In spite of myself, I’ve gotten sucked into this dreadful hashtag business, (and, by the way, when did it go from being a pound sign or a number symbol to a hashtag? Am I getting too old for this nonsense?) I do have to admit that adding #shericonaway to everything is causing my blog posts to get more regular action. Nothing to write home about yet, but definitely, more action.
Whether I write about #dancing or #WordPress or #WebsiteHosting, it all seems to go through some amazing filter and show up in places I hadn’t even dreamed of. Like so many things I fought until I was dragged, kicking and screaming into the twenty-first century, I’m afraid that if I want to promote my book, which, by the way, finally has a title, I have to make use of any means available.
So, keep your eyes peeled for #SashasJourney which I plan to publish under my maiden name, #SheriLevenstein sometime this year.
In the meantime, in between developing my website which is tentatively titled #HolisticlyHealthy and continuing to blog both here and on the website, that blasted #copywriting course needs to be completed. I really have been living as if I’m semi-retired, and need to get back to working at least an #eighthourday. In reality, as a self-employed person, it will more than likely be 12 to 14 hour days, but as the end result is all for me, it will be a labor of love, all the way!
Mixed in with all of these grand, new plans is my sudden, inexplicable urge to clean my house. Not only to clean it, but to do it regularly. As a confirmed slob, this new me is causing all sorts of discomfort for the old me who was happy to drag the vacuum cleaner out once a Purim. I’m not the only victim of this weird malady, either. My cats have made it abundantly clear that I am disrupting their lives and causing them undue stress!
Why, in the last day or so, Patches spent more time out of her closet than in, even joining me for a meditation! Toby has begun talking in his sleep, and Dylan wanders the house, meowing pitifully for no apparent reason. And Munchkin, my little Princess, just follows me from room to room, meowing as if her little heart is breaking, even though I pick her up and cuddle her every time! (as if she heard me typing her name, Patches just emerged and began head bonking my leg!)
Who knew that taking a leap of faith late last year would have such far-reaching repercussions. It seems like once I left my comfort zone in one area, the rest of my life began clamoring for change. At this point, I dare not speculate where the next change will occur. I think I’m better off just dealing with it when it happens rather than going through that mind freezing business called #anticipation.
For now, I’ll just remember to be grateful for every little thing as even my contacts are going into my eyes more easily since I started thanking them for their cooperation. (Yes, folks, I’m a little odd, but I have to tell you, even showing gratitude for the little things is incredibly effective!)
My gratitudes tonight are:
1. I am grateful that I always have someone to share my table on dance nights now.
2. I am grateful for cool showers after hot, sweaty nights of dancing.
3. I am grateful for my amazing girl friends who will, perhaps in spite of myself, get me through all of the challenges I’ve set for myself, as well as the ones which are beginning to appear in my path of their own accord.
4. I am grateful for my cats who are always happy to see me when I come home.
5. I am grateful for a mind which finds inspiration in just about anything.
Love and light.