The little girl in me…

So upon the advice of my therapist, or myself, I’m listening to my little girl self. She wants a birthday party. She wants it to be just for her. She wants a special theme and activities and decorations. She wants to pick it all out and see all her friends come together to have fun.

So that’s what I’m doing! I’m throwing myself a good old fashioned birthday party!

With a winter birthday, we always went sledding. It was fun, but it wasn’t what the other kids were doing…and my mom did the best she could, but we didn’t have a lot of money for stuff like decorations or party favors when we were little…and being a twin, it was always both our friends, and I had to share the attention. Is it too much to ask for it to be about me just this once?

Now mind you, my mom always made us each our own birthday cakes: chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting for me and strawberry jello cake with cool whip for my sister.

Oddly, I asked for chocolate chip that year, but also, the wrong cakes are in front of us!

We always got to choose our own friends, and it wasn’t so bad. But even at an early age, I was aching to just be celebrated independently of my sister, especially because she had a powerful personality. I was quick to be the quiet one. Well, I hear that as an infant, I was the loud one, but somewhere along the way, that changed…not sure when why or how…

Anyway, I can’t wait to celebrate my birthday with friends! It’ll be unicorn themed with a piñata and musical chairs, decorations and balloons! I’ll let you know how it goes!

And on a side note, when I was 6 years old, I wanted a horse for my birthday. Our wonderful neighbor dressed up as a horse for me…my fondest birthday memory from my childhood❤️

I’m not the only one growing and healing…

Had a conversation with my husband last night. He was finally honest with me about how my friendship with a guy made him feel. After a lot of listening, I told him to turn it around: when he was grieving his sister and father, I was feeling the way he’d been feeling. But instead of months, it was years. Instead of jealousy, I was burdened with isolation and extreme pressure. It’s not a competition, and there’s no blame. Only perspective and empathy and understanding. I explained that the friendship met a need for me that he wasn’t able to meet, my husband relied on me for everything for so long that my friendship with this man that didn’t rely on me for anything, filled a void.

I think my husband is finally ready to fill that gap again. And I couldn’t be happier. I’m so proud of his personal growth and vulnerability…I wasn’t sure I’d ever see it, but I guess we all have setbacks before we leap forward…

She’s using my skills against me…and it’s so dang helpful

Once again my talented therapist is surprising me with her insight and skillfulness. I’ve been having some repetitive thoughts and trying to make them stop only makes them worse. She ever so carefully steered me into how to get to the root of those thoughts without my awareness, with no pressure, and an ease that allowed for openness.

So here it is…her magical approach:

If a child in your care was having a tough time letting go of some feelings, how would you help that child move through it?

So simple. First I would listen to the child, because after all, every child wants to feel heard. I would then observe the child’s behavior to look for non-verbal communication. Children’s behavior is a such an enlightening form of expression and communication. Next, I would find activities or roles based on my observations that I could offer to empower the child and build on that child’s strengths, ultimately meeting the unmet needs.

Damn she’s good. She got me so focused on the child that popped into my mind that I forgot I was talking about myself! But here comes the tough part, right? Looking at myself as the child instead of the teacher…well, she put me in my secure role as educator and so I carried that feeling with me as I dove in.

So here I am sitting there thinking that I have to listen to my young self. And that child says nothing. She is silent and trying to make herself small, trying not to cause any trouble or unwanted tension. She wants someone to notice her, to listen to her. She wants someone to ask her what she thinks, and she wants to be listened to when she answers. She wants others to want her. She wants others to accept her. She wants others to feel comfortable with her. She wants to be seen for who she is becoming, and she wants to cheer on the others who are becoming…

Here I go…

  • Writing my blog helps me feel heard and I love that others find inspiration in my words and thoughts. (Keep it up!)
  • I’ll never be seen if I don’t let others have the opportunity to see me, so I am putting myself out there. (Be brave!)
  • I will keep becoming myself, and accept who I am, since my own acceptance is of paramount importance.
  • I will keep working toward being comfortable with myself and the comfort of others will come on it’s own (right?)
  • And finally, I will begin to let go of the fear…fear of rejection, loss, fear that I will never again find the connections like those I’ve had in my life.

Wish me luck…it’ll be a process, a trial of sorts with some backslides and failures, but I’ll get there.

