As many of you know, my work goes basically ape shit at Halloween time. It’s like an all out battle of creativity and this year’s theme is Harry Potter! I am to be Luna Lovegood!
WOOT WOOT!
If you don’t know her character, here she is:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luna_Lovegood
I don’t know much of her myself, but she seam’s a good fit based on my colleagues input as well as my own understanding of her.
Playing dress up is one of my favorite things in the world, somewhere along the line I was robbed of the gene that inhibits my need to dress in costume and get up on stage and sing my guts out at Karaoke. Fear not, for I am not ashamed and I intend to take this new character to the next level.
Really, I’m sure I was a version of Gwen Stefani/Shirley Manson/Natalie Merchant/Poe/Sarah McLaughlin in some other life. Or some other random mixture of influence and general appreciation for the craft. I may not get to realize my rock star dreams in this lifetime, but for a few days a year I get away with it ok :-)
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Is anyone else freaked out....
The current political climate is challenging enough, yet here we are faced with another hurdle brought to light by Hurricane GWB: The Economy.
We’ve all been whispering to ourselves and/or each other about the state of our financial security as a country for some time. At least in my home town it’s quite the topic for discussion, considering that Denver has held one of the top 10 spots in the country for the past 5 years for BOTH foreclosure and unemployment rates. Let’s just say I’m not the only one loosing my house on my block. But, way before it ever really hit home for me (and we all know my situation is more likely based on shitty decision making on my end then the economy so no need to rub salt in the wound please) I began noticing commentary on Alternet.org and other sites that I frequent about the possible financial fallout of this administration. I remember a time when it was predicted that the economy wouldn’t go to hell in a hand basket for at least another 3 – 5 years (IF we didn’t go to war with Iran first) and that it might just still be salvageable if x, y and z were to happen. Well kids, it’s about that time!
What’s sad to me is that it also really wasn’t that long ago that the 6 O’clock talking heads began openly reporting the actual cost of our deficit (the largest in history by one single president), what the financial repercussions of the war in Iraq are (the most expensive in history) and finally in recent months how severely shit could potentially hit the fan. This, of course, is only based on about how far you can throw that guy reporting the news because most of the time I know most of question what is being reported and that’s partly why I still can’t decide if we should be panicking yet. It’s always so hard to pick and choose what to listen to, what to base decisions on in this day and age. But that’s another blog.
So, my question to you all is: Clearly, the results of our times are evident, I mean it’s some scary stuff what’s going on with the stock market and housing these days. But is anyone else truly concerned about the economy in terms of cataclysmic events? People are starting to scream “Depression” and that sort of thing and it’s hard not to think “Huh, that would be bad!” and “Hrm, what can be done about this?” or “These people are all full of crap, over reacting and we are going to be fine!” or somewhere in the middle? Many of the people in my life are in the financial biz and I’d be curious to hear what some of you all have to say on the subject?
We’ve all been whispering to ourselves and/or each other about the state of our financial security as a country for some time. At least in my home town it’s quite the topic for discussion, considering that Denver has held one of the top 10 spots in the country for the past 5 years for BOTH foreclosure and unemployment rates. Let’s just say I’m not the only one loosing my house on my block. But, way before it ever really hit home for me (and we all know my situation is more likely based on shitty decision making on my end then the economy so no need to rub salt in the wound please) I began noticing commentary on Alternet.org and other sites that I frequent about the possible financial fallout of this administration. I remember a time when it was predicted that the economy wouldn’t go to hell in a hand basket for at least another 3 – 5 years (IF we didn’t go to war with Iran first) and that it might just still be salvageable if x, y and z were to happen. Well kids, it’s about that time!
What’s sad to me is that it also really wasn’t that long ago that the 6 O’clock talking heads began openly reporting the actual cost of our deficit (the largest in history by one single president), what the financial repercussions of the war in Iraq are (the most expensive in history) and finally in recent months how severely shit could potentially hit the fan. This, of course, is only based on about how far you can throw that guy reporting the news because most of the time I know most of question what is being reported and that’s partly why I still can’t decide if we should be panicking yet. It’s always so hard to pick and choose what to listen to, what to base decisions on in this day and age. But that’s another blog.
So, my question to you all is: Clearly, the results of our times are evident, I mean it’s some scary stuff what’s going on with the stock market and housing these days. But is anyone else truly concerned about the economy in terms of cataclysmic events? People are starting to scream “Depression” and that sort of thing and it’s hard not to think “Huh, that would be bad!” and “Hrm, what can be done about this?” or “These people are all full of crap, over reacting and we are going to be fine!” or somewhere in the middle? Many of the people in my life are in the financial biz and I’d be curious to hear what some of you all have to say on the subject?
Thursday, September 25, 2008
*yawn*
No one said this getting back to work thing would be easy.....my whole body is screaming at me today, I don't even know why. Just know that I am over the top tired and am looking forward to the weekend, except I have to work Saturday because I am behind on hours. Poo.
In other news, my son has a date this weekend. wow. Amy is her name. By default, she seems scandelous and untrustworthy. Her tank top was about the size of my pinky. Crap.
I keep remdinding myself that a date doesn't nessisarily equate to a pregnancy, that he'll be smarter then all that and end up a virgin for at least another 10 years at which point he'll fall madly in love with the love of his life, marry and have children having only loved her. The love of his life, not Amy.
Alas, sadly I am not as naive as would be convenient in these scenarios. I know all to well what's going on here. This girl is aggressive, dresses in a manner that is obviously appealing to 16 year old boys and has an older sister with a 'reputation' as I've heard from my little spy (Bethany) at Max's school I know, I know...say what you want, I don't solicit this behavior from Bethany, she just spills it cuz she is a teenage girl and likes to gossip and if you think my ears aren't going to perk up when it comes to the subject of my child and who he's hanging out with well you are wrong. It's hard NOT to keep an open ear in such scenario's, no? And certainely I am not going to judge Amy based on what she's wearing or who her sister is, jeez that's not even fair. But it's her assertiveness that alarms me more then anything. I don't think we are dealing with an innocent.
Takes one to know one I guess one could say. laugh.
Oh well, it had to happen some time....this infatuation with girls and sex and all things hormonal driven. I'd say we've been lucky having gotten this far with him being more into soccer and cars.
In other news, my son has a date this weekend. wow. Amy is her name. By default, she seems scandelous and untrustworthy. Her tank top was about the size of my pinky. Crap.
I keep remdinding myself that a date doesn't nessisarily equate to a pregnancy, that he'll be smarter then all that and end up a virgin for at least another 10 years at which point he'll fall madly in love with the love of his life, marry and have children having only loved her. The love of his life, not Amy.
Alas, sadly I am not as naive as would be convenient in these scenarios. I know all to well what's going on here. This girl is aggressive, dresses in a manner that is obviously appealing to 16 year old boys and has an older sister with a 'reputation' as I've heard from my little spy (Bethany) at Max's school I know, I know...say what you want, I don't solicit this behavior from Bethany, she just spills it cuz she is a teenage girl and likes to gossip and if you think my ears aren't going to perk up when it comes to the subject of my child and who he's hanging out with well you are wrong. It's hard NOT to keep an open ear in such scenario's, no? And certainely I am not going to judge Amy based on what she's wearing or who her sister is, jeez that's not even fair. But it's her assertiveness that alarms me more then anything. I don't think we are dealing with an innocent.
Takes one to know one I guess one could say. laugh.
Oh well, it had to happen some time....this infatuation with girls and sex and all things hormonal driven. I'd say we've been lucky having gotten this far with him being more into soccer and cars.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Happy Solstice!
My sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain,
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.
Robert Frost
My November Guest.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
It's A Mad,Mad World
Reflections from today's first big adventure out in the populace of working professionals:
This is why I got hurt. To slow my ass down, not just a little to gain some insight. Oh hell no, this was the grandest kind of intervention....it was the kind that made me literally STOP my entire life long enough to sit down and examine how truly maddening everything around me had become. I've spent months, being forced to rest so that my body may heal and in that time, the steps I have been taking in the months previous to my injury to heal the rest of me were reiterated. It's like oh yeah, your not gonna get it on your own? Well here you go sister! Take that and call me in the morning!
I can't go back to living that way now, not ever. To busy, tired, unfulfilled, unhappy, lonely, sad, depressed, dark, secluded, directionless, motionless, lacking priority and judgement.
I'll screw up again most certainly, but while I am grateful for all that I've learned in this past 18 months about life and love and how experience forms us...I am over it. So over it, meaning that I am not going to contribute any more to it and "it' in this scenario is a heavy, hulking, lurking monster inside of me that needs to be freed to thrive and no longer so easily distracted.
I don't know exactly what that this looks like yet, what this all means...but I know this for sure: quiet time, reading, being outside, spending time with the people I value and who value me, listening to the music that moves me, playing and dancing, turning off my stupid cell phone, being me even when people don't like it, working hard on my goals (whatever those end up being, tho I have a fairly good idea) and giving something back are all a really good start. Oh and living simply....let's start there actually. One day at a time.
If nothing else, I know for sure I have to find away to manage this seemingly endless barrage of external noise that I now realize, literally sucks out my life source and can get dangerously low if not replenished properly. I honestly, never saw it for what it was before today and you may expect this....sure she's been couped up in a house for 3 months, it's certain to be a little alarming out there in the world. Yep, I'll agree with that....it is another big transition and it IS going to be overwhelming at first....but I can't deny what I saw today, for maybe the first time ever. I can't do it anymore, I am just not that interested in feeding the madness, not mine or anyone elses.
Stick that in your pipe and smoke it sensory overloading, energy sucking, pot stirring, mind altering, crazy making vampires. You are no longer wanted here, we've had some good times but I am bailing out on you. Sorry, I can't be your lunch today. And hopefully not tomorrow either.
The world is noisy.
Today, all of my senses felt bombarded. Traffic felt much to fast, my office seemed much to bright, the radio seemed much to loud, cell phones ringing everywhere you go, I noticed how much people talk just to talk.
I feel a little overwhelmed today by the external world that exists out of my little cocoon I've built up at home. And when I got home from being out in the mad, mad world with all of it's energy that seems determined to "ATTACK!" I come home to a 16 year old ball of some of the strongest energy available to human kind with the tv blaring, chasing the cats around the house and whinning about what we are having for dinner.
Wow, now I get it!
It's like the last 14 years of working, parenting, learning, surviving, struggling, cooking, cleaning, meetings, pagers & cell phones, loving, hurting, nurturing, computer screens, keyboards, mouses, servers, email, magazines, books, coding, writing, singing, dancing, crying, aching, tv screens, people with idea's of who I should or shouldn't be, searching, wanting, needing, trying to understand and just trying to get through the day sometimes flashed in front of me atomically.
It's no wonder I sometimes feel so detached from myself, like I am watching myself live my own life. I am being assaulted by constant demands on my attention, time, energy and resources by things that simply don't matter.
And I mean CONSTANTLY.....
It's no wonder I don't know who I am at 32 years old.
This is why I got hurt. To slow my ass down, not just a little to gain some insight. Oh hell no, this was the grandest kind of intervention....it was the kind that made me literally STOP my entire life long enough to sit down and examine how truly maddening everything around me had become. I've spent months, being forced to rest so that my body may heal and in that time, the steps I have been taking in the months previous to my injury to heal the rest of me were reiterated. It's like oh yeah, your not gonna get it on your own? Well here you go sister! Take that and call me in the morning!
I can't go back to living that way now, not ever. To busy, tired, unfulfilled, unhappy, lonely, sad, depressed, dark, secluded, directionless, motionless, lacking priority and judgement.
I'll screw up again most certainly, but while I am grateful for all that I've learned in this past 18 months about life and love and how experience forms us...I am over it. So over it, meaning that I am not going to contribute any more to it and "it' in this scenario is a heavy, hulking, lurking monster inside of me that needs to be freed to thrive and no longer so easily distracted.
I don't know exactly what that this looks like yet, what this all means...but I know this for sure: quiet time, reading, being outside, spending time with the people I value and who value me, listening to the music that moves me, playing and dancing, turning off my stupid cell phone, being me even when people don't like it, working hard on my goals (whatever those end up being, tho I have a fairly good idea) and giving something back are all a really good start. Oh and living simply....let's start there actually. One day at a time.
If nothing else, I know for sure I have to find away to manage this seemingly endless barrage of external noise that I now realize, literally sucks out my life source and can get dangerously low if not replenished properly. I honestly, never saw it for what it was before today and you may expect this....sure she's been couped up in a house for 3 months, it's certain to be a little alarming out there in the world. Yep, I'll agree with that....it is another big transition and it IS going to be overwhelming at first....but I can't deny what I saw today, for maybe the first time ever. I can't do it anymore, I am just not that interested in feeding the madness, not mine or anyone elses.
Stick that in your pipe and smoke it sensory overloading, energy sucking, pot stirring, mind altering, crazy making vampires. You are no longer wanted here, we've had some good times but I am bailing out on you. Sorry, I can't be your lunch today. And hopefully not tomorrow either.
Monday, September 15, 2008
An Eeyore Kind Of Day.....
I have been in a funk for a few days and I finally figured it out, I am going through a lonely spell.
I used to think there was something really wrong with me, why can't I be strong enough not to feel loneliness? I'm a strong, capable, independent woman. It used to (and still does sometimes) make me feel really weak and pathetically needy.
Then, after many years and conversations with other fragile humans just like myself, I realized...we all have lonely times. That like many other complex emotions and situations, the symptom isn't always directly related to the obvious.
When I am lonely, it is not for a lack of love, that's for certain. It's usually something inside me that is off kilter, though I've never been able to quite pinpoint it 100%. The reasons probably change as I do, but I always seemed to have thought that there was some specific reason why I go through these phases where I feel this intense, immense overwhelming loneliness.
I'd dare say I actually have identified a plausible reason for this current round. In the past 3 months, I have had someone with me more often then I have not. I went through a period of such intense solitude from June of last year until around February/March of this year and then boom!!! I am spending time with my beloved friends and family in WA, to come home to my friends and mother who basically spent the better half of each and every week since I've been hurt (except for one full week) up until last Wednesday. A girl gets used to having someone around who loves her, who cars about her well being, who just enjoys her company. When you go from having all of that to having none of that and being left totally to your own devices, it makes sense that a girl might end up feeling a little lonely doesn't it?
At least now I am able to have the foresight to acknowledge what it might be, to take a breathe and try to work through it rather then go into this "woe is me" mania. To me it feels like progress, though it doesn't negate the feelings nor does it dissipate them, it only makes me feel a little less insane.
It also feels like progress that I am not running to some man, a wine bottle, a pack of cigarettes or the refrigerator to fill me up. To make it go away, this pain and vulnerability that loneliness carries with it. Hey hey, what do you know.....we DO evolve in a life time, even if it IS at a snails pace.
A glaring moment of clarity regarding my previous "outlets" for these feelings arrived when I was with Chance and felt more hopelessly alone then I had felt in over a decade. I knew then, that nothing outside of me could ever fill it up and if it did, it was only temporary and quite possibly even more detrimental to my health then my own insanity.
The baby steps of this work have helped me to see that as I face my life going from one extreme (pain, immobility, vulnerability, anxiety & fear) to something hopefully less tragically embarrassing (new rental property, job/education/family in order, body & mind closer to the girl we all know and love) I am feeling like I often do during transition and change: alone, apprehensive and very VERY anxious. This is the "norm" for me, though I can safely say, less and less so with time and experience.
