Category Archives: Gratitude
Musings from the Laundromat: Friends & Change edition
I’m musing on my notepad since the internet connection is not connecting at the laundromat.
I was thinking on the way over, of change.
It’s amazing sometimes isn’t it, when we look back over the years, sometimes months or even just days and think ‘If I knew then that things would be so different now …”
Then what?
Nothing, that’s what.
You’d end up changing the outcome by knowing what it was supposed to be.
That whole seeing into the future thing is not a good idea.
If you knew a job wasn’t going to work out – you might quit before learning a valuable skill you needed for later.
If you knew a relationship wasn’t going to end up being your ‘forever after’, you might abandon it before experiencing new emotions, or becoming stronger for having made mistakes.
A song was on the radio in the car and it reminded me of someone.
I think about exes from time to time – then I segue off onto wondering if I ever cross their minds.
I hope I do.
They all meant something to me and always will.
So back to change …
Since the start of the year I have now been in 3 different jobs, gone from not knowing what life would be like without the constant that is my son, to living alone lately.
The thing that hasn’t changed, and rarely does, are the friends I have.
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I was surprised to hear a friend was coming to town that I usually only see once a year, usually Christmas time. It was literally Christmas in July to get to see her for dinner Sunday night!
On the heels of ‘friend Sunday’ came ‘inevitable Monday’ and a pretty rough week.
Work is amazing, I love my new position.
The logo I created was delivered and stuck to our freshly painted red wall … I remember the first time I was published and seeing the paper – yeah, it was a little like that.
I’m blurring so much here – but want you to see the logo at least. I assure you, the wall does not look like a horrid smudge of letters.
We’re still figuring out procedures and I’m still on a crash course of figuring out how to do what I do. This I have no problem with. I adapt. I learn quickly, that was no lie on my resume.
My forte is creation. Creation, progression and completion. Love it.
Needless to say though, even a whole day doing your favorite things can be exhausting.
I found myself coming home and sitting on the couch in a hyper-minded/numb-bodied state every evening.
On top of the exhilarating chaos that is the birth of a new company, we had ‘sabotage day’ or ‘Cablegate’ as I am thinking of it now.
Our suite connects to the old company we all worked for. It was sadly closing while we were opening. A very emotional thing to watch.
I get attached to people and routines. After 3 1/2 years, to see the people I care about slowly leaving, while an office that once thrived emptied to nothing but a shell – well, it wasn’t pleasant to say the least.
Our office parties, the holidays we shared, the smell of Thanksgiving turkey, the sounds of laughter – phones ringing, microwaves beeping, deliveries arriving – the hustle and bustle, Gone.
All gone now.
It was down to just the Broker this past week – and a trickling of agents bringing out the last of the items going with them.
One morning I arrived to the news that the keys to the mail box were missing and all the drawers had been left open.
Did I know where they were? No, I did not.
Also the internet was down.
No problem, I told the Broker he could use our WIFI, I would give him the code.
I finally made it into our suite only to discover that our internet was not working either … nor our phones.
The utility closet that houses the cables and technical ‘things’ is located in the old office.
And it was locked.
And that key shared the key chain that had gone missing.
A locksmith was called out and after summoning the internet technicians out too, the long and short of it is that someone had come in the night and left a final ‘F-you!’ for us. (Yes, we have a very good idea who it was – no, we have no proof)
Equipment lay on the floor of the closet and various pieces hung from the wall. Then, discovered hidden in the ceiling, the recently cut wires that connected our suite to the outside world.
The police were called – locks were changed and a temporary fix was made to attach cables to the frayed ends of the severed ones.
Sabotage.
A lot of talk about karma came up. I’m of the mind that anyone angry enough or capable of such a crime already has to live with themselves.
We were back up and running and were not going to let that set-back have anymore power (or lack of) over us than it deserved.
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Friday arrived and I was ready for a relaxing weekend.
I climbed out of my car, came through my gate and opened the front door.
And was greeted by – silence.
Butters was nowhere to be seen – or heard. And trust me, my hairy manatee is an excitable girl. She wriggles and whines and leaps at my return.
