This has been a whirlwind week, with cleaning and purging and donating and updating and just plain throwing out, I get totally sidetracked and forget about other projects that I care about and have time invested in, like this writing.
But these distractions in life are temporary and life returns to its new normal, whatever that is at the moment.
I’ll tell you what, all this cleaning and purging and donating has been so awesome for me. I’ve learned what I need and what I don’t, what I can live with and without, how to do with less, and how to say goodbye to those things that no longer serve me, even if there is a sentimental attachment.
There are many, many things I will miss about Orlando; seeing a momma swan and her ducklings every spring will be one of them, and there really is so much more to Orlando than the theme parks.
It’s been a wild ride, and an interesting one, and one I will never forget.
Every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end.
For most of us humans, acceptance, of anything, is so very hard to do. Whether it’s your current job, living situation, romantic life, physical attributes, or traffic issues, we just don’t want to accept things as they are. We are stubborn and fight and resist and pout and just want it to be the way it’s “supposed” to be.
But what we resist, persists.
So I’ve taken a cue from my dogs and have just stopped resisting. Animals are so adaptive, they figure it out quickly and just go with whatever is happening at the moment.
Anna (right) has been without her front right leg for almost 4 years now. The very next day after surgery she was in the backyard playing with Lola. Yes, really. She accepted what the world handed her and added something powerful to it.
So next time instead of resisting, try accepting then adding just one thing, however tiny it may be, and sit back and wait and see what happens. You may be pleasantly surprised.
Enjoy your day.
Where I live there are all kinds of people from all different places of all different colors and beliefs (and driving habits).
Where I work I have the same thing. A few of my co-workers celebrated Holi yesterday; an important, and very colorful, religious holiday in Hinduism.
Another co-workers’ mother passed away last week and we were invited to the burial ceremony and sit shiva with her.
Two very different experiences and two things that I knew very little about. I learned something new and it took me out of my comfort zone.
I’ve also been cleaning and clearing out, getting ready to move. Something else that’s getting me out of my comfort zone.
I’ve lived in my house for 20 years, and I’ve lived in Florida for 30, so this is kind of surreal for me that I’ll be moving. I mean, I always knew that I wouldn’t live in Florida forever but Damn! That sure went by fast!
It’s been more of a slow and gradual progress, so it’s not like this is a total shock, it’s almost reverse culture shock going back to Ohio after I’ve been here for so long.
Sometimes being uncomfortable isn’t such a bad thing, it spurs on change, which can also be uncomfortable, but never lasts forever. (It only feels like it)
It’s all good. Have an uncomfortable day.
Thinking about all these beautiful things today and how lucky I am to have them in my life.
All is well here, keeping very busy, and some personal life changes happening. It’s all good stuff though.
I hope you are well.
I know I say that like it’s a no-brainer “no kidding it’s new day” but it means so much more than that to me right now.
It means it’s a new day to start over. A new day to try again and get it right…
And I’m not just talking about my sewing or knitting projects that I mucked up…
A new day for new challenges to be overcome and confidence to be built. A new day to stand tall and proud and remember to have faith.
I say this because I am about to embark on another huge life adventure.
I have lived in Florida for nearly 30 years, 30 years! (Can you believe that?) Which also means it has been 30 years on my own far away from my family in Ohio.
And I miss them.
More and more I miss them. As I get older I miss them more. Sure, as a young person I missed them, my heart ached for them I was lonely, but I was busy being young! Traveling and partying and dancing and clubbing and being independent and buying my own home and living my life.
Which is what we expect most young people to do, right?
So I did. And it’s done. And as independent as I am, I can’t do it all. Nor do I want to anymore.
So I have decided to move back to Ohio this year. Yes, finally I have made up my mind and made a decision to leave. On the one hand I am terrified – there is comfort in the familiar, even if it’s not good – on the other hand I am excited – a new life a new start a new day with new possibilities.
I’m ready to go.
How about you?
So you know how you feel after spending a lot of time with family and you are away from home and not in your natural environment?
So it’s decompression time for me; going back to my calm and serene home and my familiar surroundings to regroup. I’m sure there are a lot of people that can understand this, and since I’ve learned more about sensitive personalities and introversion it makes more sense to me.
I used to just think that I was an oddity, a weirdo, and most people didn’t understand what I meant and was going through. After talking with others, I find I am not so odd.
I love my family very much and so totally enjoy spending time with them, but even after spending time with them I need my quiet time to recharge. If I don’t recharge I end up being extra tired, then I get cranky and then I’m really no fun to be around, even for me.
So today is my rest and recharge day so I can face tomorrow.
Which means back to work.
I hope you had a restful holiday.
So you may remember that about a month ago, I came home to this disaster in my backyard.
Thankfully I have some Stihl tools and cut away most of the small branches. (I still needed to get into my shed).
With the help of my neighbor, and my large tushy, we managed to unscrunch (yes that is a word) the shed enough so the the doors still work and I can get in and out of the shed.
Since I don’t want anymore of the tree to fall on my fence or the neighbors pool enclosure, and I really don’t want to cut the whole thing down, I have a tree service coming over Saturday to trim it up and cut back the dead parts.
And there are dead parts. I had woodpeckers in the tree this morning.
It’s a beautiful sycamore tree that is at least 30 years old. It gives me so much good shade, it’s a very sturdy tree, and it’s difficult to kill. I’d like to keep as much of it as I can. I’m hoping for some kind of medical miracle this weekend.
I also bought lots of gatorade for the guys working. I know how this works.
So we’re going to try this instead and hope for the best. Wish me luck.
Got some new, larger prayer flags the other day. These are so awesome, I had to share.
I took this photo a couple months ago. I wanted to chronicle my fabulous haircut for future reference, you know, so that way I could show the hairdresser at the $15 haircut place –
$8 with a coupon
How I wanted my haircut.
I never get the same person twice so it’s never cut the same way twice. This photo chronicling is an effort in futility since something is always lost in translation.
So I’m looking at the photo thinking “that’s a lot of gray hair”
Yeah, it sure is! Now I know why people compliment me on my “highlights”.
“Highlights” not withstanding, my latest foray into “a woman of a certain age” is that my left wrist is hurting. I injured it as a young person, and now it’s getting worse to where I can’t put pressure on it and it’s impeding my yoga class. Not good.
Now I need to see an orthopedic hand specialist.
After this I fear it’s just a slippery slope into bifocals, sensible shoes, depends, a regular upper lip waxing, and shirts to cover my really flabby upper arms.
I think my body is revolting against me.