The value is in the practice: a lesson from fridge magnets

Recently I’ve thought a lot about how old systems of thought no longer serve me. Then never did very well when I held them either, to be honest.

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Shedding them has been a delight, a blooming, an adventure full of feeling and learning and growth that’s been saturated with joy.

That tells me I’m onto something.

It’s sad to think about just how small my opinion was of my value. Embracing that I am “a good thing” has been the catalyst for more growth than getting up at 5am, drinking more water, or any form of resolution or habit could even dream to touch.

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What’s my point? I’m coming to it:

Instead of thinking the value was in what I produced, I began to find joy in the practice of the thing. Running, writing, talking through my thoughts, not having everything I do or say be perfect before I share it, being wrong, it all improved when I thought of it as practice instead of the final exam with judgement attached - judgement that was only in my head anyway, never really ever real.

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Related to this, I don’t like to make strict resolutions.

“I’m going to do X specific thing for X days and accomplish X result” is a good pattern sometimes, and definitely the motivation that works for some people, and that’s great! But it’s not what I need to do for myself right now.

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Instead, I’m figuring out how to listen to myself again, and I’m learning how to trust myself again after over a decade of second guessing, doubting my intuition, my feelings, and my emotions.

I’m making notes of things I want more of and things I want less of and paying attention to the why and how of both.

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More messing around and finding out (scientific method, yeah?) is high on the list.

Recently I sorted the fridge poetry magnets I have and, aside from learning that I have lost all the words that started with K, I played with them and made a bunch of haikus just for the hell of it.

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Are they good? I don’t know. I didn’t assign them any value at all.

Here’s why.

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I had fun creating them, so whether or not they’re good doesn’t matter to me.

I let myself be free with these little magnets and combined them in ways that I hadn’t before. It was a delight to sit on my floor with my hot chocolate and my music up loud and just mess around with the only goal being to enjoy myself.

And I did.

The value was in the practice.

And yes, the next thing I did was google “how to clean stainless steel” ;)