It’s a New Day

What if you got up every morning remembering that it truly is a new day each day? That you get to pick? That you are 99.9 percent space and only less than one percent matter? That our lives are more malleable than we might imagine? That creativity and growth are are more than nice ideas.

That sounds crazy, but it is true. We want to to create the best life possible for ourselves. And yet most people are captives of habitual thoughts and feelings — not to mention the belief systems inherited from loved ones and society during the first few years of life before we had agency.

Thus,  “It’s a New Day” is a mantra and the name of this website.  I want to remember and want you to remember to be in a state of creativity and growth rather than bringing the past into the present and creating the future with it… which is what people tend to do. It is a habit that takes consistent effort to break.

This picture of a gentleman climbing a rock wall demonstrates that this is not the easiest of tasks. That said, it is doable. If you make a small change and stay with it, like a sailboat whose course has been altered only a single degree, where you find yourself long term will be a far different destination.

Over time, changes stack up and you find yourself living a life a lot closer to what you want instead of what you don’t want hanging around like so many dust bunnies under the furniture.

It is in fact, a new day, every day. And for as long as we live, we get to practice making new choices creating new pathways in our lives and altering the course of our future.

Coaching and counseling are useful for accountability when you are making such changes. Coaching is the best choice when you are working on this already and want accountability for progress on your goals.

Counseling is the best choice when you have been working on progress for a while and feel stuck. Maybe there are beliefs or old habits that you just can’t seem to let go. There is mental health coaching if you are somewhere in the foggy mist between those two.

Get in touch with me! We can have a chat. And if you are interested and we are a good fit, I’d love to work with you. First you can go to my contact page, or check out these links to my practice pages on Simply Coach and Psychology Today

https://partners.simply.coach/marian-smith

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Marian Haftel Smith                 Copyright 2025

A Short Course in Human Nature

In short we are like icebergs. It is an applicable and useful analogy for self understanding.

This analogy is brilliant. I first came across it at an in-service training by someone else where I worked in community mental health. I don’t remember who that was any more. I don’t know where the analogy came from, but I have elaborated on it over the years. I have overlayed it with other systems of thought I find useful for describing and understanding how you operate in the world.

I found pretty pictures of icebergs and used them as teaching tools. It is a short course but enough to be useful. With it, navigation and evolution of your personal growth, self understanding and wellbeing is possible.

Behavior

We begin above the waterline. What is behavior, really? It is what we can observe about our own actions and what we can see in others. Behavior is accessible to the senses. That is all that is above the waterline of our individual icebergs.

We can see gestures, posture, gait, hear vocabulary, voice tone, feel skin, hugs, stiffness, ease. Smell perfume, taste kisses. All of that is behavior. You can understand what you see and respond to it. What it means is up to interpretation. That comes from below the water line. There is so much more going on underneath.

Thoughts and Feelings

A little bit below the water line are thoughts and feelings. We can deduce these to a certain extent. We know our own. The meanings of facial expressions are global. While body language is also somewhat global, culture also plays a part.

People from out own culture are easy to read. People from different cultures can pose a challenge. But someone can speak a sentence and mean none of it. Someone can wear a mask and their emotions are inscrutable. Still, they are closer to the surface.

Attitudes Values and Beliefs

Next up and deeper into the iceberg are attitudes, values and beliefs.

Each of these three are less mutable within a person although they can be emphasized or muted or changed with effort. They are deeper in the iceberg, not easily unfrozen.

Attitudes.

People have a dominant attitude. Some are idealistic. This is a tough attitude to have in this world. To want the shining city of idealism would create and to have those ideals dashed is not my idea of fun.

To have a spiritualist attitude, to ever be considering what could be, is the way of the optimist. There are realists, who examine what is, stoics who seek to handle or endure what is, skeptics who investigate what is, cynics who challenge what is, suspecting fraud, and pragmatists such as myself who are about figuring out what works and going with that.

(This particular set of core attitudes comes from the Michael Teachings which a philosophic framework that describes human personality and evolution. I have been a not particularly serious student of this framework for many years but serious enough to integrate it into my own wok where it fits well)

Values

Values are those qualities we find intrinsically important to us. These are things like family, honesty, excitement, fun, financial success, loyalty, friends.

