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Life is a Journey

Sunday musing: 

I like this word. I stumbled upon it this week, and keep returning to it. I am in a state of metanoia. This is a good thing. 

I am a student of Train Your Brain. I am a student of meditation (or at least trying.) I am taking steps to better myself so I can THRIVE this year, rather than react to the world around me. 

Because I love a good baseball analogy, I’m ready to “go to the show!” 

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What Boosts Your Confidence?

Sometimes it’s a little thing that makes us feel younger, stronger, prettier, smarter. Sometimes it’s a big thing. Clothes often do that for me. A slimming outfit, a color that I know makes my eyes bright. 

What does it for you?  One of these or something else entirely? 

They all work for me!

Dusk

Dusk.  That special time of day when the sun is not up and not down.  When the sky and the horizon are almost the same color.  When it’s darn hard to see when you have a double astigmatism 😀

Last week Hurricane Matthew visited the east coast of Florida before taking a toll in Georgia, South Caroline, and North Caroline.  This photo was taken that Thursday evening, when we had some clouds and a bit of rain and wind on the west coast of Florida. 

It was dusk, it has been raining, and through the pink clouds there was a rainbow.  Since I can not pass up a good cloud or rainbow photo, especially at dusk or sunset, I snapped a pic.

Thank you Hurricane Matthew for not bringing harm to any of my friends.  I know a few people in the Carolinas who will be dealing with loss of power and flooding for a while, but homes, pets and persons are safe.

 

A Halloween Story

Once upon a time I grew up in a rural community in Northern California. Very rural. 

The year was 1977. Halloween was a big deal that year. I don’t remember what our costumes were, but I remember the car and the pumpkin. 

We had an orange Malibu. Orange? Yes. The color-blind paternal unit painted it orange. Not pretty, but he loved it. (If my recollection is correct, he thought it was lemon yellow.)

That was the year he came upon a really huge pumpkin. We’re talking close to three feet tall. Huge. HUGE!!  I remember him pondering that pumpkin, and a plan developed. 

The plan was simple. Carve a terrifying face. Rig a lightbulb inside that was wired so that the cigarette lighter would turn it off and on. Affix it to the top of the car. Drive around on Halloween night, scaring the trick-or-treaters. 

We watched him prepare for about a week. On Halloween night, we waited until dark and then headed into town. We crept along the neighborhood streets, and turn on the pumpkin when we approached a group of kids. The maternal unit stuck a cassette recorder out the window and played a recording of the haunted house record. There was jumping, screaming, and laughing all night. The town kids got a kick out of it. 

It is quite possible that the parents had more fun that year than us kids. 

Now and then, this time of year, that memory wanders in and I wonder…how would that plan play out nowadays? 

I wonder how technology would make a difference. I’m guessing there wouldn’t need to be wires going to the cigarette lighter, nor a cassette recorder held out the window. Let’s face it, cassettes don’t even exist any more. It all would be quite different. 

So tell me…

Making New Friends

Last night I had the amazing opportunity to meet in real life someone I’ve “known” on Facebook for several months. Her name is Windy, and we had a blast!

We met in a Facebook group called The Socialite Suite. If you are in direct sales, I highly encourage you to check it out. I’ll include links at the end of the post. 

A few weeks ago, Windy visited the Red Lobster with her mom. She Periscoped her love of all you can eat shrimp and the biscuits. I commented that I’d never been to a Red Lobster. So began the plans to indoctorinate me. 

Last night, she Periscoped my first bite. I confess to laughing so hard it was hard to eat! Ok, the biscuit was pretty darn good. The waitress pressured the kitchen to make a perfect batch for us, and they did well. (By the way, the waitress was probably one of the best and most entertaining I’ve ever met.)We of course ordered the all you can eat shrimp, and we didn’t totally overdo it. We talked and laughed and cried and got to know each other better. We discovered a number of things we share in common. It was a really fun evening. It’s so strange to meet someone in real life when you already kinda know them!

Upon leaving, Windy shared her catalog with me. I of course did NOT have one in my bag, as alas, I am the worst consultant ever!  I plan to mail her one 😉 (I did find some in my car, and my purse is restocked now.)

You can learn more about my new pal Windy at www.windyscharmedlife.com She is an Oragami Owl consultant (her jewelry totally rocked!) Check out the cool lockets, let her tell your story. Tell her I said hi. 

If you want to know how to do direct sales without being spammy or how to become an amazing blogger, check out www.sassysuite.com There you will find info on how to do direct sales with heart and without being that obnoxious direct seller that makes you hide every time you see them. There also an awesome Facebook group you can join. 

Learning To Be Me

I told a friend this morning that I am, philosophically, a changed person these days. At the moment I was able to get up from the floor of the garage after the ladder incident, I developed a new outlook on life.

I focus my energy on the good rather than all the negative that swirls around us. That’s a big shift. That’s not to say I don’t get sucked in from time to time. I’m human afterall. But I try.

Doing so has brought about an odd sense of underlying calm. Most of the time 😉  I’ve gained the ability to view challenging situations less emotionally than before. It’s a whole new thing for me, and I rather like it!

I’ve also learned to be more “me”, to lower the proverbial wall a bit and let folks get to know me a little better. Yup, I’ve got a wall. In fact, a former boyfriend once told me that the brick wall I live behind makes it hard for people to get to know the real me. Maybe a few of those bricks are falling away?

