Monday, May 13, 2024

Mother’s Day

Being a mom…what a joyful burden. It is life’s greatest oxymoron. 


The amount of feeling that goes into every choice and every action that these humans make is abundant. The constant evaluating, resetting, shifting, discipline, tenderness…


Sometimes it feels too heavy…


But then comes a lightness of a hug, a kiss, an “I love you” or “will you snuggle me”. 


I have never been so intrinsically aware of my downfalls, my flaws, my choices. 


I pray the storms, even though they may be violent, are soon to be met with sunshine and a time to rebuild. I pray that this and the moments that are heavy remains a moment that finds its way to the next point.  


Conversations in relation to rain that have had recently


- “The sky is crying too!”

- “We call it liquid sunshine.”


The juxtaposition of the two has my heart honing in on this idea of the season, the attitude, the build up…rain is more than water from the sky, the intensity, the temperature, the duration all feed into the way that I am able to appreciate the rain and the brightness of the sun dictates the presence of a rainbow. Maybe that is the focal point that I need to keep. Maybe the end of it is hope and faith that we are strong enough to endure, strong enough to love, strong enough to be broken and soaked but still go outside and look for the rainbow. 


Happy Mothers Day to the hearts of the longing, the burdened, the thriving, the loved and the missed!


Happy Mother’s Day to the overworked, defeated, and those holding on by a thread.


Happy Mother’s Day to those that were celebrated and those that weren’t. 


Happy Mother’s Day to those that are expecting and those that are surviving! 


Happy Mothers Day to you!

Monday, January 8, 2024

1/8/24

 January 8th. 

I am exhausted! Sincerely. 

Monday, January 1, 2024

1/1/2024

 January 1st... we meet again, this time in the tune of 2024. 

With the New Year comes NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS and honestly, I feel torn. Do I make them, do I not? If I don't am I uninspired by the idea of bettering myself, if I do what is the duration that I have to maintain in order to be successful?

RESOLUTION. It's not a new word, we all know it and use it. It is one of my favorites in fact I LOVE finding resolutions to problems.  I wonder though, are we doing ourselves a disservice by making halfhearted "New Year's Resolutions"? The terms of which are established as an obligatory offering for the new year. 

On one hand "new year new me" but on the other are we setting ourselves up by diluting the term?  I say that because I can only recall a smattering of conversation at the end of the year talking about their New Year's Resolution and how it changed their lives. The entire talk of New Year's Resolutions typically happens at the beginning of the year. We start off strong with all of these changes but then life happens, it becomes too much and then...we pivot. We can no longer maintain this resolution. 

Sometimes it feels like a scapegoat or a band aid. I am not going to stop completely, but I think it would be an interesting social experiment to look at it differently. Maybe our resolutions need to be more vague, or rather more all-encompassing. Is that an oxymoron a more vague, all-encompassing resolution? 

Resolution: 

- A firm decision to do or not to do something.

- The quality of being determined or resolute (admirably, purposeful, determined and unwavering).  

Are we FIRM in our decisions. Are we ACCOUTABLE for the things that we are resolute about? God knows that the world is full of people that are resolute (and absolute) in their opinions but are we maintaining the accountability for the ideals that we stand behind? 

I keep coming back to this idea of ACCOUNTABILITY. 

Maybe resolutions and accountability are intrinsically connected, and you cannot have one without the other. 

In November I signed a membership for a Pilates Studio - I can feel my body shifting, getting older, more rigid, less strong, less lean...I know that for my health I need to be more aware of what I am doing to feed my vessel and maintain its integrity. 

In 2024 I want to know that I helped write this chapter of my life. I want to end this year knowing that I played an integral part in what my life looks like. I want to know that regardless of the bitter and the sweet of life, I want to maintain accountability for how I handled myself. 

Will I be perfect? ABSOLUTELY NOT.

Will I have to apologize?  In the great words of Bert from Mary Poppins - INDUABIBLY!  

In the end what is important? I think it boils down to the idea of being resolute. 

Here's to 2024! 

Here's to being authentic, doing things that will support my mental and physical health, making mistakes but doing the best that I can with what I have and taking ownership of the roles I play in my life.

Here's to a continuation of focusing on responses born in love instead of fear, to loving my family and friends with fortitude and grace, for allowing people to have autonomy and growth.

Here's to connections with others and ourselves. 

Here's to gaining a more intimate relationship with my goals and resolutions. 

Here's to 2024 and all of the magic that exists in a world of possibilities. 

Sunday, December 31, 2023

December 31, 2023

December 31, 2023

12/31/23

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We are at the final countdown of 2023. It has been a year to write about and I am sure that it will come - a little now a little later.

