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Joplin Missouri Tornado destroys hospital – medical staff Heroes

joplin-hospital-chopper-300x225As you probably already heard, 116 people died on 22 May 2011, in Joplin Missouri as an enormous tornado unleashed its wrath upon the town. Buildings including the local hospital were ripped apart and destroyed. The Joplin hospital crisis is of particular interest to me, simply because having worked in a hospital, I imagine the staff and patients of St. Johns Regional Medical Center were not having an easy day.

Windows were blown out; equipment was blown 5 blocks away. The parking lot was like a junk pile of mangled cars and a medical helicopter lay damaged on the ground. 183 patients and about 200 staffers were evacuated from the hospital. Apparently 5 others died. The tornado left Joplin residents shaken.

I remember going through evacuation procedures and drills almost every other day at the hospitals I’ve worked for, but I’ve never been in a real emergency evacuation situation before so I can’t picture the scenario at Joplin (St. Johns) hospital to its full extent.  But I do know this, there were people who went the extra mile to lend a helping hand to a stranger and barely any of them will ever be named. Hospital staff loaded patients on pickup trucks and did whatever they could to get them to safety. In just 90 minutes, the hospital was evacuated. While they were taking patients to safety, many of them were likely worried about their own family members, but still put their patients first, making them nothing less than heroes. They are no doubt still working around the clock to get the situation under control.

We once had a staged bomb threat at a hospital I previously worked for. No one was informed that it was just a drill, they even had a bomb squad present to sell the story to the staff. I happened to be off that day so I missed the action (and was actually glad for it). The staff were ordered to evacuate the building immediately. In any evacuation they tell you to help as many people as you possibly can without endangering yourself. Obviously some patients would be difficult to move around. The staff carried out the evacuation well but I was particularly impressed with a senior RN I’ve had the privilege to work with.  She decided that she was going to stay in the building with any patients that couldn’t be moved on time. She was fully aware that the longer she stayed in the building, the higher the risk was that she may die, but she refused to abandon her patients. While I don’t necessarily encourage nurses to sacrifice their lives for their patients (you’re more useful alive than dead), I am comforted to know that superheroes don’t just feature in comic books. They could be standing right next to you and you wouldn’t know it until a crisis arose.

Joplin, Missouri is devastated by this monstrous tornado but if you try to look for a little light in a dark place, it’s usually found in ordinary human beings, doing extraordinary things to help their fellow man. You can help too by donating to any of the organizations as listed on CNN – click here.

Let’s do it like they do on the discovery channel!

Creativity is a form of expression and releasing it naturally feels great. Nothing feels more satisfying than something you’ve created with your own hands. When you create something, it doesn’t matter what form or shape it takes, it doesn’t matter if you’re the only one who understands its meaning. What matters is that it expresses feelings from within yourself (be it pain, happiness, anger, excitement, sorrow or anything in between) and that it serves to either relax or invigorate you, often giving birth to new ideas that could very realistically change your life for the better.

I understand we all live busy lives but if you’re really honest with yourself, you could make room for some creativity. If you refuse to let your creative side express itself, you’re limiting your potential for growth. The only real way for you to understand just how much creativity could improve your life (at work, home and socially), is by trying it out!

It could be anything that interests you! Scrapbooking, writing, drawing, knitting, singing, dancing, music, gardening, cooking, whatever it is, as long as you’re using your imagination.

In my case web design served as a form of creative release and kept me sane during my nursing days. It became such a huge influence in my life that it became a full-time career and I was able to walk away from nursing completely, unlike most burnt out nurses who believe they have little choice but to stay in a career that’s no longer doing it for them.

Perhaps if I can’t convince you that being creative is a vital part of your very nature, nature itself could convince you…check out these creative creatures!

If that doesn’t inspire you to get off the couch and do something creative, then I don’t know what will!

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Elephant porn? lol – This was done by a 16 year old male elephant.
Better than any drawing I’ve ever done of a tree!
painting done by elephants
Now, if they can do this with their trunks!
What the hell is your excuse?!
Go get Creative!!! 🙂

Demon Granny Reborn!