Tentatively, I wonder if I am allowed to ask for more? To ask for the answers, even though I know they are going to hurt and probably point to something or someone I can already identify deeply embedded inside that I keep tiptoeing around all together. It's hard to deny that I DO want to share my life with people. My friends and family, my spiritual space, my mountains, a potential life partner, what I know is good and right out there. I realize that I must reach out when that is needed, that I need to put it out to the world that I AM needing love, support, friendship, companionship. I'm not shy about these things, but sometimes (I am learning) I DO need time to formulate what exactly it is that I am seeking before I put it out there. Perhaps that is part of what these seemingly lonely periods are about....my inner self needing to be "alone" figuratively and literally to process how I need to proceed, what it is I need or want to ask for, to put my efforts into.
Right now I don't know, but I have some direction. Some idea. This funk might be a real thing that I may face my whole life, but I ultimately know I am not alone. If nothing else, I know we all face these times at certain points in our existence. It must serve a purpose and it's up to me to work through it instead of fearing it and running from it. Time to get out those big girl panties again and ask my broccoli what's up?
I used to think there was something really wrong with me, why can't I be strong enough not to feel loneliness? I'm a strong, capable, independent woman. It used to (and still does sometimes) make me feel really weak and pathetically needy.
Then, after many years and conversations with other fragile humans just like myself, I realized...we all have lonely times. That like many other complex emotions and situations, the symptom isn't always directly related to the obvious.
When I am lonely, it is not for a lack of love, that's for certain. It's usually something inside me that is off kilter, though I've never been able to quite pinpoint it 100%. The reasons probably change as I do, but I always seemed to have thought that there was some specific reason why I go through these phases where I feel this intense, immense overwhelming loneliness.
I'd dare say I actually have identified a plausible reason for this current round. In the past 3 months, I have had someone with me more often then I have not. I went through a period of such intense solitude from June of last year until around February/March of this year and then boom!!! I am spending time with my beloved friends and family in WA, to come home to my friends and mother who basically spent the better half of each and every week since I've been hurt (except for one full week) up until last Wednesday. A girl gets used to having someone around who loves her, who cars about her well being, who just enjoys her company. When you go from having all of that to having none of that and being left totally to your own devices, it makes sense that a girl might end up feeling a little lonely doesn't it?
At least now I am able to have the foresight to acknowledge what it might be, to take a breathe and try to work through it rather then go into this "woe is me" mania. To me it feels like progress, though it doesn't negate the feelings nor does it dissipate them, it only makes me feel a little less insane.
It also feels like progress that I am not running to some man, a wine bottle, a pack of cigarettes or the refrigerator to fill me up. To make it go away, this pain and vulnerability that loneliness carries with it. Hey hey, what do you know.....we DO evolve in a life time, even if it IS at a snails pace.
A glaring moment of clarity regarding my previous "outlets" for these feelings arrived when I was with Chance and felt more hopelessly alone then I had felt in over a decade. I knew then, that nothing outside of me could ever fill it up and if it did, it was only temporary and quite possibly even more detrimental to my health then my own insanity.
The baby steps of this work have helped me to see that as I face my life going from one extreme (pain, immobility, vulnerability, anxiety & fear) to something hopefully less tragically embarrassing (new rental property, job/education/family in order, body & mind closer to the girl we all know and love) I am feeling like I often do during transition and change: alone, apprehensive and very VERY anxious. This is the "norm" for me, though I can safely say, less and less so with time and experience.
Tentatively, I wonder if I am allowed to ask for more? To ask for the answers, even though I know they are going to hurt and probably point to something or someone I can already identify deeply embedded inside that I keep tiptoeing around all together. It's hard to deny that I DO want to share my life with people. My friends and family, my spiritual space, my mountains, a potential life partner, what I know is good and right out there. I realize that I must reach out when that is needed, that I need to put it out to the world that I AM needing love, support, friendship, companionship. I'm not shy about these things, but sometimes (I am learning) I DO need time to formulate what exactly it is that I am seeking before I put it out there. Perhaps that is part of what these seemingly lonely periods are about....my inner self needing to be "alone" figuratively and literally to process how I need to proceed, what it is I need or want to ask for, to put my efforts into.
Right now I don't know, but I have some direction. Some idea. This funk might be a real thing that I may face my whole life, but I ultimately know I am not alone. If nothing else, I know we all face these times at certain points in our existence. It must serve a purpose and it's up to me to work through it instead of fearing it and running from it. Time to get out those big girl panties again and ask my broccoli what's up?
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Happy Birthday Max!
Wow, 16 huh kiddo? You've reached a milestone, that's for sure. I hope you like the cake and dinner, I had wanted to make this a big one for you. A big big big one. But such is life, circumstances do not allow for it right now. What matters is that I love you, that there is this huge network of people who love you and are proud of you. Hang in there kid, these next few years might be trying, but you'll get through it. Happy Happy Birthday Baby!
Monday, September 08, 2008
Monday's
It's rainy and chilly here today. Getting out of bed for physical therapy was harder then normal. Partly because this weather makes me want to snuggle up under the covers and sleep in late. Not to mention that physical therapy isn't what I look forward to in general....however, my session this morning was fantastic. It felt great, all that bending and stretching and massage. A girl could way to used to that sort of thing. My physical therapist said I am healing incredibly, I wonder if this is the standard line of doctors and physical therapists in my situation. But I don't think so, I believe them because in all reality, I've spent the past 2 months doing nothing but healing and focusing on myself. I can't help but think how I could've never healed up so well without not having to work AND all of the support from my friends and family. Truly, this entire experience (while difficult, painful and frustrating on some days) really couldn't have gone any better all things considered. It makes me think that perhaps my gift from this has been received well.
This weather also makes me really miss my peeps in the Pacific Northwest. I know, I know cliche cliche...what with the weather and all (which btw I hear from certain sources is a bit of a myth, that there is actual sun on alot of days in Seattle.) I woke up this morning with this awful ache for a Crystal hug (one of my favorite people ever to hug) and my Aunty MB's sparkly eyes, soothing nature and sweet sweet smile. A phone call will have to suffice with each of them for now I guess, I can't feel to greedy. After all, it was less then 3 months ago that I was visiting one of my favorite places ever, I love that city and I love Washington, in a perfect world I'd probably already be there. It would feel almost gluttonous in a way, to spend a lifetime surrounded by the people I love and reliving that time when Max and I were sitting with my Aunt on her beautiful farm. Visiting my amazing Grandparents in Anacortes. Watching whales, swinging my hips to the beat of parade. Gasping at what beautiful and cool people my cousins have grown into, wrapping my head around how my Uncle & Aunt live in that beautiful environment every day. And all the time I spent with Crystal, which while some of it was really hard for various reasons, I know now it was the universe getting involved on my behalf.
Kristen and I spent Saturday in her back yard surrounded by the environment she puts so much energy into creating. Flowers, plants, tiki torches, good music, animals every where and occasionally....a VERY good margaritas Which is funny because she doesn't drink often at all, but she knows how to make one (with a little coaching lol.) I sat there as it got dark, watching the moon over head pop out, Boo (the newest kitty) up on my lap purring up a storm, reminiscing with my best friend of 17 years and drinking a fahhhhbulous margarita and I thought "How could I ever leave this? How could I ever leave her? How would Max deal without Kristen & Bethany in our lives. OMG Bethany, how could I leave Bethany?" It would be kind of like leaving Max. The love I feel for Kristen is too complex to document. The ease in which we communicate. How we can read others moods, facial expressions, tone of voice & body language like it's almost second nature. There really isn't anyone else in my life that I share that with, it's almost like we've lived together for 17 years (which we have in a way we have off and on for years, we are never more than a few miles from each other.) I didn't grow up with a sibling, I don't really know what the experience is like but both of our mothers say we are a lot like sisters with each other. We seem closer then sisters to me, but since I don't know what that relationship is I am fine with putting that label on what our friendship is and call it good.
Bethany is a whole other issue. Our children are like "our" children, as in the collective sense. Kristen and Max are more close then Bethany and I on the surface. When Max was a young boy, he totally saw Kristen as another momma in a way, Bethany mostly saw me as draw on her mother's attention when she was a young girl, she was jealous of ANYONE that took away her mother's attention from the sweet princess Bethany :)
It's only been in recent years that Bethany has warmed up to me, as I knew she would. Her and I, we have a lot in common. I've never, ever once thought that the fact that Bethany and I share the same birthday was an accident. Ever. Bethany will talk my ear off for hours if we are in the right circumstances, we've shared secrets and she confided in me about a boyfriend pressuring her to have sex. We've talked about our dads and what it is to be the child of a single parent, she is after all, a girl and likes to talk. I usually take her out for a girls day with me on our birthdays, to get our nails done and if it's ok with her mom, hair cut and style. This year I'd like to take her to a sushi lunch down town. I think she'd greatly enjoy the experience.
Max and Bethany are teenagers now and don't really acknowledge one another, even though they once bathed together. I babysat them both for an entire summer when they were 2 and 2 1/2 and let me tell you, WHOA! They used run through the sprinklers in their underwear and locked Kristen and I out of the house together and threw toilet paper all of the house. There were scraped knee's and bloody noses and chicken pox and flu's. There were drama's where their respective fathers came back into their lives and then left again, only to return again in confusing ways. Kristen and I grew up together, and in a sense, we grew up a lot while OUR kids were growing up. They don't really talk about it much, but we know that they WILL remember the Halloween and birthday parties we went all out for, and ensured that the other was always in attendance. Or the countless Easters that Kristen and I would drain and dry out eggs and paint them by hand while the kids dyed their eggs (there was usually a little wine involved for moms and the kids being done with their dying and in bed by the time we were done with our eggs.) The Christmas's and Thanksgivings. Or the few times we tried to take them camping by ourselves when they were little and mostly they just fought the whole time and we decided after only 2 tries that camping with two 8 year olds was just not going to work out well. In short, Kristen and I have always shared the reality of being 2 very young, single mother's just trying to cut a path in a great big world. Our personal situations are very different, unique in and of themselves, but at the end of the day....talking about our kids, about our families, the people in our lives and the countless crazy ass experiences that come along with being a single mom never leave us short of conversation topic. We talk, pretty much every day even now. After all this time. And trust me, it's not like we always get along. Kristen is somewhat conservative, but not in the way you might think. She is a devoted, intensely traditionally maternal woman. She would tell you herself, that of the two of us, she is the introverted, shy and slightly more "old fashioned" in terms of family values and she quietly takes in the world and mulls it over intensely. Whereas, I am more the free spirited, let's talk about it openly, loving and affectionate in an open way and very, very direct with my child type of mother/person. We've questioned whether we are polar opposites often, but really, I don't think we are. We live our lives, independently of each other, but at the end of the day, reunite in a strange sort of synchronicity. We joke that we are the epitome of bringing out the best in each other, the respective ying to ones yang. And I'd say, even through a lot of the hiccups, that this is totally true.
There is much here besides Kristen and her family that draw me to Colorado, but I would tell you that I could leave most of it behind except for her and Bethany, ....and my mountains. Leaving Mary would be hard to, she is a life boat to me in a sense. And my mother. But I've lived a lot of different places, Colorado is where I've felt most at home. But, I have grown weary of Denver and the Metro Area and I think that Washington calls to me and, always has since the first day I stepped foot there when I was 12 years old. It's hard to deny that kind of calling, it's like this deep, core piece of me instinctively knows that if I end up there, I will have answered many questions. Part of it is the water, I've known that from the get go. Except, there is also the draw of the people that I love there. Some of them, I think, I should've been with all along and when Crystal & Dane moved there, it somehow made it all seem more real for me. I can't deny that there is this part of me that feels like I belong there. It's hard to pretend like it's not there, so much so that I often find myself feeling very sad that I am NOT there. I think it would be good for Max too, which he's totally down with. That's really a non issue, in case anyone is wondering why I am not factoring Max more into this conversation. Max would go with me, in a heart beat. I think he knows it too, it's in him too. Or maybe he feels it from me, I am not sure. Hard to say, but regardless.....
I really didn't mean to get on this topic, I actually had a whole other topic in mind for blogging today and I ended up spewing out all this emotion that I am feeling about being torn. Torn between Colorado, which feels like my past in some ways. A past that I am loyal to, a past I am grateful to. And what seems like often, my future. A future that I can't predict, but am somehow so strongly drawn to that I think about it pretty frequently. Like it almost, lives within me, quietly boding it's time until the right situation presents itself.
It's hard to choose between the loyalty to your past and the fear and excitement of a potentialally amazing, but unknown future.
This weather also makes me really miss my peeps in the Pacific Northwest. I know, I know cliche cliche...what with the weather and all (which btw I hear from certain sources is a bit of a myth, that there is actual sun on alot of days in Seattle.) I woke up this morning with this awful ache for a Crystal hug (one of my favorite people ever to hug) and my Aunty MB's sparkly eyes, soothing nature and sweet sweet smile. A phone call will have to suffice with each of them for now I guess, I can't feel to greedy. After all, it was less then 3 months ago that I was visiting one of my favorite places ever, I love that city and I love Washington, in a perfect world I'd probably already be there. It would feel almost gluttonous in a way, to spend a lifetime surrounded by the people I love and reliving that time when Max and I were sitting with my Aunt on her beautiful farm. Visiting my amazing Grandparents in Anacortes. Watching whales, swinging my hips to the beat of parade. Gasping at what beautiful and cool people my cousins have grown into, wrapping my head around how my Uncle & Aunt live in that beautiful environment every day. And all the time I spent with Crystal, which while some of it was really hard for various reasons, I know now it was the universe getting involved on my behalf.
Kristen and I spent Saturday in her back yard surrounded by the environment she puts so much energy into creating. Flowers, plants, tiki torches, good music, animals every where and occasionally....a VERY good margaritas Which is funny because she doesn't drink often at all, but she knows how to make one (with a little coaching lol.) I sat there as it got dark, watching the moon over head pop out, Boo (the newest kitty) up on my lap purring up a storm, reminiscing with my best friend of 17 years and drinking a fahhhhbulous margarita and I thought "How could I ever leave this? How could I ever leave her? How would Max deal without Kristen & Bethany in our lives. OMG Bethany, how could I leave Bethany?" It would be kind of like leaving Max. The love I feel for Kristen is too complex to document. The ease in which we communicate. How we can read others moods, facial expressions, tone of voice & body language like it's almost second nature. There really isn't anyone else in my life that I share that with, it's almost like we've lived together for 17 years (which we have in a way we have off and on for years, we are never more than a few miles from each other.) I didn't grow up with a sibling, I don't really know what the experience is like but both of our mothers say we are a lot like sisters with each other. We seem closer then sisters to me, but since I don't know what that relationship is I am fine with putting that label on what our friendship is and call it good.
Bethany is a whole other issue. Our children are like "our" children, as in the collective sense. Kristen and Max are more close then Bethany and I on the surface. When Max was a young boy, he totally saw Kristen as another momma in a way, Bethany mostly saw me as draw on her mother's attention when she was a young girl, she was jealous of ANYONE that took away her mother's attention from the sweet princess Bethany :)
It's only been in recent years that Bethany has warmed up to me, as I knew she would. Her and I, we have a lot in common. I've never, ever once thought that the fact that Bethany and I share the same birthday was an accident. Ever. Bethany will talk my ear off for hours if we are in the right circumstances, we've shared secrets and she confided in me about a boyfriend pressuring her to have sex. We've talked about our dads and what it is to be the child of a single parent, she is after all, a girl and likes to talk. I usually take her out for a girls day with me on our birthdays, to get our nails done and if it's ok with her mom, hair cut and style. This year I'd like to take her to a sushi lunch down town. I think she'd greatly enjoy the experience.
