Thursday, August 12, 2010
and besides... it helps my goal of a blog a day when I'm not feeling particularly inspired by other topics! So Kasey, Nursie8 and others... here's my scoop!
A - Age: 57. So far.
B - Bed size: Queen
C - Chore you hate: yard care.
D - Dog's name: Diamond. OK, a 10 year old named her.
E - Essential start-your-day item: coffee & quiet time.
F - Favorite color: green makes me smile.
G - Gold or silver: Gold - shiny.
H - Height: five foot three - used to claim five four (stretching by a quarter inch), but the Dr's office called me on it last year. I'm shrinking.
I - Instruments you play: recorder, violin (if you count being a rusty person who learned in youth)
J - Job title: Application Developer Lead
K - Kid(s): OneKid, son grown and married
L - Living arrangements: me and my shadow (the aforementioned canine)
M - Mom's name: Jo
N - Nickname(s): when I was back in grade school, I was called Shadow. Since then, none. Oh, except that very few people on the planet are allowed to call me Barbie. If you're one of them, consider yourself extremely privileged. I was named before the doll, and it was what my mom called me.
O - Overnight hospital stay other than birth: Well, if you count sleeping in a chair while your kid is the patient, that would be it. Never as a patient, except when giving birth to said kid.
P - Pet peeve: intolerance. Chill out, already!
Q - Quote from a movie: "When will we be going back? And who will that be?" Apollo 13. Guess what... we're going now, and it's a whole herd of turtles. (Sorry, couldn't resist!)
R - Right or left handed: yes. Any question with an OR in it can be answered with a boolean value. If at least one of the responses is true, the answer is "Yes". Like most lefties, I do some things right-handed... so the answer is yes. I'm both.
S - Siblings: three sisters and a brother.
T - Time you wake up: 4:20 a.m.
U- First word that comes to your mind for "U": This one's not fair. One gets influenced by seeing the answers of others. Now if I can get that last thing I saw out of my mind, and blank it out... "unique"!
V - Vegetable you dislike: asparagus, and lima beans. There are very few veggies I dislike. These are two I will tolerate, but never crave.
W - Ways you run late: by thinking I have enough time to do this "one short thing" before the meeting. Sigh.
X - X-rays you've had: If you count the mammos that come with annuals, and bone density screens, that really is about it.
Y - Yummy food you make: I hate to mention this one, because it's totally decadent, but I do this baked cheese hors d'oerve with an olive inside. Or if you want to go Summer time and healthy--a simple Greek salad is a fave.
Z - Zoo favorite: giraffes.
OK, go for it gang! Your turn.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Funny how many "passive" / "victim" metaphors we have about our lives. I'm going to pick two to pick on this morning.
1. "I've been on an emotional roller coaster". This implies the emotions are taking me for a ride. I have little say in the ups and downs and curves and twists. But you know something about roller coasters? They are limited by their rails!
2. "I'm a yo-yo dieter". Gain weight, lose weight. Like I'm being jerked around and someone or something outside of me is jerking the string?
So, am I a rider on the roller coaster... or do I design the rails?
And, am I the yo-yo being jerked around... or am I holding the string?
Here's to deciding who we are in our metaphors!
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
When I was kid, I got tired of grandma and great aunts and great grandmas and all noting special dates all the time. Most of the time they were talking about people I'd never met and their special days.
Now, of course, I've turned into grandma! I have dates in my head that won't go away. I note in passing that Sunday was my daughter in law's birthday, and she was born in the year I married my one and only. It was a bummer of a day with the news so recent that her husband (my son) would NOT be coming home next week like we had come to expect.
Yesterday was a huge date: 8/9/10 (in US representation). Yes, it's one of those dates that grandma used to harp on. My mom's father was born on 8/9/1910! In Missouri, for those of you who live there now. He later migrated to Iowa to take on work, and his eldest daughter crossed the river to marry a Nebraskan, which is how I came to live here!
In thinking of grandpa, I can't help commemorating what he did with the latter years of his life. He retired early, at 55. My dad thought he was nuts at the time. Even now, I'm older than he was when he retired, and I'm still working away.
But what did he do with this retirement? He did a whole lot of Boy Scout volunteering. Was this man active? You bet! Hunting (with bow, muzzle loading musket, and regular guns as well). He cleaned and grandma cooked whatever he bagged. Fishing (with hand tied flies)... a memory I hold fondly as he would take us kids along to Lake Mannawa. He took troops of Boy Scouts on a canoe expedition into Canada, at least once. On his 65th birthday, he hiked 65 miles down in the desert (Philmont Scout Ranch)!
There IS a family heritage for fitness! Here's to you, Grandpa, for giving a great example of an active and useful life.
Monday, August 09, 2010
I was just reading a blog but it could have been any number of blogs that talk about fresh starts or beginning again... when this thought popped into my brain: "Are we really beginning again... or are we continuing?" . o O (Uh-oh, she's going philosophical on us again!)
The path of self-care began when we were children, infants, even. When we first reached to feed ourselves, or started to crawl, we began didn't we?
It is a journey of enlightenment, of learning, and of discipline. Our personalities play into how we perceive it, big-time. To me, it's all about choices: learning to make ones that will take us where we want to go. Everything from learning how to walk to school or which way leads to the park as kids to more adult choices: what to buy at the grocery store, what career path to follow.
While learning what to do to get us where we want to go... we need first to understand where it is we want to go. What is our heart's desire? Only each of us can know what that heart's desire is: perhaps even figuring out what we want / are meant to do in life is part of the journey.
I may not even be able to express my heart's desire in words. When I was a kid, and people would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I had a one-word answer in my head: "Happy". What I most desire is inner peace... freedom from fear. To feel contentment. I know what it feels like, I've felt it... but it is elusive. It can slip away when the picture around us changes! If you're a sensitive soul, it can slip away from simply seeing someone else struggling! If you're a controlling personality, it can mean you start trying to fix life for everyone else!
Responding to others, then, is also part of the journey. Because we are not alone. Self-sufficiency also requires community sufficiency. This journey never ends. Even when "beginning", we are really "continuing". Continuing to learn, to grow, and to work to achieve our heart's desire.
For today, I will put aside the things beyond my control, and do what I can. I will nurture my body and my mind and my soul. I will be kind to others but I won't try to live their lives for them. I will accept the grace of contentment without complacency.
May all who read feel a peace within... that elusive contentment... and be kind to yourself.
Sunday, August 08, 2010
One of my major themes in this journey is learning to treat myself gently when I'm not "perfect" about the plan. But another major theme that I subscribe to is, indeed, what Marenamoo says "Be ever vigilant."
I was whimsically thinking of what to blog today and this title popped into my head: "Being vigilant doesn't mean you can't be gentle!" Just to be sure, I looked it up!
Vigilant, according to Webster, means "staying watchful and alert to danger or trouble." That's it. Being aware of what's going on around us, and in us. This is not an impediment to being kind to ourselves.
I like to think of parenting my inner toddler at times like this. When I slip and slide I imagine a little girl with red curls stomping her patent leather-clad foot and putting her hands on her hips and saying "No!" Yep, Toddler Barbie wants what she wants!
I don't know about you, but when I discipline a toddler, I have trouble keeping the twinkle out of my eye because they are so darned CUTE, and you can't help being crazy about them! Besides, it becomes a "teachable moment". I can talk about WHY a behavior is wrong, and how it benefits to behave differently. I can give Toddler Barbie another way to look at the world. There is nobody more adorably serious and remorseful than a toddler learning to make sense of the concept of "being good".
So, that's what today is about. Vigilance with kindness. I actually feel pretty good this morning. I slept well.
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