When I served my "internship" at the old age home, one of the grannies I took care of was always distressed about her children wanting to get rid of her so badly, that they dumped her at an old age home miles away from her hometown and never visited her again. She would call me into her little room full of cigarette smoke, cry her broken heart out and tell me how much she longed to go back to her hometown. Her voice was raspy from all the smoking she did. I understand that certain circumstances don't allow you the time and resources it takes to take care of your frail family members but at least admit your parents into an old age home that's close enough for you to make a Sunday visit!

Mrs. Nel died a very unhappy woman and if there is such a thing as hell, then her kids are going to get to know the devil very well.  The unfortunate reality is that justice will never be served, and like all the assholes of our world, her kids are sleeping easy at night and living happily ever after…or perhaps they are about to receive their comeuppance?

I think I just discovered her rebirth on YouTube! This baby talks exactly like Mrs. Nel used to speak and she has the same square facial features! I'd like to imagine that this is her, returning for revenge! Bwahahahahahaha! (When there is no happy ending, make one up!)

"Why you do this to me, Dimmy?" – Demon from The Exorcist

Nurses – the unacknowledged heroes!

g_493972045When I was 16, I needed to have my wisdom teeth removed. The surgery was not available in my hometown, so I set out on a road trip to Grey’s Hospital in Pietermaritzburg. I was admitted next to a woman who seemed to be in her thirties. I don’t know what she was admitted for (I’m awkward with small talk), but I do know that she was unable to walk to the toilet, so the nurses would bring her a bedpan. Somehow she always managed to feel natures call just before lunch time and the smell would brutally violate my nostrils every time, killing my appetite! She had no problem eating though and she gladly ate my lunch too.

I’d watch the nurses bustling about, doctors scribbling orders, patients walking about with their booty exposed through their hospital gowns (the hospital gown made little sense to my teenage mind).  The nurses’ routine seemed a bit excessive to me. I wondered why they spent so much time tidying up the beds, only to find that the patient ruffles it up again in a matter of seconds. Checking vital signs every 4 hours also seemed a bit much since I was a healthy 16 year old just trying to get my teeth removed. The anaesthetist came to ask me “pre-op-like” questions and the doctor ordered blood tests.

It is quite a stimulating experience getting a front row seat in a hospital ward. The wonderful thing about the nurses was that even though they were always visibly stressed out, they always smiled when they spoke to me and they frequently checked in on me. Even though I didn’t think they should be spending any time worrying about me, it did make me feel much more at ease. When the doctor did his rounds, it was always intimidating; he would mumble foreign words to the nurse and he always seemed too busy to be bothered with little things like translating medical mumbo jumbo into simple English. The nurse would explain things to me and in effect, I would imagine her as my friend and the doctor as an evil villain (I’ve always had an overactive imagination).

Sleeping in a hospital is a bit freaky. Patients started screaming in the middle of the night, some of them were crying, some were vomiting and if I’m not mistaken one of the patients died but I can’t be too sure, because the nurses did a great job of keeping me sheltered from it. I could smell my neighbours’ bedpan deposits while I watched the nurses creeping around silently in their ghostly white uniforms. I just couldn’t wait to go back home.

At about 5AM, just when I finally nodded off to sleep, the lights went on and the nurses cheerily said “good morning”. I was taken by surprise; 5AM was still NIGHT TIME as far as I was concerned! They started distributing thermometers and checking blood pressures, helping patients bath, tidying up beds, prepping patients for surgery and writing reports. They all look exhausted, like they had been through hell and back and while I could sympathize with them quiet easily, I had absolutely no idea what they actually went through until I myself became a nurse.

I frequently complained to my friends and family about the woes of nursing but none of them understood it the way a nurse would understand it. To put it simply, nurses are the true heroes in any hospital (the hardworking ones that is) and they truly hold everything together even though they don’t get recognition for all their efforts. The public in general tend to recognize bad nurses more easily than they would recognize a good nurse but if you do meet a good nurse, do your best to show some gratitude (a little gratitude goes a long way), because he/she is doing far more than you know to keep everything in place.