It is a great idea to look into lists of values and consider which are the most important for you and whether you are living in alignment with them. People can feel good about their lives even in the midst of great difficulty if they are living in alignment with their values.

Beliefs

The majority of our beliefs are not even truly our own but were given to us by parents teachers, neighbors, clergy, others who were an influence early in life. They became the framework for “the rules” of survival after leaving that blissful infant period where there was nothing we need do but exist to be worthy.

If you snooze, you lose. The early bird gets the worm. It is a sin to be angry. Loyalty above all. Santa’s elves are watching you. If it doesn’t apply, let it fly. Some, people outgrow. Others are ours for life. Some are useful. Some hold us back from our best life.

The Challenge of Change

As such they are entrenched. When we look to change thinking or beliefs, it works for a while until survival brain kicks in to stop us. “this is what got you here”. This is what kept you alive” it is dangerous to change this!

And so we go back to what our nervous system finds familiar and comfortable instead of the better future we really do want. We get up and eat that snack at midnight for emotional comfort , or doom-scroll to reinforce our belief that the world is going to hell and we are right or other behaviors that make us miserable but it feels safer somehow.

The Deepest Layer Hides the Answer

Ahh and then there is the deepest layer, The part of us that is consistent throughout our lives, changeless. It is always there, but so covered with the rest of it, it is not surprising to be out of touch with it except rarely.

It is what it feels like when you breathe in. Notice how this feels the same, that it has felt the same forever.

I thought, “I will feel different when I am sixteen”, or twenty-one or thirty. But I didn’t it was the same as the day before and the day before that. And it has remained the same the entirely of my life. Examine, is this is not also true for you when you choose to pay attention? This is the Observer. Consciousness. It is who you really are.

Consciousness

All the rest of the levels are overlay. Consciousness is calm. Even. Peaceful. And it is possible to access it through simply noticing your breath and only noticing your breath for a few minutes.

Another way is to notice only sound or to expand your vision as wide and high as it will go and let go of all the words. The rest of our being is mutable. From this deeper place, the power, not to change, but to become who you really are, exists.

Uplift: finding wisdom when you feel stuck

I felt blocked. I’ve been worried about household finances and what path to take forward. So, I meditated like I often do at such moments. What arrived was not reassurance, but a visitor and a teaching.

I closed my eyes. While I do not “hear voices”, I don’t know how else to express this than to say, this is what I heard…

(BEGIN) “Having been brought up with the concept of separation, you as human beings are very much focused on the less than 1% of creation that is matter rather than the energy of everything”.

I felt compelled to open my eyes. I saw a chameleon crawling along the wooden window ledge next to me. It was also now brown with very delicate patterns along its spine. It could see through the window but not get “out there”. It crawled back and forth along the window ledge restlessly, then up the side of a pair of binoculars hanging right there. All to no avail.

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Looking Out There When the Answer Is Inside

I opened the window then scooped him up to let him out. He struggled, fought capture and then was free. I closed my eyes and the message resumed. It is not a voice it is more like thoughts that rise from within me.

“You are like the lizard climbing up your binoculars. You see yourself as ‘separate from’ when you are ‘a part of’ what you notice, looking out there for answers.

You are no more separate from it than that lizard, who turns brown as he crawls across wood then green if among the leaves. He is cute, beautiful from a different perspective further along in the spiral of creation.

The lizard is lost, bumping against the glass he cannot get past although he sees beyond it. And your hand, which he fears, helps him to the other side although he struggles against you. You help him anyway and he is now free. Such hands are there for you as you bump against symbolic glass” ( END).

Perspective

To receive this message from my inner knowing did not “fix it”. What it did do, with this beautiful synchronicity of this little lizard bumping up against glass then crawling up binoculars of all things, gave me a sense of peace that I am not alone. And for now, this inner wisdom, it is enough. I can trust the way will open, if I’m paying attention.




This sort of thing is something that I do. I believe all people have access to this inner wisdom. It is something I encourage others to do if they are open to it at all. When you can see where you want to go but keep bumping against something you can’t quite name. If this resonates with you, please get in touch. It is within you.