I made a post before about my love for the number 23. It is my number, the one that when I see it I am immediately cognizant of my surroundings. It is that still small voice of a larger power that lets me know to pay attention. That I am seen. That there is more to life if you pause.

Enter 2023, I thought for sure that meant that this year was going to kick ass. I turned 40, celebrated 20 years of marriage, was feeling settled in my career change to travel and even started my year in Thailand. I just "knew" that this year was going to be BIG. I guess maybe I fantasized a little bit about what that would look like. Maybe it was travel more, maybe it would be that I found this new side of me that was bad ass and didn't care and I could put my own needs in front, and I would be this person...this new person. You know how you look at others and you think you they are a strong mamba jamba...I had high expectations for this year.

The entire year, I kept waiting for divine inspiration, to turn that corner. I kept justifying that this is just a setback, another lesson, I just needed to hold on because there was something coming JUST FOR ME.

I went on trips, visited new countries, saw new resorts and properties, met new people. This was the time to BE ME.

It felt like it hurt more when things didn't go the way I envisioned - not in the sense of having everything play out in a certain way but in the sense of this self-actualization - that I could change and create this space that was authentic and represented me. You see, I would take characteristics that I found strong and desirable, and I would be able to adopt them as my own.... because we get to dictate those things, right? I can sharpen the edges that I think are too dull and vice versa, I am the creator of my space and my identity.

It may be somewhat true. We have a say. We have a voice, but I think I have realized that the drive has to come from the right place. There were things that I wanted because I would hit professional thresholds, or I wanted to impress the "powers that be" and prove my worth based on my accomplishments or maybe I wanted to impress myself and prove my worth to myself. I wanted to write affirmations of what I needed in my life to make me happy - I like making XYZ. I like doing XYZ. 

I, I, I, I, I.....

I have been hell bent that 2023 was going to be something spectacular and that this chapter of my life was going to end with a freaking exclamation mark, and it was going to be the year of ME - the YEAR OF FAITH. Every hiccup along the way was like it was testing my faith. Would this be the thing that breaks me and stands in the way of me and 'my year'? 

WHIPLASH - There was a theme that started early on. It hurt to watch friendships be redefined. It hurt to hear people I love talking about me. It hurt to feel the shifting of conversations and notice the side looks. It hurt when people acted vindictively knowing that they could create a narrative and abstain from accountability. 

But I am a problem solver, a peacekeeper and a FIXER!

Why did it look like I was trying to DO IT MYSELF? Easy, I needed to come forward, expose myself, show vulnerability and allow a genuine space of trust to take its place. FAIL  

I wasn't trying to do it myself - I love teamwork, I love a good debate or devil's advocate, I love being surrounded by people with a different perspective. I love being impressed by humans and their gifts. 

I am not here to DO IT MYSELF - I was PIVOTING with the changing environment. 

Have you ever heard the ideology that you will keep lessons repeat themselves until you learn from them? This idea that what you see as problems, challenges, irritations or frustrations are new renditions of a truth that you need to learn about yourself or your surroundings? It all comes back to YOU

You cannot change people; you have no control the only thing/person you have control over is YOU. The real test is whether you are aware, and can you implement the lessons you have learned. 

This year has been a year of WHIPLASH & PIVOTING  and LEANING IN. 
Leaning into lesson that have been learned in years past. Leaning into a person that I know. Learning to love that person and remembering that she is who she is because of what she has been through. She is multidimensional. She trusts. She is mindful. Oftentimes she struggles to put her full weight behind any topic because she knows the importance of personal truths and that nobody is 100% right or wrong.  She has been bent and broken. She has healed with scars. She feels the energy of others and of the spaces that surround her. She listens. She has needs that make her feel alive. She is intuitive and a great problem solver. She is kind and loves deeply. She is not for everyone. She is an empath. She is beautifully made even when she hates the way she looks, sounds. reacts...

I often find myself in the 'Instagram/Facebook Reel' cycle (that always lasts longer than you think it was going to when you started) and I stumbled on my good James Van Der Beek from Dawson's Creek. It was a silly little reel, one that grabbed me it was about how to clean the door of a fireplace. The message was that the cure is often in the disease...to get of the soot off of the glass doors of the fireplace use the ash to make a paste instead of investing in all of the creams and cleansers. Why did that hit me? Why did it imbed itself into my consciousness? All I know is that last night while I was tucking my kids in, I thought of the date. Tomorrow will be the last day of 23.

12/31/23

1-2-3-1-2-3. 1-2-3-1-2-3. 1-2-3-1-2-3.