Friendship Follow-Up

Faced with changing and evolving friendships, I’ve been examining what I expect out of my friendships. One of the things I didn’t realize is so important to me is being physically present. I’ve had pen pals in the past, and though the letters were a bright spot for me, they were punctuated by seeing friends in real life. The outings and visits sparked more conversations and commonalities to continue to build a relationship, galvanizing the connection.

a hug or looking into a friends eyes is the ultimate affirmation of friendship.  It cements the connection and relationship between myself and the other person, and it is the most authentic and meaningful way to show someone you care

I suppose that’s part of why we become friends with those we spend the most time, like our colleagues. And I suppose that’s why people like me, who work alone, struggle with friendships…or maybe it’s the other way around? Huh.

“Pain is Love” a misunderstood quote

My friend has this quote tattooed on his arm and I always thought it was cynical and negative, and honestly quite sad. But as I step into the new year, I’ve been thinking about it, and I get it now. The article below says it so much better than me so please read it, but I will grab some highlights for you that resonated with me in particular.

https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.huffpost.com/entry/why-can-love-be-so-painful-6-ways-to-heal-and-move-on_b_5134565/amp

Love is painful, because it transforms you. Love is growth.

Love means the death of the ego, because love cannot be controlled.

To suffer in love is not to suffer in vain; it takes you to higher levels of consciousness.

The transformation we all go through is from control of the mind to vulnerability of the heart.

With love, the ego drops and the soul arises. Love is food for the soul.

Go through the dark night and you reach a beautiful sunrise.

This song just came on, and the line “hell will always come before you grow” captured my ear

update: after some consideration, I think the expression should be pain from love…it hurts because of the love we have for one another…

Proof that the Ocean Inspires Me…

This morning I woke up early, put on my favorite pink sweats and my new sneakers. I filled up my favorite mug with hot tea and walked down to the beach. I walked about half a mile, and sat down to watch the remainder of the sunrise.

I could see just a little light peeking through the gray clouds. Sitting down on the cement and granite steps, I propped up my phone and put on the time lapse camera. I wanted to film it, but thought it more important to just be in the moment. So glad I did that, it was so much more vibrant in real life. Not to say the video isn’t awesome though! Here it is:

While watching this, I noticed the cloud cover that kept trying to keep the sun at bay. I started to think about the clouds in my life, the stress, difficult relationships, depression, and all the worries that bog me down. I picture the sun as my true and best self trying to push aside the clouds, struggling to break through and shine.

Sometimes the clouds are easily swept aside. Other days, they are more persistent and block the way. But the sun always rises, it always shines through.

Your true self will always shine through the darkest clouds, and now and then, you’ll have some cloudless skies where you feel like you can be yourself. On the cloudy days, keep shining, because the clouds will pass. Besides, sunlight passing through clouds can make for some colorful skies and even rainbows!

A trip to the ocean…my favorite prescription

I’m sure you’ve noticed by now, I’ve got a thing for the ocean. It’s funny, when I was a kid, I hated everything about the ocean. I’d moan and groan about the smell the most! Now it’s a smell I enjoy, and look forward to.

I have taken little trips to the ocean over the past couple of years, either by myself, or with my family. I have found a few things about these getaways to be healing for me. I’ll tell you why the ocean is my favorite prescription!

  • Getting out of my day-to-day environment motivates me to get out of my routine, allowing for new patterns and habit changes. It also removes cues that encourage me to overthink and wallow.
  • The open sky and vast water remind me that there is something so much bigger than myself out there. I’m in awe at the power of the waves and the limitless horizon. Puts my woes in perspective.
  • Alone time with no chores, therefore no guilt about said chores, allows me to feel my feelings in my own way, in my own time, and promotes healing.
  • The ocean energizes me, and so I exercise more when I’m here. And exercise is perfect for my anxiety ridden and depressed state, providing much needed endorphins!
  • Time seems to stop when I’m at the ocean, walking on the beach or even just sitting near shore. The back and forth of the waves and water slow my mind, my breathing, and soothe me.
  • There is also the negative ions that give me a boost…when the waves crash, negative ions are released and increase the flow of oxygen to the brain. Learn more about negative ions here

There you have it…my seat here on the beach is getting chilly!

I made a difference today…and it feels good!