Patterns Are Portals

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Riding Shotgun Down the Avalanche

How Conflict Became Our Path to Connection

I listen more closely. This song is haunting, beautiful. Is it a song of exhilaration, like I hope, or one of sorrow? This best new song I never heard until Apple Music served it up to me last night is the latter. I have been fighting with it ever since.

I got home and looked it up.  Shawn Colvin  released this song in 1989, more than 30 years ago. As you might deduce from the title, the writer feels out of control. She deeply loves her partner yet there are deeply destructive elements in their relationship. I can relate to this.

We had a fight a few months back where I stomped out of the house. I drove off aimlessly, ended up in Cedar Key. It took far longer than the hour and a half travel time it would have taken me if that had been my direct intention. I wanted to see the Gulf of Mexico. It will always be the Gulf of Mexico for me. He provoked me one time with that Gulf of America nonsense.  I spent the night. He had my location. Still sharing location is a signal I know he understands.

There is a pattern where he comes in so sweetly to wake me in the morning with a kiss. And then we have a raging argument within the hour. I have come to realize that because he gets up so insanely early, that he’s had time to get something on his brain he HAS to talk with me about. Meanwhile I have not had coffee yet and want my early morning peace. It isn’t a great combination.

We both can get so distressed that we break things. And although I am generally the one who sweeps the debris from the broken dish, or the destroyed TV remote, we are both responsible enough to look within ourselves the for where we contributed to our conflict and make reparations with each other. Although sometimes it is “just because”, I get flowers quite often after such occasions.

I have come to understand that conflict is his way of getting to a level of emotional connection beyond superficial discussions of things like the weather or what each of us have done today. It gets beyond the next deeper level of logistical discussions about dinner or what to do together for fun this next weekend.

 Growth through conflict isn’t the greatest avenue, I think. But he makes sure we do connect. I deeply appreciate this. The glue that puts us back together is stronger than the perfection of a boring cup. The boring cup is what broke my first marriage. It took me over 20 years to try again.

I go back to thinking about this song, that I played over and over again, seeking to melt it into my soul. Exhilaration is what I want. I saw something magical and beautiful within him when we met.

Sunset Over Ramsau Bei Berchtesgaden, Bavaria, Germany February, 2016

This man, this person, had lost almost everything that was important to him in the aftermath of traumatic brain injury, PTSD, and had back injuries he was just getting past. He had served what he had come to see as a dishonorable cause in Iraq. After that series of losses he had almost taken his own life. He failed at that and I am eternally grateful.

I didn’t know all that right away. What I knew is that on an early date he took a three mile walk with me around the perimeter of our neighborhood to enjoy the Christmas decorations. During the community parade of decorated golf carts that zipped by us, we strolled through darkened streets sprinkled with colorful lights. And I loved it.

It was quite a while later that I realized how physically painful that must have been. I know now walking anywhere is not his typical idea of a great time. He would have preferred to be in one of those golf carts.  He was truly smitten with me. 

What brought us together, this man from South Alabama who drove a pickup truck? Who I imagined I would go out with once out of curiosity and probably never again? He liked rocks and gemstones. “You will probably think this is crazy he said, but I think they have properties that affect people”.

And my heart took flight. I love rocks and minerals! There are bowls full of them around my house. I also consider that they have properties that affect their environment or the person who wears them. And as an antidote to boredom, not being able to go, or do or work, he had taken to learning to cut them. He took classes in North Carolina to improve his skills at the William Holland lapidary school while I was off visiting Croatia and then Germany for a couple of months.

We sat together falling in love over the next summer as he ground away on gemstones. The hum of the grinding and of the machine soothed me and drowned out the ever-present background drone of the television, the one that was literally never on at my house next door. And now he had a dream.

While I was off completing what I thought would be one last work rotation in Wiesbaden Germany, he cemented his plan to attend gemology school in Carlsbad CA. I encouraged his dream of attending GIA  to become a Graduate Gemologist. He wanted to know what he was buying to cut.  His GI Bill would pay a lot of the expenses. My credit score enabled us to rent an apartment with a view of the Pacific Ocean from the swimming pool and the exercise room.