Happy Nurses week to all the wonderful, strong, hard-working nurses out there, I may have quit nursing but I take with me everything you guys taught me about what it takes to be a truly outstanding human being.

If you know a nurse, do something nice for her during Nurses Week, she rarely gets anything back for everything she gives – and she gives a lot more than you could ever know!
(I am not a nurse anymore, so no I’m not hinting to anyone that I want something nice done for me!)

There is nothing worse than a sleeping nurse!

sleepEvery profession has their slackers but I think everyone can agree that hospitals should have little to no room for slackers. It’s unfortunate then, that in South Africa it seems the slackers outnumber the worker bees and it’s one of the biggest problems in our hospitals.

This brings to mind all the terribly lazy nurses I’ve met during my nursing days. One RN in particular took slacking to a whole new level. She had this strange idea that sleeping on duty was her right.

We would be on nightshift and she would take a mattress from one of the unoccupied hospital beds lay it down in the break room, dress it with sheets and blankets, and on top of it, she’d change into a nightdress, turn off the lights, disconnect the phone and sleep solidly through the night! She was my senior and I was reluctant about reporting her. It seemed like an accepted habit in the ward, the other nurses didn’t mind because they also slept at night. Still, it was cowardly of me not to stand against it, but many good nurses have blown the whistle on the slackers only to find that the managers are lax in taking action…then you’re labelled a snitch and everybody hates you. To make up for my cowardice, I’d take it upon myself to keep a close eye on the patients and I’d wake the senior RN whenever I was concerned about a patient. She would wave off my concerns saying that I was overreacting and disturbing her. I was not allowed to give schedule drugs to patients without her supervision, so I would give the patients paracetamol and placebos to soothe their pain and get them through the night. It was only when the patient was in imminent danger that I would insist she get up off her lazy butt to help. Even in those cases, she’d do the bare minimum, showing her disdain as the patients “inconvenienced” her. She’d often yell at them in zulu and tell them to “stop being stupid and just sleep”, then she’d snuggle up to her pillow again.

To make matters worse, whenever I did sit down for a coffee break in one of the offices, she’d phone me from the break room to tell me that someone was shouting for a nurse. “I am in my nighties, so please tend to that stupid patient.” she would say. Infuriated, I would oblige (yes, I’m a submissive idiot). In the morning she would get up lazily, messy hair, sleep wrinkles and morning breathe, and she’d sit and write the morning reports and leave me to do the bed baths, observations, and tidying of the ward by myself. I was always exhausted at the end of my shift and often still finishing up my tasks when the day staff arrived. It’s crazily time-consuming and tiring bathing bedridden adults! Keep in mind that these patients were ill and unable to move, plus they’d all have soiled diapers in the morning – there’s nothing sexy about nursing…oh no sir, nothing at all.

The most infuriating part of it all was that she’d put on a show for the day staff, telling them that she had a rough night and she actually looked exhausted, only because she was still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. It was disgusting to know that she’d go home to a sympathetic family after a “hard nights work”, come back to work at night, eat, sleep, piggyback on others to get her pay check and think nothing of it. The scary thing is that this is not an isolated incident; there are slacker nurses all over the place, creatively putting together their own makeshift beds. Some of them line 3 chairs up together, soften it up with pillows and cover themselves with hospital blankets, others use mattresses and some just occupy empty beds. There are some wards staffed only with slackers, with no one patrolling the ward at night like I did. There are of course good nurses that keep the hospital afloat but you can only pull the weight of the lazy nurses for so long before you’re burnt out.  If it were a disease, I’m sure it’d be the deadliest disease within the walls of any hospital, there is nothing worse than a sleeping nurse.

