Name: Charity

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    Life’s Lineation in Lists

    October 22nd, 2010

    I like goals.

    I like lists. I am perennially disorganized, an ENFP on the Meyers-Briggs scale, and lists help me impose a sort of order on my chaotic brain. They remind me of my priorities and keep me on track of what needs to be done. If I don’t write it down, it is highly likely it will not get done, because the need for it will scamper off like some curious woodland creature with better things to do than wait around to be paid attention to, and then when I go looking for it, well, I’m out of luck.

    I do not, however, like New Year’s Resolutions. They are always the same, and they seem to get repetitive. Instead, for the last few years, I’ve been following Christine Kane’s Word-of-the-Year approach and picking a word to guide me in my endeavors for the year. So far, I’ve found it works pretty well.

    This isn’t about that, though.

    Give me ‘til December, and we’ll get there. Instead, this is about lists. Specifically Life Lists, and the DayZero Project.   For those of you not familiar with it, the DayZero Project encourages you to make a list of 101 things you’d like to accomplish in the next 1001 days. These can be anything from something big like learning to speak a language fluently to small, like sending flowers to a friend anonymously. In this way, I justify them as not being resolutions.

    A friend mentioned the other day that she was thinking about doing it. Whether in a supreme act of procrastination on other tasks or an inspired act of brilliance for clarifying what’s important to me in crafting my ideal life over the next 2.75 years, I hop-skip-jumped over and signed up for it, too.

    Before I knew it, I had a list.

    Some of the items on my list were obvious ones–finish editing my novel, get the others outlined, get another one written, find an agent, get it published, finish my coach training, quit my job and coach full time, get into a PhD program. These are my big goals that shape my life and that I’m working toward actively each day, as I work on creating my ideal life.

    Others took even me by surprise, as I searched and thought and found little things that delighted me and made me smile–knowing I wanted to get back into music, something I’ve neglected for YEARS; finally buckling down and doing something about that photography longing; learning some new cooking skills; unplugging from the constant communication lifeline I keep myself hooked into.

    I’m still pondering what some of the more surprising items on the list mean.

    What deeper yearnings do they speak to? What can I learn about myself from what I felt compelled to put on that list? Were some just a trial in a fit of whimsy? Or is there something there I’m not paying attention to?

    How about you? When you look back at your life a year from now, or two, or three, or five–what would you like to have done?  What steps can you take today to get there? Someone very wise once pointed out that if you do what you’ve always done, you’ll get what you’ve always gotten.

    Maybe it’s time to try something new.

    [Photo credit: jon smith ‘una nos lucror’]

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    It’s Not Too Late

    September 28th, 2010

    When you were a kid, dreaming about your future, what was it you saw?  What did you want to be? Why? What does your future look like now? What do you dream about now?

    Why aren’t you doing something about it?

    Childhood Dreams

    Children are expert dreamers, because nothing seems impossible. Every child can grow up to be anything–a doctor, a ballerina, an astronaut, President. Most children try on various dreams and futures for size. I know I did.

    Through various stages in childhood I wanted to be: a teacher, a writer, an actress, an astronomer, an Olympic gymnast, a veterinarian, a lawyer and a marine biologist. (I’m pretty certain after hearing this from people repeatedly that most girls want to be a marine biologist at some point, just so they can play with the dolphins) Considering I’m currently a lawyer, a teacher, a writer and an actress, I guess I didn’t do too badly on my list. But looking it over, and considering what I’ve accomplished, there’s been a nagging sense of “not enough” that I’ve struggled with for a while, a questioning of path that has led me to some drastic re-envisioning of just what each of those words means for me, and to me.

    Straying From the Well-Trod Path

    Truth time: I’m almost 35. The mere sound of that number occasionally sends a cold chill down my spine now and again.  By my age, society says we shouldn’t be questioning our path anymore. We should be settling down and having kids and buying a house and planning for our retirement. We should be contributing members of society on a safe and well-trod path. A quick inventory of my Facebook page and the statuses and lives of my high school graduating class does nothing to disabuse me of this notion. There are pictures of smiling kids and discussions of house renovations and a sense that everyone else is moving along in a direction I’ve no desire to walk.

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    Welcome

    August 14th, 2010

    Welcome to Pursuing Bliss! Thank you for taking the time to stop by. This is a somewhat new venture for me, this public blogging and attempting to share the things I’ve learned through the years, but it’s one I’m excited about and I hope you’ll grow with me through the ups and downs and learning curves of all new ventures.

    You can find out more about me on the About page, but just as an introduction, here’s a little about me and what led me to start this site:

    I’m currently a legislative attorney for the State of Nevada. Before going to law school, I was an adjunct member of the English Faculty at Loyola Marymount University, in Los Angeles. I taught  English to freshmen and sophomores and helped them hone their writing skills, while pursuing an acting career.  For various reasons, including a proposal of marriage and a feeling that my acting career was going nowhere, I moved to San Diego and went to law school.

    I loved law school.  Whatever I might say in intervening months or years about the practice of law, law school was phenomenal. I did trial team (which was basically acting, while applying legal principles to fictitious facts) and was a comments editor on the Law  Review, helping other students craft well written comments and research papers, and I was the Teaching Assistant for my Torts professor, working with struggling first year students to help them find their feet.

    …Are you noticing a pattern? I wish I had a little earlier.

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