Blog Archives
It’s working out
Just got back from a very productive day at work and a workout that had sweat falling into my eyes.
Love it.
I’ve never felt more focused, confident or capable.
My son messaged me today while I was at work that he was going to dinner with his girlfriend to celebrate 10 months. Where he got the aptitude for relationship longevity is a mystery.
Certainly not from me – and clearly not from his absentee father sperm donor.
I’m proud of him.
He was leaving for school last night and I noticed how ‘college-y’ he looked. Book bag, shorts, beanie – tall and handsome.
Last week I had driven home for lunch and as I was leaving the house to return, I passed him on our road. We stopped and spoke from our respective drivers side windows and the whole moment was so surreal!
It seems like only yesterday he was driving that same road with such trepidation – having just acquired his permit – with me nervously giving direction.
Life has definitely moved forward.
I read some of my older posts and it seems like two different people!
I find myself trusting that no matter what’s to come, I can handle it. Because time after time, I’ve come through what has worried me. Succeeded in what I thought might be too difficult. Conquered what I feared trying.
Much like me lately, everything is just ‘working out’.
Blossoming from the weeds
On my drive home today, I saw an elderly person weeding their front yard.
I was reminded of something that had a profound effect on me almost four years ago.
____________________
It was a time when it was imperative I get out of self. That I reach out and be of service to others.
Summer in the desert, and I noticed an old woman on my street tending to her weeds. It was hot. In the mid 120’s.
I parked, set my belongings inside and walked up the street to her house and called out.
“Hello?”
She didn’t hear me.
“Hello?”
She looked up from her crouched position, and from under her sun hat met my gaze.
“Yes?”
I was eager and just knew that she would think I was wonderful.
“May I help you weed your yard?”
I waited a beat – smile on my face.
“No thank you.” She said, with a peaceful smile on her own face.
I wasn’t expecting that.
I gauged her expression a moment to be sure she really didn’t want my help … bid her a good day and went home.
Wow.
It hadn’t dawned on me for even a second, that perhaps she was content in her task.
That perhaps she enjoyed what she was doing.
Or that she knew how much more satisfied she would be when the sun went down, looking out at her weed-free yard, that she had done the work.
I have never forgotten her or that moment.
It was an epiphany of sorts for me.
____________________
I’ve heard people speak of what they would do if they won the lottery:
“I’d give some to my family and friends.”
“I’d buy my children houses.”
“I’d find needy people and help them.”
Help them.
Such a noble and selfless intention – yet …
Don’t we have to be careful who we help and how?
Am I doing it for them or me?
Am I helping? Hindering? Enabling?
Are they making an effort to help themselves? Still have lessons to learn to strengthen them for hard times yet to come?
This comes to mind:
I personally think life IS always beautiful, (maybe not always what you want it to be, but still beautiful) but I agree with the rest.
Struggles do make you stronger. And grateful.
If you just hand someone a house – are they going to cherish it? Will it mean as much to them as it would to someone who saved for years to buy one?
Hand-ups and hand-outs have such a fine dividing line!
It’s hard to know who to help.
Harder still when you don’t know if they’ve struggled – if they are too fragile to have to struggle – if they’ve been put in your path to bestow a blessing on?
Personally, I can look back and I know without doubt, that I am grateful for my struggles.
I’ve been VERY prideful. And I’m trying to get over that and accept help when it makes sense. When the help doesn’t rob me of my spiritual and emotional growth.
Because, my life has blossomed from the weeds.
And I see weeds as blossoms.
Beauty in every thing, every person and every moment.
I’ve learned to focus on these things.
Stay in those moments – no matter how fleeting – to feel them and move forward with a positive attitude and an open mind and heart.
I look upon life with grateful eyes – a students mind and a peaceful heart.
And I’m so glad I struggled.
And I so love those who helped me along the way – and I love those who did not.
Bare footed
Something I had been looking forward to and planning for did not come to pass.
I don’t know how I really feel about that right now, or if I should even be thinking about how I feel.
It seems somehow selfish to be disappointed – sad – confused.
Regardless, there is a sensation in the part of my heart that still believed in fairy tales, akin to having the wind punched out of me.
__________________
My work week had not ended on a high note either – I overheard an inaccurate account of something that I was a part of.
What bothered me most about that was being reminded, once again, that I am naive and gullible when it comes to placing my exuberance and trust into the hands of others.
I forget that.
I think the best of everyone. I don’t expect it, but I give my trust easily.
____________________
So I’m sitting in my little sanctuary – and trying to process the latest news – and I feel numb.
What I know to be true are the following things:
I’ll never stop believing there is good.
I’ll never stop seeing good in others.