I received an email last week about a book program, the coordinator is trying to spend the grant money by the end of 2018, having trouble, is anyone interested in being part of it…well, we’ve all been incredibly busy but I decided that free books…why not?! So I read the information, didn’t seem so tough. I just have to present material that I learned in a workshop to families and collect their feedback. They all get free books, and I get a small stipend and professional credit.

I emailed the coordinator and she was so glad to have someone willing to participate in this program last minute. I asked if I could do two of the sessions, and she told me: “You are a Christmas miracle! You’ve made my Monday!”

Turns out she’s been having some personal problems that have left her a little behind at work. She was candid with me…and even though I helped her, she helped me. Here is what she said to me:

I absolutely thank you. To be honest, the last two months have been extremely challenging for me personally and your participation in this program is, like I said before, a surprising gift that alleviates an unbelievable amount of stress for me professionally.

Pain…

I heard a quote recently and it spoke to me…so I looked it up and it led me to a much longer quote from which it came. It’s beautiful, articulate, but also relatable on so many levels.

I’ve experienced pain throughout my life, both chronic and acute. This helps me to remember that there is something to be gained or learned from pain. But I’ve also learned that sometimes the pain is an indicator of self sacrifice and love, and sometimes it’s the voice of your conscience saying that you are doing the right thing. If only it came with a little discipline…doing the painful and right thing is tough, especially when making a choice. And sometimes, the choice is made for us, and there’s nothing we can do but muddle through it and take control of the little things in our life.

And here are my tips on how to move through emotional pain, partly for any of you, but also to remind myself:

  • Let yourself feel it
  • Lean on the people in your life
  • Give yourself time
  • Allow for set backs, and try again
  • Search for and cherish the positives
  • Be grateful for what was, is and will be
  • Think of others, and the impact of your self sacrifice
  • Listen to the good things people tell you and believe them

I’m working through some acute pain right now, I’ve officially declared that I’m letting go of my dear friend that I’ve referred to before. I’m letting go for his sake, for the sake of his family and balance in his life, but it hurts. Especially since it’s a choice, and because he and I have had such an impact in each other’s lives, we are both richer for it. I know I’m doing the right thing, but then again, I feel like I’m casting aside one of the best people in my life when I should be holding that person close and cherishing the friendship.

My best friend died. His best friend is in jail. Shouldn’t we honor those friendships by being grateful that we are both here and able to be in each other’s lives?

Grief 5 Years Later…

I’ve experienced a lot of loss in my family, my husbands family, classmates, community members…but the loss of my dear friend Laura was the roughest on me (sorry mom). When you choose to bring a person into your circle, into your life, it’s got a different significance than who you happen to have in your life already.

Laura was kind, thoughtful, but also down to earth and flawed. She held her flaws close, but shared them with me from the beginning…we had a comfort with each other almost right away that was easy. I’ll never forget the evening she told me about the lump in her neck…

We were having dinner together on an early November evening. She had the roasted garlic potato soup and I had the pumpkin ravioli. We chatted quite a while and when I noticed the lump on her neck, she said she’d have it checked as soon as her insurance kicked in in January. While I completely understood waiting for financial reasons, I told her not to let it go longer than that. But that evening, I had the thought: it’s cancer and she’s going to die. I can’t explain it, to have not just a feeling, but the sure and certain knowledge of what was to come was overwhelming. Sure enough, the doctor saw her on a Wednesday in January and took it out two days later on his lunch break, telling her he was 99% sure it was cancer. From there, scans and tests and chemo…and by July she was cancer free. But she struggled to shake a cough, taking steroids to reduce inflammation changed her appearance and did little to help..In October, they did a biopsy of her lungs, and she was hospitalized for good after that. Early November brought news that she wasn’t conscious, relied on a ventilator, and had an uphill battle. I knew she would not come back to us, I knew that life had been too hard for her, that she didn’t want to fight anymore, and that she knew letting go was the kindest thing her family could do for her. Her paperwork was quite clear: after two weeks on a ventilator, with no signs of improvement, she was to be taken off life support. She only lasted a week on the machines, her body just couldn’t keep going.

Laura was one of the most perfect imperfect people I’ve ever met. She was nurturing and gentle, and a dear friend. I’ve been finally allowing people into my heart again, and though I’ve been hurt, I’ve also been healed. I’m not much for heaven and all that, but I believe she is with me, and that she sent me a couple of wonderful people to help fill the Laura-shaped hole in my heart.