Naked with Nurses

vitruvian-man-leonardo-da-vinciSomeone asked me what nurses think about when their patients undress. For the most part, we’re thinking, “damnit, when’s my coffee break?” We never really look for anything on your body except abnormalities, scars, bruises etc. – this is required for our notes. Basically, if you look like the picture in the anatomy and physiology book, then there is nothing to see and we eagerly move along. Female nurses have an easier time dealing with female patients than they do with males. In fact I felt anxiety when I was assigned to the male ward in the hospital I worked for. They called it the snake park. It was difficult to work there as a new nurse. I didn’t want to deal with that. It was when I had to put on a condom catheter for a patient that I realized that it’s twice as uncomfortable for the patient as it is for the nurse. I didn’t want to be there but at least I was allowed to keep my clothes on! The patient swatted my hand away as I was about to put the catheter on for him. I left him alone until I could find a male nurse to help him. It’s unfortunate that nursing is female dominated and it’s not always possible to find a male nurse. I was actually grateful that he refused to let me help him. It’s acceptable for the patient to refuse a procedure but it is unacceptable for the nurse to refuse to perform her duties unless she has a really good reason to refuse.

As time passed I felt less and less awkward about it. Though I much preferred working in a female-only ward.

Then there are the freakishly obese, absurdly skinny and deformed people – I admit to gasping inwardly at the sight of some of these bodies. Especially those who’ve lost limbs to gangrene and other diseases. It’s shocking to see what a disease can do. It’s however in our nature to quickly look the person in the eye, smile and go on to performing your duties.

To answer the question simply, for me, it was never about how sexy or unsexy a person is. I can’t speak for all nurses but I felt the need to rush through the procedures as quickly as possible and have the patient get dressed as quickly as possible. If you can pick, choose a nurse that’s of a gender you feel comfortable undressing in front of. If you don’t have a choice because there are no male nurses available (as is often the case), don’t let your anxiety prevent you from seeking the medical help you require. You most likely look just as normal as a clothed person to the nurse that probably saw hundreds of naked people before you and still has hundreds more to come after you. Also we are taught in nursing school to do our best to preserve the dignity of the patient. That includes, keeping the patient dressed or at least partially dressed most of the time. We are taught to cover the patient and expose only the necessary parts of the body for the procedure at hand. If you don’t feel it’s necessary to be completely naked, speak up instead of getting upset about it. The medical staff will respect your wishes and find a way to make you feel comfortable. If your never-nude policy prevents you from getting the treatment you need, you really need to figure out your priorities.

Seeing so many naked people has its side effects on nurses though. While people often say you can never see too many naked people, I have a feeling I am not the only nurse that would disagree on that sentiment. Nurses become desensitized to the sexiness of a naked body. I was walking on the beach, amused at the look of awe on my friends face as he stared at the half naked people on the beach. To me there was nothing hot about it. Basic anatomy intact – nothing special. Oh well, at least I am one of the few people who go to the beach just to be on the beach…FML…

Spooky Moments on Night Shift

It was a wintery night shift in the post natal ward, when the midwives from the labour ward called in some of the post natal team to assist with a difficult delivery. The patient was a stage IV AIDS case and she was in no condition to be put under the knife, it was too risky. She was to have a normal vaginal delivery, despite being too ill to feed herself or go to the toilet, much less push a baby out.

A team of about 7 nurses took their positions around the patient; I grabbed her lower right leg, while another nurse grabbed her left leg. There were two nurses pinning down each of her arms, a nurse at the top of the bed, keeping her shoulders down as two midwives manually pushed the baby out by pumping on the patient’s abdomen. The patient was frantic and resisting our actions as much as her weak body would allow. Her screams were haunting and her eyes were wide with fear. The midwives pumped and pumped and pumped, pushing that baby down. If anyone were watching us from the outside, they’d have run screaming in the opposite direction, because I am sure it looked thoroughly evil to anyone who didn’t understand what was going on.