California

He could not have gone without me. Not with a 12-year-old son who would have to attend school. I would never have had the opportunity to go without him. It was a grand adventure.

After driving cross country out with the contents of that pickup truck, my car, his son, our two dogs, we furnished our dream with thrift store offerings. We also discovered suitable items from the leftovers of neighbors who’d discarded them. They had moved on in pursuit of their own dreams, or perhaps their dissolution. San Diego, the desert, beaches with cold water and cliffs and sunsets instead of sunrises, felt amazing.

Locked Bicycles. Commitment. Contrasts.
Bicycles Above A California Beach, Carlsbad, CA 2019

Meanwhile we fought about our differences. There are so many. Wonder Bread vs Dave’s Killer. Recycling vs throw it all away in the same can. Liberal vs Conservative. We broke up when we came back East. But it didn’t stick. It never stuck. We’d work things through. Our relationship deepened. It is not the easiest path, this growth through conflict, yet we persisted. Both of us.

Growth Through Conflict

Our relationship set me off on a course of deeper personal growth than I would have ever undertaken on my own. We’d have an argument, I would run away, determined never to return. After I few days, I would consider my own beliefs and question them. Where he was wrong, was clear from the beginning! It took more consideration to acknowledge my own flaws.

 Discovering sometimes obvious places where I also needed to grow, I’d write it out. When the inevitable call to come to dinner arrived, I would eventually return. We would discuss. We would both apologize. We’d course correct. I have journals filled with these stories.

After five years, we married. Ever the encourager, it was genuinely fine with me that he took his final exam to become to become a certified jewelry appraiser on our honeymoon. We have created a beautiful home together. And we continue to thrive into our third year of marriage.

 We are the irresistible force of water that meets the immovable granite boulder. There is stimulation and growth and deeper love in the smoothing of this giant piece of rough into an elegant polished specimen worthy of exhibition.

Large Crystals illuminated at the ABT Exhibit, Tucson Gem Show 2025
Polished Beauty. ABT Exhibit, Tucson, AZ 2025

We will result in a most beautiful specimen! We will be like the ones you in the gemological museum in Idar Oberstein in Germany.  Like the ones you see on display in Tucson at the gem show every February, we will inspire awe. This is my version of the results of the avalanche. This is my dream.

 I am certain that I am not simply riding shotgun when I am riding in the truck I willingly climbed into. This avalanche is the smoothing of the rough.  I believe this, the way I believe in him. The way he loves me despite my insistence that I am right, my Mighty Marian proclamations of Truth.  

Which I am quite often right, I am sure of it. That he is certainly the one who is mistaken or has been misled when he somehow continues to honorably serve a dishonorable master when it comes to our political arguments. And certainly, Dave’s Killer Bread is better that that white cardboard he still prefers even as he eats the healthier choice. And I observe in awe his ability to create beauty from rough stones or examine jewelry with an attention to detail I could never in a hundred years muster.

One of his fancy cut color change CZs, 2019. I loved the vivid green iteration of its color. Fantasy background Courtesy of Canva AI

I consider the possibility of a destructive version of a relationship avalanche. We argue. Occasionally we break things and then repair. We fight and reconnect. This is the story of choosing a relationship that smooths our rough edges, even when it feels like an avalanche Testing edges creates what comfort never can. We are getting better at it. It is exhilarating.

What That Sky and My Dog Had In Common

Chelsea was my master, teaching me honor beauty in difficulty like I could in a gorgeous sky reflected in water.

So many things pass through my mind as I gazed at those gorgeous clouds above the water that reflected them back to the sky. Present at that moment in Spanish Fork, Alabama, I recognized the beauty I wanted to honor by capturing it with my camera. It was beautiful like Chelsea, regardless of her difficulties.

Here we are, having a seafood lunch caught from the local waters here in near Mobile, Alabama. I am visiting this area where my sweetheart grew up, for the first time. I had no idea how magnificent the sky could be.