I had locked the door so she couldn’t be out?
Then slowly, a small noise and as I set my purse down, she limped out of my bedroom.
She hadn’t eaten – hadn’t taken a drink from her water bowl. Her tail hung between her legs and she moved gingerly.
I dropped to the floor beside her and started an examination – and to my horror, she let me.
I’ll try to describe her exuberance … I can’t get a leash on her in any time under 20 minutes. Trying to get her to stay still for her collar after a bath is like trying to hold back a herd of children at the Disneyland gates.
And she lay there – letting me probe between her pads for burrs – press her leg to test for warmth or tender spots.
I could see nothing out of the usual.
She then left me to lay in the bathroom. Not limping. (Perhaps she had just been laying awkwardly on it before I got home?) Now she was listless, shivering and unmoving.
I checked her ears, her eyes, her gums, her stomach … all the while wondering “What will I do? How will I afford to get her care??” And telling her – “Don’t you leave me.”
My eyes welled with tears as I reached out to the online community for ideas.
My friend that ‘always knows when to show up’ threw some clothes on and abandoned her Friday night after her own long week, and headed over to be with us.
Butters perked up a little.
“Maybe she’s depressed.” Said my friend.
She had a point.
Life as she had known it had changed too.
From having the run of the yard all day to being shut indoors – and the absence of her boy. Big changes for a little canine world.
Perhaps she was just depressed.
By the time my friend left, she seemed to have perked up. I stayed up with her until after 1 a.m. to be sure.
The next morning she was herself again.
Just like that!
I quickly went to the grocery store returning with lots of dog treats – cleaned the house and just as I finished Butters barked at the front door. (Music to my ears to hear her vocalize by the way.)
In walked my friend holding coffee and polystyrene boxes.
“I brought brunch.”
We sat across from each other and shared half of each box. Butters was treated to some bacon.
“My heart is smiling at my stomach right now,” I said. “This is right up there – top 10 happiest moments.”
And it was.
My dog was okay, my friend had showed up and the food was amazing.
Before she left I added, “You’re her favorite person that comes over.”
“I’m the only person who comes over.”
I had to laugh at that.
Point well made – but things change. Could be in a few months that I don’t even live here anymore.
But I can count on who will walk through my front door.
I can always count on my friends.
And I don’t want to know the future – because I might miss something getting there.
Until next time –
Defining Forgiveness
Forgiveness.
Through processing how to authentically achieve this, I became so stuck on the definition I had in my head, I all but decided there were some people I could never forgive!
I knew I had to change my definition.
It’s easy for me to forgive someone when they’ve owned their responsibility, changed their behavior and are not repeating the same patterns and ceased to harm.
It’s also easy for me to forgive when I can understand that something in someone is broken.
And to be honest, it’s easy for me to forgive when what they have done reflects my own past indiscretions.
If I am guilty of having once caused the same harm to another, I have empathy which goes a long way to my original definition of forgiving.
Or perhaps, if I’m really being honest – forgiving those who have perpetrated a wrong doing that I have been guilty of – affords me some measure of absolution for my own behavior.
And that is wrong.
Not being a religious person, I can’t turn to theological definitions or procedure when it comes to forgiveness. I can be open to their ideas of course, many truths are universal and have a common thread in a variety of cultures and religious teachings.
But here I thought I couldn’t begin the process of forgiveness until I felt completely ready to pardon the person who had harmed me – and I don’t do things in half measures.
I love, detest, work and forgive with my whole heart, body and soul – or not at all.
This is not an easy topic – so I reached out to some friends for their thoughts and definitions, I said ‘There’s no right answers’.
I also asked, is forgiveness Selfish or Selfless? And so the sharing began to flow.
I’ll use only their first names – but here is a sampling of responses:
Scot: there is nothing selfish about authentic forgiveness. It is needed for personal happiness. As long as we struggle with attachment to things, emotional responses, memories or make decisions based from an attachment based place we are not exhibiting authentic forgiveness. And that is selfish. Because of the attachment to self or ego if you prefer.