Max and Bethany are teenagers now and don't really acknowledge one another, even though they once bathed together. I babysat them both for an entire summer when they were 2 and 2 1/2 and let me tell you, WHOA! They used run through the sprinklers in their underwear and locked Kristen and I out of the house together and threw toilet paper all of the house. There were scraped knee's and bloody noses and chicken pox and flu's. There were drama's where their respective fathers came back into their lives and then left again, only to return again in confusing ways. Kristen and I grew up together, and in a sense, we grew up a lot while OUR kids were growing up. They don't really talk about it much, but we know that they WILL remember the Halloween and birthday parties we went all out for, and ensured that the other was always in attendance. Or the countless Easters that Kristen and I would drain and dry out eggs and paint them by hand while the kids dyed their eggs (there was usually a little wine involved for moms and the kids being done with their dying and in bed by the time we were done with our eggs.) The Christmas's and Thanksgivings. Or the few times we tried to take them camping by ourselves when they were little and mostly they just fought the whole time and we decided after only 2 tries that camping with two 8 year olds was just not going to work out well. In short, Kristen and I have always shared the reality of being 2 very young, single mother's just trying to cut a path in a great big world. Our personal situations are very different, unique in and of themselves, but at the end of the day....talking about our kids, about our families, the people in our lives and the countless crazy ass experiences that come along with being a single mom never leave us short of conversation topic. We talk, pretty much every day even now. After all this time. And trust me, it's not like we always get along. Kristen is somewhat conservative, but not in the way you might think. She is a devoted, intensely traditionally maternal woman. She would tell you herself, that of the two of us, she is the introverted, shy and slightly more "old fashioned" in terms of family values and she quietly takes in the world and mulls it over intensely. Whereas, I am more the free spirited, let's talk about it openly, loving and affectionate in an open way and very, very direct with my child type of mother/person. We've questioned whether we are polar opposites often, but really, I don't think we are. We live our lives, independently of each other, but at the end of the day, reunite in a strange sort of synchronicity. We joke that we are the epitome of bringing out the best in each other, the respective ying to ones yang. And I'd say, even through a lot of the hiccups, that this is totally true.
There is much here besides Kristen and her family that draw me to Colorado, but I would tell you that I could leave most of it behind except for her and Bethany, ....and my mountains. Leaving Mary would be hard to, she is a life boat to me in a sense. And my mother. But I've lived a lot of different places, Colorado is where I've felt most at home. But, I have grown weary of Denver and the Metro Area and I think that Washington calls to me and, always has since the first day I stepped foot there when I was 12 years old. It's hard to deny that kind of calling, it's like this deep, core piece of me instinctively knows that if I end up there, I will have answered many questions. Part of it is the water, I've known that from the get go. Except, there is also the draw of the people that I love there. Some of them, I think, I should've been with all along and when Crystal & Dane moved there, it somehow made it all seem more real for me. I can't deny that there is this part of me that feels like I belong there. It's hard to pretend like it's not there, so much so that I often find myself feeling very sad that I am NOT there. I think it would be good for Max too, which he's totally down with. That's really a non issue, in case anyone is wondering why I am not factoring Max more into this conversation. Max would go with me, in a heart beat. I think he knows it too, it's in him too. Or maybe he feels it from me, I am not sure. Hard to say, but regardless.....
I really didn't mean to get on this topic, I actually had a whole other topic in mind for blogging today and I ended up spewing out all this emotion that I am feeling about being torn. Torn between Colorado, which feels like my past in some ways. A past that I am loyal to, a past I am grateful to. And what seems like often, my future. A future that I can't predict, but am somehow so strongly drawn to that I think about it pretty frequently. Like it almost, lives within me, quietly boding it's time until the right situation presents itself.
It's hard to choose between the loyalty to your past and the fear and excitement of a potentialally amazing, but unknown future.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Worn Down
My visit with Matt went as well as can be expected. It is the most alert I've seen him in some time and he was able to conversate comfortably for a good hour or so. I miss him. I miss planning fun stuff with him and joking around on the phone. He has chemo on Monday, blech. I know it's horrible. I've seen what it does to people, how it takes them down a notch every time. Matty shaved his head in rebellion against his hair falling out, way to go yo! When it grows back, I think we should color it blue or purple or something. I am worried about his eyebrows this next chemo, I know loosing facial/body hair can be really traumatic for some patients. I sometimes wonder if anyone is talking to him about this stuff. If he knows anyone in his immediate, close circle who might be able to warn him about how food won't taste the same for a while, but it will taste good again. About how he can drink chamomile tea for the chills and the shaking or how massage is proven to be effective in over all treatment and does his insurance cover that? I mostly just wish I were more available to him, hopefully my availability will increase as my mobility does.
My son is rebelling. Sometimes I wish he'd just want to run out and pierce something or dye his hair purple and gel it into spikes. Or wear ratty clothes or wear eyeliner. Or listen to music that might be considered obnoxious by others. Or even have a bad attiude, but still manage his school work/life appropriately. These are things I could totally tolerate and probably even enjoy secretly. Because these are forms of rebellion that seem healthy to me, seem like what he SHOULD be doing. But not Max, nope. He really wants to act like I don't effect him, that I don't matter and neither does school or any other realm of responsibility that is applicable to his very young lif. Which is also fairly limited, I must often refrain from saying "When I was your age I had to raise an infant, work and deal with a man who beat the shit out of me." But obviously I don't, that's the immature selfish Sarah that wants to scream out in a rage at how he really can't seem to manage the simplest of things without being babysat. He is not taking this suspension at school at all seriously. Today he pushed me over the edge, you know....to that "I am so calm because if I am not calm I am going to loose it on you and then you'll really be shocked." phase. It's such a long story, I don't have the energy for it except to say this: Communicating with teen age boys is like talking to an arbitrary wall of hormonal confusion and ignorance. Quite possibley one of the most frustrating things on record.
My son is rebelling. Sometimes I wish he'd just want to run out and pierce something or dye his hair purple and gel it into spikes. Or wear ratty clothes or wear eyeliner. Or listen to music that might be considered obnoxious by others. Or even have a bad attiude, but still manage his school work/life appropriately. These are things I could totally tolerate and probably even enjoy secretly. Because these are forms of rebellion that seem healthy to me, seem like what he SHOULD be doing. But not Max, nope. He really wants to act like I don't effect him, that I don't matter and neither does school or any other realm of responsibility that is applicable to his very young lif. Which is also fairly limited, I must often refrain from saying "When I was your age I had to raise an infant, work and deal with a man who beat the shit out of me." But obviously I don't, that's the immature selfish Sarah that wants to scream out in a rage at how he really can't seem to manage the simplest of things without being babysat. He is not taking this suspension at school at all seriously. Today he pushed me over the edge, you know....to that "I am so calm because if I am not calm I am going to loose it on you and then you'll really be shocked." phase. It's such a long story, I don't have the energy for it except to say this: Communicating with teen age boys is like talking to an arbitrary wall of hormonal confusion and ignorance. Quite possibley one of the most frustrating things on record.
sigh.
I will admit to feeling the nudges of depression trying to worm it's way in on me. Right now, I am ignoring it. I really don't think I have the energy to battle it tonight and I know better then to try and predict it after the "right now" part. It could get worse or better in the coming days, it could be the change in seasons or the fact that I am stuck in the house mostly alone and when I am not alone I am being leered at by the one person in this world that I love so unconditionally I can hardly bare it some days. It could be that I am deeply concerned about a close friend whom I know is going through a difficult time herself. It could be that Max has worn me down to a nub of my former fairly patient self or that I can't stop thinking about Matt. Or hormones which peanut butter and chocolate would most certainly help my mood but not my ass, which I would REALLY like to avoid that getting any bigger than it already is.
I am eager to return to work, start driving myself around so I can be outside, living. Thriving. I am nervous about driving, but actually think the more I put weight on my foot the more it COULD be possible for me to drive sooner then I think. We'll see. I was on it a lot today and it doesn't even hurt or ache, yet. I've found that tends to happen when I lay down and try to fake myself into sleeping and by the way....a lot of people have asked....can you feel it in there? Does it feel weird....yes and yes. It feels like just what it is, an object that was once foreign to my body is now a part of my body and when you spend 32 years without something and suddenly it's there, it feels a little strange. I definitely don't go poking around it (cuz there's still that big ole nasty incision mark) I can sometimes feel it poking at me though when I lay on it a certain way at night. Poke poke poke. Not painful, just weird. Strangely enough, it doesn't hurt at all where the plate/screws are....it aches and bugs me every where else in that vicinity but there. Like my bones/tendons all around it are reacting to this new intruding thing. The body is a fascinating thing.
We'll see what the physical therapist says tomorrow.
Off for now kids, I am thinking of eating some peanut butter and honey. I figure if I do, that's ok. There are worse things.
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Time For An Update
I know that a lot of my friends and family are frustrated or concerned by my lack of communication in recent weeks and I will do my best to respond to emails and phone calls personally, but I also know it's time for me to update externally as only a blog allows.
These past few weeks have elicited a variety of emotional experiences and mental provocation. I am not really sure where to begin in terms of processing much of this, but I suppose as is standard Sarah behavior, I'll just jump in and tackle it one thing at a time while multi-tasking the rest.
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Matt:
Many of you know Matt or have heard me reference him conversation, blog or otherwise. Matt is one of my closest friends and all though the relationship between us has had it's bumpy moments, it's always been a friendship based on laughter and a unique bond that I've not shared with many other people.
In recent months, Matt has been battling a number of serious health problems including major surgery which involved the removal of a kidney and the tumor surrounding it and his adrenal gland. In the past two weeks his condition worsened significantly, then improved slightly only to worsen again. In the name of privacy, I won't go into to much detail but I can tell you that these are the times in life that you must be prepared for a middle of the night phone call at any time indicating that you need to get down to the hospital immediately. There have been many tears shed, night sat up worrying and a number of other questions, frustrations and concerns that arise when you are helplessly watching someone you love fight for his life.
I will see him Thursday, and do my best not to cry in front of him and put on my happiest Tree Fruit face and then come home and sob. This experience with Matt has prompted some deep thought about who I am and wondering if I am truly living my life's purpose. Not just because witnessing struggle of this kind triggers this naturally within us on the human level, but also because this isn't even close to the first time I've walked this mile, nor I suspect will it be the last. It cannot be. People get sick, get in car accidents, can't take any more and self destruct. And I can't help but feel that this life is teaching me about that brutality and how to manage it without loosing myself in the process. In my own voice, I can hear the words of someone how knows how to manage crisis, pain, suffering. Sometimes I wonder if I am to be doing more with that ability, giving back more? I don't know...
All I do know is that right now, this isn't about me, it's about Matt and supporting his friends and family to the best of my ability, which isn't at all easy because there is a certain amount of tension and conflict that naturally arises during these times because people want to be angry and blame and find distractions. It all feels to big.
In the meantime, I have started a campaign of intentional positive thought and love in Matt's direction. I believe in the power of love and asking for guidance and assistance.
Max:
Kids have impeccable timing. Seriously. There must be this internal radar that when it's time, the alarm is sounded and it's time to start acting out. Perhaps it's the "I am uncomfortable but I am not sure why so I am going to do something to get your attention so I know you are still here for me." alarm.
Or maybe it's the "Your not paying me the attention I think I am entitled to and therefore you are a sucky mom, so I think I'll do so something get your attention so I know you are still here for me." alarm.
Or, it could be simply be the "My hormones are raging and I don't know how I feel about a lot of things but I definitely know when I am not getting what I want so I'll act like a jerk until I DO get what I want, but you'd better still be there for me even if I act like I hate you." alarm.
All I know is that it is like clock work that this kid instinctively knows when I am juggling one too many balls and he loves to throw a bowling pin in there just to make it that much more interesting. I am kidding, I highly doubt it's intentional, but I do notice that when I am managing big stuff Max tends to act out. I think it's mostly that he feels my attention diverted otherwise. Max may be a 16 year old man-child, but there is no doubt in my mind that he still believes the entire world revolves around him and I think Max is far more sensitive to the reality of life then most kids his age, but he still wants most, if not ALL of my attention. Sometimes I think it's very lucky for him that he never had a sibling, other times I think if he HAD had a sibling, he'd likely be less needy.
Regardless of the reason WHY the kid acts out, he does and he did a doosey this time. School suspension for fighting. WOOOPSIES! Apparently some kid came up and tried to smoosh a piece of carrot cake in Max's face and Max went bollistic and punched the kid in the nose, complete with blood/black eye and all. Grrrrreeeeaaaaaaaat. Understand that we live in Jefferson County Colorado. We all know that what happened at Columbine was truly horrific and there is no doubt in my mind about why the school district made the choices that they made. There was no choice and what this means is that there is a ZERO tolerance policy toward violence amongst students, any forms of violence or threats and that leaves things like punching a kid in the nose totally out of the question. No matter WHAT, it's not an option unless you want to face the consequences. Argue all you want about the policy (and trust me, I've heard more than my share of reactions to Max's suspension from friends) but it is what it is. It IS the policy in no uncertain terms. Max knows that. ALL kids in this school district know that, it's not a big secret trust me. So, while I've heard the argument that maybe the kid deserved it (over a piece of cake? hrrrmmm, that is suspect to me but I am not a 16 year old boy with an image to uphold and raging hormones) or that this is ridiculous, that kids fight and so on and so forth the fact is that Max made a choice that will ultimately affect him a good portion of this school year. He is on suspension from the soccer team. That's a negative. He will get behind in school work and have to work twice as hard from the very get go of the year to catch up. Which, is exactly what Max DOES NOT need, I assure you. And finally, he now has a reputation which subjects him to more of this nonsense.
Don't even get me started on Max's totally smug attitude about the whole thing either. Acting as if he was completely entitled to pop some kid in the face and practically break the poor kids nose over a piece of freaking carrot cake. When I responded by grounding him for one week for each day he was suspended, he acted as if I was over reacting totally and like he didn't even give a shit at all. Basically challenging me, daring me to go any further with it. As soon as I saw that look on his face, I knew exactly what it was and decided to stop talking and let his actions and choices work themselves out and I stated terms of his discipline clearly and that was the end of it from me. By day 3 of being grounded, he was whinning about when he was going to have privileges back and acting as if I'd really gone to far this time. I told him we'd revisit the situation this coming Thursday, one week into the whole ordeal. Stomp stomp stomp slam goes the bedroom door.
Ahhhhh, the joys of motherhood. I wouldn't trade this kid for anything, he keeps it to interesting! Luckily, I am able to have slight sense of humor about the whole thing. I find myself giggling about it all in private. Why does mother nature make this whole teenager/parent experience so obtrusive and difficult for all parties? I will tell you this, I know I've grown as a parent significantly in the past several months. It's like Max and I went from mother and boy to mother and man-child in an instant. My accident and the circumstances surrounding it I know was part of that and the fact that he's also growing up, and I mean UP UP UP in the literal sense, but also he's becoming a man very quickly and I have no choice but to respond to that accordingly. It's strange that the more I see him becoming his own person, the more I see him making his choices knowing full well that now those choices will become more and more real, I feel less stressed out about managing it all and therefore, able to be more of a guiding force rather than the hard core disciplinarian. I feel much less of an urge to try and control it. Though, obviously I had to do SOMETHING about the whole school suspension, that's my job is to let him know when it's not ok. But, I sense a real shift in how I managed this situation now versus how I might have handled it a year ago. Kids, they are truly an indicator of progress on all levels. To bad we have to experiment on them to figure stuff out.
Broken Femurs & Ankle Aches
I am healing well, I can't complain at all other then that I am beginning to feel impatient with my progress. Right now, I am hobbling around and ever so slightly putting a little bit of weight on my boot. The boot makes it a little easier, but it's going to be a few more weeks before I am actually walking without the crutches. My leg looks alien from the knee down on the right side. Thin, a funky color/texture and it's hard to ignore the glaring 6 inch incision (that is still totally scabbed up) running vertically up and down my ankle. I long for the day when that incision is simply a shiny pink scar that will serve as a reminder of many things, too many to even list here.
