i was told as a small child that loving one's self is vain
and tho i know it's not true
that little girl still lives inside me
and she believes it
the woman knows better
but the little girl doesn't listen very well
she never did
Monday, October 05, 2026
spiritual blanket
go to the craft store
choose a few skeens of yarn
have your partner do the same
put the skeens side by side
do the colors complement each other?
how about the texture?
the fibers?
the feel?
adjust as necessary until it feels right
now, spend the better part of each day for a year knitting this carefully selected yarn into a nice, warm afghan
use it for 50 years...18,250 days...438,000 hours...26,280,000 minutes
Over the course of 50 years, there will be births, deaths, taxes, high points, low points, comedy, tragedy, love and hate.
Over the course of 50 years, that afghan will have warded off the freezing cold of a thousand winter nights, been tossed aside during summer heatwaves, covered sleeping grandchildren, and gotten spilled upon, ripped, poked, and rubbed thin.
Over the course of 50 years, it will have been washed thousands of times, had hundreds of holes repaired and be frayed, worn and well-loved.
Careful handling and timely repairs ensure a good, long life for the afghan. Once so lovingly crafted, it would, after 50 years, show the signs of a dutiful existence.
Such is a relationship. At the beginning, you bare your souls to each other in the hopes that you've found a good match. You reveal to each other your hopes, dreams, fears and burning desires. If you're lucky, you find that the person you are with has what it takes to be your lifetime partner.
Then begins the creation of a spiritual bond of love and warmth that brings the two of you together. Through time, the strength of that spiritual bond is tested. Much attention and love must be given to that bond. And, when rips and holes are made, they must be quickly repaired.
Just like the afghan needs to be repaired so that it can survive the years, so must our spiritual bond be repaired.
choose a few skeens of yarn
have your partner do the same
put the skeens side by side
do the colors complement each other?
how about the texture?
the fibers?
the feel?
adjust as necessary until it feels right
now, spend the better part of each day for a year knitting this carefully selected yarn into a nice, warm afghan
use it for 50 years...18,250 days...438,000 hours...26,280,000 minutes
Over the course of 50 years, there will be births, deaths, taxes, high points, low points, comedy, tragedy, love and hate.
Over the course of 50 years, that afghan will have warded off the freezing cold of a thousand winter nights, been tossed aside during summer heatwaves, covered sleeping grandchildren, and gotten spilled upon, ripped, poked, and rubbed thin.
Over the course of 50 years, it will have been washed thousands of times, had hundreds of holes repaired and be frayed, worn and well-loved.
Careful handling and timely repairs ensure a good, long life for the afghan. Once so lovingly crafted, it would, after 50 years, show the signs of a dutiful existence.
Such is a relationship. At the beginning, you bare your souls to each other in the hopes that you've found a good match. You reveal to each other your hopes, dreams, fears and burning desires. If you're lucky, you find that the person you are with has what it takes to be your lifetime partner.
Then begins the creation of a spiritual bond of love and warmth that brings the two of you together. Through time, the strength of that spiritual bond is tested. Much attention and love must be given to that bond. And, when rips and holes are made, they must be quickly repaired.
Just like the afghan needs to be repaired so that it can survive the years, so must our spiritual bond be repaired.
trust me
the world will not stop spinning if you sit quietly for five minutes and do nothing
no one will die because you turn your cell phone off while you take a 15-minute break
they will not stop making food on tuesday because you decided to sleep in late or stay in your pj's all day saturday
your birthday will not be stolen from you if you stop, right now, for just one minute, take a big, deep breath and r-e-l-a-x
i promise
no one will die because you turn your cell phone off while you take a 15-minute break
they will not stop making food on tuesday because you decided to sleep in late or stay in your pj's all day saturday
your birthday will not be stolen from you if you stop, right now, for just one minute, take a big, deep breath and r-e-l-a-x
i promise
Waiting...
Some of the most valuable periods of life are those during which we are waiting for something to happen. It's in those quiet moments that have no particular purpose that we find the time to discover more about ourselves.
What if...there's a LOT more left to learn...?
Recently, a new friend asked me what the Relationship of my Dreams would look like. After some thought, I came up with four requirements that (at a minimum) all of the meaningful relationships in my life must consist of.
Trust...Love...Honesty...Respect
So, I can say:
1) I want personal relationships that are based on those four main requirements.
2) In order to have relationships based on those requirements, I must find others who possess them.
3) In order to ask for those requirements from others, I have to be able to bring them to the relationship.
4) In order to bring them to a relationship with someone else, I must first have a relationship with myself that includes those things!!!!!!!!!!!
I must love, trust, respect and be honest with myself
And I rarely am
I wondered why I couldn't find fulfillment
I was always searching
And now I know
I need to be good to me in order to be genuinely good to anyone else
Only through having that type of relationship with myself, can I stop looking for approval from others and start giving it to myself.
I feel a journey coming on...!
Trust...Love...Honesty...Respect
So, I can say:
1) I want personal relationships that are based on those four main requirements.
2) In order to have relationships based on those requirements, I must find others who possess them.
3) In order to ask for those requirements from others, I have to be able to bring them to the relationship.
4) In order to bring them to a relationship with someone else, I must first have a relationship with myself that includes those things!!!!!!!!!!!
I must love, trust, respect and be honest with myself
And I rarely am
I wondered why I couldn't find fulfillment
I was always searching
And now I know
I need to be good to me in order to be genuinely good to anyone else
Only through having that type of relationship with myself, can I stop looking for approval from others and start giving it to myself.
I feel a journey coming on...!
Leadership
First, I thought I could place my trust in the company. But I found that companies aren't constant. They fold, change and downsize. Some companies are terrible to work for. Others, not so bad. I found that I cannot give my allegiance to the company.
Then, I thought that I could place my trust in the leader. But I found that leaders aren't constant. They die, transfer and quit. Some leaders are terrible to work for. Others, not so bad. I found that I cannot give my allegiance to the leader.
Next, I thought that I could place my trust in the work. But I found that work isn't constant. It gets automated, redesigned and outsourced. Some work is terrible to do. Other work, not so bad. I found that I cannot give my allegiance to the work.
So, finally, I found something I can trust. It's constant...doesn't get downsized, transferred or outsourced. It's never, ever terrible.
I found that I can give my allegiance to...
Me!
I believe in myself. I am loyal, loving and trusting of myself, so no matter which company I work for, who my boss is, or what type of work I do, I find satisfaction and excellence.
Then, I thought that I could place my trust in the leader. But I found that leaders aren't constant. They die, transfer and quit. Some leaders are terrible to work for. Others, not so bad. I found that I cannot give my allegiance to the leader.
Next, I thought that I could place my trust in the work. But I found that work isn't constant. It gets automated, redesigned and outsourced. Some work is terrible to do. Other work, not so bad. I found that I cannot give my allegiance to the work.
So, finally, I found something I can trust. It's constant...doesn't get downsized, transferred or outsourced. It's never, ever terrible.
I found that I can give my allegiance to...
Me!
I believe in myself. I am loyal, loving and trusting of myself, so no matter which company I work for, who my boss is, or what type of work I do, I find satisfaction and excellence.
The Day I Never Dreamed Would Happen...
This will be brief. I got a verbal warning at work today. I was advised that this is the first step in the disciplinary process and that further action can and will be taken if my current behaviors continue. Further action, I was told, up to and including termination. This information was delivered to me with a smile. One week before I am scheduled to have surgery and be out for 6 weeks. Right after I was told that my job is being given to someone else. Right after I was told that it's uncertain at this time what I will be doing upon my return from medical leave.
This is after I have reported to HR, the director of the project, my mentor and MY MOTHER that I should not be working with this boss. I have worked for this company for over six years with GLOWING reviews. EXCELLENT in some cases. And, I might add, a damn fine resume that is chock full of solid, meaningful PROOF of my abilities. I am not the failing type. Ever.
Let me add that there are SEVERAL of us who are FAILING under said boss. Said boss has been in place for nine months. I know for a fact that at least two of us have not failed in the past.
What type of a leader is said boss that failure is the rule rather than the exception? I am suggesting that said boss knows and lives failure, so that is what said boss sees in everyone else. Kind of like when you buy a new car, say a PT Cruiser, and you begin to notice PT Cruisers EVERYWHERE. It's because you have PT Cruiser on the brain. Get me?
I am a very loving, caring and forgiving woman. I create opportunities for love everywhere I go. I love and care about said boss and see her gifts. But her failures speak so loudly, that it's hard to see past them. Or not. Okay. I choose to see past them. Now I get to forgive said boss. I get to. I get to because I am still employed, making money, living indoors, paying my bills, being loved by my children, enjoying my friends... I get to because I choose to.
After all, what's the worst that could happen? It's not like she can steal my birthday.
This is after I have reported to HR, the director of the project, my mentor and MY MOTHER that I should not be working with this boss. I have worked for this company for over six years with GLOWING reviews. EXCELLENT in some cases. And, I might add, a damn fine resume that is chock full of solid, meaningful PROOF of my abilities. I am not the failing type. Ever.
Let me add that there are SEVERAL of us who are FAILING under said boss. Said boss has been in place for nine months. I know for a fact that at least two of us have not failed in the past.
What type of a leader is said boss that failure is the rule rather than the exception? I am suggesting that said boss knows and lives failure, so that is what said boss sees in everyone else. Kind of like when you buy a new car, say a PT Cruiser, and you begin to notice PT Cruisers EVERYWHERE. It's because you have PT Cruiser on the brain. Get me?
I am a very loving, caring and forgiving woman. I create opportunities for love everywhere I go. I love and care about said boss and see her gifts. But her failures speak so loudly, that it's hard to see past them. Or not. Okay. I choose to see past them. Now I get to forgive said boss. I get to. I get to because I am still employed, making money, living indoors, paying my bills, being loved by my children, enjoying my friends... I get to because I choose to.
After all, what's the worst that could happen? It's not like she can steal my birthday.