The finality of it all. This is the ONLY time I will ever see this number in my life - it feels significant and yet so small...minute really.

When I wake up, I scroll, it is what I do while I am in that space of just barely awake and not. This morning I was focused on the end of 2023. I saw at some point a few things referencing the numerology of 2024 as we gear up for the NEW YEAR. I questioned what 2023 was...Yes, I can do the math and know that if 2024 is eight then 2023 would be seven but I was ready to start my day and quite frankly, the thoughts that I have immediately upon waking up are often inspiring and food for my soul.

SEVEN. "the number of introspection, intuition, and divinity, expect a major soul and spiritual awakening to shake up the collective. Seven's energy symbolizes the power of knowledge and belief systems. In spiritual numerology, seven represents divine consciousness and mental genius. This is the number of intellectualism, science, and the occult. A seeker and seer, intuitive seven symbolizes the journey of life and self-realization.  Seven's mission is to uncover the true meaning and purpose of life."

"That said, the numerical energy of 2023 empowers you to tap into your most philosophical, ritualistic, intimate, and supernatural self. This is the year to go beyond the surface-level self-care tactics and tap into the higher vibrations of life. For instance, when was the last time you planned a solo trip, booked a reading with your favorite astrologer, and incorporated moments of stillness into your daily routines?

"At the same time, 2023's universal year seven teaches us the importance of trial and error. Rather than fretting over what could go wrong, seven's mysterious spirit enjoys going behind the scenes and experimenting with new tools and techniques, so don't be afraid to tiptoe out of your comfort zone."

"In fact, despite the desire for a quiet and peaceful life, the energy of seven will bless us with profound concentration and analytical skills, making this an excellent year to further your studies and specialize in a trade. That said, expect a rise of new faces and influences this year, as seven is known for being highly praised for its unique discoveries and theories. Known for its ability to see and know beyond the physical, seven reminds us that the best things in life are yet to be discovered."

Turns out - 2023 was exactly what it was supposed to be...

It is an END and a BEGINNING in the same breath.

Cheers to 2023 and all of the life that was lived!

1-2-3-1-2-3 GO!

Wednesday, August 11, 2021

8/10/21

Yikes. There is a shift occurring. I am happy to be home there are so many things that I have neglected over the years and there are times that I chose my job over my duties as a wife and Mother, I mean, that is who is signing my checks right????


it has been a nice break though. I may keep painting with Wendy. I have to figure out what my trajectory is going to be. 

thomas & Allyson wedding

Hggg

Saturday, June 19, 2021

June 2021

During Scott’s family call 

Dick & Dale

My grandparents represent something for me that is visceral. Last week my Samantha Dale passed away. I am very sad that the ability to make new memories are gone. I am sad because I am really going to miss her. Like, a lot. 

I am so grateful that she was mine and that I was hers. She told me things that I didn’t always love to hear and things that I didn’t always believe but she taught me so much in the things she brought up and moved through than I can truly define. It wasn’t always the words the majority of the time it was the feelings, the emotions, that taught me the most about love and compassion.  I remember in my most insecure times she would tell me that I was beautiful and worth loving and at the same time point out that I had no boobs. Somehow she made the things that seemed so “big” in my world feel so very small in comparison to other things. She made me laugh thinking about those things. They were just things. Just insecurities. 

Monday, May 11, 2015

Life

Sometimes life is hard.

There is always some sort of decision to be made and there is always something to do.  And regardless of what you choose there are consequences and no matter how much you do there is always more to do. I am feeling that way right now. Always something to do. Decisions to be made.

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Death

I went and visited a friend who is in the hospital. She is not doing well. She has lost and is still actively losing her battle with cancer. I didn't know that it was as bad as it was. I didn't know that things could go from bad to worse so fast. I guess I did know that but I have been so centered and focused on getting my life to a point that I feel like it mine again that it has been hard to focus on other things and other people. I have been selfish.

As I was sitting there I was instantly taken back to when my aunt died. I watched her take her last breathe.  They looked eerily the same. Their faces. The way they were breathing. It was all so real and so devastating and sad. I don't like death. I don't like to say goodbye to loved ones. I have a really hard time adjusting to life without them. I still have my grandmom's number in my phone and every so often I think that I will call her but then I remember that she is not there, she will not answer.

Death is hard. Life is fragile. There is no guarantee that we get to live a long life.

I hate that it takes such a sad thing to re-put things into perspective.

Sunday, January 27, 2013

I just overheard this conversation.

B: Monroe, when we die dad will bury us. And then Jesus will un-bury us and we will be alive again.

All the while Monroe is just agreeing.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

5 years...

Hands down BEST VALENTINE EVER!!!!

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