One strange side effect of this whole situation are the dreams. Dreams of falling and breaking my left leg, the searing pain, the humiliation and fear. Dreams of my current injury never totally healing and walking around with a cast or a boot or an scabbed up incision for ever, complete with peoples stares and questioning glances. Dreams where my ankles roll up under me (like this one would often before the surgery) and me just acting like it's fine, don't worry. Dreams tell us so much about our fears and what's lying just underneath the surface. It's hard to ignore them, though sometimes I'd rather they weren't SO brutally honest. Damn them.
On this front, I just continue to plod along, slowly slowly slowly. But getting there, one day at a time.
Friendships, Relationships & The Transitions That Occur Within Them
There have been some fundamental shifts in both old and new friendships/relationships in recent months.
First and foremost, the change between my mother and I is noteworthy. She has been my rock through this experience, giving me the support and attention that only mothers can, especially during the first month or so after my surgery. This experience has bridged a gap between us and I am grateful for that. She really stepped up to the plate and frankly, surprised us all. It worked out for her as well, she has been in between jobs and it was summer time so getting down the mountain was a non issue. I also know that this was something she may have needed to do for her own sense of healing, the opportunity to mother me. It's been a long, long time since I've needed someone in such a basic way and while I think I've needed her before, this may have been the first time it was tangible to her. Or maybe it was the first she was able to do anything about it really.
However, I will say this....I am not at all used to this new interaction between us. I am not used to talking with her every day and I will say that I feel the need to let her know that I need a little space. I think I have sent that message and she is respecting it, which is great and appreciated. I can tell that we have yet another transition to explore between us based on the fact that my need is less intense now, that we now must begin developing a relationship around something besides my injury. I wondered the other day if that is really possible, but I am willing to take this as an opportunity to explore that possibility totally.
On another note, I had met someone of interest before leaving for Washington. We talked and texted basically through this whole situation, until after my surgery and then he would do nice things like bring dinner over and hang out and watch a movie with me. Or bring flowers, his guitar and just sit with me for the afternoon. He really has been very sweet to me and it's been nice to have a little adult male company while I've been sort of dealing with all this other big stuff in my life, it was nice to share that passion for music and talk about everything BUT this other big stuff in my life and his as well.
Then, suddenly the opportunity came up for him to move up to the mountains and work at a local ski resort for the winter until next spring when he's supposed to go back to school. I was really excited for him. I knew he was unhappy with his living situation in Denver (sloppy roommate who chain smokes, ew) and wasn't exactly thrilled with his job either as it was basically something to pay the bills until he's done with school. So, I was like DOOD what an amazing opportunity! He was excited too, but I would be lying if I said that both of us were like ummmm okay well I guess this changes things up a little in terms of our "hanging out." Neither of us are in any kind of hurry to get involved romantically, at least not heavily involved...but I know that we enjoyed one anothers company very much and have a tremendous amount in common. It was beginning to get hard to ignore the connection and the chemistry there, but I know we were both trying pretty hard to do so. I will admit, that tension was kind of fun :)
Anyway, obviously he decided to take the job. That really wasn't up for debate, though I know in my heart he struggled with it. Whether he should stay here and maybe get to know this girl more and see where it goes, or take a great job opportunity that ultimately benefits his long term quality of life. I did appreciate that he actually acknowledged that he was disappointed that life got in the way of a possibly budding relationship. I also appreciated that he is mature enough to know that there are times when you HAVE to do what is right for you. Certainly he and I are not on the level in which you would really agonize over such a decision, but I appreciate his thoughtfulness in at least acknowledging how he felt. He's got feelings, wow what a concept!
We agreed to stay in touch and he said he'd come down to visit when he could, but I am not counting on it. I generally find myself to be a little cynical about such things and I don't really know him well enough to predict one way or the other, but again, I appreciate the thought.
Actually, the bottom line is that I appreciate the experience very much. Just meeting someone that I have so much in common with, seeing that I can have a connection with a guy again without it feeling to scary or overwhelming. I am not ready to get out there and date again by any means, I have much to focus on in my life right now without the distraction of "love." But I won't deny that the afternoons and evenings I shared with this person were special and I greatly appreciate him for that, even if I never see him again. It reiterated to me that relationships change and transition, that people come in and out of your life always....and it's a good thing. I can never stop connecting with people, it's just not in who I am and I see no reason to deny it.
Which brings me to my final topic.....
Chance
Many new developments on this front have come to pass, none of which I will list because I no longer have the energy to rehash the detail. What I can tell you is that it is finally, over a year later, almost over. And while I will never, ever forget what I learned, I will some day forgive. Probably not anytime to soon though, my heart has not yet healed and I am comfortable giving it as much time as it needs to do so. I am in no rush, I know it will come with time. But finally, maybe it can be over. We will move by the end of the year, the bike is in the banks possession and I go to bankruptcy court in early October.
Buh bye Chance, I have not much more to say to you then Good Luck. Based on what I've seen these past weeks, you are going to need it.
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This feels like an adequate update. There is more, filing for bankruptcy is pretty damn stress full that's one thing I can tell you. But really, that's it. You don't need all the detail. It's not that interesting.
Other than these things, which as I detail them out seem as big as they've felt to me in the past month, I am reading a lot. I've missed books, how they encourage thought and emotion. I've always read at least a little each night on most nights, but lately, I've been reading whole books in a few days. Partly because I am still not sleeping well which gives adequate time for reading but also because I feel I have the actual energy to do so. Reading prompts thought on my end, to the extent that I often can't books down or must journal on what I am thinking/feeling immediately which then brings me into a whole other method of procesesing that can take hours upon hours. Plus, it keeps me out of the refridgerator. Which actually, you will all be pleased to know that I have managed not to put on any weight. Though, I FEEL flabby and bloated. I cringe at the amount of muscle tone I've probably lost during all this...but I am pleased that I have managed to mostly stay out of the fridge and peanut butter. I will tell you one thing I've learned for sure is that there IS a huge difference between actual hunger and emotional eating, not being able to perform a simple act like walking up or down the stairs to get into the peanut butter jar or have left overs from dinner makes this fact very real. For this, I am thankful. And since I burn very few calories right now, I am not hungry a lot. Thirsty, yes cuz it's summer in Colorado, but not hungry.
I should go. I am trying to cook simple meals each night now, though I still need a fair amount of help from Max. He might be a hormonal teenager, but I will tell you that he IS such a cool person. Which you all know anyway:)
Until next time, my love to you all.
xo
SLC
These past few weeks have elicited a variety of emotional experiences and mental provocation. I am not really sure where to begin in terms of processing much of this, but I suppose as is standard Sarah behavior, I'll just jump in and tackle it one thing at a time while multi-tasking the rest.
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Matt:
Many of you know Matt or have heard me reference him conversation, blog or otherwise. Matt is one of my closest friends and all though the relationship between us has had it's bumpy moments, it's always been a friendship based on laughter and a unique bond that I've not shared with many other people.
In recent months, Matt has been battling a number of serious health problems including major surgery which involved the removal of a kidney and the tumor surrounding it and his adrenal gland. In the past two weeks his condition worsened significantly, then improved slightly only to worsen again. In the name of privacy, I won't go into to much detail but I can tell you that these are the times in life that you must be prepared for a middle of the night phone call at any time indicating that you need to get down to the hospital immediately. There have been many tears shed, night sat up worrying and a number of other questions, frustrations and concerns that arise when you are helplessly watching someone you love fight for his life.
I will see him Thursday, and do my best not to cry in front of him and put on my happiest Tree Fruit face and then come home and sob. This experience with Matt has prompted some deep thought about who I am and wondering if I am truly living my life's purpose. Not just because witnessing struggle of this kind triggers this naturally within us on the human level, but also because this isn't even close to the first time I've walked this mile, nor I suspect will it be the last. It cannot be. People get sick, get in car accidents, can't take any more and self destruct. And I can't help but feel that this life is teaching me about that brutality and how to manage it without loosing myself in the process. In my own voice, I can hear the words of someone how knows how to manage crisis, pain, suffering. Sometimes I wonder if I am to be doing more with that ability, giving back more? I don't know...
All I do know is that right now, this isn't about me, it's about Matt and supporting his friends and family to the best of my ability, which isn't at all easy because there is a certain amount of tension and conflict that naturally arises during these times because people want to be angry and blame and find distractions. It all feels to big.
In the meantime, I have started a campaign of intentional positive thought and love in Matt's direction. I believe in the power of love and asking for guidance and assistance.
Max:
Kids have impeccable timing. Seriously. There must be this internal radar that when it's time, the alarm is sounded and it's time to start acting out. Perhaps it's the "I am uncomfortable but I am not sure why so I am going to do something to get your attention so I know you are still here for me." alarm.
Or maybe it's the "Your not paying me the attention I think I am entitled to and therefore you are a sucky mom, so I think I'll do so something get your attention so I know you are still here for me." alarm.
Or, it could be simply be the "My hormones are raging and I don't know how I feel about a lot of things but I definitely know when I am not getting what I want so I'll act like a jerk until I DO get what I want, but you'd better still be there for me even if I act like I hate you." alarm.
All I know is that it is like clock work that this kid instinctively knows when I am juggling one too many balls and he loves to throw a bowling pin in there just to make it that much more interesting. I am kidding, I highly doubt it's intentional, but I do notice that when I am managing big stuff Max tends to act out. I think it's mostly that he feels my attention diverted otherwise. Max may be a 16 year old man-child, but there is no doubt in my mind that he still believes the entire world revolves around him and I think Max is far more sensitive to the reality of life then most kids his age, but he still wants most, if not ALL of my attention. Sometimes I think it's very lucky for him that he never had a sibling, other times I think if he HAD had a sibling, he'd likely be less needy.
Regardless of the reason WHY the kid acts out, he does and he did a doosey this time. School suspension for fighting. WOOOPSIES! Apparently some kid came up and tried to smoosh a piece of carrot cake in Max's face and Max went bollistic and punched the kid in the nose, complete with blood/black eye and all. Grrrrreeeeaaaaaaaat. Understand that we live in Jefferson County Colorado. We all know that what happened at Columbine was truly horrific and there is no doubt in my mind about why the school district made the choices that they made. There was no choice and what this means is that there is a ZERO tolerance policy toward violence amongst students, any forms of violence or threats and that leaves things like punching a kid in the nose totally out of the question. No matter WHAT, it's not an option unless you want to face the consequences. Argue all you want about the policy (and trust me, I've heard more than my share of reactions to Max's suspension from friends) but it is what it is. It IS the policy in no uncertain terms. Max knows that. ALL kids in this school district know that, it's not a big secret trust me. So, while I've heard the argument that maybe the kid deserved it (over a piece of cake? hrrrmmm, that is suspect to me but I am not a 16 year old boy with an image to uphold and raging hormones) or that this is ridiculous, that kids fight and so on and so forth the fact is that Max made a choice that will ultimately affect him a good portion of this school year. He is on suspension from the soccer team. That's a negative. He will get behind in school work and have to work twice as hard from the very get go of the year to catch up. Which, is exactly what Max DOES NOT need, I assure you. And finally, he now has a reputation which subjects him to more of this nonsense.
Don't even get me started on Max's totally smug attitude about the whole thing either. Acting as if he was completely entitled to pop some kid in the face and practically break the poor kids nose over a piece of freaking carrot cake. When I responded by grounding him for one week for each day he was suspended, he acted as if I was over reacting totally and like he didn't even give a shit at all. Basically challenging me, daring me to go any further with it. As soon as I saw that look on his face, I knew exactly what it was and decided to stop talking and let his actions and choices work themselves out and I stated terms of his discipline clearly and that was the end of it from me. By day 3 of being grounded, he was whinning about when he was going to have privileges back and acting as if I'd really gone to far this time. I told him we'd revisit the situation this coming Thursday, one week into the whole ordeal. Stomp stomp stomp slam goes the bedroom door.
Ahhhhh, the joys of motherhood. I wouldn't trade this kid for anything, he keeps it to interesting! Luckily, I am able to have slight sense of humor about the whole thing. I find myself giggling about it all in private. Why does mother nature make this whole teenager/parent experience so obtrusive and difficult for all parties? I will tell you this, I know I've grown as a parent significantly in the past several months. It's like Max and I went from mother and boy to mother and man-child in an instant. My accident and the circumstances surrounding it I know was part of that and the fact that he's also growing up, and I mean UP UP UP in the literal sense, but also he's becoming a man very quickly and I have no choice but to respond to that accordingly. It's strange that the more I see him becoming his own person, the more I see him making his choices knowing full well that now those choices will become more and more real, I feel less stressed out about managing it all and therefore, able to be more of a guiding force rather than the hard core disciplinarian. I feel much less of an urge to try and control it. Though, obviously I had to do SOMETHING about the whole school suspension, that's my job is to let him know when it's not ok. But, I sense a real shift in how I managed this situation now versus how I might have handled it a year ago. Kids, they are truly an indicator of progress on all levels. To bad we have to experiment on them to figure stuff out.
Broken Femurs & Ankle Aches
I am healing well, I can't complain at all other then that I am beginning to feel impatient with my progress. Right now, I am hobbling around and ever so slightly putting a little bit of weight on my boot. The boot makes it a little easier, but it's going to be a few more weeks before I am actually walking without the crutches. My leg looks alien from the knee down on the right side. Thin, a funky color/texture and it's hard to ignore the glaring 6 inch incision (that is still totally scabbed up) running vertically up and down my ankle. I long for the day when that incision is simply a shiny pink scar that will serve as a reminder of many things, too many to even list here.
One strange side effect of this whole situation are the dreams. Dreams of falling and breaking my left leg, the searing pain, the humiliation and fear. Dreams of my current injury never totally healing and walking around with a cast or a boot or an scabbed up incision for ever, complete with peoples stares and questioning glances. Dreams where my ankles roll up under me (like this one would often before the surgery) and me just acting like it's fine, don't worry. Dreams tell us so much about our fears and what's lying just underneath the surface. It's hard to ignore them, though sometimes I'd rather they weren't SO brutally honest. Damn them.
On this front, I just continue to plod along, slowly slowly slowly. But getting there, one day at a time.
Friendships, Relationships & The Transitions That Occur Within Them
There have been some fundamental shifts in both old and new friendships/relationships in recent months.
First and foremost, the change between my mother and I is noteworthy. She has been my rock through this experience, giving me the support and attention that only mothers can, especially during the first month or so after my surgery. This experience has bridged a gap between us and I am grateful for that. She really stepped up to the plate and frankly, surprised us all. It worked out for her as well, she has been in between jobs and it was summer time so getting down the mountain was a non issue. I also know that this was something she may have needed to do for her own sense of healing, the opportunity to mother me. It's been a long, long time since I've needed someone in such a basic way and while I think I've needed her before, this may have been the first time it was tangible to her. Or maybe it was the first she was able to do anything about it really.
However, I will say this....I am not at all used to this new interaction between us. I am not used to talking with her every day and I will say that I feel the need to let her know that I need a little space. I think I have sent that message and she is respecting it, which is great and appreciated. I can tell that we have yet another transition to explore between us based on the fact that my need is less intense now, that we now must begin developing a relationship around something besides my injury. I wondered the other day if that is really possible, but I am willing to take this as an opportunity to explore that possibility totally.
On another note, I had met someone of interest before leaving for Washington. We talked and texted basically through this whole situation, until after my surgery and then he would do nice things like bring dinner over and hang out and watch a movie with me. Or bring flowers, his guitar and just sit with me for the afternoon. He really has been very sweet to me and it's been nice to have a little adult male company while I've been sort of dealing with all this other big stuff in my life, it was nice to share that passion for music and talk about everything BUT this other big stuff in my life and his as well.
