Inspiration/Perspiration Fridays


Surviving the Universe

LaFitterina: Walking out of the Gym yesterday, I spied a guy wearing a T-shirt emblazoned with “Visualize Winning” which struck me as pretty inspirational. I spent the rest of the day scouting out other T-shirt maxims/mantras. Here are the best of the bunch:

“Built to Survive the Universe”
“Think Responsibly”
“Feel the Thunder”

So, while you’re working up a sweat in a T-shirt this weekend, be aware that someone could very well be inspired by you!

Looking Back From 80

Ms. Bockle: Writing about the 7 pearls of wisdom got me thinking about not only taking my own advice to heart–but going to a different time sphere. I imagined myself as an 80 year old, coming to have a chat with the current me.

Myself at 80 is bound to be on the sassy side with a bit of a sarcastic streak:

Tsukioka Yoshitoshi Old Woman PaintingHow long are you going to be beating yourself up with all this regret and guilt stuff? It’s all in the past. What do you think guilt and regret are going to yield? They are a burden, weighing you down, cramping your style, and here you are carting them around as if they’re precious. Yet if you took that burden and poured it out all over the ground, it wouldn’t be worth chicken shit; you can’t flourish on it, and neither can your garden.

So I’m telling you to live in the right here, right now and get the most out of each minute. Wring every single possible bit of life out of it. Get into the present tense, be aware of the NOW. No more time spent on grieving over what’s gone wrong, or worrying about what’s around the corner. Get yourself grounded in the present, and shed off that negative nonsense. Your motto should be MOVE GIRL, LET GO!!

What to do with a rotten bananas week

Mizzfit: During a week containing a couple anxiety attacks, increasing gas prices, a spreading very itchy red rash, the threat of the FCC ruining net neutrality, a job interview and a cat not wanting to eat very much — what’s a girl to do? What do you do when your week is just a wee bit vexing?

Feast on your life

St. Swartz: A poem by Derek Walcott. Inspired by looking back on a younger self.

Love after love.

The time will come
When with elation
You will greet yourself arriving
At your own door, in your own mirror
And each will smile at the others welcome,
And say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was yourself.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
To itself, to the stranger who has loved you
All your life, whom you ignored
For another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
The photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.


[ImgSrc: Old Woman-Tsukioka Yoshitoshi]

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