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Selina: I’ve stopped forgiving , it is like giving that person an extra bullet and say here its ok try again :)) in my mind I eliminate them from my thoughts other words their are deceased, now it takes the most dirtiest despicable low life conniving ugly person to make me cut them out of my life but I have run across a couple of them but I now feel relieved I cut ties and saved me the stress:)))
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Haley: You find compassion for others for being human and flawed, and you forgive them. In return, you can more easily and often do the same for yourself….and in doing so- let go of all those nasty “shoulds”, both for yourself and for others, that drive us all insane.
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Ann: Forgiveness is a gift. Given for the satisfaction of giving, inspiring, sharing. It is not selfish however it is given in most part for self fulfillment. One cannot be fully sure of how the gift will be received and or appreciated…..that falls to the recipient. If I apologize to you for whatever reason and you spit back at me I still, if genuinely given, have the pleasure of doing what was right for me. If you embrace my apology well then even better. Forgiveness is a gift…..intended for the pleasure of both giver and receiver. If it does not work out it is still a gift. Kinda like the Christmas gift from great Aunt Edna of a box of jello. She knows you love jello and it makes her happy to think of you enjoying that fun delicious treat.
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Jennifer: God forgives us, so we should forgive others.
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Alyce: My take on forgiveness, you can be hurt really badly by someone- but a time comes when we no longer wish them ill or mentally wish for retaliation etc. We don’t need to go out of our way to befriend them or spend time with them, but we are free from wishing harm to come to them, we wish them well in their world.
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I love that everyone spoke from their heart.
I cherish diversity – and while I agreed with parts of all of their opinions, I still wasn’t finding that one thing that clicked in my heart and summed things up for me until I read this:
That I can do!
The fact is, that when we are harmed, damage occurs.
That saying: ‘You don’t drink poison and expect your enemy to die’ rings true, we do have to let go and move beyond our pain – we are only hurting ourselves further and stunting our growth if we sit in our pain.
It’s certainly not exacting revenge on the perpetrator, in fact, it maintains their power.
I then thought of the saying and took it to another level – most people don’t purposely drink the poison.
Those with scars stemming from suffering forced upon them are in fact victims – having had something toxic poured into them without consent.
What happens after it’s inside you?
That is entirely up to you.
You can remain a victim, or you can begin to heal.
You may not have a way to heal the physical damage or erase the memories of the taste of the posion in your mouth.
It may take time until the sensation of the hand that wielded the metaphorical or literal weapon or the smells/sounds/sense memories burned into your subconscious during the offense begin to fade.
But out it must come if there is to be any chance!
There are labels on poisonous household liquids – ‘if swallowed, do not induce vomiting’. The reason for that is that it can do more harm to come into contact with your fragile insides once more.
Debilitating pain from injury and abuse are just as toxic, but MUST be purged.
Coming back up is bound to be painful – but necessary.
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I had the great honor of speaking to someone yesterday who is, for me, the epitome of forgiveness. Mrs. Eva Mozes Kor.
I reached out to her for wisdom – this is a woman who is strong, independent, funny, kind and oh so wise.
She is a twin survivor of Dr. Mengele’s experiments at Auschwitz.
Even at such a tender age, she was determined to live through her ordeal. She was orphaned, suffered unimaginably at the hands of Mengele and teetered between life and death – determined to survive to save herself and her sister.
Then years later … she forgave the Nazis.
Where does that strength come from???
I needed to know.
I wanted to speak with this amazing woman for any advice she might have about life in general.
I was to call her at 1:00 O’Clock – all day I glanced at the clock and when it was time, all I could do was stare at the phone.
The moment I heard her voice say my name, all nerves washed away.
Her first question to me: “Do you want to be free?”
Yes. Yes I wanted to be free.
I had no intention of interviewing her – of mentioning our chat here. I only wanted, as a woman, and student of life, to soak up lessons she could pass on to me.
But after our long conversation, I was fixated on ‘forgiveness’, knew I must write about the topic and sent her a message asking if I could include some of her words in this piece.
Her response was an enthusiastic yes.