Then, suddenly the opportunity came up for him to move up to the mountains and work at a local ski resort for the winter until next spring when he's supposed to go back to school. I was really excited for him. I knew he was unhappy with his living situation in Denver (sloppy roommate who chain smokes, ew) and wasn't exactly thrilled with his job either as it was basically something to pay the bills until he's done with school. So, I was like DOOD what an amazing opportunity! He was excited too, but I would be lying if I said that both of us were like ummmm okay well I guess this changes things up a little in terms of our "hanging out." Neither of us are in any kind of hurry to get involved romantically, at least not heavily involved...but I know that we enjoyed one anothers company very much and have a tremendous amount in common. It was beginning to get hard to ignore the connection and the chemistry there, but I know we were both trying pretty hard to do so. I will admit, that tension was kind of fun :)
Anyway, obviously he decided to take the job. That really wasn't up for debate, though I know in my heart he struggled with it. Whether he should stay here and maybe get to know this girl more and see where it goes, or take a great job opportunity that ultimately benefits his long term quality of life. I did appreciate that he actually acknowledged that he was disappointed that life got in the way of a possibly budding relationship. I also appreciated that he is mature enough to know that there are times when you HAVE to do what is right for you. Certainly he and I are not on the level in which you would really agonize over such a decision, but I appreciate his thoughtfulness in at least acknowledging how he felt. He's got feelings, wow what a concept!
We agreed to stay in touch and he said he'd come down to visit when he could, but I am not counting on it. I generally find myself to be a little cynical about such things and I don't really know him well enough to predict one way or the other, but again, I appreciate the thought.
Actually, the bottom line is that I appreciate the experience very much. Just meeting someone that I have so much in common with, seeing that I can have a connection with a guy again without it feeling to scary or overwhelming. I am not ready to get out there and date again by any means, I have much to focus on in my life right now without the distraction of "love." But I won't deny that the afternoons and evenings I shared with this person were special and I greatly appreciate him for that, even if I never see him again. It reiterated to me that relationships change and transition, that people come in and out of your life always....and it's a good thing. I can never stop connecting with people, it's just not in who I am and I see no reason to deny it.
Which brings me to my final topic.....
Chance
Many new developments on this front have come to pass, none of which I will list because I no longer have the energy to rehash the detail. What I can tell you is that it is finally, over a year later, almost over. And while I will never, ever forget what I learned, I will some day forgive. Probably not anytime to soon though, my heart has not yet healed and I am comfortable giving it as much time as it needs to do so. I am in no rush, I know it will come with time. But finally, maybe it can be over. We will move by the end of the year, the bike is in the banks possession and I go to bankruptcy court in early October.
Buh bye Chance, I have not much more to say to you then Good Luck. Based on what I've seen these past weeks, you are going to need it.
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This feels like an adequate update. There is more, filing for bankruptcy is pretty damn stress full that's one thing I can tell you. But really, that's it. You don't need all the detail. It's not that interesting.
Other than these things, which as I detail them out seem as big as they've felt to me in the past month, I am reading a lot. I've missed books, how they encourage thought and emotion. I've always read at least a little each night on most nights, but lately, I've been reading whole books in a few days. Partly because I am still not sleeping well which gives adequate time for reading but also because I feel I have the actual energy to do so. Reading prompts thought on my end, to the extent that I often can't books down or must journal on what I am thinking/feeling immediately which then brings me into a whole other method of procesesing that can take hours upon hours. Plus, it keeps me out of the refridgerator. Which actually, you will all be pleased to know that I have managed not to put on any weight. Though, I FEEL flabby and bloated. I cringe at the amount of muscle tone I've probably lost during all this...but I am pleased that I have managed to mostly stay out of the fridge and peanut butter. I will tell you one thing I've learned for sure is that there IS a huge difference between actual hunger and emotional eating, not being able to perform a simple act like walking up or down the stairs to get into the peanut butter jar or have left overs from dinner makes this fact very real. For this, I am thankful. And since I burn very few calories right now, I am not hungry a lot. Thirsty, yes cuz it's summer in Colorado, but not hungry.
I should go. I am trying to cook simple meals each night now, though I still need a fair amount of help from Max. He might be a hormonal teenager, but I will tell you that he IS such a cool person. Which you all know anyway:)
Until next time, my love to you all.
xo
SLC
Monday, August 25, 2008
Michelle
I live in Colorado right now, it's the era of DNC. It's big news around here, you'd think you'd landed in Donkey Land. Which is ironic cuz Bronco's Haters call the Bronco's the Donkey's...but anyway.....
Michelle Obama's speech tonight rocked my world. She got up there, said what she needed to say and stood tall for her man and what she believes in. I almost cried (I am strangely void of emotion in recent months, perhaps I've cried out all my tears finally?) and made Max watch it, cuz it's a monumental time in our culture.
She was amazing, plain and simple. I would be honored to have her as our first lady, because in spite of what many people might say about my politics, I DO love this country and I DO appreciate all the sacrifice that has occurred in order for me to live as a young, single mother with an education and a great job in this culture. Yes, it could be better....but that's what life is, there's always room for improvement.
Well done, I salute you girl!
Michelle Obama's speech tonight rocked my world. She got up there, said what she needed to say and stood tall for her man and what she believes in. I almost cried (I am strangely void of emotion in recent months, perhaps I've cried out all my tears finally?) and made Max watch it, cuz it's a monumental time in our culture.
She was amazing, plain and simple. I would be honored to have her as our first lady, because in spite of what many people might say about my politics, I DO love this country and I DO appreciate all the sacrifice that has occurred in order for me to live as a young, single mother with an education and a great job in this culture. Yes, it could be better....but that's what life is, there's always room for improvement.
Well done, I salute you girl!
Meme ( as borrowed from Crystal)
Every day, I would like to:
1. Practice greatfullness, compassion & kindess.
2. Hug & Kiss my baby boy.
3. Excercise (preferrabley outside.)
4. Laugh
Every week, I would like to:
1. Visit with friends & family.
2. Nap in the middle of the afternoon.
3. Get to the mountains, ocean or other things nature.
4. Write at least 3 x's in my blogg, journal, poetry/short stories.
In three months, I would like to:
1. Have settled into a manageable and reasonable excercise regime to keep improving the health and strength of my body.
2. See Matt get out of the hospital.
3. Have found the perfect place to move to.
4. Give my attention and efforts to those in my life who need me.
Before next year, I would like to:
1. Loose 20 lbs and attended all physical therapy sessions.
2. Obtain my Microsoft Certification (.Net Developer.)
3. Begin rebuilding my life financially.
4. Get my ass to Red Rocks for a concert, it's been too long!
In two to five years, I would like to:
1. Begin helping Max look at life after high school.
2. Begin setting goals for myself after Max is out of high school.
3. Go on vacation outside of Colorado.
4. Committ to my next tattoo and begin that work.
Before I die, I would like to:
1. Fall in love again and possibley consider marriage.
2. Travel out of the country.
3. Visit my father's grave.
4. Work with homeless/battered women and children.
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Eight Things: A Meme
8 things I am passionate about:
- Tolerance
- Compassion
- Kindness
- Love
- The Pursuit Of Knowledge
- Animals
- Children
- World Peace
8 books I've read and enjoyed:
- The Tao Te Ching (Many versions)
- Eat, Pray, Love
- This Much I Know Is True
- The Prophet
- The Time Traveler's Wife
- Blue Shoes
- When The Messenger Is Hot
- The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
8 words/phrases that I say often:
- DOOD!
- It is what it is.
- Max or Max James!
- Gaia, you are a BAD KITTY! That's MY potpie, bad Mr. Kitty!
- Wow
- Yes
- Thank You
- Please
8 things I want to do before I die:
- Travel all over the world.
- Work/volunteer with animals.
- Have completed a quarter sleeve on my right arm.
- See my son find love and marry.
- See my grandchildren into the world.
- Have found forgiveness.
- Learn to ride a motorcycle.
- Go back to school.
8 things I've learned in my life:
- Change is the only consistent permanent.
- The people you love in life can be gone in an instant.
- Joy can be found in every day, even on the ones that don't feel so joyous.
- Time does heal, slowly but surely.
- Karma is a real thing and it doesn't mess around.
- Love isn't someting I can ever stop doing.
- Grab opportunities as they present themselves, even if you feel unsure of it.
- Trusting until you are given a reason not to isn't something I can ever give up on, but if you are given a reason not to, stop the trust, be done with it and move on.
8 places I want to see:
- New Zealand
- Rome
- New York
- India
- The Carribean
- Jamaica Mon
- Can Cun
- Brazil
8 things I currently want/need:
- For Matt to get stabilized
- Restful Sleep (sleeping w/a cast sucks)
- To get back to work
- To loose 20 lbs
- For Max to understand the basic importance of feeding the cats
- Someone to come help clean my house
- To be able to drive
- Sunlight
1. Practice greatfullness, compassion & kindess.
2. Hug & Kiss my baby boy.
3. Excercise (preferrabley outside.)
4. Laugh
Every week, I would like to:
1. Visit with friends & family.
2. Nap in the middle of the afternoon.
3. Get to the mountains, ocean or other things nature.
4. Write at least 3 x's in my blogg, journal, poetry/short stories.
In three months, I would like to:
1. Have settled into a manageable and reasonable excercise regime to keep improving the health and strength of my body.
2. See Matt get out of the hospital.
3. Have found the perfect place to move to.
4. Give my attention and efforts to those in my life who need me.
Before next year, I would like to:
1. Loose 20 lbs and attended all physical therapy sessions.
2. Obtain my Microsoft Certification (.Net Developer.)
3. Begin rebuilding my life financially.
4. Get my ass to Red Rocks for a concert, it's been too long!
In two to five years, I would like to:
1. Begin helping Max look at life after high school.
2. Begin setting goals for myself after Max is out of high school.
3. Go on vacation outside of Colorado.
4. Committ to my next tattoo and begin that work.
Before I die, I would like to:
1. Fall in love again and possibley consider marriage.
2. Travel out of the country.
3. Visit my father's grave.
4. Work with homeless/battered women and children.
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Eight Things: A Meme
8 things I am passionate about:
- Tolerance
- Compassion
- Kindness
- Love
- The Pursuit Of Knowledge
- Animals
- Children
- World Peace
8 books I've read and enjoyed:
- The Tao Te Ching (Many versions)
- Eat, Pray, Love
- This Much I Know Is True
- The Prophet
- The Time Traveler's Wife
- Blue Shoes
- When The Messenger Is Hot
- The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
8 words/phrases that I say often:
- DOOD!
- It is what it is.
- Max or Max James!
- Gaia, you are a BAD KITTY! That's MY potpie, bad Mr. Kitty!
- Wow
- Yes
- Thank You
- Please
8 things I want to do before I die:
- Travel all over the world.
- Work/volunteer with animals.
- Have completed a quarter sleeve on my right arm.
- See my son find love and marry.
- See my grandchildren into the world.
- Have found forgiveness.
- Learn to ride a motorcycle.
- Go back to school.
8 things I've learned in my life:
- Change is the only consistent permanent.
- The people you love in life can be gone in an instant.
- Joy can be found in every day, even on the ones that don't feel so joyous.
- Time does heal, slowly but surely.
- Karma is a real thing and it doesn't mess around.
- Love isn't someting I can ever stop doing.
- Grab opportunities as they present themselves, even if you feel unsure of it.
- Trusting until you are given a reason not to isn't something I can ever give up on, but if you are given a reason not to, stop the trust, be done with it and move on.
8 places I want to see:
- New Zealand
- Rome
- New York
- India
- The Carribean
- Jamaica Mon
- Can Cun
- Brazil
8 things I currently want/need:
- For Matt to get stabilized
- Restful Sleep (sleeping w/a cast sucks)
- To get back to work
- To loose 20 lbs
- For Max to understand the basic importance of feeding the cats
- Someone to come help clean my house
- To be able to drive
- Sunlight
Monday, August 18, 2008
How to not take things personally.....
My son had an assignment for school in which he was to prepare a "Me-Bag." This bag was to represent, amongst many other things, his favorite music, activities, experiences and people. He choose pictures, items from his room, songs from his iPod and so on to do so. He do a fairly thorough job and I was pleased with the effort he took in doing this assignment.
Except, that I couldn't help but notice that Max basically FILLED his entire photo album with pictures of his Dad and his Dad's family.
HUH? WTF?
Ok ok, so I shouldn't take this personally. Max has the right to feel how he feels about his Dad and his Dad's family, however delusional (doh, that wasn't very nice was it?) Alot of his memories of them are very "fun" memories in that they only get to DO the FUN stuff with Max, like take him on vacations to Florida and spend the money they make on buying him toys and gadgets and other things instead of things like you know, food and making sure he has health insurance. They are grandparents, that's what they get to do! Lucky lucky. I realize that, I get it. But it's hard to deny that it hurt me that there was not a single picture of me or my family in that album. Not a SINGLE one.
UM, HELLO!
It's no secret that Max basically can't stand me half the time right now. I represent all that is fundmentally obnoxious in his world right now. Responsibility, accountability and the glaring truth that this little family we've created may be minus the "traditional" aspects of a family, but that we still love each other and stick by each other no matter what and that sometimes means that I screw up to. Clearly, I am not the picture of perfection. That's fair. Totally.
BUT.....
Not even one photo of the several hundred of he and I? I'm like okay so the last almost 17 years (I have to count the time I was actually pregnant with the boy becuase that was pretty intense too) have little relevance in the mind of a self-absorbed teenager when he's discussing the most notable moments of his life thus far with his classmates.
So how does a mom NOT take that personally?
Except, that I couldn't help but notice that Max basically FILLED his entire photo album with pictures of his Dad and his Dad's family.
HUH? WTF?
Ok ok, so I shouldn't take this personally. Max has the right to feel how he feels about his Dad and his Dad's family, however delusional (doh, that wasn't very nice was it?) Alot of his memories of them are very "fun" memories in that they only get to DO the FUN stuff with Max, like take him on vacations to Florida and spend the money they make on buying him toys and gadgets and other things instead of things like you know, food and making sure he has health insurance. They are grandparents, that's what they get to do! Lucky lucky. I realize that, I get it. But it's hard to deny that it hurt me that there was not a single picture of me or my family in that album. Not a SINGLE one.
UM, HELLO!
It's no secret that Max basically can't stand me half the time right now. I represent all that is fundmentally obnoxious in his world right now. Responsibility, accountability and the glaring truth that this little family we've created may be minus the "traditional" aspects of a family, but that we still love each other and stick by each other no matter what and that sometimes means that I screw up to. Clearly, I am not the picture of perfection. That's fair. Totally.
BUT.....
Not even one photo of the several hundred of he and I? I'm like okay so the last almost 17 years (I have to count the time I was actually pregnant with the boy becuase that was pretty intense too) have little relevance in the mind of a self-absorbed teenager when he's discussing the most notable moments of his life thus far with his classmates.
So how does a mom NOT take that personally?
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Why I Love Colorado.....
Snow in summer.
Yes folks, they are forecasting SNOW on Friday & Saturday, even though it is 90 degree's today, we are supposedly going to see thunder snow this weekend which is quite the event if you've never experienced it. It's sort of eery actually, because snow has this isolating effect for me and then there's this ominous booming from up above from no obvious source....it's sort of disorienting. BUT very cool and I enjoy it in all it's disorienting glory.
Very cool and this, is Why I *Heart* Colorado. It's about as back assward as I am:)
Yes folks, they are forecasting SNOW on Friday & Saturday, even though it is 90 degree's today, we are supposedly going to see thunder snow this weekend which is quite the event if you've never experienced it. It's sort of eery actually, because snow has this isolating effect for me and then there's this ominous booming from up above from no obvious source....it's sort of disorienting. BUT very cool and I enjoy it in all it's disorienting glory.
Very cool and this, is Why I *Heart* Colorado. It's about as back assward as I am:)
Monday, August 11, 2008
Forgiveness
I am not sleeping well, so I am doing a lot of reading. Staying up until all hours of the night reading and I'll tell you, reading until 3 AM can have a strong affect on ones mental state. Life already feels pretty dream like as it is, so all this "input" until the wee hours of the night can do a number on a girl.
