Yes, I do need to be my own hero

I just got home from paddling and checking in with a friend, had a nice conversation. Came home, put some of my stuff away and opened up my social media. Lately, I’m digging Andy Grammer and his new video was posted. I gave it a listen and before it was half over, I was saying to myself, “that’s exactly what I have to do, what I’ve been trying to do!”

Check out this inspiring song

So in the interest of following what strikes me, I am going to be my own hero. I am going to look within, and look at my skills, and notice the positive impacts I can have on the people in my world. I am going to be my own hero.

Please feel free to share if I have affected you in a positive way!

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Little by Little, part 2

I’m making progress, little by little. As I’m seeing things more clearly, I’m also discovering a little more self-discipline. One of the things I’m getting into the habit of, finally, is spending time in the dirt.

I’ve always liked the feeling I get after working in the garden, but depression robbed me of the “get up and go” that used to drive me. Now that I’m becoming myself, again or for the first time (not sure which), I’m spending time tending to my plants every day. Whether I’m pulling a few stray weeds in the sandbox while the kids play, or turning the soil in the garden, each time yields some peace. Gardening calms me, in every sense of the word, but especially the freeway of thoughts that never wants to slow down on its own.

Just looking at this fuchsia, I start to notice the tiny parts of the flower, the unique shape of the leaves and petals, and beautiful combination of colors…and my thoughts slow down, and shift. Gratitude and awe creep into my mind. And how wonderful is that? And there’s the begonia…the many layers amaze me, but I also notice that there are different shape blooms from the same plant. How can I possibly feel anything but surprise and wonder?

So in the interest of drawing my attention outside on my tough days, I created a small garden corner on my deck. When I’m in the kitchen, the window to my right gives me a view of my little patch of color. Sometimes I’ll go out there thinking that I’ll just pick a couple faded blooms and then go back to whatever…I usually end up out there for an hour. I even set up a chair and a couple wind chimes, and it has become a cozy spot to relax at the end of the day with a hot cup of tea. Here is a peek:

It’s a work in progress, but that’s the fun part! And hey-there are days when I really only spend a few minutes in the dirt, but forming the habit takes away the pressure, gives me a sense of pride, and promotes my mental and physical health.

I’m too much sometimes

I’m learning that sometimes I am too much for people. What I mean is that when I connect with someone, and I feel something positive, I open my world to that person. And though I’ve had some success, and some reciprocity, it’s difficult when I come on too strong and there is a retreat by the other person. Even more challenging is when it seems like it’s accepted, and all of a sudden, I am met with silence.

It sucks. But that won’t stop me. You know why? Because I am finally myself. I no longer feel a need to stifle the real me. I accept the rejection because if someone doesn’t want me, I know it’s their loss.

And I also know that sometimes, a person needs a little push…a reminder that they are worthy of friendship, and that they can contribute to another persons happiness, and of course, that they deserve kindness, belonging and connection.

This song, I’m not giving up…, reminds me of what I said to my friend, Laura, when she started to push me away at the thought of moving. Sometimes it’s too hard to care, sometimes it’s too scary, too risky, and sometimes, we walk away. I fought for her friendship, and I won. She is a clear case of someone who needed the fight, needed to hear that she was worth the effort.

But this songs makes me think of my dear friend lately, who just doesn’t have it in him to be my friend anymore. I am too much for him. I have to accept that. It sucks, but it’s his loss. And yes, I did fight for our friendship, “…until my heart was black and blue,” but at the end of the day, his friendship came with so little reciprocity that it wasn’t good for me anymore.

I’ve paid tribute to the friendship in so many ways, and I’ll always treasure the personal growth that came from it. And if he ever decided to let me back in, I’d still be myself…but of course I’m still discovering who that is. For now, I’m just me. Open, honest, blunt, flawed, emotional, scared, brave, whole, vibrant, alive…and I’m grateful for the color that came into my gray world when I needed it most.

*and did I mention that this song is absolutely breathtaking?!