I’ll always give the benefit of the doubt to those who may not prove to have deserved it.
I’ll always give those who have given me reason to doubt, a second chance.
I will show up, no matter where it is, with all I have to give. Whether it’s work, friendship, love …
When I ready myself to sleep – I will ask myself if I accomplished those things.
My list of things I’m grateful for, far outweighs any complaints I could write down.
Among them, of course, my son – the irony that the picture I used above is from the song ‘Beautiful Boy’ has not escaped me.
And this phone call – from a dear friend who reached out – to help me process the matter of the heart.
I’m ok.
I know this to be true too.
I am rich with the most important treasures.
And if I am never to have a glass slipper placed on my foot – I will walk bare footed.
Musings from the Laundromat: Laid Off edition
It’s been quite a week.
For a while (a couple of months) I had felt something almost tangible in the air at work.
Things were just ‘off’.
I’m very in tune to energy around me. I pick up on facial expressions – body language, other people’s emotions – sometimes I don’t know what I’m picking up on, I just feel waves of something that isn’t stemming from me.
I’ve been told I have empath traits – and from what I’ve read about empaths, I would agree.
My closest friends and family told me I was probably imagining things. But I can usually trust my gut.
My gut then clenches around the disturbance like an iron fist and all negative perceptions are transferred to me.
A couple of more obvious clues might have been when my immediate boss stopped sharing news with me (like the fact that he got married) or when he gave me a bar of chocolate for Christmas.
Okay, it was a really large bar of chocolate – but a bonus it was not.
I carried on, kept doing my job. Waiting for the shoe to drop.
Last week my less immediate, but more powerful boss came into town.
I didn’t know she was here when I emailed her asking if I could please go home for the rest of the day. I had been sick for over two weeks – and had almost fainted a couple of times going back and forth to the printer.
“Feel better” was her response.
The next day, I received another email.
It was one of those ‘we need to talk’ emails.
Shudder.
Is there any worse feeling? Even in my 40’s I felt like I was going to the principal’s office.
I knew it wasn’t going to be a reprimand – I do my job well.
Crippling anxiety ensued, in my head. On the outside, I kept working and smiling.
Meeting time came, and I sat opposite my boss, and her husband, who is president of the real estate office we work with.
In a nut shell, I was laid off. They were closing the processing center.
Unfortunately for me I was the ‘processing center’.
I sat and nodded and agreed it made business sense – all while playing out the scenario of being unemployed in my head.
I know I’m capable of landing on my feet – I’ve done it before, but did I really want to start all over and worry about providing food and shelter for my little family? Um, no. Of course not.
I had my son moved in with my parents, my dog in a new home and me sleeping in my car all before the next shoe landed on the desk.
I was offered a job.
The thing about bonding with people around you and caring, is they notice. And people notice when you show up and work hard.
Who would have thought?
The agents and staff in the realty office that our loan company was housed in did not want to see me go.
A position was created for me.
I had never felt such relief, appreciation and humility as I did in that moment.
These people who I consider family – that I care about … cared back.
I think it’s pretty obvious from my past posts that I am a grateful person … but let me tell you – when I got home that day, the shoebox we live in never looked more beautiful.
My nightly ‘thank you’ to my higher power was said with tears in my eyes.
The next day the alarm clock never sounded more melodic and the gift of being able to pay my bills was never more appreciated.
________________________
Tomorrow I begin a new adventure with a new company, approximately 12 steps from my old office.
But I begin it with familiar faces – people I already love.
And I am so grateful.
2013
Filled with moments I’ve learned to treasure
and to stay in as long as I could
I’ve laughed with my whole heart
lingered there until the last exhale
I learned to cry
to release – but not to wallow
let tears fall … tasted them on my lips
the salt remembered.
Felt with each tick of the clock, page of the calendar
my mortality
life’s frailty
urgency to live
To savor.
My brushes have been wet with color – hands covered with clay
My fingers typed so many words!
some that made a difference
many that did not.
My arms have circled family
friends
felt the warmth of what is truly valuable.
I’ve tasted such wondrous things!
Felt my soul soar to crescendo with arias and duets in my ears
Read books I could not put down
been shown new worlds
new ideas
rhythmic sentences
paralyzing paragraphs
I mourned their completion.
I’ve been enchanted by new love
watched my son fall into it
… for the first time
waves of emotion ebbed and flowed – the mother in me releasing her grasp …
(but never letting go)
I’m allowing hope to spread its wings
bracing myself to be brave
to let change
to let love
to let God
I celebrate with my heart this New Years Eve
not with clinking glass
I celebrate all that was
all that was not
all that will be
I celebrate the student I’ve become
and the mystery that’s me.