On my mind lately is forgiveness. Last night I had this moment that was so painfully clear I can hardly believe it took me THIS long to let it come to the forfront:
Forgivness may be the only way for me to ever fully find happiness and clarity within. I've always forgiven on the premis that it is just what is the right thing to do, I honestly am not sure I've spent any real time thinking of the ultimate implications for how forgiving others affects me. To some degree yes, but last night's moment was definately one of "this just might be it girl, keep digging that direction!"
I love those moments, it's part of what makes me feel alive.
On my mind lately is forgiveness. Last night I had this moment that was so painfully clear I can hardly believe it took me THIS long to let it come to the forfront:
Forgivness may be the only way for me to ever fully find happiness and clarity within. I've always forgiven on the premis that it is just what is the right thing to do, I honestly am not sure I've spent any real time thinking of the ultimate implications for how forgiving others affects me. To some degree yes, but last night's moment was definately one of "this just might be it girl, keep digging that direction!"
I love those moments, it's part of what makes me feel alive.
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Communication
I've recently ran into some minor communication blunders that have puzzled me. I consider myself a fairly capable communicator. I am comfortable communicating on large social levels as well as in one on one scenarios. I enjoy interactions with others a great deal and because part of my personality is so clearly extroverted, I enjoy (at times) processing externally and/or having interactions with others in which they are processing or problem solving with me externally.
However, there was a time in my life, where I felt I spent almost to much time explaining myself. Defending what I meant by this comment or that look so as to avoid confusions with others. I would find myself apologizing and feeling really guilty, wondering if someone had misunderstood me and as a result would have hurt feelings or end up disliking me in some manner.
Through the years, I've felt less inclined to do so. Partly, I believe, because age and experience has provided me with more confidence and I find myself putting MUCH less energy into what others think of me. Time has given me some room to observe others and myself both socially and interpersonally and I have learned to be less concerned about how my communications may be perceived by others as I guess I just generally believe that others will know my intentions are not ill intended or otherwise contain hidden messages of any kind.
However, I am finding out that like all things, there is sort of a balance of the two extremes. How does one articulate confidently, efficiently and effectively without somehow miscommunicating the intended message? I recongize that there are many other factors to consider: Body language, tone of voice, etc...I am wondering if that is where I need to focus my efforts more lately? Or, perhaps I've just gotten lazy and simply assumed that others are going to KNOW what I mean by my messages.
All I know, is that in as many time weeks I've had at least 3 or 4 communications that somehow went awry and I managed to upset, catch off guard or otherwise peeve good friends off without my even knowing I'd done so.
Maybe all the alone time is turning me into a crazy cat lady, one who's loosing touch with her human counterparts. Soon I'll be all like "Meow meow,meow mowoooww?"
:)
However, there was a time in my life, where I felt I spent almost to much time explaining myself. Defending what I meant by this comment or that look so as to avoid confusions with others. I would find myself apologizing and feeling really guilty, wondering if someone had misunderstood me and as a result would have hurt feelings or end up disliking me in some manner.
Through the years, I've felt less inclined to do so. Partly, I believe, because age and experience has provided me with more confidence and I find myself putting MUCH less energy into what others think of me. Time has given me some room to observe others and myself both socially and interpersonally and I have learned to be less concerned about how my communications may be perceived by others as I guess I just generally believe that others will know my intentions are not ill intended or otherwise contain hidden messages of any kind.
However, I am finding out that like all things, there is sort of a balance of the two extremes. How does one articulate confidently, efficiently and effectively without somehow miscommunicating the intended message? I recongize that there are many other factors to consider: Body language, tone of voice, etc...I am wondering if that is where I need to focus my efforts more lately? Or, perhaps I've just gotten lazy and simply assumed that others are going to KNOW what I mean by my messages.
All I know, is that in as many time weeks I've had at least 3 or 4 communications that somehow went awry and I managed to upset, catch off guard or otherwise peeve good friends off without my even knowing I'd done so.
Maybe all the alone time is turning me into a crazy cat lady, one who's loosing touch with her human counterparts. Soon I'll be all like "Meow meow,meow mowoooww?"
:)
Thursday, July 31, 2008
2 Weeks
2 weeks since the surgery, all is going well. YAY Me.
Mom went home today, she has been such a blessing, we'll sure miss her.
More soon, just wanted to let everyone know I'm doing ok. I'm a little achy and, but otherwise good.
Mom went home today, she has been such a blessing, we'll sure miss her.
More soon, just wanted to let everyone know I'm doing ok. I'm a little achy and, but otherwise good.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
How you could even have the balls to look at me and laugh today in Safeway is beyond me. How can YOU laugh at ME? How can you laugh at MY suffering, when so much of is a result of your actions, how can you not see that?
After everything you've done. You've stolen from, cheated, lied, conned and otherwise disrespected me and my entire family. I am sure you've still managed some how to rationalize it in your mind. Cuz you know, you are SUCH a good guy. You are so sound in the karmic sense? You are a good man, a kind man, a compassionate man? Humble and worshipping of the feminne divine, full of integrity and a martry of peace?
I am sure you are still, to this day after having stolen SO much from me, almost everything some might say....are still quite full of your self, still so sure of what kind of man you are, when in fact, you are nothing more than a child.
You make me sick. You aren't even man enough to face me, my son, any of my family. Coward. Narcassistic, self-absorbed slime. To say that I dislike you is an understatement but I can't ever hate you, not really, because it goes against what I believe in. I won't propegate the hate of this world, not on your sorry ass. Your not even worth it.
Besides, I would first have to hate myself for falling for your lies and manipulation and I can never do that. I've already lost enough, I won't loose what's left of my self worth.
Today you may have sealed your fate with the Universe. I keep trying to keep the faith, trying to remember that you will some day reap what you've sown. Right now, it sometimes feels like I am the only one suffering for this mess we made together. I try to remember that someday this will all be over, I even have days where I almost feel sorry for you because you really are screwed on the macro level. You can't do something so horrendous to another person and not have it come back to you, you just can't. At least I hope not, otherwise everything I've always believed in is a lie. You can keep passing it off like it's nothing, denying it. But it will come back to you. I hope that I am already paying for my mistakes and that I can just move on with my life.
I don't have anything else to say right now, I am still shocked that you would be so cruel as to laugh at me while I'm in this condition. You really are scum.
After everything you've done. You've stolen from, cheated, lied, conned and otherwise disrespected me and my entire family. I am sure you've still managed some how to rationalize it in your mind. Cuz you know, you are SUCH a good guy. You are so sound in the karmic sense? You are a good man, a kind man, a compassionate man? Humble and worshipping of the feminne divine, full of integrity and a martry of peace?
I am sure you are still, to this day after having stolen SO much from me, almost everything some might say....are still quite full of your self, still so sure of what kind of man you are, when in fact, you are nothing more than a child.
You make me sick. You aren't even man enough to face me, my son, any of my family. Coward. Narcassistic, self-absorbed slime. To say that I dislike you is an understatement but I can't ever hate you, not really, because it goes against what I believe in. I won't propegate the hate of this world, not on your sorry ass. Your not even worth it.
Besides, I would first have to hate myself for falling for your lies and manipulation and I can never do that. I've already lost enough, I won't loose what's left of my self worth.
Today you may have sealed your fate with the Universe. I keep trying to keep the faith, trying to remember that you will some day reap what you've sown. Right now, it sometimes feels like I am the only one suffering for this mess we made together. I try to remember that someday this will all be over, I even have days where I almost feel sorry for you because you really are screwed on the macro level. You can't do something so horrendous to another person and not have it come back to you, you just can't. At least I hope not, otherwise everything I've always believed in is a lie. You can keep passing it off like it's nothing, denying it. But it will come back to you. I hope that I am already paying for my mistakes and that I can just move on with my life.
I don't have anything else to say right now, I am still shocked that you would be so cruel as to laugh at me while I'm in this condition. You really are scum.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
07/14/2008 Update
Hi All,
Hope your summer is treating you well, it's a hot one on this side of the world that's for sure!
My surgery is sheduled for Wednesday at 1 PM, it will last 1 - 3 hours depending on how badly damaged my ligaments and bones are. I am expected to recover well and likely have
I will be pretty out of it for the first few days, you likely won't hear much from me for the next week or two. I am really not allowed to do much except ice and elevate, ice and elevate. And then, ice and elevate again:) After that I will steadily be more available (hopefully) and expect to return to working from hnome b mid August.
Hope you are all well, I'll keep you posted as more info becomes available.
Much love
S
Hope your summer is treating you well, it's a hot one on this side of the world that's for sure!
My surgery is sheduled for Wednesday at 1 PM, it will last 1 - 3 hours depending on how badly damaged my ligaments and bones are. I am expected to recover well and likely have
I will be pretty out of it for the first few days, you likely won't hear much from me for the next week or two. I am really not allowed to do much except ice and elevate, ice and elevate. And then, ice and elevate again:) After that I will steadily be more available (hopefully) and expect to return to working from hnome b mid August.
Hope you are all well, I'll keep you posted as more info becomes available.
Much love
S
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
07/09/08 Update
Hello All,
You are receiving this because you have requested that I keep you in the loop
about my current situation or I figured you may not have the detail and I should
fill you in. I apologize for not being more personal, but it’s about the best I
can do right now.
A few weeks ago, while on vacation in WA, I slipped down a small flight of
stairs and busted my right leg up pretty badly. At first we thought it was just
a bad sprain, but the pain was pretty severe and I heard crunching when I fell.
We were staying at my dear friends Dane & Crystal’s at the time. We were
supposed to be wrapping up our vacation there and heading home. The Universe
had different plans for moiJ
As it turned out, my fibula is broken in one spot, as well as two smaller
fractures beneath it closer to my foot. The fibula (for those of you who don’t
know, because I didn’t know) is the small leg bone next to your tibia. So, the
dr. at the urgent care facility gave me a boot, some pain meds and sent me on my
way, insisting I see a podiatrist/orthopedic specialist upon our return to CO. I was also
under strict instruction NOT to fly, so we had to postpone our flight and we
didn’t return to Denver until Tuesday 07/02/2008 (postponed from Sunday
06/29/2008.) With the 4th of July holiday; I wasn’t able to get into Drs until
today.
Today, Mom came and took me to the Drs, more x-rays were done and unfortunately,
my fears about surgery were solidified and I am scheduled for surgery Wednesday
or Thursday next week (07/16 or 07/18.) They are going to plate my fibula and
insert screws to get everything back to normal. I’m going to have hardware, woo
hoo! I’ll set off alarms at airports for real now.
The prognosis thus far is that I will be in recovery mode from surgery for a
minimum of two weeks after the surgery, most likely I won’t be able to work from
home at all during that time. Thus far, I’ve been lucky enough to still be able
to work some hours from home and I should be able to continue working from home
after that 2 week period is finished (hopefully, dr said some folks take up to 4 weeks to
get past the initial surgery depending on pain and what not.)
I will have a hard cast for 4 – 6 weeks after surgery; it is my right foot so I
am unable to drive. I will be in a boot cast for another 4 weeks after that.
We are looking at a minimum of 2 –3 months recovery time. Like the doc said, I
sure didn’t mess around on this one! Apparently when I hurt myself I do it up
right!
I am not 100% sure about what's going to happen with work, I need to get with my
boss and see what's the best for everyone involved. I am lucky to have a pretty
great employer, my supervisor totally rocks for which I am also grateful. I
feel pretty confident that we'll get things worked out in such a way that
addresses everyones needs. Some people might think I am nuts, but I will miss
being in the office these weeks. I'll miss my coworkers, that's for sure.
A lot of people have expressed concern about pain. Right now, I am pretty ok.
They gave me a splint until the surgery, it’s like a soft/half cast type of thing
and it’s not comfortable, but it feels more stable then the boot cast. Bathing
should be interesting with this, argh. Pre surgery, I am going to try and just
stay on the ibuprofens for the most part and maybe some pain meds at night (it’s
usually pretty creepy by the end of the day) and then when the surgery comes
I’ll probably be pretty doped up for the first few weeks. So I’ll be doing a
lot of sleeping I’m sure. Resting people heal quicker, go figure huh?
In the midst of this we have Max starting his sophomore year of high school next
month, I am still unsure of how long we have at the house and I have no idea how
much all of this is going to cost. Thank the gods for insurance, but even with
that and because I will have less income and not mention our regular bills
(food, etc…) it’s still looking a little scary at the moment.
But, I keep telling myself to hang in there. Lots of deep breathes. Again, I
do feel surprisingly positive. Everyone has been so supportive. I need to give extra props
out to Dane for his patience with the situation while I was in WA and to my mom,
Kristen and everyone else who has gone grocery shopping, given me rides,
listened to me cry, brought us food, etc. Thank you so much! I suspect I will
be calling on all of you again in the coming weeks and months, actually you can
pretty much expect it at this point.
And, Max of course deserves a pretty significant high five. We’ve had a few
rough days, but he really has been amazing. I can’t imagine doing this without
him. I also have Thomas (my teddy bear) and two very sweet kitty cats too keep
myecompany.
If I could get the hang of the crutches on the stairs we’d be in good shape. I
never once thought I be in crutches when we moved in this place, ah well, I’m
learning to crab crawl well and my abs and upper body are getting a good work
out that’s for damn sure.
That’s about it for now. I will update more as I can. Keep us in your hearts and thoughts; we need all the good juju we can get right now.
My love to you all
Xo
S
You are receiving this because you have requested that I keep you in the loop
about my current situation or I figured you may not have the detail and I should
fill you in. I apologize for not being more personal, but it’s about the best I
can do right now.
A few weeks ago, while on vacation in WA, I slipped down a small flight of
stairs and busted my right leg up pretty badly. At first we thought it was just
a bad sprain, but the pain was pretty severe and I heard crunching when I fell.
We were staying at my dear friends Dane & Crystal’s at the time. We were
supposed to be wrapping up our vacation there and heading home. The Universe
had different plans for moiJ
As it turned out, my fibula is broken in one spot, as well as two smaller
fractures beneath it closer to my foot. The fibula (for those of you who don’t
know, because I didn’t know) is the small leg bone next to your tibia. So, the
dr. at the urgent care facility gave me a boot, some pain meds and sent me on my
way, insisting I see a podiatrist/orthopedic specialist upon our return to CO. I was also
under strict instruction NOT to fly, so we had to postpone our flight and we
didn’t return to Denver until Tuesday 07/02/2008 (postponed from Sunday
06/29/2008.) With the 4th of July holiday; I wasn’t able to get into Drs until
today.
Today, Mom came and took me to the Drs, more x-rays were done and unfortunately,
my fears about surgery were solidified and I am scheduled for surgery Wednesday
or Thursday next week (07/16 or 07/18.) They are going to plate my fibula and
insert screws to get everything back to normal. I’m going to have hardware, woo
hoo! I’ll set off alarms at airports for real now.
The prognosis thus far is that I will be in recovery mode from surgery for a
minimum of two weeks after the surgery, most likely I won’t be able to work from
home at all during that time. Thus far, I’ve been lucky enough to still be able
to work some hours from home and I should be able to continue working from home
after that 2 week period is finished (hopefully, dr said some folks take up to 4 weeks to
get past the initial surgery depending on pain and what not.)
I will have a hard cast for 4 – 6 weeks after surgery; it is my right foot so I
am unable to drive. I will be in a boot cast for another 4 weeks after that.
We are looking at a minimum of 2 –3 months recovery time. Like the doc said, I
sure didn’t mess around on this one! Apparently when I hurt myself I do it up
right!
I am not 100% sure about what's going to happen with work, I need to get with my
boss and see what's the best for everyone involved. I am lucky to have a pretty
great employer, my supervisor totally rocks for which I am also grateful. I
feel pretty confident that we'll get things worked out in such a way that
addresses everyones needs. Some people might think I am nuts, but I will miss
being in the office these weeks. I'll miss my coworkers, that's for sure.
