spot?
~Erika
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| Me again! On a ski lift in Colorado. |
Wistful Wednesday: The War Between the Heart and the Mind
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Finding Happy: Where Do We Begin?
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It is a “helluva” start to know how to be happy. I’ve always sort of felt it, but not necessarily always known the trigger, steering myself in the direction of more smiles, and less frowns by intuition. Sometimes I hit a curve in the road, fishtailing right off into a ditch, but I always managed to find my way back.
I’m thinking about happy today because I came across this quote by accident, and it made me stop and think about what works to actually live happy every day—beaming sunshine no matter the weather all around us. I’m not always sure we know when we lose it and when we do fall down, I’m also equally not sure if we know how to find our way back to the top.
So I did a little research on happy, and I’m sharing what I learned hoping I can help, at least just a little. So stay with me as I apply 5 simple steps to myself.
First Things First: Define Your Reality Every Day.
Imagine being so excited about a dream. You want to tell someone. The one who matters most to you. And what if they say right back, “Come on, be realistic. You’ll never do that.” Or maybe, “if you want to do that, how do you plan to make a living?”
How did you feel? What did you do? For me, I changed directions. I looked at careers where I compromised my first skill set and went for something else I knew would land me a job for sure. I did land a job, and in the short term, it went well. But the long term? It wasn’t enough. I found myself daydreaming about other things. I felt a little lost and I didn’t know why.
So what do we do?
A decision. I have to decide what way I want to feel and live, my reality, if you will, and compare that decision with the supposed way I should live. Next, avoid the blame game and seek a way to get on track in the moment. People love us and I realized I made the choice to listen to the distractions. I’ve also come full circle to my reality: writing. My friends growing up, will tell you, Erika wrote every moment she could. So now that I have all these other experiences behind me, experiences I know will help me in the long run, what do I do today? I outline my steps. I face my fears no matter how much my knees shake at times, because I’ve decided, I don’t want to quit. Lucky for me, I also have a really terrific husband who believes I can do it, too.
So ask yourself the question: do you want it, that one thing that would make you happier in a second? Is it worth and if it is, why can’t you try? Why not uplift yourself? Why not help uplift others on your way to the top and spread a little happy right along with you. Each step you take gives you new strength, then suddenly you find yourself so close and you look back and realize, you had the power all along.
Decide How You want to Spend Your Time Each Day.
This is the part where you remember your skills and talents and you make time to do them. Reinvent your schedule. Prioritize your day. Maybe you have five minutes. Log in to your phone and do something in those 5 minutes. If it’s baseball, ask a coworker to throw the ball with you. If it’s knitting, take it to work and pull it out of the desk drawer to calm yourself with the time you have. Maybe you can squeeze a few minutes in before you go to bed, or maybe you can add time before you wake up. I get up and write at 4:3o a.m. most days. I also love to dance and I can’t go back to being a ballerina, but I can take a hip-hop dance class at the YMCA. It’s the little things in our lives that matter to make us feel happy inside. Acknoledge those things. Take notes. Travel back with pictures or songs. There are tons of opportunities around you to help you feel good, so exhaust your resources.
Enjoyment Is More Than A Few Things.
You don’t always have to go out and be a part of an activity. There is a huge online world of people you can connect with: online games, blogs, reach out to organizations at work or in the community. Recently I joined an online writing network. I’m networking with other want-to-be authors of Young Adult books. We swap stories. I’ve never met them in person, but we all agree to certain policies and rules and respect each others work. It’s thrilling. I get so excited when someone takes a peek at one of my stories.
Resist Others and Listen to Your Heart.
This one relates to Lucille ball’s quote. We do get off track and listen to others at times, but it’s never too late to find happiness and finally, I’m listening, and I’m happier than I’ve ever been. I’m moving forward, cautiously, with a plan. Also, don’t forget about patience. Changing your schedule is tricky, but is it doable? If you want it, like me, you’ll figure it out. Have faith in you.
Humans are thinking and feeling creatures. We think. We react. We have a choice. For example, you decide, today is a good day. You walk into work, into a total meltdown where someone snaps and blames you. What happens to your mood? The next steps are critical. Do you say something? Do you keep quiet? If you choose to keep quiet, take note. Is this a pattern? If so, prepare yourself for the next time. Think about how you communicate honestly and kindly the next time you react.
I used to be terrible at this one. I always knew how I felt, I just never knew how to put it in words. It took me a great deal of mental pondering, and speaking with others to put the two together. I’d feel. But my mind would get lost. I don’t know if I was denying the truth and blaming myself each time someone hurt my feelings. I don’t know if I kept saying, Erika, it’s your fault. You’re too sensitive, but I never hardly ever said anything to anyone. Except my mother of course, because we can always speak our truth to the person we feel safest with. ;0)
Final Tips To Keep You Going:
- If you feel frustrated, breathe in and out with your nose and listen to your breath.
- · Positive attitude
- · Practice what you read or preach, before you preach what you practice!
- · Practice what you read. Be more aware and open, making positive changes in your daily life.
- · A diary helps out greatly for all ages.
- · Learn from yourself, teach yourself, love yourself. And, if you don’t believe in yourself, then most of these things and positive things wouldn’t be achieved!
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Wistful Wednesday: Fun, Flowers, and Facing Fear
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I remember it’s May Day. I remember making little paper baskets of colored paper and filling them with flowers for all my friends in my neighborhood. I remember running up to the front doors, leaving the baskets on the porch, ringing the bell and running off, hoping no one saw me.
And then my mind drifts. I’m thinking about how much flowers have always meant to me. Not an expensive bundle, but one flower. Flowers you pick as your walking. Flowers you hold to your face with you nose stuck in their faces, smelling them, lost in the moment…
…then I took another sip of my coffee. I surfed through all sorts of beautiful flowers until I saw the meadow at the feet of the mountains—perfect. I thought, now a quote. Then I told myself, no Erika, explain what the picture means to you.
So I wrote this little piece about challenge and beauty and how our dreams are filled with both. How when we dream, we’re also given every capability to reach them. Strong. Capable. Just a belief in ourselves that we’re worth it. The fight is worth it.
And then I think about my novel I’m editing right now, how my main character, a seventeen-year-old girl is born with an incredible gift to help heal the hurts inside of people. How she was born to teach them how to deal with pain and spread hope. It’s scary how her gift transforms her, and she runs from it in fear—something I think we all tend to do at times.
…and now I’m sitting here, my cup of coffee is done, I’m listening to my husband play something amazing on his guitar and I feel so happy. I’m ready! I’m ready to make my dreams come true and face challenge and fear with a few imaginary flowers in my hair. ;0)
How about you?
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Cloud Nine Girl 