On Being Me
It's odd. Just when I think I have it all figured out, some new reality or truth rears its little head and I'm 16 and DUMB again. Not that being 16 and female necessarily means that one is dumb...but me? At 16? Dumb. Maybe naive is a better way to describe it. But whatever. You know what I mean.
I can't really even begin to think about putting what's going on down on paper. So for now, I'll just be brave and say that there's something going on. Inside me. An awakening maybe. A realization, for sure.
More later. Kids are looming near.
I can't really even begin to think about putting what's going on down on paper. So for now, I'll just be brave and say that there's something going on. Inside me. An awakening maybe. A realization, for sure.
More later. Kids are looming near.
Cleverness Gone
In its place there is tired. I'm going to bed...just in case you were wondering where I am. In about 4 1/2 minutes you will find me there. Tucked deep under the covers, pillow over my head, ceiling fan and floor fan on despite the a/c that's running. Meat locker cold, right? Yeahhhhhhhhh. Crisp, clean high thread count cotton sheets. Nice, fluffy pillows. Complete dark. Only the sound of the fans lulling me to sleep.
Okay, I've convinced myself.
'night
Me
Okay, I've convinced myself.
'night
Me
Siegfried did what to Freud's mother's white lion?
Conversation over dinner tonight with my 21-year-old son Joel
me: I think that was a Freudian slip.
joel: Yeah.
me: Do you know what a Freudian slip is?
joel: Uh...I think so.
me: No, you don't. Do you know who it's named after?
joel: Yeah, that Freudian dude.
me: Yeah...?
joel: ... [blank look from across the dinner table]
me: Ever heard of Sigmund Freud?
joel: [after a slight pause] Didn't he have something to do with white tigers?
me: What are you talking about?
joel: White tigers. He used white tigers. [now uncertain] Or something...
me: ARE YOU REFERRING TO SIGFRIED & ROY??????? The performers?
Oh.my.damn. I haven't laughed that hard in a very long time. What makes it even funnier is that Joel started a web design firm last year. The name of it? PixelEnvy. I asked him a little while ago if he knew what the name of his business was a spin-off of. He did - and correctly answered "penis envy." But he had no idea that was another Freudian concept.
Must.re-educate.young.
me: I think that was a Freudian slip.
joel: Yeah.
me: Do you know what a Freudian slip is?
joel: Uh...I think so.
me: No, you don't. Do you know who it's named after?
joel: Yeah, that Freudian dude.
me: Yeah...?
joel: ... [blank look from across the dinner table]
me: Ever heard of Sigmund Freud?
joel: [after a slight pause] Didn't he have something to do with white tigers?
me: What are you talking about?
joel: White tigers. He used white tigers. [now uncertain] Or something...
me: ARE YOU REFERRING TO SIGFRIED & ROY??????? The performers?
Oh.my.damn. I haven't laughed that hard in a very long time. What makes it even funnier is that Joel started a web design firm last year. The name of it? PixelEnvy. I asked him a little while ago if he knew what the name of his business was a spin-off of. He did - and correctly answered "penis envy." But he had no idea that was another Freudian concept.
Must.re-educate.young.
Some stuff about me
[1] What was the highlight of your week?
Spending time with my kids.
[2] Whose car were you in last?
Theresa's (coming home from the YMCA)
[3] When is the next time you will kiss someone?
My kids whenever the feeling strikes, which is quite often.
[4]What color shirt are you wearing?
Pink & White
[5] How long is your hair?
Long and pretty.
[6] When was the last time you read the bible?
Hmmmmmmmmm...
[7] Last movie you watched?
Bruce Almighty
[8] Last thing you ate?
Blueberry bagel
[9] Last thing you drank?
Water
[10] Where did you sleep last night?
My soft, fluffy, comfy bed
[11] Are you happy right now?
I have never been happier!
[12] What did you say last?
"Yes," when my daughter asked me if I would come watch a music video with her in 10 minutes.
[13] Where is your phone?
Lying on the desk in front of me.
[14] What color are your eyes?
Green
[15] Who did you visit last?
My kids and my cousin Carrie Ann and her new baby Carson.
[16] When was the last time you had your heart broken?
My heart is always open and therefore, it breaks often, because there are so many heartwrenching things in the world. But there are plenty of amazing things in the world, too.
[17] Who/what do you hate currently?
I have never hated anyone or anything, except maybe spinach when I was 3.
18] What are you listening to?
Fireworks, cars passing by, the radio, my kids talking.
[19] If you could have one thing right now what would it be?
Whirled peas.
[20] What is your favorite scent?
Lavender.
[21] Who makes you happiest right now?
Me.
[22] What were you doing at midnight last night?
Reviewing a test script for a co-worker.
[23] Are you left-handed?
Nope.
[24] Spell your name without vowels:
tn
[25] What's for dinner tonight?
Popcorn.
[26] What is the last alcoholic beverage you had?
A mojito, made by my very own son, Joel.
[27] When Is Your Birthday?
August 23.
[28] Last time you went swimming in a pool?
Today!
[29] Where was the last place you went shopping?
The supply cabinet at work. Just kidding, it was Wal-Mart.
[30] How do you feel about your hair right now?
It's soft and curly and smells really great. I love it.
[31] Do you have any expensive jewelry?
Yes, thanks to my momma!
[32] AIM or MSN?
Neither.
[33] Where does most of your family live?
Indiana.
[34] Are you an only child or do you have siblings?
Brother & Sister.
[35] Would you consider yourself to be spoiled?
Do you know me? OF COURSE!
[36] What was the first thing you thought when waking up?
Mmmmm....... That was nice.
[37] Do you drink beer?
Sometimes.
[38] Myspace or Facebook?
MySpace.
[39] Do you have T-Mobile?
No.
[40] What is/was your favorite subject in school?
English.
[41] What are you doing?
Singing along with the radio and typing this.
[42] Do you have any talents?
Hell yes! Too many to list here. :)
[43] Have you ever been IN a wedding?
Yep.
[44] Do you have any children?
Yes . . . more than I can count. Four I gave life to with my very own body, and countless others I couldn't love more.
[45] Did you take a nap today?
No.
[46] Ever met anyone famous before?
Yes.
[47] Do you want to be famous one day?
Not on purpose.
[48] Favorite Actor(s)?
I suppose Steve Martin. When I need it, he really makes me laugh. YOU MEAN I'M GOING TO STAY THIS COLOR?!?!?!??!
[49] Could you handle being in the military?
I can handle anything.
[50] Do you believe in Karma?
Absolutely. Sometimes in the middle of an ordinary life, love dances in and spins a fairy tale.
[51] Last time you went to the gym or worked out?
About an hour ago.
[52] How many pairs of shoes do you own?
About 10.
[53] Last place you drove your car to?
I have a 21-year-old. I don't even think I've held the KEYS in my hands for over a year.
[54] Ever been to Las Vegas?
No. But if I do, I will take Virginia and Mary with me. See #56.
[55] Have you ever lived in a two story?
Yes.
[56] Have you ever been gambling?
Yes, and it was with two very amazing ladies...Virginia and Mary. They are both in their 70s and had never been gambling before that night. I'll blog about it sometime - it was a great night.
[57] When is the last time you updated your blog?
A couple of days ago.
[58] Have you been to New York City?
Nope, but I totally will.
[59] Ever been to Disneyland/world?
Disneyworld when I was 10 with my momma and my step-dad.
[60] Do you have a favorite cartoon character?
I'm really fond of Miss Piggy - is she a cartoon character?
[61] Last thing you cooked?
Ribs, mac'n'cheese, baked beans, corn on the cob and deviled eggs. Yeah, I know - I kick ass in the kitchen!!
[62] How’s the weather?
Freaking amazing.
[63] Do you e-mail?
Yes.
[64] Last time you were sick?
I don't remember.
[65] Do you think anyone will repost this?
Prolly.
Spending time with my kids.
[2] Whose car were you in last?
Theresa's (coming home from the YMCA)
[3] When is the next time you will kiss someone?
My kids whenever the feeling strikes, which is quite often.
[4]What color shirt are you wearing?
Pink & White
[5] How long is your hair?
Long and pretty.
[6] When was the last time you read the bible?
Hmmmmmmmmm...
[7] Last movie you watched?
Bruce Almighty
[8] Last thing you ate?
Blueberry bagel
[9] Last thing you drank?
Water
[10] Where did you sleep last night?
My soft, fluffy, comfy bed
[11] Are you happy right now?
I have never been happier!
[12] What did you say last?
"Yes," when my daughter asked me if I would come watch a music video with her in 10 minutes.
[13] Where is your phone?
Lying on the desk in front of me.
[14] What color are your eyes?
Green
[15] Who did you visit last?
My kids and my cousin Carrie Ann and her new baby Carson.
[16] When was the last time you had your heart broken?
My heart is always open and therefore, it breaks often, because there are so many heartwrenching things in the world. But there are plenty of amazing things in the world, too.
[17] Who/what do you hate currently?
I have never hated anyone or anything, except maybe spinach when I was 3.
18] What are you listening to?
Fireworks, cars passing by, the radio, my kids talking.
[19] If you could have one thing right now what would it be?
Whirled peas.
[20] What is your favorite scent?
Lavender.
[21] Who makes you happiest right now?
Me.
[22] What were you doing at midnight last night?
Reviewing a test script for a co-worker.
[23] Are you left-handed?
Nope.
[24] Spell your name without vowels:
tn
[25] What's for dinner tonight?
Popcorn.
[26] What is the last alcoholic beverage you had?
A mojito, made by my very own son, Joel.
[27] When Is Your Birthday?
August 23.
[28] Last time you went swimming in a pool?
Today!
[29] Where was the last place you went shopping?
The supply cabinet at work. Just kidding, it was Wal-Mart.
[30] How do you feel about your hair right now?
It's soft and curly and smells really great. I love it.
[31] Do you have any expensive jewelry?