A lot of people have expressed concern about pain. Right now, I am pretty ok.
They gave me a splint until the surgery, it’s like a soft/half cast type of thing
and it’s not comfortable, but it feels more stable then the boot cast. Bathing
should be interesting with this, argh. Pre surgery, I am going to try and just
stay on the ibuprofens for the most part and maybe some pain meds at night (it’s
usually pretty creepy by the end of the day) and then when the surgery comes
I’ll probably be pretty doped up for the first few weeks. So I’ll be doing a
lot of sleeping I’m sure. Resting people heal quicker, go figure huh?
In the midst of this we have Max starting his sophomore year of high school next
month, I am still unsure of how long we have at the house and I have no idea how
much all of this is going to cost. Thank the gods for insurance, but even with
that and because I will have less income and not mention our regular bills
(food, etc…) it’s still looking a little scary at the moment.
But, I keep telling myself to hang in there. Lots of deep breathes. Again, I
do feel surprisingly positive. Everyone has been so supportive. I need to give extra props
out to Dane for his patience with the situation while I was in WA and to my mom,
Kristen and everyone else who has gone grocery shopping, given me rides,
listened to me cry, brought us food, etc. Thank you so much! I suspect I will
be calling on all of you again in the coming weeks and months, actually you can
pretty much expect it at this point.
And, Max of course deserves a pretty significant high five. We’ve had a few
rough days, but he really has been amazing. I can’t imagine doing this without
him. I also have Thomas (my teddy bear) and two very sweet kitty cats too keep
myecompany.
If I could get the hang of the crutches on the stairs we’d be in good shape. I
never once thought I be in crutches when we moved in this place, ah well, I’m
learning to crab crawl well and my abs and upper body are getting a good work
out that’s for damn sure.
That’s about it for now. I will update more as I can. Keep us in your hearts and thoughts; we need all the good juju we can get right now.
My love to you all
Xo
S
Sunday, July 06, 2008
An Update
I plan to have more detail on our trip to WA up sometime this week.
I am improving daily, I haven't taken any pain meds today yet which makes me happy. I am going to start getting off those and go straight to ibuprofens in the coming week. The swelling has also gone down significantly and blood is beginning to move through the area's, which I have to tell you, is an experience. I can feel the blood moving around in there and things crunch a little and it kind of stings and aches which is a really strange sensation, it's really odd to feel my body actually healing, but interesting too. Since the blood is moving around finally, everything is starting to bruise. Starting to look pretty gnarly, I will be sure to document this via photograph and post accordingly so as to adequately disgust you all:)
I haven't gotten to the orthopedist yet because of the holiday weekend, that will also happen this week.
Max is being pretty great most of the time. I've had to pull rank on him once or twice, remind him that I am simply human and this was an accident and he's really all I've got out here.
It has been an emotionally trying week in a number of ways. MB asked me if the work I mentioned in earlier posts feels less scary still, my answer is yes. Much feels like it is coming full circle for me, it's taken time, but I am getting back on top. A little bit each day, I'm making progress. My friends and family are amazing and supportive, yet comfortable giving me lots of space to come to the light in my own way, on my own terms. I don't even know who I am or what I am going to do with my life, but there seems to be a lot of faith in me anyways. I am grateful for that.
I am ordering pizza for dinner, it's a cop out but it will make Max happy (so he doesn't have to put something in the microwave which is apparently more than should be expected of him today) and me too b/c cheese and veggies on dough makes me happy:) I've been really watching my caloric intake, not today:)
Love to you all, more to come soon!
xo,
S
PS: I watched this fabulous movie about Sex Education in schools called "The Education Of Shelby Knox." It's about a 15 year old girl named Shelby Knox in Lubbox TX (this city at the highest teen pregnancy/STD rate in the USA in 2002) who had taken the purity pledge and also began noticing the increasing numbers of pregnant girls and teens with Gonohrea (it's back, scary!) in her grade. She basically begins a cruscade to educate teens about contraception and safe sex practices. It journals her experiences through the process, including serious backlash from her right-wing Christian community. Good stuff, they should watch it in schools!
I am improving daily, I haven't taken any pain meds today yet which makes me happy. I am going to start getting off those and go straight to ibuprofens in the coming week. The swelling has also gone down significantly and blood is beginning to move through the area's, which I have to tell you, is an experience. I can feel the blood moving around in there and things crunch a little and it kind of stings and aches which is a really strange sensation, it's really odd to feel my body actually healing, but interesting too. Since the blood is moving around finally, everything is starting to bruise. Starting to look pretty gnarly, I will be sure to document this via photograph and post accordingly so as to adequately disgust you all:)
I haven't gotten to the orthopedist yet because of the holiday weekend, that will also happen this week.
Max is being pretty great most of the time. I've had to pull rank on him once or twice, remind him that I am simply human and this was an accident and he's really all I've got out here.
It has been an emotionally trying week in a number of ways. MB asked me if the work I mentioned in earlier posts feels less scary still, my answer is yes. Much feels like it is coming full circle for me, it's taken time, but I am getting back on top. A little bit each day, I'm making progress. My friends and family are amazing and supportive, yet comfortable giving me lots of space to come to the light in my own way, on my own terms. I don't even know who I am or what I am going to do with my life, but there seems to be a lot of faith in me anyways. I am grateful for that.
I am ordering pizza for dinner, it's a cop out but it will make Max happy (so he doesn't have to put something in the microwave which is apparently more than should be expected of him today) and me too b/c cheese and veggies on dough makes me happy:) I've been really watching my caloric intake, not today:)
Love to you all, more to come soon!
xo,
S
PS: I watched this fabulous movie about Sex Education in schools called "The Education Of Shelby Knox." It's about a 15 year old girl named Shelby Knox in Lubbox TX (this city at the highest teen pregnancy/STD rate in the USA in 2002) who had taken the purity pledge and also began noticing the increasing numbers of pregnant girls and teens with Gonohrea (it's back, scary!) in her grade. She basically begins a cruscade to educate teens about contraception and safe sex practices. It journals her experiences through the process, including serious backlash from her right-wing Christian community. Good stuff, they should watch it in schools!
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
You may surprised to know....
We just go home and I am in incredibely high spirits all things considered. My trip to WA was insightful (as it always is) and I came home with a lot of work to do, but none of it feels as scary as it did before I left Colorado.
The trip home was really pretty simple. I am still shocked and awed by the love and support of my friends and family. Dane & Crystal (thanks for that extra squeeze before I got on the plane D, it meant a lot) are saints, there's no way I could've got through these past few days without either of you and Crystal, I promise to blog the spider drama in depthly for later reminsicing:)
I love you all, I promise to detail the trip (with photos) soon. Tonight, it's bed time for us.
Max, you are my hero. You truly are a blessing in every possible way imaginable. I love you.
The trip home was really pretty simple. I am still shocked and awed by the love and support of my friends and family. Dane & Crystal (thanks for that extra squeeze before I got on the plane D, it meant a lot) are saints, there's no way I could've got through these past few days without either of you and Crystal, I promise to blog the spider drama in depthly for later reminsicing:)
I love you all, I promise to detail the trip (with photos) soon. Tonight, it's bed time for us.
Max, you are my hero. You truly are a blessing in every possible way imaginable. I love you.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Ouch
I am taking a quick moment to blog to a) inform everyone of what a wonderful trip we had in WA and b) to also let everyone know that I broke my fibula in 3 places falling down Crystl's stairs (hard wood, socks, bad combo) and have been instructed not to fly for at least another full day, so we won't be back to Colorado until Tuesday, July 1st 2008.
More to come soon, have some great pics and stories to share, but until then I am going to ice the heck out of my shin/ankle and try not to worry to much about what life on crutches for four weeks is going to be like.
More to come soon, have some great pics and stories to share, but until then I am going to ice the heck out of my shin/ankle and try not to worry to much about what life on crutches for four weeks is going to be like.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Brought To You By The Letter....YAY!
My vocabulary actually contains a letter "YAY" so it works for me. I doubt I'll be blogging much while out in WA, but I may try to if I can. In the meantime, here's one of my all time favorite songs EVER for your enjoyment:) I heard it on the way in to work, it seemed the whole world was on a mission to bring happiness my way this morning. A favorite song played, the gas station attendant gave me a free iced tea when I paid for my gas and in spite of traffic, it only took me 17 minutes to get to work today. Not a bad deal!
Loves to you all, I shall return.....
Loves to you all, I shall return.....
Friday, June 13, 2008
I treated myself today at lunch and got the little sampler platter thing from the deli up the street. It costs $5.99 and it has 3 types of cheese, walnuts, grapes and a mini hoagie with some kind of honey drizzled on it that makes a scrumptious base for the before mentioned items all smooshed on top of it. It also comes with a small desert of green apples/strawberries and vanilla yogurt. swooon.
They say that food shouldn't be used to change your mood, but I can't help it. It comes to me both naturally whenever I eat and even when I buy that gluttonous jar of peanut butter that I know will be devoured within 24 hours if it's in my home. And on a Friday such as this, that seems longer then it should considering I'm leaving at 2:30 to face the music, this little treat made me happy and really, what can the harm in that be?
The harm in that is, when you are an instant gratification monger such as myself, it's pretty easy to use food as a crutch rather than as something that should YES be enjoyed, but only in moderation as much as ones body requires for fuel. I've never been able to be that person, who simply only eats when I am hungry. I'm not big on moderation, guess I'm not a very good quitter HA!
Someone told me that once, I shit you not. Years ago when they were trying to quit smoking "I'm not a quitter!" as if it some how implied that this person was fanatically unable to quite ANYTHING and was achieving the utmost success for it, other than the nasty smoking that is.
If I'd never been a smoker, I might make one of those smug comments that some people who never have smoked do like "Just stop!" or "Don't you know how bad that is for you? It's KILLING YOU!"
But I wasn't even tempted, I just thought it was hilarious and filed it away for another day. I understand all to well how hard it is to quite and I assure you, any comments that you friends or family might make aren't going to do anything except make you feel like shit and really, who wants to make their loved ones feel bad on purpose? Not moi.
They say quitting smoking is like quitting heroin. Good gawd that's a horrible thought. I knew a junkie in CA, he lived downstairs in the hotel we lived at for a while with 2 other guys. He was a nice enough guy, but I knew he was messed up. One day I saw him sitting outside on the fire escape just wretching and wretching, I literally thought he was dying, he was kind of green. Sean explained to me that he was detoxing and that people actually do die during heroin withdrawals. Silly Sarah, so youung and naive. I don't see how THAT can be anything like quitting cigarettes, but that's what they say.
I think it's more of folks quitting for the long term, heroin relapse is pretty high I guess as is smoking. Most everyone I know in my own generation has quite umpteen times only to start up again, including myself in little intervals. I was die hard no smoker there for about two years, but now....the weekends creep on me and I have a glass of wine or play video games or talk with Crystal on the phone and that sneaky little bastard practical lights itself and forces me to inhale.
Food and cigarettes, whatya gonna do? My anxiety level has reached it's pique for the day I think. I HATE meeting w/ my attorney and today feels like the big big scary appointment. Once I turn this stuff in and sign some paper work, that's it. It's on. Something about this makes me want to vomit. blech. And then eat and smoke.
Lucky for me, I have some thing very fun to look forward to. One week from now, I'll be in a spa with Crystal & Heather. Doing nothing but.....RELAXING? I won't even know how probably, Crystal will have to talk me down from a few episodes of panic brought on by the residual panic I've been experiencing on a daily basis for over a year now. Nothing like a little fight or flight to get those juices pumping boy....I tell you what!
Till next time, wish me good luck today....
They say that food shouldn't be used to change your mood, but I can't help it. It comes to me both naturally whenever I eat and even when I buy that gluttonous jar of peanut butter that I know will be devoured within 24 hours if it's in my home. And on a Friday such as this, that seems longer then it should considering I'm leaving at 2:30 to face the music, this little treat made me happy and really, what can the harm in that be?
The harm in that is, when you are an instant gratification monger such as myself, it's pretty easy to use food as a crutch rather than as something that should YES be enjoyed, but only in moderation as much as ones body requires for fuel. I've never been able to be that person, who simply only eats when I am hungry. I'm not big on moderation, guess I'm not a very good quitter HA!
Someone told me that once, I shit you not. Years ago when they were trying to quit smoking "I'm not a quitter!" as if it some how implied that this person was fanatically unable to quite ANYTHING and was achieving the utmost success for it, other than the nasty smoking that is.
If I'd never been a smoker, I might make one of those smug comments that some people who never have smoked do like "Just stop!" or "Don't you know how bad that is for you? It's KILLING YOU!"
But I wasn't even tempted, I just thought it was hilarious and filed it away for another day. I understand all to well how hard it is to quite and I assure you, any comments that you friends or family might make aren't going to do anything except make you feel like shit and really, who wants to make their loved ones feel bad on purpose? Not moi.
They say quitting smoking is like quitting heroin. Good gawd that's a horrible thought. I knew a junkie in CA, he lived downstairs in the hotel we lived at for a while with 2 other guys. He was a nice enough guy, but I knew he was messed up. One day I saw him sitting outside on the fire escape just wretching and wretching, I literally thought he was dying, he was kind of green. Sean explained to me that he was detoxing and that people actually do die during heroin withdrawals. Silly Sarah, so youung and naive. I don't see how THAT can be anything like quitting cigarettes, but that's what they say.
I think it's more of folks quitting for the long term, heroin relapse is pretty high I guess as is smoking. Most everyone I know in my own generation has quite umpteen times only to start up again, including myself in little intervals. I was die hard no smoker there for about two years, but now....the weekends creep on me and I have a glass of wine or play video games or talk with Crystal on the phone and that sneaky little bastard practical lights itself and forces me to inhale.
Food and cigarettes, whatya gonna do? My anxiety level has reached it's pique for the day I think. I HATE meeting w/ my attorney and today feels like the big big scary appointment. Once I turn this stuff in and sign some paper work, that's it. It's on. Something about this makes me want to vomit. blech. And then eat and smoke.
Lucky for me, I have some thing very fun to look forward to. One week from now, I'll be in a spa with Crystal & Heather. Doing nothing but.....RELAXING? I won't even know how probably, Crystal will have to talk me down from a few episodes of panic brought on by the residual panic I've been experiencing on a daily basis for over a year now. Nothing like a little fight or flight to get those juices pumping boy....I tell you what!
Till next time, wish me good luck today....
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Love Is All Around You
There's a radio station in Colorado called "Jack FM 105.5" which is an all encompessing, "play what we want" type of station. And they, quite literally do play whatever one can think of. I've heard everything from 60's & 70's arena rock, classic rock, 80's/90's everything and even some more recent hip hop and pop classics from the past 8 years. I love it, I feel like I can almost always find something on that station if I've grown tired of everything else and my iPod is at home charging.
Today on that station, I heard "Love Song" by Tesla and my eyes welled up instantly.
I first heard this song on ZRock in 1990 I want to say, or there abouts. It was this horrible quality AM station that you could only listen to between the hours of 10 PM and 6 AM, I could also only get reception if my radio was in the farthest corner of my room, next to the window. I listened religiously, loosing lots of sleep just waiting to hear what was going on in the rock scene. The first time I heard bands like GNR, Metallica, Slayer (ick) and Motley Crue were on that station and I was hooked immediately. They also played all the old Black Sabbath, AC/DC and Led Zeppelin from back in the day so that was a bonus since I was into all that then too. The hair bands hadn't quite been accepted at that point into this more hard core metal, so Poison and the likes were kind of shunned and made fun of. "POSERS!" sigh. That makes me laugh to even say that now. However, someone on that station must've seen some value in Tesla's music, even though they were considerably softer and being played on standard radio pretty regularly. And one night, they played the entire "The Great Radio Controversy" at about 2 in the morning and I recorded it on cassette tape. The sound quality was atrocious, wickedly bad, but it became my tape of the hour and it was in my walkman for quite some time after that first night.