Life is good! There is so much beauty to honor in the world, I thought, until I remembered that I found out only yesterday that my precious Chelsea Belle had cancer. “She is twelve”, I thought to myself. That is a pretty great life span for a dog.

And it is. I gave her a good life. She’d been dropped off at the vet tech’s house. I heard about her close to immediately. I had only recently decided I was willing to get a dog again. My last dog was only four when he died, also from cancer. He was a rottweiler, and also a rescue.

I am ready for a dog, again, I explained to my vet. My kitty Otter, had lost weight and she wasn’t that heavy to begin with. The vet felt concerned for her health too. Testing showed nothing amiss, but I knew. She was suffering heartbreak from Leon’s death. She needed another dog to replace Leon in her life.

My son had called me about Leon the Rottweiler. I felt skeptical. ” But, Mom, you gotta see this dog!” he pleaded. So I drove to Jacksonville. And I fell in love with him when he licked my hand. When he died I felt bereft like we pet owners do. I didn’t want to replace him. He cannot be replaced. My cat was lonely too, though, as evidenced by the lost weight. “She needs a dog to keep her company while I work”, I reasoned.

So I made a bargain with God. This dog needs to weigh less, maybe fifty pounds. Leon had been a lot to handle at almost ninety. This next dog also needs to be less fearless, I calculated. Leon gleefully sought to round up Fed Ex trucks like they were cattle he was in charge of. Once he literally threw himself at a pick up truck while I sought fruitlessly to keep him in check. “I’m so sorry!” this hapless driver proclaimed. “No, I assured him, my dog ran into you”. He was not hurt. It was cancer that got him.

I got my wish this time. God listens. I got an exactly fifty pound dog. And, instead of overly fearless, Chelsea turned out to be an anxiety queen. She was not afraid of nature, but sliding glass doors? Basketball hoops? Garbage cans along the street? these were fearful objects.

Chelsea’s Soft Eyes

One morning in the predawn darkness a mylar balloon tied to a mailbox to announce a neighbor child’s birthday party startled her. She took off, ripping her leash from my hands! I couldn’t find her and I had to go to work.

She returned home by way of the wetlands behind our house about a half hour later. Dragging her leash behind her, covered in swamp mud, she spent the day in the garage until I could get home and clean her up. It took a lot of work to settle her down, to teach her the world was mostly safe.

And then there were the shoes. I lost 8 pairs of good shoes to her 8 month old teething. “This, I thought to myself, is why she lost her first home”. I eventually learned to put my shoes away and to make sure she had dog toys to chew. She wasn’t much on fetching balls, but she was fast! She even caught a squirrel one time.

And as expected she and my kitty Otter were best friends. It felt amazing. I still cherish and honor the beauty of witnessing their friendship. Their eventual deaths can never take it away.

While she improved, she had that streak of anxiety. Always. New manmade objects were a challenge. I saw my own mental state reflected back to me. We grew together. She traveled both the Southeast and West Coasts with me. When she survived a rattle snake bite, it was a lesson that taught me that we were both tougher than we thought. She always would rather go home than anywhere else but grew easier with the world and was now a friendly dog.

All these things pass through my mind as I gazed at the reflected glory between the water and the sky. I noted what this sky and my dog have in common. The reflections between the water and sky, my dog and my own being. The way you’ll notice life mirrors your thoughts back to you, the way it will honor your beauty and sometimes your flaws, over and over again if you contemplate such things at all.

Sometimes what the world reflects is the beauty we can find in difficult relationships, the ones that require us to grow. I see this picture and remember where I was. What was going on in my world at that moment comes back to me as something precious and beautiful despite the sorrow of impending loss.

Stop Optimizing. Start Being. Your patterns aren’t problems to fix.

Back From The Grave

Finding meaning in small acts of repair

I try to figure out how to make the little red ears stand up. They did, when this cute little stuffed dog toy came out of the package.

Stuffed lamb chop sits propped up by a container of sewing notions. A spool of thread and small pair of scissors lays in front of it. Marian Haftel Smith Copyright 2026
I’m Healed!