Yes, thanks to my momma!
[32] AIM or MSN?
Neither.
[33] Where does most of your family live?
Indiana.
[34] Are you an only child or do you have siblings?
Brother & Sister.
[35] Would you consider yourself to be spoiled?
Do you know me? OF COURSE!
[36] What was the first thing you thought when waking up?
Mmmmm....... That was nice.
[37] Do you drink beer?
Sometimes.
[38] Myspace or Facebook?
MySpace.
[39] Do you have T-Mobile?
No.
[40] What is/was your favorite subject in school?
English.
[41] What are you doing?
Singing along with the radio and typing this.
[42] Do you have any talents?
Hell yes! Too many to list here. :)
[43] Have you ever been IN a wedding?
Yep.
[44] Do you have any children?
Yes . . . more than I can count. Four I gave life to with my very own body, and countless others I couldn't love more.
[45] Did you take a nap today?
No.
[46] Ever met anyone famous before?
Yes.
[47] Do you want to be famous one day?
Not on purpose.
[48] Favorite Actor(s)?
I suppose Steve Martin. When I need it, he really makes me laugh. YOU MEAN I'M GOING TO STAY THIS COLOR?!?!?!??!
[49] Could you handle being in the military?
I can handle anything.
[50] Do you believe in Karma?
Absolutely. Sometimes in the middle of an ordinary life, love dances in and spins a fairy tale.
[51] Last time you went to the gym or worked out?
About an hour ago.
[52] How many pairs of shoes do you own?
About 10.
[53] Last place you drove your car to?
I have a 21-year-old. I don't even think I've held the KEYS in my hands for over a year.
[54] Ever been to Las Vegas?
No. But if I do, I will take Virginia and Mary with me. See #56.
[55] Have you ever lived in a two story?
Yes.
[56] Have you ever been gambling?
Yes, and it was with two very amazing ladies...Virginia and Mary. They are both in their 70s and had never been gambling before that night. I'll blog about it sometime - it was a great night.
[57] When is the last time you updated your blog?
A couple of days ago.
[58] Have you been to New York City?
Nope, but I totally will.
[59] Ever been to Disneyland/world?
Disneyworld when I was 10 with my momma and my step-dad.
[60] Do you have a favorite cartoon character?
I'm really fond of Miss Piggy - is she a cartoon character?
[61] Last thing you cooked?
Ribs, mac'n'cheese, baked beans, corn on the cob and deviled eggs. Yeah, I know - I kick ass in the kitchen!!
[62] How’s the weather?
Freaking amazing.
[63] Do you e-mail?
Yes.
[64] Last time you were sick?
I don't remember.
[65] Do you think anyone will repost this?
Prolly.
Tina Says...
I want a safe neighborhood in which to raise my son. The Universe throws it in my lap.
I want to kick ass at work and be rewarded for it. The Universe throws it in my lap.
I want enough money to be comfortable and take vacations from time to time. The Universe throws it in my lap.
I want a man who can laugh with me, likes my children, and intrigues me. The Universe throws him in my lap.
With such an awesome Fairy God Mother (a/k/a The Universe), who needs to win the lottery?
Yeah, it's good to be me.
I want to kick ass at work and be rewarded for it. The Universe throws it in my lap.
I want enough money to be comfortable and take vacations from time to time. The Universe throws it in my lap.
I want a man who can laugh with me, likes my children, and intrigues me. The Universe throws him in my lap.
With such an awesome Fairy God Mother (a/k/a The Universe), who needs to win the lottery?
Yeah, it's good to be me.
Scattergories
Rules: Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following...They MUST be real places, names, things...NOTHING made up! If you can't think of anything, skip it. Try to use different answers if the person before you had the same 1st initial. You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question. Once you're done, forward on to friends and back to the person who sent it to you. Now go! Or, you know, post.
1. Your Name: Tina
2. Famous singer/band: Tommy Tutone (2 pts!)
3. 4 letter word: Trip
4. Street name: Tantara Bend
5. Gifts/presents: Toe Socks
6. Vehicle: Taurus SHO
7. Items on a menu: Tortilla Chips
8. Boy Name: Ty
9. Girl Name: Tallulah
10. Movie Title: Twister
11. Drink: Tequila Twilight (2 pts!)
12. Occupation: Teacher
13. Flower: Touch-me-not
14. Celebrity: Tyrese
15. Magazine: Taste
16. US City: Topeka
17. Reason for Being Late for Work: Tired
18. Something U Throw Away: Tubes (empty ones)
19. Things You Shout: Too Much Information!!
20. Cartoon Character: Thomas the Train (3 pts!)
I went to a funeral today and during the sermon, I heard the following remarks:
"...and we shall all be reunited someday at the homeboy reunion..."
and
"We must bless the microwave."
This was actually one of the most positive funerals I've ever attended. The pastor did an excellent job of conveying a message of love and hope to the family.
And the smells of greens, ham and cornbread wafting from some unseen kitchen elsewhere in the church?
Heavenly.
Philosophy
When you're dead and buried and in the ground, what the hell did it all matter anyway as long as you didn't hurt anyone and you had some fun?!?!?!?!
i can't say it's always been a fun life,
but it has most assuredly been interesting
never dull
and i have done LOTS of what i wanted, and screw what was "right" by other people's standards
it didn't always take me where i wanted to go, but i always got somewhere
and nothing is forever, so if i didn't like where i landed, i found a way to get somewhere else
Sayings On Post-Its From My Office
- Who knew you'd get called on some random Thursday? Stacey
- What's the worst that could happen?
- Let it go!
- Bloom where you're planted.
- Nadie entre aquì sin Amor. Nadie salga de aquì sin Paz. (None enter without Love. None leave without Peace). Katia Caban Matos
- Anything can pass with patience.
- Good enough rarely is.
- Take the first step.
- Ever notice how "what the hell" is always the right decision? Stacey
- How can I make this better?
- Every upset is a setup. It's your higher self setting it up for you to learn. Stacey
- Dream of things that never were.
- If change is good, then you're gonna love global warming!
- Imagination is everything. It is the preview of life's coming attractions. Einstein
- Fake it until you make it.
- Conviction of the heart
- L'amour donne des ailes. (Love gives wings.)
- When we know better, we do better. Maya Angelou
- One of the most important things in life is helping others to win.
- We hate some person because we do not know them, and we will never know them because we hate them. Charles Caleb Colton
- Everyone is running around on a small high of caffeine and panic.
- I know the heart of life is good. John Mayer
- Because I'm Awesome. Dolly Rots
- Darwin was a badass.
- Common sense isn't very common.
- There is only one time when it is essential to awaken. That time is now. Buddha
- Be not afraid. Joshua 1:9
- Phenomenal woman, that's me.
- Life may not be the party we'd hoped for, but while we're here, we should dance.
- Just looking at it pisses me off.
- Thank you for being the gift that you are to this world.
- The truth will set you free, but at first, it will piss you off. Gloria Steinem
- We may not have it all together, but together we have it all.
- Nobody was arrested very much.
- The experience of survival is the key to the gravity of love.
- The point is to laugh at what you say. Get over yourself.
- Ya habibi (oh darling)
- Once in a while, in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.
- I am not your expectations.
Just thought I'd share.
Airport Kisses
At the airport on Thanksgiving morning, I sat with my 12-year-0ld son, waiting for the attendant to announce it was time for the unaccompanied minors to begin boarding the aircraft. My son was flying from Indianapolis to Los Angeles to visit his father for the long holiday weekend. He sat next to me, oblivious to the world as he played on the portable game system he'd convinced me he needed for the trip a few days before. I leaned over and snuggled close to him, watching as he expertly maneuvered his character through a maze filled with monsters.
I leaned a little closer and kissed him on the cheek. A faint smile, despite the monster battles. A few seconds later, I gave him another quick peck, thinking how much I was going to miss this little guy over the next four days. He's always amazingly tolerant of my kisses and hugs, perhaps realizing he's the youngest...my baby. And that he is the last of my children small and young enough to cuddle and kiss and spoil.
I considered for a moment that I might be embarrassing him in this busy airport terminal. So, I decided to test him a bit. I said, "What if I count to three and then kiss your cheek on three?" I fully expected a long, drawn-out, "Mooooooooooooom!" But, without looking up, he said, "Okay." So, I counted to three, "One, two, three." KISS! Then, again, "One, two, three" KISS! As I started again to say, "One," he looked up from his game, smiled widely, and said, "Three! Three! Three!"
I am so blessed to be loved by this child.
I leaned a little closer and kissed him on the cheek. A faint smile, despite the monster battles. A few seconds later, I gave him another quick peck, thinking how much I was going to miss this little guy over the next four days. He's always amazingly tolerant of my kisses and hugs, perhaps realizing he's the youngest...my baby. And that he is the last of my children small and young enough to cuddle and kiss and spoil.
I considered for a moment that I might be embarrassing him in this busy airport terminal. So, I decided to test him a bit. I said, "What if I count to three and then kiss your cheek on three?" I fully expected a long, drawn-out, "Mooooooooooooom!" But, without looking up, he said, "Okay." So, I counted to three, "One, two, three." KISS! Then, again, "One, two, three" KISS! As I started again to say, "One," he looked up from his game, smiled widely, and said, "Three! Three! Three!"
I am so blessed to be loved by this child.
Sayings & Quotes that have made it to my whiteboard
Results may vary.
Do the thing you didn't think you could.
Begin today.
Quiet the inner critic.
Fun is a renewable resource!
I am kind of a paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy. (JD Salinger)
Do the thing you didn't think you could.
Begin today.
Quiet the inner critic.
Fun is a renewable resource!
I am kind of a paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy. (JD Salinger)
The Hokey Pokey
I think it's about:
* doing the things you didn't think you could...
* loving people you've never met...
* loving people you've just met...
* loving people you've known a lifetime...
* loving the seemingly unlovable...
* and knowing when to walk away...