Fast forward about a year, Kristen and I become good friends instantly and music was a way in which we bonded. One night, a little drunk and being bad (sorry whomever is reading this might be offended by that) we went down in her mom's basement and drank and started going through all of our collective tapes. We had at least 10 of the same tapes, including the original "Purple Rain" by Prince and "She Bop" by Cindy Lauper, which by then we'd been hiding from our friends and boyfriends, because that was too uncool at that point. Tesla's "Love Song" came on ZRock at exactly the right moment and we both (again, pretty drunk by this point) began singing this at the top of our lungs. The bond was sealed forever more :)
Ever since, I can tell you that when I hear it I smile. And cry also. Because the irony of this song is that it's one that holds a message I could relate to at 15 years old and again at 20 something and again now at 32. At 15, it was that I was getting over whatever boy at the time I'd decided wasn't cool enough to hang out with "us" then (we were SO shallow it's embarrassing now) at 20 something it just reminded me of that night with Kristen and how much I cherish it and her and now, it's hard for me to ignore this very universal message:
"Love is all around you"
"Love will find it's way back to you"
It's hard for me not to cry over the simplicity of that and how good it feels to hear those words again. I thought I'd lost them. I thought I'd lost that part of me that practically worships the idea of universal love and compassion. Thank you Jack FM! You made my whole day.
Lyrics
Song
Today on that station, I heard "Love Song" by Tesla and my eyes welled up instantly.
I first heard this song on ZRock in 1990 I want to say, or there abouts. It was this horrible quality AM station that you could only listen to between the hours of 10 PM and 6 AM, I could also only get reception if my radio was in the farthest corner of my room, next to the window. I listened religiously, loosing lots of sleep just waiting to hear what was going on in the rock scene. The first time I heard bands like GNR, Metallica, Slayer (ick) and Motley Crue were on that station and I was hooked immediately. They also played all the old Black Sabbath, AC/DC and Led Zeppelin from back in the day so that was a bonus since I was into all that then too. The hair bands hadn't quite been accepted at that point into this more hard core metal, so Poison and the likes were kind of shunned and made fun of. "POSERS!" sigh. That makes me laugh to even say that now. However, someone on that station must've seen some value in Tesla's music, even though they were considerably softer and being played on standard radio pretty regularly. And one night, they played the entire "The Great Radio Controversy" at about 2 in the morning and I recorded it on cassette tape. The sound quality was atrocious, wickedly bad, but it became my tape of the hour and it was in my walkman for quite some time after that first night.
Fast forward about a year, Kristen and I become good friends instantly and music was a way in which we bonded. One night, a little drunk and being bad (sorry whomever is reading this might be offended by that) we went down in her mom's basement and drank and started going through all of our collective tapes. We had at least 10 of the same tapes, including the original "Purple Rain" by Prince and "She Bop" by Cindy Lauper, which by then we'd been hiding from our friends and boyfriends, because that was too uncool at that point. Tesla's "Love Song" came on ZRock at exactly the right moment and we both (again, pretty drunk by this point) began singing this at the top of our lungs. The bond was sealed forever more :)
Ever since, I can tell you that when I hear it I smile. And cry also. Because the irony of this song is that it's one that holds a message I could relate to at 15 years old and again at 20 something and again now at 32. At 15, it was that I was getting over whatever boy at the time I'd decided wasn't cool enough to hang out with "us" then (we were SO shallow it's embarrassing now) at 20 something it just reminded me of that night with Kristen and how much I cherish it and her and now, it's hard for me to ignore this very universal message:
"Love is all around you"
"Love will find it's way back to you"
It's hard for me not to cry over the simplicity of that and how good it feels to hear those words again. I thought I'd lost them. I thought I'd lost that part of me that practically worships the idea of universal love and compassion. Thank you Jack FM! You made my whole day.
Lyrics
Song
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
My Accidental Genius Amazes Even ME!
So, I'm sitting here, coding along and an AH HA moment came up and smacked right upside the head......
We have a 4 day work week/long weekend after we get back from Vacation because it's 4th of July! YEAAAAH BUDDY:)
Damn I'm good!
Xo,
S
PS: I finally was able to listen to Bruce Cockburn with out sobbing and feeling nauseas today. Tears sill, yes....but it's major progress. I'd better slow down, to much at once might confuse me.
We have a 4 day work week/long weekend after we get back from Vacation because it's 4th of July! YEAAAAH BUDDY:)
Damn I'm good!
Xo,
S
PS: I finally was able to listen to Bruce Cockburn with out sobbing and feeling nauseas today. Tears sill, yes....but it's major progress. I'd better slow down, to much at once might confuse me.
Monday, June 09, 2008
OH AND.....
I paid $51.39 for gas this morning. Annnnnnnnnnnd that's just regular, 85 grade....Baby Jetta is supposed to ONLY have 87 or 91 grade. Yeah right, these days my car isn't the only thing getting less quality. Anyone seen how much a loaf of bread costs these days? Max eats at least 2 loaves of bread and 2 gallons of milk each week, it's like $20 a week just to keep him in that. That's twice what it was this time last year.
damn!
damn!
"Controlled" Chaos
Life is slightly chaotic on this end of the universe right now, the lull before the storm has dissapated. The next days before our trip to WA are going to be beyond busy, I may be exhuasted by the time we get there.
I'm finalizing the bankruptcy, which I can tell you is no simple task. Apparently the change in laws has made it substantially more painful for folks to get this thing moving. I have to have this all in my by Friday, which there are still a number of things that have to happen in order to make that happen, primarily getting all my paperwork ducks in a row, which has more to do with me begging my debtors for copies of everything. Most are being helpful, some give me the run around. I spend more time on the phone dealing with this then I ever imagined. It will be a relief to have this thing filed and moving on. Once it's filed, it doesn't mean it's all done, but this is the bulk of it from what I understand.
Everything else is mostly normal, but I think the deadline of the bankruptcy paperwork is making me anxious. It's been like having a second job, seriously!
Oh well, this Friday evening I *should* be able to just breathe and start thinking about getting ready for our trip.
Love to you all, will blogg when time permits.
Xo,
S
I'm finalizing the bankruptcy, which I can tell you is no simple task. Apparently the change in laws has made it substantially more painful for folks to get this thing moving. I have to have this all in my by Friday, which there are still a number of things that have to happen in order to make that happen, primarily getting all my paperwork ducks in a row, which has more to do with me begging my debtors for copies of everything. Most are being helpful, some give me the run around. I spend more time on the phone dealing with this then I ever imagined. It will be a relief to have this thing filed and moving on. Once it's filed, it doesn't mean it's all done, but this is the bulk of it from what I understand.
Everything else is mostly normal, but I think the deadline of the bankruptcy paperwork is making me anxious. It's been like having a second job, seriously!
Oh well, this Friday evening I *should* be able to just breathe and start thinking about getting ready for our trip.
Love to you all, will blogg when time permits.
Xo,
S
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Whooooopeeeeeeeeeee
Season 3 of Weeds came out today and I just watched the first episode. It is up there on my favorites list with SITC, The Soprano's, Dexter and Boston Legal.
http://www.sho.com/site/weeds/home.do
http://www.sho.com/site/weeds/home.do
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Monday, June 02, 2008
A Shift In The Tide
Something significant has shifted within me, just in these past few days and weeks. I find myself randomly smiling. Joy seems less fleeting. Things don't feel as hard some days.
I am borrowing Crystal's blogg topic and reflecting on what things were like a year ago, but I don't really need to spend too much energy reflecting because the answers are clear and I can sum it up in a few paragraphs.
About a year ago, I had days where I felt I would die. Literally. I had already been experiencing a fairly serious depression with Chance in the moths previous to our separation because I felt trapped, abandoned, deceived and somewhere inside my intuition was trying to break out of the fort I had built over it. Then, the inevitable came and I can tell you that while I wasn't surprised, I was still devastated. Because, the fact is that I had loved this man and there was a lot invested in our relationship on many levels. We were intensely passionate at times, while others I felt like we were strangers. It was very real for me, even though I knew it should end for at least a year before it did and I'd say he is the first man that I loved so madly and made myself totally vulnerable too and this clouded my judgment tremendously. When that vulnerability is betrayed, it hurts and stings and burns through you like a cattle prod.
After the initial shock and he finally moved out (those few weeks were torture), waves of drama passed over me for at least 3 or 4 months afterward. Chance was cold and hateful toward me when we did speak, as if I'd somehow betrayed him. He left me in a terrible predicament one night that about put me over the edge and I found myself screaming at him and he scared me a little and I realized I never wanted to see him again and I didn't. Or speak to him except for once. Then, the bounced checks which ended up costing me and my family thousands of dollars that was never repayed. Confirmation of Chance's affair with a considerably younger woman that someone I trusted and was close to me knew about and kept from me. Chance literally breaking into my house to get Max's XBox that he was supposed to pay Max for and never did. Chance's total lack of acknowledgement of the money he owed me and my family, of coming to get his things, etc...basically completely ignoring any attempts I was making to get things resolved and most importantly, the slow realization of just what my financial reality was and how completely stupid I'd been. Especially, when it became clear that there would be no follow through (again, big surprise) to all of his promises to pay on the bike and help me each month and repay me for the thousands of dollars he had owed me for things like the furniture and my car and other bounced checks that had never been resolved properly.
It took months for the haze that surrounded my mind to begin to lift. In that time I lost and then began gaining weight. I began abusing myself basically, eating total crap, drinking heavily at times, totally isolating myself from everyone and sort of just disappearing. And then I felt nothing. For a long, long time. I floated through days that blurred together and Max started school and some kind of normalcy began to return and I sort of lifted out of the funk. Sort of.
Since, there have been some periodic inflammations of Chance-itis. Christmas brought another round of depression. I was also quiet ill from the damage I'd done to my body and struggling to stay healthy. Gaia's illness and subsequent surgery also brought a bout of rage to the surface. Making the decision to take Kasha to rescue forced me to spend a few days in solitary confinement. Learning of Chance's shenanigans on a motorcycle that isn't even his and literally begging the Universe to make sure he doesn't kill someone on that bike. And finally, foreclosing on the house, that one is still unresolved and will likely follow me for a few months until we actually move. It's pretty difficult to continue to clean up this man's mess and the price I've paid is severe. My closest relationships are wounded, I am wounded and still bleeding profusely in some area's.
Except the difference now is that I'm am on the other side of it all now, that place I knew then WOULD return to me. This moment is what kept me going some days, the knowing that things would get better, I would be happy again, I wouldn't feel like death forever. I'm done with it all and as I sit here and relive this period in my life, there are no tears. There aren't any left. That's the short answer.
The long answer is more that I believe a shift has occurred within me that is notable. My broccoli tells me it may be the beginning of a new phase of forgiveness. Forgiving myself and finding peace and joy in my life again, being a mother to my only son and getting my life back in order is something that seems obtainable now. Another layer of dead skin being shed I suppose and it feels good. Dead skin is irritating and itchy. When it sloughs off, it hurts like a mother. The new, pink skin underneath is exposed, tender and must be protected until it's safe. Certainly a little thicker than it was the year before, but it will likely soften with time and some TLC.
I will wear a band aid for a while. Wrap myself up, find safe warmth and comfort where I can. Find myself again. Certainly this chapter in my life isn't completed yet, there are still outstanding issues in the plot to be resolved. The difference from a year ago is that now, I can nurse my own wounds a bit more effectively. And those wounds don't feel fatal. That part is good too.
I am borrowing Crystal's blogg topic and reflecting on what things were like a year ago, but I don't really need to spend too much energy reflecting because the answers are clear and I can sum it up in a few paragraphs.
About a year ago, I had days where I felt I would die. Literally. I had already been experiencing a fairly serious depression with Chance in the moths previous to our separation because I felt trapped, abandoned, deceived and somewhere inside my intuition was trying to break out of the fort I had built over it. Then, the inevitable came and I can tell you that while I wasn't surprised, I was still devastated. Because, the fact is that I had loved this man and there was a lot invested in our relationship on many levels. We were intensely passionate at times, while others I felt like we were strangers. It was very real for me, even though I knew it should end for at least a year before it did and I'd say he is the first man that I loved so madly and made myself totally vulnerable too and this clouded my judgment tremendously. When that vulnerability is betrayed, it hurts and stings and burns through you like a cattle prod.
After the initial shock and he finally moved out (those few weeks were torture), waves of drama passed over me for at least 3 or 4 months afterward. Chance was cold and hateful toward me when we did speak, as if I'd somehow betrayed him. He left me in a terrible predicament one night that about put me over the edge and I found myself screaming at him and he scared me a little and I realized I never wanted to see him again and I didn't. Or speak to him except for once. Then, the bounced checks which ended up costing me and my family thousands of dollars that was never repayed. Confirmation of Chance's affair with a considerably younger woman that someone I trusted and was close to me knew about and kept from me. Chance literally breaking into my house to get Max's XBox that he was supposed to pay Max for and never did. Chance's total lack of acknowledgement of the money he owed me and my family, of coming to get his things, etc...basically completely ignoring any attempts I was making to get things resolved and most importantly, the slow realization of just what my financial reality was and how completely stupid I'd been. Especially, when it became clear that there would be no follow through (again, big surprise) to all of his promises to pay on the bike and help me each month and repay me for the thousands of dollars he had owed me for things like the furniture and my car and other bounced checks that had never been resolved properly.
It took months for the haze that surrounded my mind to begin to lift. In that time I lost and then began gaining weight. I began abusing myself basically, eating total crap, drinking heavily at times, totally isolating myself from everyone and sort of just disappearing. And then I felt nothing. For a long, long time. I floated through days that blurred together and Max started school and some kind of normalcy began to return and I sort of lifted out of the funk. Sort of.
Since, there have been some periodic inflammations of Chance-itis. Christmas brought another round of depression. I was also quiet ill from the damage I'd done to my body and struggling to stay healthy. Gaia's illness and subsequent surgery also brought a bout of rage to the surface. Making the decision to take Kasha to rescue forced me to spend a few days in solitary confinement. Learning of Chance's shenanigans on a motorcycle that isn't even his and literally begging the Universe to make sure he doesn't kill someone on that bike. And finally, foreclosing on the house, that one is still unresolved and will likely follow me for a few months until we actually move. It's pretty difficult to continue to clean up this man's mess and the price I've paid is severe. My closest relationships are wounded, I am wounded and still bleeding profusely in some area's.
Except the difference now is that I'm am on the other side of it all now, that place I knew then WOULD return to me. This moment is what kept me going some days, the knowing that things would get better, I would be happy again, I wouldn't feel like death forever. I'm done with it all and as I sit here and relive this period in my life, there are no tears. There aren't any left. That's the short answer.
The long answer is more that I believe a shift has occurred within me that is notable. My broccoli tells me it may be the beginning of a new phase of forgiveness. Forgiving myself and finding peace and joy in my life again, being a mother to my only son and getting my life back in order is something that seems obtainable now. Another layer of dead skin being shed I suppose and it feels good. Dead skin is irritating and itchy. When it sloughs off, it hurts like a mother. The new, pink skin underneath is exposed, tender and must be protected until it's safe. Certainly a little thicker than it was the year before, but it will likely soften with time and some TLC.
I will wear a band aid for a while. Wrap myself up, find safe warmth and comfort where I can. Find myself again. Certainly this chapter in my life isn't completed yet, there are still outstanding issues in the plot to be resolved. The difference from a year ago is that now, I can nurse my own wounds a bit more effectively. And those wounds don't feel fatal. That part is good too.
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