When the baby finally popped out, we were exhausted but happy that the baby was breathing well. The mother remained weak and didn’t even have the energy to look at the baby. We transferred them both to the post natal ward. It was going to be a long night watching over this patient. I shut the doors and windows and checked in on the mother every 15 to 30 minutes. She seemed as well as she could be, given the circumstances. I was ordered to check her vital signs every half hour. Everything was fine until about 3AM. I went to the patient’s room and stood at the door feeling incredibly uneasy. It took me a minute or two to work up the courage to open the patient’s room door and when I finally did, a bird came flying right at me from inside the room! I ducked and let out a little shriek. The bird flew around me and went straight back inside the room. It would circle the patient then sit on one of the bed posts, and then it would circle her again and move to the next bed post and did that until it had a chance to sit on each of the four bed posts, then it would fly toward the closed window, and back around the patient to restart the sequence in the same order as before. The feeling of unease grew increasingly intense. I found the birds behaviour really peculiar as I watched from the doorway for any signs of life from the patient. I wanted to believe she was just fast asleep but the sinking feeling in my stomach told me otherwise. I quickly ran to the window and pushed it open to let the bird out and it flew out almost immediately, disappearing into the dark misty sky.

I called out the patients name, then shook her shoulder slightly…no movement…no pulse…she was dead. Her eyes wide open and her face spelling terror, I was thoroughly creeped out. The doctor declared her dead while I searched the tiny room and the entire ward for any opening the bird could have come in from. All windows and doors were closed and there were no open vents that it could have sneaked in from. It was quite a large bird so surely I would have noticed it in the room before? Why did it appear in this particular room at the time of this woman’s death and where did it come from? Why was it up at this ungodly hour? These questions played on my mind as I sombrely thought of the now orphaned baby in the nursery who started crying uncontrollably. I held the baby with tears in my eyes and stared out the window, as the birds started to come out of their nests, and for the first time, instead of feeling at peace watching them, I felt an irrational sense of anger toward them…as the baby’s cries grew stronger…

Nursing: You can’t live with it, you can kill it!

Many people ask me if I miss nursing since I left. I usually give them the short answer: “Miss it? HA!”, but when I really think of it more carefully the answer is a little more complex. Nursing changes you and once you’ve been there, I am not sure if it’s possible to break out of certain nursing habits. I still hate long, painted nails and prefer them clipped and clear. I can’t handle dangly earrings and high heels. I still wash my hands (frequently) up to my elbows, and if there are no paper towels, I dab my hands on my clothing, rather than on an overused cloth towel (admit it, you’ve done it when the paper towels ran out at the hospital). I scold people for not taking their pills on time, and I collect pens and tape like crazy. I have my own coffee mug, I like labeling things and I try to find a practical use for any waste (my bf hates when I collect empty boxes).

There are moments when I look at the time and think of what I would be doing at that specific time if I was still a nurse: making beds, handing out tea, breakfast, lunch, supper, doing observations, wound dressings, paper work, running about, suppressing anger for the nurse that’s not pulling her weight, bed baths, pleading with the clock to mark the end of my shift, answering telephones, wheeling patients around, tending to bells, bedpans and vomit, listening to the distressed patient tell me stories about how horrible the food is, taking commands from a hundred different supervisors, running past certain rooms to avoid that patient that can’t help but ask for something each and every time he sees you, getting high on caffeine and sugar, pleading with the clock to let me go home, messaging my bf to complain about my aching feet, nearly in tears because the manager was being mean, controlling visitors and suppressing anger when they would purposefully talk down about the nurses, within earshot, like I wasn’t there. (especially when those very people refuse to change the diapers of their loved one). At times I think of the patients I once cared for and wonder how they’re doing and sometimes I get the urge to check in on them.

busy-nurseSo, it’s safe to say, nursing hasn’t broken away from me completely but I will definitely not go back to it in a hurry.

There are just too many issues that aren’t getting resolved quickly enough and I just get frustrated because most of the problems could be resolved with a shot of common sense, but astoundingly, it seems to be in short supply in many SA hospitals. I watched nurses try to fight off the nonsensical ways of hospital management but very few come out winning and many of them just end up feeling more stressed out after their efforts get shot down.