I Can Only Imagine

Finally saw this movie, which is so unlike me…but a friend of mine saw it awhile back and said it had a powerful impact. So I’m finally watching it and I’ve been in tears off and on the whole time-and I’m only half way through. Had to pause it to write.

  • All it takes is one teacher, one manager, one person to have faith in you to make yourself the authentic and real you
  • Songs as an anchor…they can reach you in a profound way and carry you through tough times
  • The sunsets and sunrises in this film make me want to travel (well, not really but almost😉!)
  • When you have passion and hope and faith (in yourself or something bigger) things will come together as they should
  • Perseverance
  • Sometimes your passion about…whatever…will be too much for people. It’s their loss. Share it anyway
  • Trauma, perceived and literal, stays with you and shapes you…better to accept it than fight it, to heal and grow.
  • “What are you running from? Let that pain become your inspiration.”
  • It’s hard to trust the change in someone, the one that triggers you, when the trauma is still so fresh for you
  • “I got a lot of questions about myself” What a powerful statement-it opens up a whole world of vulnerability
  • Knowing what another person is feeling, thinking, or at least having a window into their world can create understanding, build a bridge between two islands
  • Choosing to forgive…there’s great power in that, though I don’t think God has anything to do with it…I think it’s about putting down the heavy load you’ve been carrying…whether you give it to someone/something, it’s good to set it down and let it go
  • “Like junk, like to fix things, make something out of nothing”…metaphor for redemption
  • This blog is my journal. I choose to share it, but I do it for me. “It feels really good”
  • “I’ve never told anybody my story…” sharing his song, was important for him and his healing…that resonates with me and that’s how I feel about my book. And when your story is embraced…what a feeling!
  • You never know what will open up your soul, your curiosity, your sense of wonder and engagement in the world…stay open, let it happen, and grow from it

Everything happens for a reason…I don’t always know what it is, but I believe we are shaped by everything we touch and are touched by…it’s strange, my friend says he sees himself as the monster, but I see him as the little boy who grew up with a lot of unresolved trauma, who is working through it still. I only hope to see what kind of man he becomes someday…

There’s nothing quite like putting yourself out there…

Sharing my book makes me nervous, anxious at times. I have to meet new people and go to new places and do things that I find scary. But once I get there, set up, and take a deep breath, I’m ok.

I had several book events recently where I got to connect with people…and while I was very nervous, it turned out wonderfully. To see someone open my book for the first time and ooh and ahh over the story and pictures fills me up. It sparks conversations about the world we live in, about what we can do right now to make it a better place.

Connecting with some people I already know in a new way, or after a long period of time has been fun! They are often surprised that I’ve written a book, glad that I’m still working with children…and many ask me how I got there. I’m honest and tell them that I had an unraveling, a breakdown, that led me to spirit animals and beyond. The responses vary: “good for you” or “I’m so sorry” or “oh…”. It definitely catches people off guard, but I think we need to talk about it-we need to be honest and open to diminish the stigma associated with depression and mental illness. And we need to own the laundry list of responsibilities we carry on our own, and begin to take care of ourselves again.

Anyway, sharing this story with others fills me up, from the book store managers to the kids visiting the stores, to the childcare providers who listen alongside the kids…the story is having an impact on all of us, but especially and selfishly me!

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Little by Little…

I was in the newspaper today!

Little by little, I’m getting better and better all the time. And I feel proud. And happy. And I’m sure I’ll have more roller coaster moments, but I’m stronger than I’ve been in a long time.

I had a roller coaster moment this week for sure, and it hit me hard at first. But I picked myself up, dusted myself off and looked for a reason…a next step. I was able to reflect and begin to let go and move forward. And though it’s still in progress, I’m feeling good about my next step.

I had a therapy appointment just this morning, and usually, when something happens and I choose to hold onto it, I don’t tell her. But I’m feeling solid in my forced and reluctant decision, and so I told her. And I thought I’d cry and be all kinds of whiny or whatever, but I wasn’t. I surprised the both of us!