* daring to dream wild dreams...
* believing...in everything...but especially in yourself...
* not being afraid...
* creating the reality you want...
* not being afraid to lose...
* taking chances of the heart...
* every once in a while leaping before you look...just because it's exciting...
* stepping off the line of the predictable now...
* eating breakfast for dinner...
* eating dessert first...
* falling hopelessly, totally, head-over-heels in love...
* not second-guessing your decisions...
* trusting your heart...
* choosing a path in life that serves you...
* knowing what serves you...
* allowing and actually enjoying it when people do things for you...
* knowing that time will pass...
* trust...
* love...
* always love.
I don't think I'll ever really figure out what it's all about. Life, that is. At least I hope I don't. Because not knowing makes it magical, like anything can happen. Like, no matter how I thought my life was going to turn out, there is no script. This is as solid and real as I want it to be.
And lately? Well, lately I've wanted Solid and Real. I mean, I want to create them. With someone very special. And I found him. Thank God, I found him.
And we get to decide together what's solid and real.
Always love. My heart feels good.
* doing the things you didn't think you could...
* loving people you've never met...
* loving people you've just met...
* loving people you've known a lifetime...
* loving the seemingly unlovable...
* and knowing when to walk away...
* daring to dream wild dreams...
* believing...in everything...but especially in yourself...
* not being afraid...
* creating the reality you want...
* not being afraid to lose...
* taking chances of the heart...
* every once in a while leaping before you look...just because it's exciting...
* stepping off the line of the predictable now...
* eating breakfast for dinner...
* eating dessert first...
* falling hopelessly, totally, head-over-heels in love...
* not second-guessing your decisions...
* trusting your heart...
* choosing a path in life that serves you...
* knowing what serves you...
* allowing and actually enjoying it when people do things for you...
* knowing that time will pass...
* trust...
* love...
* always love.
I don't think I'll ever really figure out what it's all about. Life, that is. At least I hope I don't. Because not knowing makes it magical, like anything can happen. Like, no matter how I thought my life was going to turn out, there is no script. This is as solid and real as I want it to be.
And lately? Well, lately I've wanted Solid and Real. I mean, I want to create them. With someone very special. And I found him. Thank God, I found him.
And we get to decide together what's solid and real.
Always love. My heart feels good.
Quotes
"Sure I am that this day we are masters of our fate, that the task which has been set before us is not above our strength; that its pangs and toils are not above my endurance. As long as we have faith in our own cause and an unconquerable will to win, victory will not be denied us."
- Winston Churchill
*****
We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand.
- Randy Pausch
*****
You can't scrub "ugly" away.
*****
Put your energy into the things you can change and let go of everything else.
*****
The only reason we create distance between ourselves is because we know there isn't any.
*****
Don't panic. Keep a level head. Think clearly. Press on. Be determined. Accept what you cannot change. When life kicks you, make sure it kicks you forward.
- Kay Yow (NC State head coach)
*****
"Do you know the people you are fighting?"
"I don't want to know them. I may have to kill them."
*****
Intermittent panicky skepticism was to be expected whenever you stepped off the cliff, whenever you went into some realm of experience that wasn't modeled and accepted and approved and stuck into a nice frame by society at large.
*****
Life should be a little nuts. Otherwise, it's just a bunch of Thursdays strung together.
*****
When you feel like giving up, remember why you held on so long in the first place.
*****
If you want it, make it happen.
- Mike Jones
*****
Winners lose more than Losers. They win and lose more than Losers, because they stay in the game.
- Terry Paulson
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I'm really good at jotting down little quotes I hear that make sense to me or beg to be thought of more deeply. However, I'm not always good at writing down who said what. So, I didn't say any of these things where there's no author listed, I just heard them. But from whom, I have no idea.
- Winston Churchill
*****
We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand.
- Randy Pausch
*****
You can't scrub "ugly" away.
*****
Put your energy into the things you can change and let go of everything else.
*****
The only reason we create distance between ourselves is because we know there isn't any.
*****
Don't panic. Keep a level head. Think clearly. Press on. Be determined. Accept what you cannot change. When life kicks you, make sure it kicks you forward.
- Kay Yow (NC State head coach)
*****
"Do you know the people you are fighting?"
"I don't want to know them. I may have to kill them."
*****
Intermittent panicky skepticism was to be expected whenever you stepped off the cliff, whenever you went into some realm of experience that wasn't modeled and accepted and approved and stuck into a nice frame by society at large.
*****
Life should be a little nuts. Otherwise, it's just a bunch of Thursdays strung together.
*****
When you feel like giving up, remember why you held on so long in the first place.
*****
If you want it, make it happen.
- Mike Jones
*****
Winners lose more than Losers. They win and lose more than Losers, because they stay in the game.
- Terry Paulson
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I'm really good at jotting down little quotes I hear that make sense to me or beg to be thought of more deeply. However, I'm not always good at writing down who said what. So, I didn't say any of these things where there's no author listed, I just heard them. But from whom, I have no idea.
Sidewalks to Nowhere
While the laundry was drying, I decided to take a walk through the neighborhood near our hotel. I had actually been planning on taking a nice, long walk for a couple of days, but the farthest I'd managed to get was the edge of the parking lot.
The neighborhood turned out to be really quiet. It's an older neighborhood, filled with modest one-story homes. I saw people here and there, outside enjoying the day. I said hello to an older gentleman as he was walking back with his mail and made a comment about the weather to a lady who was setting up her sprinkler.
As I walked, I made a conscious effort to stay in the moment. I wanted to forever imprint in my memory the sounds, smells and feelings I was experiencing. I found myself looking up quite often, noticing the blueness of the sky, how fluffy the clouds were and how fast the Texas wind was whipping them across the sky. I enjoyed the feeling of the wind moving my curls around and made no effort to brush my hair from my face. The warmth of the sun, the humidity and the wind combined to make it feel like I was walking through bathwater. In the distance, I could hear the hypnotic sound of cars as they whooshed along the freeway. I heard birds calling out in a bird language I don't recall ever hearing. And there were trees of a variety I've never seen. It all felt very surreal, in a pleasantly numb and unfamiliar way.
I noticed that the sidewalk I was on ended abruptly about 20 feet ahead. I looked around, and there was another one across the street that also ended for no apparent reason. I thought of them as Sidewalks to Nowhere. It's like, originally there was a purpose - someone had a plan to build a sidewalk, but then they got bored or tired or whatever and never bothered to finish. Or they decided that wherever the sidewalk was supposed to actually lead to, it really wasn't worth the effort. Or maybe they never intended to build a sidewalk that actually went anywhere. Maybe the plan all along was for it to end into nothingness. It was all very Stephen King-ish.
I don't know why these Sidewalks to Nowhere are bothering me so much. I wonder what they represent in my life. Maybe paths (sidewalks) I started building at different points in my life that I decided weren't worth the effort. Or maybe there was a trail (sidewalk) I was blazing toward some pipedream that I lost interest in. Or maybe there were times I took a street (sidewalk) just to see what was down there and then decided to turn around without giving it a chance.
I hear it. I hear the sound of Deeper Meaning. It's getting pretty close, but I'm on vacation, so I'm going to go watch tv or play a game or call someone. And (maybe) I'll think about Sidewalks to Nowhere later.
For now, I'm going to make a conscious effort to stop thinking about them.
The neighborhood turned out to be really quiet. It's an older neighborhood, filled with modest one-story homes. I saw people here and there, outside enjoying the day. I said hello to an older gentleman as he was walking back with his mail and made a comment about the weather to a lady who was setting up her sprinkler.
As I walked, I made a conscious effort to stay in the moment. I wanted to forever imprint in my memory the sounds, smells and feelings I was experiencing. I found myself looking up quite often, noticing the blueness of the sky, how fluffy the clouds were and how fast the Texas wind was whipping them across the sky. I enjoyed the feeling of the wind moving my curls around and made no effort to brush my hair from my face. The warmth of the sun, the humidity and the wind combined to make it feel like I was walking through bathwater. In the distance, I could hear the hypnotic sound of cars as they whooshed along the freeway. I heard birds calling out in a bird language I don't recall ever hearing. And there were trees of a variety I've never seen. It all felt very surreal, in a pleasantly numb and unfamiliar way.
I noticed that the sidewalk I was on ended abruptly about 20 feet ahead. I looked around, and there was another one across the street that also ended for no apparent reason. I thought of them as Sidewalks to Nowhere. It's like, originally there was a purpose - someone had a plan to build a sidewalk, but then they got bored or tired or whatever and never bothered to finish. Or they decided that wherever the sidewalk was supposed to actually lead to, it really wasn't worth the effort. Or maybe they never intended to build a sidewalk that actually went anywhere. Maybe the plan all along was for it to end into nothingness. It was all very Stephen King-ish.
I don't know why these Sidewalks to Nowhere are bothering me so much. I wonder what they represent in my life. Maybe paths (sidewalks) I started building at different points in my life that I decided weren't worth the effort. Or maybe there was a trail (sidewalk) I was blazing toward some pipedream that I lost interest in. Or maybe there were times I took a street (sidewalk) just to see what was down there and then decided to turn around without giving it a chance.
I hear it. I hear the sound of Deeper Meaning. It's getting pretty close, but I'm on vacation, so I'm going to go watch tv or play a game or call someone. And (maybe) I'll think about Sidewalks to Nowhere later.
For now, I'm going to make a conscious effort to stop thinking about them.
Blessed to have choices
So, this post begins with a power struggle.
Lately, my heart and my brain both want to be in charge. Neither is willing to take a backseat to the other. So, when I start feeling too much (i.e., crying my eyes out) then my brain kicks into high gear, pulling me from my heart and throwing me head-first into thinking mode. Which leads me to a natural defense mode called "how do I fix this?" I quickly come to the conclusion that I can't "fix" anything, because truly, nothing is broken. And then I feel helpless, and I find myself crying again. It's exhausting.