“My Dear Amanda,
Forgiveness is my mission, my passion and my salvation from a life of victim hood. Once I discovered this simple idea, which is free and everybody can afford it. I am willing to climb to a mountain top and yell at the top of my voice; Forgive your worst enemy, and forgive everybody who has hurt you, it will heal your soul and set you free. Forgiveness is an act of self liberation, self-healing and self empowerment. Anger is a seed for war, forgiveness is a seed for peace. So, Amanda, by all means help me sow those seeds for peace into this troubled world.”
And so I shall.
I share with you what her answer was to my question: So then what is the difference between acceptance and forgiveness?
She went on to say that the perpetrators need not even know they have been forgiven. You are taking your power back in the simple act of forgiving.
She gave me an assignment, which I will be doing. And now that I have a better understanding, and new definition of forgiveness, I feel I will get it all out and succeed.
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The last thoughts I have on this topic are these.
If you cannot find it in your heart to authentically forgive another – forgive yourself.
Forgive yourself for being in fear, for not feeling strong enough to release the pain.
We are only human after all.
When the time is right – it will happen.
This is another thing Eva shared with me – it does take time!
I laughed, as I did a lot during our conversation and said: “Will I really have to twirl on a hill? It’s really hot outside.”
And to laugh – and to seek answers and to want to learn and grow is a great way to begin to process forgiveness.
‘Never Forget’ and Never Forget To Vote!
Today has got to be one the best days yet for my love, Rainer.
I can’t help but smile knowing how much fruit is being born from years and years of effort.
His twitter feed has been alive with positive comments – support and appreciation.
I know that does his heart and soul good. He has hoped for so much, expected so little and is humbly shocked by the response today.
My shadowed man, bathed in light.
But more than that – the importance of his work is being noticed for what it is.
Years of facing opposition and negativity for fighting the good fight is paling in comparison to the outpour of love from those that saw this today:
I am so proud. So grateful for everyone involved in the campaign.
Please visit this site: http://www.neverforgettovote.com
I am once again reminded, that there is such GOOD in the world.
We must never forget! And we must always be brave and proactive.
We can all make a difference!
I’ve also updated our website: http://www.daserbedeskommandanten.com
You can find links to recent activity and interviews, and behind the scenes photos of the making of the above campaign video.
I’ll be updating as fast as I can with upcoming media events etc.
Thank you, to all of Rainer’s new followers – and to all involved in supporting this cause.
Never Forget.
Never Forget To Vote!
For The Longest Time
I’ve been under going a transformation.
I won’t compare it to that of a caterpillar to a butterfly … but rather a snake shedding its skin.
Outgrowing my old, dull, scarred protective layer and using every muscle to pull free – brushing up against rough things to shed that final piece.
What has emerged is raw, sensitive, achingly new and wonderful.
I have a twinkle in my eye. A secret smile. A feeling of hope – and promise.
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I sat outside earlier and watched the last of the suns rays playing with the cloud cover … a breeze moved my long hair. I was glad in that moment I had not decided to cut it.
Billy Joel drifted to me from a nearby house “I’m that voice you’re hearing in the hall …” I exhaled – closed my eyes. I felt in that moment, beautiful.
I felt that I was enough.
That I was awakening.
“I haven’t been there for the longest time
I had second thoughts at the start
I said to myself
Hold on to your heart”
I seem to have suddenly gone from ‘what will I be?’ to ‘I know just who I am.’ And the woman in me approves.
My inner goddess that craves touch – intimacy – interaction and laughter has been given the green-light by the cautious, anxious mother in me.
It’s my turn.
“Now I know the woman that you are
You’re wonderful so far
And it’s more that I hoped for”
I thought this newly emerged ‘me’ was my secret – but she’s not. Others have noticed. That I’m smiling more. Laughing more. Being bolder and have a glow to me.
I’m spending more time with friends – noticing the opposite sex.
I’m completely and delightfully aware that anything is possible. And giving myself permission to explore that.
“I don’t care what consequence it brings
I have been a fool for lesser things”
And I haven’t felt that for the longest time.




