He had a loud and wonderful squeak when he was brand new, less than a week ago. But that squeak, I know this, that squeak is engineered. It hits a frequency that sounds like distress to a retriever’s ears. It is no accident. The toy companies know exactly what they’re doing. They design these toys for destruction.

And Jesse? Jesse is just being what we humans bred him to be. Apparently no retriever dog’s toy is officially dead until the squeaker has been torn of its cloth body. This must be accomplished! Our retriever lives by this law and then mourns the loss of his prey. It’s no fun anymore!

The Lamb Chop laid sprawled on the floor, those cute little red ears hanging by the proverbial thread. One arm, torn off at the seam, was visible across the room. I found its squeaker, surgically removed through the armpit, when I stepped on it in the kitchen. That woke me up before I even had coffee.

What am I doing? There are so many other things I could be doing. But here I am I repairing a dog toy when there is so much to do. Important things, perhaps. Things that would require deeper thought than this hand sewing with needle and thread.

But my hands are already moving. Threading. Stitching. Repairing something I know full well will be destroyed again. It may by tomorrow. I might save it for then, But maybe I will give it back this afternoon.

I want to call this wasteful. Part of me does call it wasteful. Still, another part of me knows that Jesse will be thrilled when his little Lamb Chop returns from the grave. I can already see his face when I give it back to him. I anticipate his eyes imploring me to go outside RIGHT NOW. His whole body will come to attention. He’ll grab it gently at first, almost reverently before our game begins again.

I will throw it out across the yard. He will seek to catch it in the air, which he often manages to do. Clever dog! When he misses, he will pick his toy up off the ground and shake his head violently as if he’s angry with his failure. He will bring it back for me to throw, again and again. And again. And again, yet another time.

Awaiting The Throw

How wonderful to be so excited! This, I think, is why we love them. But here’s what I’m sitting with: I’m part of a system I am only dimly aware of as my fingers are stitching.

The pet industry wants me, expects me, to throw this away and buy another. That’s the design, toys that last a week or maybe two. Squeakers are engineered to trigger prey drive so intense the toy cannot survive it. They are inexpensive enough, especially at Christmas time that replacement feels easier than repair. The whole cycle repeats forever and ever amen.

I’m disrupting that cycle, only slightly. I already bought the toy. I’m already in the system. My small rebellion, this Sunday afternoon, doesn’t change much.

Except that it changes something in me. When I repair instead of replace, I’m practicing something. It’s about refusing the convenience of this toy being disposable, at least for this moment. Perhaps it is also demonstrating love for Jesse in a way that feels right to me, even if it’s terribly inefficient.

And definitely, I think I’m maintaining a cycle that serves me more than I want to admit. Jesse destroys, I repair. Jesse destroys, I repair. He needs me to fix what he breaks. I need to be needed. I should not need to be needed, should I?

What if I just bought him toys that last longer? Indestructible rubber instead of cloth? I have done that. Those toys are not warm and fuzzy. Those, I do not have to sew, and he’d still have toys. But they aren’t cute.

And then I wouldn’t have this. This quiet Sunday afternoon with needle and thread, with its anticipation of doggy joy. I have this small act of care that feels like love made visible.

Does that make me devoted or stuck? .

Our pets live in the present moment in a way we humans often don’t manage. They remind us, like the emissaries from the angelic realm I believe they are, that the present moment is the best place to be. They may not literally be angels, but they are pretty darn close.

Jesse doesn’t wonder if playing fetch is a good use of his time. He doesn’t calculate the value of his joy. He just… is. Present. Fully alive in this moment.

And here I am, trying to learn that from him while simultaneously asking myself if sewing his toy is worthwhile. The irony isn’t lost on me.

I finish the last stitch. The red ears don’t stand up quite the way they did when the toy was new, but they’re attached. The squeaker is back inside. The arm is reattached.

Lamb Chop whole again, for now. I know this won’t last. I know I’ll be doing this again soon, or the toy will finally be beyond all repair and I’ll have to let it go.

But for now, I’ve kept something from the grave. I’ve said, “Not yet. Not today”.

And perhaps that is enough. Maybe the question isn’t whether this matters in the larger scheme of life. Maybe the question is what else am I keeping from the grave? What else am I repairing that’s meant to break? What other cycles am I in without fully seeing them? This is a lifelong pattern of mine. And I have not let it go.