I tend to have three different versions of me that the world sees:
Professional Me

Family Me

Friends Me

I’m slowly learning to meld them together. It’s not always easy. I have found that being more “me” in my professional world brings wonderful rewards. I never expected that.

I used to freak when my worlds would collide. Now I allow a bit of grey area. To my surprise, it’s less exhausting that way!  Who knew? Former boyfriend was onto something. Too bad I was too young to listen back in the day. Well, that’s ok.

I am who I am today thanks to my yesterdays.
Be generous. Be kind. Be genuine. Be all of this in all that you do. You’ll be surprised how rewarding it is to simply be you!

Life is a Choice…Just Choose

Something amazing happens when you fall off a ladder. It can go one of two ways:

  1. You give into fear and it doesn’t end so well. 
  2. You choose to fight and you end up living.

As I felt the ladder fall out from under me, I knew I had to protect my head from hitting the cement at all costs. I didn’t want my best friend and emergency contact to find me dead on the garage floor. Yes, that was the thought process. 

I don’t remember much else. I don’t remember hitting the heavy duty metal shelving, which miraculously broke my fall and saved my life. I don’t remember hitting the ground. I don’t think I lost conciousness, but I’m not positive. 

I do remember laying there, with my head tucked forward, realizing I was alive. I had not hit my head in the cement. I got up, assessed for injuries, and called my boss to tell her I’d be late. I didn’t realize until later that my head had crashed into the shelving. 

It took about a week to realize, I could easily be dead. People fall off ladders and die. I had not. I had instinctively chosen to fight and to live. I am still amazed. I have always heard how the fight or flight thing works. I’d never experienced it. 

I’ve had a lot of time to think about this. The whole experience has been life changing. Being forced to slow down has been a good thing. Doing one thing at a time has brought me a bit of focus. I no longer take anything for granted. I seem to say, “Life is too short…” at least once a day. 

Life can change on a dime. The life we live is a choice. We are responsible for our own life experience. Personal responsibility. 

I have chosen to be positive. I have chosen to find something to be thankful for every day. I have chosen to live with intention. Purpose. To make a positive difference. 

As I was going through this metamorphosis, my mother was choosing to stop fighting. Stop living. Her passing has only solidified my choices. We all make choices. 

I choose life. It may not always be easy. It may not always be fun and exciting. But it’s my life, and I am the navigator. 

Derailed…

When last we met, I was recovering from a fall from a ladder.  A few…developments, yes, we shall call them developments, have taken place since them…

  1. I joined a Direct Sales company.  If anyone had told me a year ago I would be in Direct Sales, I would have laughed at them.  What can I say?  Everything clicked.
  2. I turned 50, with zero fanfare. In fact, I had the flu and was pretty darn miserable.  Every plan I had was cancelled due to the ankle and head situation.  Then I got sick.  I will celebrate next year!
  3. I discovered I was mis-diagnosed, and had a pretty significant concussion.  Significant.  Concussion.  My doc was pretty horrified.
  4. My mother died. It’s ok. She’s in a much better place and is happy and at peace for the first time in years.
  5. I was forced to slow down and reassess my entire life – how I live, what I do,  my daily activities, what is important, what is not – there has been a big shift.

Let’s start with the head injury.  It’s been four months and twenty days.  I still have a lump  and swelling on my head.  I can no longer multi-task.  I am unable to lift anything more than about seven pounds without “feeling it”.  I forget my words from time time to time.  I tired easily.  Headaches are more frequent.  I become extremely anxious when I see anyone on a ladder.  I am now terrified of ladders.  Stressful situation trigger issues.  I have been forced to slow down, as I can not manage well with a lot of physical or mental exertion.  I mean WAY down.  Life is different.  It has shifted.

I am beginning to see small improvements.  They can not happen fast enough for me.  I’m told it could be a year before I’m “normal” again.  Normal.  What is that?  Do I really want to be who I was before the ladder incident?  Hmmmm.  I kind of like new me.

I named my concussion Herman.  I visualize him as one of those green gremlins that got wet and was fed after midnight.  Herman and I are co-existing.  Some days he takes the lead, some days I take the lead.  Some days he’s quite obnoxious.  I work hard to not aggravate Herman.

The ankle is healed and unsteady.  It gets sore easily.  I’ve not walked since I fell because I’ve not been up to the exertion.  I plan to start soon, as I need to do one more thing to move forward.

My mother died after many years of ups and downs with her physical and mental health.  I was unable to fly, and could not go out when it all came down.  While I would have liked to be there to support my brother, Herman saw to it that I kept my feet on the ground.  She is now at peace.

Life is different.  Everything has changed.  I have modified so many things in my life and how I live it, I look back in amazement.  I have a good attitude.  I do NOT let it get me down.  I get frustrated with it sometimes, but I will win in the end. Slow and steady wins the race.

That’s the recap of the last few months.  Taking life one safe step at a time.  Managing Herman.  Embracing the new shifts.  Living each day with intention rather than just living.  Life is a gift.

Lessons learned?

Cats will find their own way down.  Do not climb a ladder to save one.

If you are moving too fast, you will fall down stairs and off of ladders.  Slow down.  Look around.  Smell the roses.

Some people want to live and fight hard to do so.  Some don’t.  You can not force someone to live who no longer wants to.

Direct Sales is actually a pretty good gig.  Don’t believe everything you hear.

Meditation helps calm me and prepare me for what the day has in store.

Not everyone gets a second chance like I did.  I am eternally grateful and don’t want to waste a minute.