I was thinking today about the way I feel now that Jack has deployed. I'm always about 3 inches from crying, and while it's true that I am by nature an emotional creature, it's never been anything like this.
So, Choice popped into my head today, and Blessing popped into my heart.
I know that nothing in life happens by accident. We make choices in our lives, mostly based on who we believe we are and what we think we deserve. Those choices lead us down a path. A path which, at any moment, we can choose to abandon or pursue. We have a choice. Plain and simple. There are no accidents. We cause things to happen in our lives based on our choices. We have created the life we have right now, based on our choices. I have created the life I have right now. Jack created the life he has right now. We had free will. We made deliberate choices.
So, I started to think about blessings. When I normally think of blessings, I think mainly of prayer and Thanksgiving. But the blessings in my heart today are slightly different.
It's like being blessed with dirty dishes. It means I have food to eat, right?
It's like being blessed with high gas prices. It means I have a car to drive, a place to go, and a vehicle to get there, right?
It's like being blessed with presidential debates that interrupt my regularly scheduled progamming. It means I live in a democratic society, right?
Or being blessed with tears because I miss Jack. It means I love and am loved in return. Right!
Or being blessed with fears because I worry for Jack and his army brothers' safety. It means that our country's freedoms are being protected by extremely brave men. Right!
Thank God that we have the blessings of experiencing the natural outcomes of our choices. It means we're free. It means we're in charge.
Life is deliberate, purposeful and solid.
I feel blessed.
Borrowing from a comment on Christan's blog
Philippians 4:6-7
Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.Enough said.
Night Walker, a.k.a. Who kidnapped the #@%*& sandman!
Why do I have to be close to brain death in order to get any sleep these days?!?!?!
I just lay in bed tossing and turning, until the covers are a mess and I'm all sweaty and frustrated. I just can't sleep, and nothing's working.
I don't want to drink a glass of wine, because then I'll get all sentimental and cry (more than usual) and I might drunk-dial someone. (Yes, I'm a lightweight drinker.) And I'm afraid to start taking any sleeping meds because I don't want to get addicted. (Or do I...?) Just kidding.
I've been writing a TON since Jack was deployed - both online and in my journals (I have a record FOUR journals going right now).
Alright. I've got to get a handle on this. It's 1:48am on Monday and I need to be at work early - like in 5 hours! YIKES!
But, don't worry, I'm not insane yet. I'll let you know if it gets REALLY bad. Maybe. :)
Wish me luck... I'm going to go try again.
Oh, and if you see the sandman, would you send his punk ass my way, please?
I just lay in bed tossing and turning, until the covers are a mess and I'm all sweaty and frustrated. I just can't sleep, and nothing's working.
I don't want to drink a glass of wine, because then I'll get all sentimental and cry (more than usual) and I might drunk-dial someone. (Yes, I'm a lightweight drinker.) And I'm afraid to start taking any sleeping meds because I don't want to get addicted. (Or do I...?) Just kidding.
I've been writing a TON since Jack was deployed - both online and in my journals (I have a record FOUR journals going right now).
Alright. I've got to get a handle on this. It's 1:48am on Monday and I need to be at work early - like in 5 hours! YIKES!
But, don't worry, I'm not insane yet. I'll let you know if it gets REALLY bad. Maybe. :)
Wish me luck... I'm going to go try again.
Oh, and if you see the sandman, would you send his punk ass my way, please?
Thinking about him...
There are times during the day (mostly when I'm writing or blogging, or when I'm driving to and from work) when it's absolutely silent and I'm all alone with myself. During those times, I shut the world out and just think about Jack. I let random memories and images from our teenage years and our adult years flood my mind and heart.
Sometimes, the thoughts come to me on a breeze . . . like catching the soft scent of a lilac bush as you're walking by. Thoughts of him drift lazily into my head. I'll remember something awesome he said to me ("I love you, Tina") or a request he's made ("I want our first dance after we're married to be to I Can't Help Falling In Love With You.").
And sometimes, thoughts of him pop! zing! wham! right into my head at odd times. Like a little girl who jumps on your back like a monkey when you least expect it! These thoughts and memories of the fun and laughter and excitement we've shared are the ones that threaten to knock me off my feet and make me forget where I am and what I'm doing.
Like today, while I was in a meeting at work. No disrespect to the presenter (he's an awesome guy), but the topic was b-o-r-i-n-g. And it was almost two hours of boring. So, naturally, the mind (at least MY mind) strayed away from SOP changes and process updates and such to more pleasant things like how much laundry I have to do when I get home (LOTS!) and what I'm going to eat for dinner (Penny's yummy Mexican lasagna). I for sure had the TEGO thing going on (TEGO=The Eyes Glaze Over), and suddenly, there it was in front of me.
I was gone from that room and those people, and for about 60 seconds, I was filled with a rush of memories...
Arriving at the airport. The look on his face when we made eye contact for the first time in over 20 years. The hotel room in Killeen. Jack in his Army sweats, and me in mine. His eyes. The ice-cold air conditioning. Braunschweiger & Ritz crackers. Holding hands. Charlie Gordon's War. Jack's laugh. The Alamo. Lots! Of! Music! Man on the Moon. PT. Trips to the base. Kisses. Little Italy. Meeting John. Our song. Java Monsters. Hearing his key in the door. Tanks. Breakfast at that little table in our room. Snuggling.
My heart and mind were filled with the most awesome memories of my trip to visit him in Texas.
I didn't check out for too long. At least I wasn't nodding off to sleep like some people were. hahaha! I saw a few heads nodding. Like I said it was a boring topic and it was a bit warm in the room.
So, I made it through the meeting. I did manage to actually absorb quite a bit of the info and what I didn't quite catch, I will refer to the handouts.
And, as if on cue, just as the meeting was concluding, my cell phone vibrated.
It was my soldier...my hero...my warrior...my love.
Sometimes, the thoughts come to me on a breeze . . . like catching the soft scent of a lilac bush as you're walking by. Thoughts of him drift lazily into my head. I'll remember something awesome he said to me ("I love you, Tina") or a request he's made ("I want our first dance after we're married to be to I Can't Help Falling In Love With You.").
And sometimes, thoughts of him pop! zing! wham! right into my head at odd times. Like a little girl who jumps on your back like a monkey when you least expect it! These thoughts and memories of the fun and laughter and excitement we've shared are the ones that threaten to knock me off my feet and make me forget where I am and what I'm doing.
Like today, while I was in a meeting at work. No disrespect to the presenter (he's an awesome guy), but the topic was b-o-r-i-n-g. And it was almost two hours of boring. So, naturally, the mind (at least MY mind) strayed away from SOP changes and process updates and such to more pleasant things like how much laundry I have to do when I get home (LOTS!) and what I'm going to eat for dinner (Penny's yummy Mexican lasagna). I for sure had the TEGO thing going on (TEGO=The Eyes Glaze Over), and suddenly, there it was in front of me.
I was gone from that room and those people, and for about 60 seconds, I was filled with a rush of memories...
Arriving at the airport. The look on his face when we made eye contact for the first time in over 20 years. The hotel room in Killeen. Jack in his Army sweats, and me in mine. His eyes. The ice-cold air conditioning. Braunschweiger & Ritz crackers. Holding hands. Charlie Gordon's War. Jack's laugh. The Alamo. Lots! Of! Music! Man on the Moon. PT. Trips to the base. Kisses. Little Italy. Meeting John. Our song. Java Monsters. Hearing his key in the door. Tanks. Breakfast at that little table in our room. Snuggling.
My heart and mind were filled with the most awesome memories of my trip to visit him in Texas.
I didn't check out for too long. At least I wasn't nodding off to sleep like some people were. hahaha! I saw a few heads nodding. Like I said it was a boring topic and it was a bit warm in the room.
So, I made it through the meeting. I did manage to actually absorb quite a bit of the info and what I didn't quite catch, I will refer to the handouts.
And, as if on cue, just as the meeting was concluding, my cell phone vibrated.
It was my soldier...my hero...my warrior...my love.
In the last month, I have learned that...
family is made up of all sorts of people - not just those born into it
pain won't kill me
I can function pretty well on very little sleep
to prioritize my activities according to what's most important to me
I have an unlimited supply of tears
I am wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy stronger than I thought I was
I can go from a deep sleep to fully awake in less than 2 seconds when Jack calls at 4am
pain won't kill me
I can function pretty well on very little sleep
to prioritize my activities according to what's most important to me
I have an unlimited supply of tears
I am wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy stronger than I thought I was
I can go from a deep sleep to fully awake in less than 2 seconds when Jack calls at 4am
it costs me approximately $8 in gas to get to work and back, but for 42 cents I can mail a letter halfway around the world
the glue on the flap of an envelope tastes really gross
there are a bazillion ways to say "I love you"
prayer works - God listens
there are some awesome women on this planet and I am glad to call them my friends (Theresa, Penny, Stacey, Joyce, Arlene, Linda, Beth, Jignasa)
there are some incredibly strong military wives who were perfect strangers less than a month ago (Christan and Chantel) who are now a source of great strength and inspiration to me
I simply adore Jack's ex's (Barbie & Kelly)
Jack's mother is an amazing woman (Dottie), and I cherish every moment we spend together, whether it's talking about our day or saying our evening prayers
Jack's sisters are heroes (Tina & Gina)
the man who loves me is incredibly brave and unselfish
I am going to love being part of the Hignite Family (again)
the group of children I love the most has doubled (Joel, Sammy, Rachel, Mikey, Alexis, John, Meg, Mariah, Olivia)
just because you're someone else's child doesn't mean I can't love you like my own (Kevin, Jessica, Stephanie, Jason)
my mother (Pam) and my sister (Rachel) are amazing women, and I can't even begin to think who I would be today without them
I am blessed
This is by no means a complete list of the things I have learned in the past month. But it's a good start.
What have you learned in the past month?