Sometimes I think I ought to, like the leftovers I insist on putting in the refrigerator well knowing my husband is likely to throw them out before I am ready for that to happen. This is ingrained within me. I don’t have answers yet. I don’t know if I ever will, actually.

Sometimes I have an insight and gleefully nourish it for a time, only to lose sight of it. Then later after some error in thinking that causes me pain, or causes someone around me pain, I find that same insight again and hope to maintain it this time. I wince when this happens, more often then I would like.

But today I have a repaired toy. Our dog will be thrilled, and this moment of completion, temporary and small as it is, is mine.

It is designed by a system I want to buck, a pattern I’ve begun to question and wonder if I will ever have an answer. It is also meaningful yet possibly meaningless both at the same time.

I’m still learning to hold all of that without needing to resolve it.

For now, put away my scissors, needle and thread. I take the picture I will put at the beginning of this post that I will write. Jesse will come running when I call him with this toy in my hand.

He always comes, simply trusting that something good is coming. Maybe that’s the whole lesson right there.

Copyright 2026 Marian Haftel Smith

This Tree Is Still Becoming

How It Became an Inspiration

Sometimes when you are out in the world, something just grabs your attention. This tree, backlit by the setting sun at that moment, resides by the Adriatic Sea in Croatia. it filled me with a sense of wellbeing I do not ever want to forget. It is one of my greatest desires to evoke that feeling at will, no matter what.

To remember that we, everyone of us, can meet whatever our challenges are with a knowing that in the end, all is well. We can trust in the unknown. That in the present moment we have all that we need. That it is possible to remember that rather than listen to fearful voices of survival, the ones that claim we are not enough.

I not only want to continue doing this for myself , I want to guide others to this same sense of wellbeing though developing intuition. The memory of this tree, and its iteration present on this page, is an anchor. What is yours? Find it. If that sounds like a challenge worth initiating, get in touch. I would love to teach you how.

Copyright 2025 Marian Haftel Smith

How To Handle the Unknown With Confidence

How can you handle anxiety that comes  from not knowing what will happen? That is just about definitive of what causes anxiety, isn’t it?  We don’t know what will happen and we want to. There is a lack of control and further a lack of trust in the outcome.

You have to make an important decision. It will not only affect you, but also your family, or your coworkers, your world.  And feeling worried doesn’t help.  Worry is more or less a total waste of your precious time. A better way to consider it that you have a concern. There needs to be a plan, follow the plan, recheck and repeat.

But sometimes, that logic eludes a person, In that case,  how do you deal with your runaway mind on those occasions when tolerance for ambiguous situations just isn’t happening and you want that  open loops closed as quickly as possible. Closing open loops to quickly will adversely impact your decision making process.

After all, there are areas of life where that works well. For example it is useful to deal with an email one time so it is off your plate. It solves that problem.  Other times, tolerating ambiguity is a path for growth. Thus, it would be extremely useful to be less reactive to those situations when they arise.

First,  lets address some underpinnings. It is quite helpful  to understand a bit about the structure of how your brain works. What you will find here is quite simplified. However it is useful. It helps you comprehend that actually, you do have agency and are not an eternal victim of your mental habits.

How to be less reactive

First, when you are thinking about your thinking it is called metacognition. People often use metacognition when reviewing how they handled a situation to consider  how they might responded differently. You want to improve your ability to manage crisis.

In this case, we are considering  a more a specific way of teaching yourself to be less reactive in situations that typically create anxiety and stress so that your recapitulation later will be filled with more success outcomes and less remorse for “I should have done that differently”.

This is a form of mental rehearsal. Mental rehearsal is doing something in your mind before physically following through, like visualizing hitting a baseball, making a putt, talking to your spouse about a difficult topic beforehand.

make Peripheral Vision an ally

Begin by first taking a breath, then second expanding your peripheral vision, BEFORE engaging in the difficulty at hand.

Most everybody has their version of taking a big nice relaxing breath.  So you will do that. Expanding your peripheral vision might be new for you.