So I had a choice to make, I either stay with it and be miserable, or I get out and do something different. Hats off to those that stay and are still happy, despite the many challenges! But to those burnt out nurses that are staying in it simply because you think you have no alternative, you have to create an alternative and it’s not impossible! I will be writing more often about how you can put the internet to use and create an income from it. So keep watching this space!

You(tube) Star!

Hey guys, how are you this Monday?

Oh me? Despite the flu, I am good! I was chatting to my friend Kuri who was feeling the Monday morning dread coming on, and it just struck me at that moment that I don’t feel Monday blues anymore! Woohoo! I don’t ever have to feel Monday blues ever again…EVER!

I can finally start to love and cuddle and adore my Mondays!

Okay, okay, I know that sounds boastful and cruel to those of you that are actually going to some place you don’t want to be at today, to listen to your whiny boss, to pull the weight of your lazy colleagues, to be overworked and underpaid, forever and ever til death do you part. 

Yeah I know, I am not making you feel any better but did you ever stop to think that it doesn’t have to be that way? How many of you have been brainwashed into thinking that there is only one formula for success in the whole WIDE world? Have you ever looked past Farmville into the thick of the World Wide Web? People, this is the door to everything! Well, almost everything. With it you can make anything happen (well, almost anything!)…okay…quite a lot of anything…the Egyptian government had to force a shutdown on the internet because it is a tool powerful enough to enable citizens to overthrow their rulers. It is the ultimate form of expression and there is room for everyone! 

I wish sometimes I could warp into a different dimension and discover something cool.

Hmmm, what if I could at least visualize myself doing that? Like so…

Want to know how we did that? Simple. Jash wanted to learn how to do special effects so he Googled it and found a ton of free tutorials. Yes! FREE high quality, in-depth tutorials on how to create special effects. He downloaded the trial version of Adobe After Effects and presto! 

Now watch how these guys make some money out of special effects on YouTube. 

The possibilities are endless and the results are deeply SATISFYING!

For those that don’t know, if you have a channel on YouTube and your show brings a lot of viewers, google (who owns YouTube) will pay you because you’re bringing in viewers. This is funded by businesses who advertise on YouTube. Kind of like television, except, you’re not watching TV, you’re making TV. It’s a chance to have fun, get famous and possibly make some frikkin big money! How cool is that?! 

Caution: Like any other creative pursuit, don’t go into this with the idea that you are going to be an overnight millionaire (though you never know with the internet). What you should be focusing on is having fun! Lots of fun! Enjoy every moment, feel your way around. Does it make you feel happy inside? Do you feel your passion rising and your interest in it deepening naturally? Do your friends enjoy it? If you’re making one person happy with what you’re doing, you’re succeeding. Think of it only as a hobby that you’re obsessed with for now. Nobody ever really expects to make any money from hobbies but we all invest our time in it anyway. The good part about this particular hobby (and many other hobbies I will be blogging on) is that with enough time, you will make money out of it. Think of that as a plus, but not as the main goal. If you think of the money, your patience will wear thin and you will end up frustrated and creatively blocked. The object is solely to have fun.

I can hear you say:

“But I am terrible with computers! Special effects? Omg! Are you kidding?” 

No, you don’t have to use special effects to get views on YouTube. Of course to get your videos up, you should learn some basics, like how to record a video, how to do some light editing, and how to upload the video to YouTube. There are plenty of FREE resources out there, so you can learn how to do just about anything! 

If you really want to get your channel plenty of views, the best thing to do is network.. It matters hugely when it comes to stuff like this. American YouTubers seem to have the advantage of hosting social events like YouTube parties where they are able to meet each other physically, collaborate and produce shows together, but if you're not American this doesn't necessarily put you in a disadvantaged position. Word spreads around the internet fast and if you network enough with people online, you will get good numbers but don't just go out there spamming people, and posting your link at every site or forum possible. Go out there and make real friends online. Speak to people, help them out of their spots, let your personality shine through. Be yourself, be helpful and have fun. You will find that people would more naturally keep coming back to your website/youtube channel simply because they feel a personal connection with you. There are millions of sites out there and there just isn't enough time for one person to visit them all. You have to give them a reason to keep coming back to you. Once you're in the circle, the word spreads from there and that's when you will start reaping the benefits of your hard work. But hey, the internet is unpredictable! You may just get lucky and go "viral" (spread quickly around the net) almost without any effort on your part. If so, hats off to you!