Breathless
Dear Heavenly Father, please protect Jack and the rest of our soldiers as they actively participate in the fight against terrorism. Please place a protective barrier around all of our soldiers and make them invisible to their enemies. I pray that You stand beside them . . . in front of them . . . whatever it takes to protect their bodies from the bullets of those who would take their lives. Please protect their hearts and minds from the mental stress and trauma of war. Please, Dear Father, allow them to see the light of another day. Our soldiers are precious to us. They are our husbands, friends, brothers, fathers, fiancés, and we need them home with us as soon as Your will allows it. Please make it soon.
In Jesus’ precious name. Amen.
In Jesus’ precious name. Amen.
I wanna be like Christan!
Directions: Place an X by all the things you've done and remove the X from the ones you have not. Answer the 30 questions at the end and tag 3 (or more) of your friends to play too!(This is for your entire life.)
(x ) Gone on a blind date
(x) Skipped school
( ) Watched someone die
(x ) Gone to Canada
( ) Gone to Mexico
(x) Gone on a plane
( ) Jumped out of a plane
( ) Been on a Helicopter
(xxxxxxxxxxxxx) Gotten lost
(x)Gone on the opposite side of the country
( ) Gone to Washington, DC
(x) Swam in the ocean
(x) Cried your self to sleep
(x ) Played cops and robbers
( ) Recently colored with crayons
(x) Sang Karaoke
(x)Paid for a meal with coins only
(x) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't
(x) Made prank phone calls
(x) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose
(x) Caught a snowflake on your tongue
(x) Danced in the rain
(x) Written a letter to Santa Claus
(x) Gotten kissed under the mistletoe
(x) Watched the sunrise with someone you care about
(x) Blown bubbles
(x) Gone ice-skating
(x) Gone Skiing (water & snow)
(x) Gone skinny dipping outdoors
(x) Gone to the movies
(x) Gone to a drive-in movie
1. Any nickname? Jack calls me baby, the kids call me mommy, Stacey calls me Teena Weena LOL
2. Mother's name? Pamela
3. Favorite drink? Sweet tea
4. Tattoo? yep, 1
5. Body piercings? not yet
6. How much do you love your job? on a scale of 1-10 (10 being the highest) - 8.5
7. Birthplace? Cloverdale, In
8. Favorite vacation spot? Anywhere that phones and tv's are hard to come by
9. Ever been to Africa ? no, but I'd love to
10. Ever eaten cookies for dinner? yes, recently! :)
11. Ever been on TV? does America's Most Wanted count? just kidding. Not that I am aware of.
12. Ever steal any traffic sign? no
13. Ever been in a car accident? Yes, a couple - but like Christan - none were my fault.
14. Drive a 2-door or 4-door vehicle? haha - 5 door - hatch back
15. Favorite salad dressing? honey mustard or chunky bleu cheese
16. Favorite pie? peach
17. Favorite number? 7 because it's magic
18. Favorite movie? The Jerk with Steve Martin (comedy) and City of Angels for romantic
19. Favorite holiday? All of them. I really love Halloween!
20. Favorite dessert? tiramisu (if it's made well)
21. Favorite food? it's too difficult to choose
22. Favorite day of the week? Today!
23. What do you do to relax? what's that? hahaha - i agree with Christan!
24. Favorite toothpaste? Crest with the little pink sparklies
25. Favorite smell? lavender usually - but i love anything that smells clean
26. What month were you born in? August - TODAY in Fact! :)
27. Favorite Candle Scent? merlot
28. How do you see yourself in 10 years? Married to Jack, loving our children
29. What 3 people do you tag to do this meme? Stacey, Rachel, Mom
30. Who will be the first to respond? we'll see
Letting Him Go...Again
I had no idea what to expect when we walked into the airport that morning. Well, that's not exactly true. I suspected (ok I knew) that it was going to be one of the most difficult experiences of my life. But I had been practicing for a few months the fine art of "staying in the moment" whereby you don't think about the past or the future, you just glide along in the here and now and enjoy each experience as it comes.
And I had been pretty successful in doing that, so I hadn't really given much conscious thought to how the morning would unfold. I knew a few things for certain. First, I knew my husband was leaving. Second, I knew it was going to be difficult. Past that, I hadn't really allowed myself to build any preconceived expectations of what would happen.
I won't go into the details of our goodbye. I am pretty sure that if you've ever had to say goodbye (and most of us have) that you can insert your own experience here and feel the emotions I felt upon saying goodbye to my husband of two weeks. The husband I had waited over 20 years to have. My soulmate. My heart. I know you get me.
The purpose for me writing about this is what happened after I put my husband on that plane. The airport authority was kind enough to allow me to accompany my husband back to the gate. After we said our final goodbye, he walked through the doorway and I lost sight of him as he made his way down the walkway and boarded the awaiting aircraft.
I made myself stand there and watch him. I waited a few moments. I think I was holding my breath. I didn't want to leave yet...I could still feel him there. So, I walked over to the window and sat in a chair and watched the plane. Some tears were sliding down my cheeks, but I wasn't out and out crying. I was in pretty good control of myself, considering. I sat there for several minutes and then something told me it was time to leave.
I stood, and began to make my way alone back the way Jack and I had come together less than 20 minutes before. I had only taken about 10 steps, when an older man in a long coat with a briefcase walked closely by me. He looked my way and simply said, "It will be okay," and then he was gone. I don't remember anything about him other than the coat and briefcase and words. I wouldn't be able to recognize him again, even if we were formally introduced. I was in a kind of fog.
As I made my way back through the airport, toward my children who were waiting in the car, I thought about the kindness of a stranger. The words are still with me. He was right. It will be okay.
And I hope that the man in the long coat was catching a plane home to a loving family. And that when he arrived, someone who loves him was there to greet him with a hug and a smile. He deserves that and more, for simply and without intruding, reaching out to a crying woman in an airport who had just placed the love of her life on the first step of a long journey far away from her.
Thank you, man in the long coat. You're in my prayers.
And I had been pretty successful in doing that, so I hadn't really given much conscious thought to how the morning would unfold. I knew a few things for certain. First, I knew my husband was leaving. Second, I knew it was going to be difficult. Past that, I hadn't really allowed myself to build any preconceived expectations of what would happen.
I won't go into the details of our goodbye. I am pretty sure that if you've ever had to say goodbye (and most of us have) that you can insert your own experience here and feel the emotions I felt upon saying goodbye to my husband of two weeks. The husband I had waited over 20 years to have. My soulmate. My heart. I know you get me.
The purpose for me writing about this is what happened after I put my husband on that plane. The airport authority was kind enough to allow me to accompany my husband back to the gate. After we said our final goodbye, he walked through the doorway and I lost sight of him as he made his way down the walkway and boarded the awaiting aircraft.
I made myself stand there and watch him. I waited a few moments. I think I was holding my breath. I didn't want to leave yet...I could still feel him there. So, I walked over to the window and sat in a chair and watched the plane. Some tears were sliding down my cheeks, but I wasn't out and out crying. I was in pretty good control of myself, considering. I sat there for several minutes and then something told me it was time to leave.
I stood, and began to make my way alone back the way Jack and I had come together less than 20 minutes before. I had only taken about 10 steps, when an older man in a long coat with a briefcase walked closely by me. He looked my way and simply said, "It will be okay," and then he was gone. I don't remember anything about him other than the coat and briefcase and words. I wouldn't be able to recognize him again, even if we were formally introduced. I was in a kind of fog.
As I made my way back through the airport, toward my children who were waiting in the car, I thought about the kindness of a stranger. The words are still with me. He was right. It will be okay.
And I hope that the man in the long coat was catching a plane home to a loving family. And that when he arrived, someone who loves him was there to greet him with a hug and a smile. He deserves that and more, for simply and without intruding, reaching out to a crying woman in an airport who had just placed the love of her life on the first step of a long journey far away from her.
Thank you, man in the long coat. You're in my prayers.
Gettin' Glad
My mother tells me that her grandma (who was all of 4'9") used to say, "You can get glad in the same clothes you got mad in," to her and her brothers and sisters when they'd get mad as kids. You should know that mom's grandma raised her 5 grandchildren after their mother died at 32 of breast cancer and their father died of a heart attack at 38.
My great-grandma was a spit fire of a lady! I've heard people say before, "There's a whole lotta woman packed in that little frame," and that aptly described my great-grandmother.
So, when grandma said, "You can get glad in the same clothes you got mad in," she meant to just deal with whatever the situation was, because it wasn't going to change anytime soon, least of all not before you changed outta them clothes.
And I think about that in relation to this week's presidential election. Here in America. In a democratic society . . . a government by the people . . . where majority rules. Where our voices are heard. Where one person can make a difference. Where every vote counts.
And during this election process, two candidates for the office of president came forth. Two honorable men who had strong desires to serve the country they love. Two men who campaigned tirelessly to present their platforms and, each in his own way, win the hearts and minds of the American people. Two men who were the focus of almost every conscious American's interest for a good 18 or so hours on November 4, 2008, as the voting began...and then ended. And then, as the day drew to a close, the votes were tallied, and one of the men won.
Despite who voted for whom, or which man is the best, or what you wanted or didn't want, the outcome is very simple. Majority ruled. One man won.
And a lot of people are mad about it.
So, as my great-grandma once said: YOU CAN GET GLAD IN THE SAME CLOTHES YOU GOT MAD IN.
Because it ain't gonna change anytime soon.
My great-grandma was a spit fire of a lady! I've heard people say before, "There's a whole lotta woman packed in that little frame," and that aptly described my great-grandmother.
So, when grandma said, "You can get glad in the same clothes you got mad in," she meant to just deal with whatever the situation was, because it wasn't going to change anytime soon, least of all not before you changed outta them clothes.
And I think about that in relation to this week's presidential election. Here in America. In a democratic society . . . a government by the people . . . where majority rules. Where our voices are heard. Where one person can make a difference. Where every vote counts.