Why do that? Remember how it feels when you stop at a scenic overlook? You widen your vision to take it all in and it feels magnificent?  This relaxes you,  an automatic response from your autonomic nervous system. This is an obvious reason for the popularity of scenic overlooks.

So expand your visual awareness out to each side as far as you can go while keeping your head facing straight forward.

Next see how far your visual awareness can expand vertically. Stay with it for 10-15 seconds. You will find that you naturally deepen your breathing and feel more relaxed.

Practice expansion of your peripheral vision until it becomes an anchor for your approach to difficulties. So when those situations come up, this is automatic.  This mental rehearsal just  like what  athletes practice to improve their performances.  The third step is to take this out into the real world. You will be much more likely to handle your stressful situation in an improved manner.

Skip making it hard for yourself

Most people can up with is a challenge at work that is stressful. When people are confident, they imagine that they will handle it. That said there are occasions with  more perplexing challenges arise that are not so easy to deal with.

Thought about the situation  could be that “This is hard” or “Everything will get harder” or a similar negative thought. Examine what your automatic thoughts are. Note them, preferably taking the effort to write them down.

Whenever people have a thought, their reticular activating system  then scans the environment for evidence that that the thought is true. (I have written about that elsewhere). This is part of how beliefs are born.

Meanwhile, there are positive elements that are also true. Perhaps people come to you for answers. There is a lot of evidence that people see you as very competent. Consider this and again note this evidence. Again, writing it down is helpful.

Mental Rehearsal made easy
  • Think of one of the people who has come to you with questions that then triggers the uncertainty for which you do not have an entire plan to deal with just yet.
  • Think of that person talking to you.
  • Imagine taking that slow deep breath. Expand peripheral vision.
  • Imagine thinking,  “This is interesting and I am going to navigate all this just fine”.

Repeat this several times. You can accomplish this by mentally thinking about it and imagining it. Or, again, if you are the kind of person whose mind tends to get distracted, a helpful strategy is to write this out and read through it. Just reading it through provides been a repetition of the process.

The next  step is to literally put this into practice. use it with something not so stressful that generates a mild  level of  uncertainty ….  take that nice deep breath, briefly expand your peripheral vision  and thinking “this is interesting and I am going to navigate all this just fine”. Because this is an easy one. You an believe it.

After practicing this a few times, put it to the test with something more challenging. You will be pleased with your improved response and your confidence will grow.

why does this work?

This does a couple of good things. First, your reticular formation will now look for evidence that you navigate  challenging  just fine instead of looking for evidence that it will be difficult.

Second, you have a relaxation response instead of a physical response of tightness and unpleasant tension. This in itself makes things easier. We do not think well when we are tense.

Third, tension and anxiety produce no good result. Thinking is impaired when in fight/flight/ freeze survival mode, So, this is an improvement regardless of your circumstances.

You will have better results figuring out a course of action from an improved physiological state. I hope you find this useful.

FURTHER CONSIDERATIONS

An event is an event is an event. How we think about anything that has happened is what gives it meaning. Your thinking then creates a feeling. Research indicates that feelings are required to make decisions at all.  To make sure that your feelings  are your own and work for you rather than against you is a valid use of your time.

There are elements in our environment that seek to shape our experience of what things mean. This occurs in advertising,  in politics,  religious leaders for example.

So, questioning if something true or not, holding ambiguity, that it is possible that the answer is different than what we think, is useful.  It checks us. Confirmation bias is a hazard. the ability to maintain ambiguity rather than rushing to certainty to close an open loop is beneficial.

Some people really like to get into debates as a way to consider different viewpoints. This is a worthy pursuit  if you feel inclined towards that sort of thing.

So, question things, especially those that come to you on screens. The research has long been that we go into alpha waves when watching TV and so we accept that information into our subconscious minds more easily. This is why TV advertisers pay so much money for that screen time.

Questioning helps you to be in charge of your own thinking rather than accepting whatever narratives are coming your way. Even if two people witness the exact same thing at the exact same time, no two people are going to have the exact same experience. Nor are we supposed to. It is what makes us human.

Marian Haftel Smith                     Copyright 2025