Are you going to or have you already done something cool on YouTube? Share the link with me and let me know how it's going! 🙂 

Click here to read about some successful YouTubers:

 

 

The Divine Force Within

I just received the following email:

Helloooo Nurse!
Could you tell us a bit about the creative process and share some tips on how to keep the creative juices flowing? I always find myself drifting out of the creative spell when I need it the most. Also, it would be great if you could cover an article on creative writing, such as novels.
Your biggest fan
Shadysnaps

Email/feedback makes me happy because to be honest, I don’t really get enough feedback on my blog, even though I love hearing from my readers. But it may have something to do with my blog being relatively new. The good news is that I’ve been getting more readers and it’s gaining popularity which reminds me of this little comic strip about bloggers…

famous-blogger

 

Yes, it’s true, with enough consistent, focused, action you can be a successful blogger. It’s a fact. Just like with any pursuit you put your mind to. With enough focus, you will, without doubt succeed. There will be hitches, there will be challenges but that’s where discipline comes in. You’ve got to stick with it if you want it really badly. Try new techniques if you have to but focus your entire being on what you want and you will get it. It takes time, patience, faith and persistence.

So how do you get creative juices flowing? Well there are some obvious things to begin with:

Take care of your body, a mind cannot concentrate while your body screams for help. I am not a great example right now, but I am getting there and the nicer I am to my body, the more clear-minded I become. No, you’re not allowed to say you don’t have time to exercise, if you have time for Facebook and random non-intellectual TV shows.

Take care of your mind, don’t litter your brain with unnecessary thoughts and most of all don’t participate in gossip and other hurtful or hateful activities. Be accepting of things you are powerless to change and be determined to change things about your life you know you can change. Read a book instead of watching soapies, listen to classical music once in a while, dabble in something creative, like painting, writing, drawing, scrapbooking. We’re not looking for a masterpiece, we’re just feeding the soul. Go out by yourself at least once a week. You can go anywhere you please, restaurants, libraries, movies, museums, parks. There is a whole person inside of you that you neglect to spend time with.

One thing I’ve found that helps, is something author Julia Cameron calls “The morning pages” in her book “The Artists Way”. What you do is write three full pages of thoughts down every morning when you wake up, then throw out the pages. The idea behind it, is to empty your mind of wasteful clutter (purposeless thoughts) and if done consistently every morning, you will literally begin to feel lighter and your mind will become more focused. I find that I release enough mind clutter in 3 pages, to allow me to be more focused for the rest of the day on achieving my goals. “The artist’s way” is a great read for blocked creativity (and YES! We are ALL creative beings!).

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It's not Magic, it's mind power. Let your artist come through! Image Map

2 Great Reads to begin with!

More great advice came from the author of “Eat, Pray, Love”, Elizabeth Gilbert. One brilliant piece of advice she gives is that you should show up for your part. She (like many others) feels a “divine force” guiding her while she writes, almost as though someone else is writing for her. Julia Cameron also speaks of this force. Both of them see themselves as the medium for this “divine force” to express its genius. It takes the pressure off from the author and places it on this outside force which, in turn, allows you to be receptive to your own creativity.
Sometimes the “divine force” shows up, other times it doesn’t. But the trick is to show up for your part, sit at your computer and start writing, (or painting, or whatever it is you’re looking to do) and keep showing up for your part. Consistent focused action and you will succeed!

Watch this talk from Elizabeth Gilbert. It will be worth your time. 🙂

Lovyabubye! Comment below 🙂