I did cry eventually though…because I am letting go of my dear friend finally. The friend who sparked my soul and started this whole thing…we have reached a point where we are no longer good for each other. And though it really is the right decision, it’s tough. I shed tears thinking back to those first acts of kindness and friendship, the laughter and the discoveries, the debates and the conversations. I am grateful for all that came in the days since, despite pain and tears…I’m finally becoming, little by little.

How my unraveling led to a new venture…

For those of you who have been reading me from the beginning, you already know most of the story…

I was so busy taking care of family and caring for others that I did not take care of myself.  My best friend died, and I closed myself off to others, and then a new friend came into my life, and though he was very different from me, I began to open myself up.  I finally broke down and then built myself back up as a result of letting this new person into my world.

So this new friend…I began to think about things differently, and open myself to new ideas.  He inspired me, challenged me intellectually, and asked my advice.  I finally came around to the idea of therapy and putting myself first again…part of that recovery led me to spirit animals and I identified with the sea turtle…my dear friend was more of a wolf.  That’s where the names come from as well…Honu is Hawaiian for turtle and Kiyaya is Native American, Yakima, for (howling) wolf.

Anyway…I wanted to find a way to share my growth, joy, journey…with every walk of life.  I presented at my early ed wellness Network, and started the blog…when it came to children, I saw the turtle and the wolf as my vehicles…the figures were purchased on a trip to the ocean, and I just loved them-they’re made of wood, a technique called intarsia.  I contacted the company that makes them and got permission from the CEO.  Writing the story, I used a few people as proofreaders and tried out the story on my childcare kids. I used some of their feedback…ultimately I wanted to keep the openness of children’s hearts on the forefront of their world, and that of their caregivers and family members…because in this world we live in, we need more emotional bravery, we need belonging and connection, and we need to be exposed to those that are different from ourselves in order to learn and eventually become who we will be…and the greatest lessons can come from the most surprising places!  I never expected to find inspiration from this young man so unlike myself…

Find the book here

And now I am basking in so much support, celebration, affirmation…and joy! Watching the kids as they get to know the characters has been incredible. They retell the tale over and over, adding their own words and adventures! There’s so much that has come from this…

  • The pride on the faces of my family, especially my mom
  • Reconnecting with former classmates and my hometown
  • Connecting with extended family on a new level-when the most unexpected person is touched by the story!
  • I’ve been reaching out of my comfort zone, literally and figuratively
  • To see my mentors react to the book, and to surpass their expectations has been heartwarming
  • Building relationships with new people, with authenticity and opportunity to connect on a deeper level
  • My “professional self” is growing-I’m becoming a leader and instructor in my early ed community.
  • Revealing my real self and seeing the acceptance…the most amazing thing!

For my local people…

Small Reminders=Huge Support

On my journey back from my unraveling, I’ve been keeping my eyes open for things that inspire me or promote my mental well-being. I hate to say it, but Facebook put my likes to good use, and an ad for ZOX kept popping up. At first, I ignored the ads, but one product in particular caught my eye: click here to check it out

Anyway, I checked out the site and though I decided not to purchase the one that caught my attention at first, I definitely found a few that spoke to me. Before I get to that, let me tell you what the product is: inspirational words combined with unique art made into a bracelet. They have different styles and some other variations, but I’d describe them as elastic bracelets that are fun, reversible, and inspiring. Here is a link to their website

So how have I put these straps, as they are called, to use in my life? Well, I bought one for myself that reads Look Within. It also has colors and a pattern that remind me of my spirit animal, the sea turtle, so it was perfect for me. I use it to remind myself that I have all I need within me to be my best self.

The other one that I especially find helpful is Have Faith. Many of you read my post about this phrase already, and you know that I associate it with religion, which is sooo not me. And that’s part of what I like about ZOX-the quote that came with it could resonate with anyone, and relate to anything. This particular strap reminds me to be patient and persistent: two of my greatest challenges!

