An A-Maze-Ing Day

Enough with the heavy metaphors, lets get down to the important stuff...what I did today in the maze.

Today was a good day in the maze. The weather was beautiful, and I took full advantage of it by getting myself going with Zumba in the morning and then heading out for a walk and a subsequent nice long hike in Upper Park.

I went further than I have ever gone before, (the trail seems to go on forever) and before I turned back, I sat on a rock and meditated about what felt so good about being out there. I struggled at first (okay, for a while) with keeping my thoughts from rampaging through my head noisily, as they often do, stomping around and running amok, making lists and plans and obsessing over drama at work, before I was able to calm down enough to pinpoint what drew me to this place. Once the cacophony subsided, and I was able to focus, I decided that it was the perfection that drew me here, the feeling that everything was "just right".

In a life where everything seems like it could use improvement, like someone always has something bigger, better or newer than I do, it was refreshing to find a place where everything was perfect just as it was, where all the trees, rocks and overgrown grasses seemed like they were intentionally set down by God in just the right place, just where they were meant to be. It felt good, so good, to sit for a moment and stop striving, stop trying to improve something, and to just feel for the tiniest second like by virtue of being in proximity to such a beautiful place, that I too, was, finally just right.

That's a big thing for me right now (huge, really,but I don't' want to seem dramatic) and I am thankful for the experience.

Welcome

Hello, and Welcome to "Who Moved My Brie", my new blog.

I haven't ever blogged before, but I decided to start one for several reasons. First, a good friend started a blog recently, and although I don't have a cute baby that does all sorts of adorable baby things, I thought I might have something to say that others might want to hear (although that's a big maybe!). Also, I used to write in high school, and while my life was alot darker back then and consequently I used writing in a different way, I think I'm in a place now where I would like to try writing on the lighter side of life, to remind myself of who I am and what I am grateful for.

I plan to use this blog as a place to share my thoughts, feelings, daily habits, funny moments, confusions, questions, and gratitudes as I continue my journey in the maze of life. That's why I chose the title for this blog, Who Moved My Brie? It's a play on my name, combined with the fact that I feel like I am trying to figure out not only the location of my "cheese", but what it's made out of, why I want it so badly, and how to live each day with gratitude and joy, even when the cheese seems nowhere in sight. Because in the end, I believe that how we travel through the maze is much more important than how fast we finish and what we find when we get there.

Musings on Mazes:

If you have ever been in a maze, say the kind they make out of hay at the fair, the thing is, for alot of people it can feel very claustrophobic, very confining, just as life often feels like it is closing in on us. But the reality of the situation is that you can always look up and find the sky; there is nothing keeping you in the maze or forcing you to run haphazardly in an attempt to reach the end but your own sense of impending doom. If you simply accept that this is where you are, in the maze, then you can take a moment to look up, and find that there is plenty of space up there, plenty of room to grow and learn.

So welcome to my maze! I hope you enjoy the twists and turns along with me!