And during this election process, two candidates for the office of president came forth. Two honorable men who had strong desires to serve the country they love. Two men who campaigned tirelessly to present their platforms and, each in his own way, win the hearts and minds of the American people. Two men who were the focus of almost every conscious American's interest for a good 18 or so hours on November 4, 2008, as the voting began...and then ended. And then, as the day drew to a close, the votes were tallied, and one of the men won.
Despite who voted for whom, or which man is the best, or what you wanted or didn't want, the outcome is very simple. Majority ruled. One man won.
And a lot of people are mad about it.
So, as my great-grandma once said: YOU CAN GET GLAD IN THE SAME CLOTHES YOU GOT MAD IN.
Because it ain't gonna change anytime soon.
My Mother’s Christmas Tribute to the Military
My mother was the editor for an online forum (www.bellaonline.com) for awhile. One of the many wonderful and interesting accomplishments she has made over the past 60 years.
She wrote the piece below for Christmas 2007. I remember her calling both my sister and me on the phone to try it out on us. Of course, we cried as she read it to us.
Who would have known - and now I am crying again - that this would actually become a tribute to her son-in-law Jack and grandson John a short 12 months later?
Christmas Tribute to the Military
Author - Pam Cartwright
Christmas in the Great Lakes states is probably much like Christmas in other areas of the U.S. We don't have enough time or money to do everything we wish we could. We eat too much, spend too much, sleep too little and exercise only by walking into or out of the mall.
Our intentions are good. We buy special gifts for everyone we can think of. We make huge efforts to get just the right gifts..
Uncle Frank is so hard to buy for. Did I get that scarf for him?
Sue really loves tea. Will she like the tea set I bought her?
I have a doctor's appointment on Monday. Should I get something for the nurse at Dr. Johnson's office?
But, sometimes a gift has nothing to do with buying. It's a kind word or a lift to the grocery or a phone call to a far-away friend.
The other day as I was walking into our local supercenter I saw a person dressed in military clothing. You know the kind of outfit I'm talking about. We got used to it with Desert Storm – that desert fighting apparel. I was in awe, as I always am, when face-to-face with someone in the military. The person noticed me staring and shouted hello, so I returned the greeting. It got me to thinking about Christmas in the military. Today, I wrote this poem to thank the men and women who keep our country safe.
You are in my thoughts and prayers today as Christmas Eve draws near
I praise you for your sacrifice to protect what we hold dear
Your thoughts here at Christmastime, I hope are filled with trust
That you will soon be home again where you belong - with us
Each time I see a person clothed in military dress
I silently pray that they return whole and without stress
I give them my biggest smile and hope they understand
That I am thanking them right there in the only way I can
I do not know the harms you face, my information lacks
The knowledge of the place you go when you get summoned back
I share your love of country even if I do not go
You honor me by serving when you may not wish it so
As you read this ode to faith and hope and trust and love, I pray
That it will bring you peace and strength to make it through the day
Remember why we celebrate, remember that we care
Even in the midst of night when no one else is there
As you stand your vigils in the dark and your thoughts wander far
And your greatest wish - to be home - is wished upon a star
Please take my tribute to you and keep it in your heart
I only say what many feel while we are far apart
I hope the loneliness you have is one that you believe
Will make the world a better place each future Christmas Eve
Thank you.
Yes, she's amazing. I am so blessed to be her daughter. She's on my top friends list if you would like to drop her a line.
If you know someone in the service and would like to, please pass my mother's tribute along to them. She would be honored if you share this gift.
She wrote the piece below for Christmas 2007. I remember her calling both my sister and me on the phone to try it out on us. Of course, we cried as she read it to us.
Who would have known - and now I am crying again - that this would actually become a tribute to her son-in-law Jack and grandson John a short 12 months later?
Christmas Tribute to the Military
Author - Pam Cartwright
Christmas in the Great Lakes states is probably much like Christmas in other areas of the U.S. We don't have enough time or money to do everything we wish we could. We eat too much, spend too much, sleep too little and exercise only by walking into or out of the mall.
Our intentions are good. We buy special gifts for everyone we can think of. We make huge efforts to get just the right gifts..
Uncle Frank is so hard to buy for. Did I get that scarf for him?
Sue really loves tea. Will she like the tea set I bought her?
I have a doctor's appointment on Monday. Should I get something for the nurse at Dr. Johnson's office?
But, sometimes a gift has nothing to do with buying. It's a kind word or a lift to the grocery or a phone call to a far-away friend.
The other day as I was walking into our local supercenter I saw a person dressed in military clothing. You know the kind of outfit I'm talking about. We got used to it with Desert Storm – that desert fighting apparel. I was in awe, as I always am, when face-to-face with someone in the military. The person noticed me staring and shouted hello, so I returned the greeting. It got me to thinking about Christmas in the military. Today, I wrote this poem to thank the men and women who keep our country safe.
You are in my thoughts and prayers today as Christmas Eve draws near
I praise you for your sacrifice to protect what we hold dear
Your thoughts here at Christmastime, I hope are filled with trust
That you will soon be home again where you belong - with us
Each time I see a person clothed in military dress
I silently pray that they return whole and without stress
I give them my biggest smile and hope they understand
That I am thanking them right there in the only way I can
I do not know the harms you face, my information lacks
The knowledge of the place you go when you get summoned back
I share your love of country even if I do not go
You honor me by serving when you may not wish it so
As you read this ode to faith and hope and trust and love, I pray
That it will bring you peace and strength to make it through the day
Remember why we celebrate, remember that we care
Even in the midst of night when no one else is there
As you stand your vigils in the dark and your thoughts wander far
And your greatest wish - to be home - is wished upon a star
Please take my tribute to you and keep it in your heart
I only say what many feel while we are far apart
I hope the loneliness you have is one that you believe
Will make the world a better place each future Christmas Eve
Thank you.
Yes, she's amazing. I am so blessed to be her daughter. She's on my top friends list if you would like to drop her a line.
If you know someone in the service and would like to, please pass my mother's tribute along to them. She would be honored if you share this gift.
Leaping!
I tend to be a "leap before you look" kind of person. In life, I jump in with both feet before testing the water. Literally.
When I was 10, my family went on vacation to Florida, and along the way we stopped at a little motel for the night so my parents could rest. I'm sure the beds were comfy and all, but the only thing I could think of as we pulled in was, "Do they have a pool? Do they have a pool?" YES! They did!
I couldn't move fast enough to get my swimming suit on and get out to that pool. It was a fairly small pool, and if my memory serves me right, there was only one other person there (an older lady?) besides my mommy and me. I remember my mom walking around the edge, checking it out. And me? I jumped right in, of course!
I expected to plunge into the pool, feeling the shock of the cold water as I sank like a stone to the bottom. And then I would push off the bottom and rocket up to the top, breaking the surface in a spray of water, gasping for breath. That was my plan, anyway. WRONG. I jumped in, and bzrt! (by the way, that's the sound of a record player needle being scratched across the tracks of a record) I was stunned to find myself standing in water that only came halfway up my thighs. I remember the feeling in my feet and legs - that jarring, this-is-going-to-hurt-later feeling. But more than the physical, I was disappointed. I can only imagine what I must have looked like to the lady who was sitting there. I kind of remember her saying something like, "Not as deep as you thought it was, huh?" or something like that. Of course, my mommy and I went on to have lots of fun. (My mom knows how to make ANYTHING fun - ask me about getting my tonsils out when I was 5. LOL). Anyway, the shallow water was just perfect for us to splash around in and cool down. And we went on to have a wonderful vacation at Disney World.
But, the profound disappointment of that moment and the fun we had afterward, has stayed with me through the years. I suppose it was a defining moment of sorts.
Over the next 30 years of my life, the lesson wasn't lost. And if you know me, you know that what I learned was not "look before you leap." More, it was to continue to live my life with wild abandon, high hopes, rose-colored glasses and always believing the glass is not only half full, but all the way full. To leap fully and eagerly into whatever good I find in life. And that if my expectations fall short of reality, to assess the situation, pull out the good, appreciate what I have, and be happy.
So, I will continue to love without fear or regret, laugh with ease, smile at everyone I meet, make new friends, and keep both of my feet moving forward in this beautiful world.
I love ya, and thanks for reading me!
Mrs. Tina Lynn Hignite
Random Thoughts I've Had Lately
Late at night, when I'm supposed to be sleeping, but what I'm doing instead is tossing and turning and getting all twisted up in my covers, I've begun to record some of the thoughts that drift around in my mind. Often, at 2am, I'm under the covers, typing my nighttime ponderings into the notepad on my PDA.
So, here are a few of them. They're completely random...no real rational thought involved:
* fear leads to over-protection. fear also leads to a compulsion to control. i think the concept of control is illusory. and temporary.
* i believe in giving myself away. so what if i get hurt? it's so completely worth it! that means i'm alive! i want to live freely, expansively and experientially, and with great love!
* is there any purpose or meaning in a life not shared with others? an experience, unshared...does it have value? what is to be gained by keeping experiences to ourselves? wasn't life intended to be shared? how does anyone derive any satisfaction or joy from a life unshared? if we don't share, then what is the point of existing at all? i shudder to think how unsatisfying and lonely i would be without people with whom i can share all of me.
They're random and disconnected, but I thought that if I was thinking things like this, maybe some of you are, too. And maybe if you find something we have in common, you might want to talk about them...or share your thoughts...
Much love,
Tina
So, here are a few of them. They're completely random...no real rational thought involved:
* fear leads to over-protection. fear also leads to a compulsion to control. i think the concept of control is illusory. and temporary.
* i believe in giving myself away. so what if i get hurt? it's so completely worth it! that means i'm alive! i want to live freely, expansively and experientially, and with great love!
* is there any purpose or meaning in a life not shared with others? an experience, unshared...does it have value? what is to be gained by keeping experiences to ourselves? wasn't life intended to be shared? how does anyone derive any satisfaction or joy from a life unshared? if we don't share, then what is the point of existing at all? i shudder to think how unsatisfying and lonely i would be without people with whom i can share all of me.