I also ordered Shine On with a certain young girl in mind. She had some social and emotional obstacles in her early years, and is a very special and unique little lady. She isn’t afraid to be herself despite what others think, but sometimes faces social consequences. I gave her this strap and a huge hug, and I was rewarded by her smile. She’s headed to middle school soon and I hope she is able to keep shining.

And I have a friend who has been struggling with some family issues for the last couple of years. She has been feeling down, but has kept things private. I often find it’s tough to support someone when you don’t know the nature of their struggle, but I found Keep Going and gifted her this strap. It brought tears to her eyes, and made both of us smile.

So thank you ZOX. You are making a difference, and you are helping me to make a difference as well.

Depression is a Thief

Did you know that when you suffer from depression, that you are being robbed? Robbed of what? So many things, big and small, subtle and bold, but the most precious thing stolen from me: self-respect.

Now that I’m healing and reflecting on my behavior, thoughts and actions, I’m rediscovering my self-respect, even going so far as to put it above my fear of rejection and need for approval (yay me!). And I didn’t realize that it was gone till it was re-emerging, which kinda ticks me off, but also lights a fire of sorts…

I’m having a tough time putting all this into words, so I have found someone else’s that seems to capture my thoughts.

Respect is one of the most important qualities in your relationship with anyone, and there is no exception when it comes to your relationship with yourself. Self-respect encompasses a multitude of ideals, but it comes down to being the kind of person you are satisfied with showing the world and being someone that you and the people you care about are proud of. Self-respect is about having a sense of honor and dignity about yourself, your choices, and your life. It is about treating others well and knowing that by doing so, others will treat you well in return. Lastly, self-respect is knowing that not everyone will treat you well and choosing to respect everyone nonetheless, but still knowing that you deserve to be surrounded by great people. Having respect for yourself is vital in maintaining a positive self-image by allowing yourself to feel confident in who you are and content with the person you are becoming.

Self-respect is about having the courage to stand up for yourself when you are being treated in a manner that is less than what you deserve. It is about knowing your worth and having the ability to adjust your life and remove people from it if they are treating you poorly. If you have respect for yourself, you will naturally demand respect from others without having to do much of anything. People who have self-respect treat everyone else with respect, but acknowledge that not everyone else will do the same. Rather than stooping to their level and disrespecting them, you should simply not interact with them because you should respect yourself enough to know that they are a waste of your time that could be spent on better people.

Self-respect is about being the kind of person that you are proud of and the kind of person that pleases the people you care about. If you reflect on your life and the things you have done and feel a strong sense of dignity, you likely possess a great deal of self-respect. The ability to have pride in yourself is the paramount aspect of self-respect. If you are not proud of who you are or what you’ve done in your life, then you could be selling yourself short or compromising your values. If your friends, family, and mentors are proud of you and respect you, that’s a great indicator that you are respecting yourself because people you know will view you as dignified. Respecting yourself is not limited to how you feel about yourself. Just as other people are valuable assets to your life, their opinions of you can be just as valuable as your own. If people who have your best interests at heart don’t see that you are fulfilling your potential to be a great person and make good decisions, then it may be necessary to adjust your life choices. That does not necessarily mean that you need to turn your life around just because a friend or family member disapproves. However, if several people who care about you are not proud of you or your actions, you should take their opinions into consideration and decide whether or not they are correct. Self-respect is about making the decisions that make yourself feel a sense of pride and worth, but it involves being the kind of person others can be proud of, too. If you respect yourself enough, you will respect the people who care about you and be humble enough to realize that they want what’s best for you and may have valuable advice to give.

Ultimately, if you are confident in yourself and proud of who you are, you are respecting yourself by being the person you wish to show the world. Treat others with the same respect you are giving to yourself, and most people will treat you well in return. Have enough respect for others to never treat people poorly, but have enough respect for yourself to know that you deserve to be surrounded by good people. Self-respect is the basis of a good relationship with yourself and eventually others, so it is imperative to build a strong foundation capable of withstanding anything.

-Amanda Mina, The Odyssey Online