They're random and disconnected, but I thought that if I was thinking things like this, maybe some of you are, too. And maybe if you find something we have in common, you might want to talk about them...or share your thoughts...
Much love,
Tina
Do-Overs
This is something I wrote in August of 2008. Thought I would share...
I had lunch with Paula and Penny today, and Paula mentioned Do-Overs. Her reference was to the current two politicians running for the office of President of the United States of America. Can we just have a Do-Over? I tend to agree...
But I started thinking about Do-Overs in a different context. I always say that I have no regrets in life, and for the most part, that's true. But the concept of a Do-Over is actually quite appealing to me.
In school, kids scream for a Do-Over when there's interference, they don't understand the rules, or someone cheated. Or sometimes, just because they're losing.
So, in Life, if there were Do-Overs, here's what I would do over:
Interference. Now, that's a good idea. I would totally have called for a Do-Over when (1) that idiot ran the red light and totalled my car and (2) during my single days, my girlfriend spotted the cute guy before I did. Do-Over!
Not understanding the rules. Okay. This happens a lot. I would totally go back and call a Do-Over on these occasions: (1) agreeing to bake cookies for school without asking questions first - WHAT? 400 COOKIES BY TOMORROW MORNING?!?!, (2) chaperoning field trips without knowing where the class is going. The animal control facility? Uh, no. Wait, I didn't mean to sign that volunteer form. I thought it was a permission slip!, (3) marriage before the age of 40. Enough said. Do-Over.
Someone cheated. Um, hello husband number one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BING BING BING. We have a winner! BIG DO-OVER!
I'm losing. Oh, man. This could be a long list. I'm not a good loser. I'd call a Do-Over when: (1) I see that the ball is not going to drop on my number on the roulette table, (2) speeding up (just a little) to make it through a yellow light and the nice police officer turns his pretty lights on just for me (see "interference" above - i know. karma, huh?), (3) negotiations with my credit card company when I want my rate lowered and they won't do what I want them to. It's only 5% - what do they care? and (4) I'm playing video games with Mikey - he's so good at them! I would love to say, "Do-Over" and then restart the game. I'd love to win just once! Do-Over.
So, I still have no regrets.
Just a teensy little list of Do-Overs.
Luv-Luv
I had lunch with Paula and Penny today, and Paula mentioned Do-Overs. Her reference was to the current two politicians running for the office of President of the United States of America. Can we just have a Do-Over? I tend to agree...
But I started thinking about Do-Overs in a different context. I always say that I have no regrets in life, and for the most part, that's true. But the concept of a Do-Over is actually quite appealing to me.
In school, kids scream for a Do-Over when there's interference, they don't understand the rules, or someone cheated. Or sometimes, just because they're losing.
So, in Life, if there were Do-Overs, here's what I would do over:
Interference. Now, that's a good idea. I would totally have called for a Do-Over when (1) that idiot ran the red light and totalled my car and (2) during my single days, my girlfriend spotted the cute guy before I did. Do-Over!
Not understanding the rules. Okay. This happens a lot. I would totally go back and call a Do-Over on these occasions: (1) agreeing to bake cookies for school without asking questions first - WHAT? 400 COOKIES BY TOMORROW MORNING?!?!, (2) chaperoning field trips without knowing where the class is going. The animal control facility? Uh, no. Wait, I didn't mean to sign that volunteer form. I thought it was a permission slip!, (3) marriage before the age of 40. Enough said. Do-Over.
Someone cheated. Um, hello husband number one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BING BING BING. We have a winner! BIG DO-OVER!
I'm losing. Oh, man. This could be a long list. I'm not a good loser. I'd call a Do-Over when: (1) I see that the ball is not going to drop on my number on the roulette table, (2) speeding up (just a little) to make it through a yellow light and the nice police officer turns his pretty lights on just for me (see "interference" above - i know. karma, huh?), (3) negotiations with my credit card company when I want my rate lowered and they won't do what I want them to. It's only 5% - what do they care? and (4) I'm playing video games with Mikey - he's so good at them! I would love to say, "Do-Over" and then restart the game. I'd love to win just once! Do-Over.
So, I still have no regrets.
Just a teensy little list of Do-Overs.
Luv-Luv
My Advice: Leave the garbage on the curb!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Something I wrote in August of 2008. Enjoy!
A big theme in my life lately has been living in the here and now. Not the past - it's over. Not the future - it's uncertain. But here. Now. Being alive in this moment, right now, is such a gift. But it's a gift I've often squandered over the years, as I dwelled on occurrences of the past, choices I'd made, or the looming fear of future events.
I've lost a fair share of my life by being parked, stopped, anchored...my feet firmly planted (rooted even) in the moment, with my head and heart stuck somewhere in the past.
I've often likened living-in-the-here-and-now vs living-in-the-past to garbage. Once I've collected all the garbage in the house - and bagged it all up - gone to all that effort to lug those bags out to the curb, why oh why would I ever want to go out there and bring it back in the house again?!?!?! That would be insane, right? But we do it every day. We say that we're going to let things go, but then invariably find ourselves recanting past events to our friends, co-workers and loved ones. In essence, bringing the garbage back into the house, opening it up, and going through the contents, no matter how much it stinks. What's the point in that? How does that serve us?
Now, don't get me wrong. When events are fresh or new, we usually need to talk about them - vent - get some advice - so that we can have some insight into ourselves and learn. But once the event is over, and we find ourselves telling the story for the sheer entertainment value, I have to wonder if that does more harm than good. We're taking precious moments from "now" to talk about "then" when we could be LIVING!
So, it was like seeing my name on a billboard when I read Dooce (www.dooce.com) today and saw this: "No matter what horrible thing you're going through, when it's all over it only takes three seconds to sum it up. Remember that." That was Leona's advice to Dooce.
So, Here's my list of horrible events in life that now take only three seconds to sum up:
* My first pregnancy ended in a miscarriage. I couldn't imagine ever going through the potential heartbreak of getting pregnant again. I now have four lovely children and four amazing soon-to-be stepchildren.
* I was married to an abusive man, and I never thought my kids and I would be safe or free. But we are.
* I was fired from a job once. It sucked. I survived.
* Having two failed marriages felt awful, until I (re)met the man of my dreams.
* When all the kids were younger and living at home, there were times I thought I would lose my mind. I'm still sane.
And a prediction of a future three-second sum-up:
* Jack and I and the kids are sitting around talking about how much we missed each other when he was gone, how proud we are of him and how happy we are to have him home!
I think the key is to disconnect the emotion from past events, and give them their proper place in history. With a bit of distance and perspective, we detach ourselves from our stories, stop living in the past and live in the here and now.
What kind of experiences and opportunities can you create if you turn down the volume on the past and turn up the volume on the present?
Much peace...
A big theme in my life lately has been living in the here and now. Not the past - it's over. Not the future - it's uncertain. But here. Now. Being alive in this moment, right now, is such a gift. But it's a gift I've often squandered over the years, as I dwelled on occurrences of the past, choices I'd made, or the looming fear of future events.
I've lost a fair share of my life by being parked, stopped, anchored...my feet firmly planted (rooted even) in the moment, with my head and heart stuck somewhere in the past.
I've often likened living-in-the-here-and-now vs living-in-the-past to garbage. Once I've collected all the garbage in the house - and bagged it all up - gone to all that effort to lug those bags out to the curb, why oh why would I ever want to go out there and bring it back in the house again?!?!?! That would be insane, right? But we do it every day. We say that we're going to let things go, but then invariably find ourselves recanting past events to our friends, co-workers and loved ones. In essence, bringing the garbage back into the house, opening it up, and going through the contents, no matter how much it stinks. What's the point in that? How does that serve us?
Now, don't get me wrong. When events are fresh or new, we usually need to talk about them - vent - get some advice - so that we can have some insight into ourselves and learn. But once the event is over, and we find ourselves telling the story for the sheer entertainment value, I have to wonder if that does more harm than good. We're taking precious moments from "now" to talk about "then" when we could be LIVING!
So, it was like seeing my name on a billboard when I read Dooce (www.dooce.com) today and saw this: "No matter what horrible thing you're going through, when it's all over it only takes three seconds to sum it up. Remember that." That was Leona's advice to Dooce.
So, Here's my list of horrible events in life that now take only three seconds to sum up:
* My first pregnancy ended in a miscarriage. I couldn't imagine ever going through the potential heartbreak of getting pregnant again. I now have four lovely children and four amazing soon-to-be stepchildren.
* I was married to an abusive man, and I never thought my kids and I would be safe or free. But we are.
* I was fired from a job once. It sucked. I survived.
* Having two failed marriages felt awful, until I (re)met the man of my dreams.
* When all the kids were younger and living at home, there were times I thought I would lose my mind. I'm still sane.
And a prediction of a future three-second sum-up:
* Jack and I and the kids are sitting around talking about how much we missed each other when he was gone, how proud we are of him and how happy we are to have him home!
I think the key is to disconnect the emotion from past events, and give them their proper place in history. With a bit of distance and perspective, we detach ourselves from our stories, stop living in the past and live in the here and now.
What kind of experiences and opportunities can you create if you turn down the volume on the past and turn up the volume on the present?
Much peace...
Coming Home, by Jack Hignite
What my husband wants to do right now, more than anything in the world...
From the safety of my bed
I'm snuggled in bed in my jammies, freshly showered, wrapped in blankets, head on one pillow, arms hugging another, fan blowing gently, thunderstorms rolling from the cd player, soft shushing of Jack's cpap machine, his warm body inches from me, our legs touching, his rhythmic breathing...
The only thing in between me and a good night's sleep is the phone in my hand that gives me access to the Internet.
And What Happened Yesterday.
The only thing in between me and a good night's sleep is the phone in my hand that gives me access to the Internet.
And What Happened Yesterday.
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