Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Reduce, Renew, Resuscitate



Sometimes silence is golden.
Sometimes silence is lonely.
Sometimes silence is just an opportunity to catch our breaths.

I've been silent on here for a while. This isn't an apology and I'm not going to offer any excuses.

For me, this blog is at times a diary, a confessional, a scrapbook, a release valve..... It's here for me in a way that I don't have the courage to ask any people in my life to be. It does not judge. It's not too busy. It doesn't care if I call it at 2 in the afternoon or 3 in the morning.

But sometimes I need a break from even the best of listeners, I guess. So I went away...sort of. In some ways I think I was just trying to find cover until the dust had settled.
Grandma's Purse spills out Waterway FountainBack at the beginning of January when I begrudgingly welcomed in the new year, I complained about this sort of cloud that seemed to cover everything from my physical and financial well-being to the sad state of my bedroom and love life. Little did I know that my world was going to be turned upside-down in the month and a half to come.  In that time, many people and possessions moved out of my life. Some I chose to discard. Others were things I would have preferred to hang on to.

 Either way they are things that the universe knows I no longer need for the future ahead of me.

So I come here now having cleaned out the purse that is my life. There are new people in my life. There is a new list of adventures to keep me busy and interested in life. There is a new future ahead of me. I have no idea what it looks like, but perhaps it's time for me to stop being silent and to start making noise again.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

101 in 1001 List #3

101 in 1001 List #3

04/16/2012 - 01/11/2015


1. Answer 100 questions from Proust.com
2. Ask 3 people what their favorite movie is and watch it with them
3. Ask someone out on a date - Completed 5/11/2012
4. Attend a family reunion
5. Attend a late night movie premiere
6. Attend a spinning class
7. Attend my 20-Year HS reunion  - Completed 9/29/2012
8. Attend Trivia night at a pub
9. Build a sand castle
10. Complete 3 incomplete items from List #1 - (1/3)
11. Complete 3 incomplete items from List #2 - (2/3)
12. Complete a 1000 piece puzzle  - Completed 7/15/2012
13. Complete a coloring book
14. Complete the 100 Snapshots list #2
15. Create an inspiration board
16. Crochet a sweater
17. Crochet socks - Completed 7/3/2012
18. Crochet something for charity
19. Decorate my bedroom in a way that is totally me
20. Do 3 minutes of stretching each day
21. Do something fun and fabulous for my 40th birthday
22. Do something fun at 12:12 on 12/12/12
23. Do brunch  - Completed 12/1/2012
24. Do the 200 sit-ups challenge
25. Dress up in a homemade costume every Halloween
26. Eat at 10 new restaurants - (5/10)
27. Eat no fast food for a month
28. Feed an animal at the zoo
29. Fold 1000 paper cranes - (955/1000)
30. Get a tattoo
31. Get asked for my phone number  - Completed 12/12/2012
32. Get up without hitting the snooze button for one week
33. Give a 100% tip
34. Go on 10 first dates  - (2/10)
35. Go on 5 second dates - (2/5)
36. Go on 2 third dates - (1/2)
37. Go on a scavenger hunt
38. Go to a roller derby match  - Completed 12/29/2012
39. Go to Burning Man
40. Go to the ballet
41. Go to the opera
42. Have $xxx,xxx in my 401k plan - (83%)
43. Have a maid service come in and clean 3 times
44. Hike 5 miles of the Appalachian Trail
45. Host a game night
46. Join RPUMC
47. Kiss someone at midnight on New Years
48. Kiss someone in the rain
49. Kiss someone under the mistletoe
50. Lay at the edge of the water on a beach and let the tide wash over me
51. Learn how to decorate a cake
52. Learn to make one really great appetizer
53. Learn to make one really great salad
54. Learn to make one really great entrée
55. Learn to make one really great dessert
56. Learn to play 3 songs on the guitar
57. Learn to play 3 songs on the piano
58. Learn to roll sushi
59. Learn to swim under water without holding my nose
60. Make 3 things from instructables.com
61. Make a 100-song play list that I never get tired of listening to
62. Make a list of 10 great things about me and post it somewhere I'll see it
63. Make a pie on Pi day (March 14th)
64. Make a video about a day in my life
65. Make homemade doughnuts
66. Make pasta
67. Meet someone famous
68. Paint a picture and hang it in my house
69. Participate in 4 breast cancer fundraising events
70. Participate in 6 Devour Downtown menus
71. Participate in a mini-triathalon
72. Participate in Project 333
73. Ride in a gondola
74. Ride my motorcycle across the Mackinac Bridge
75. Sew a dress and wear it
76. Sew a shirt and wear it
77. Sew a skirt and wear it
78. Sew some pants and wear them
79. Spend a day at the beach
80. Spend a day in the desert
81. Spend a day in the mountains
82. Spend no more than $8/day on food for the entire 1001 days ($59/$8,008)
83. Start a birthday tradition
84. Take a 1000+ mile road trip
85. Take a photo in the capital of each state in the contiguous US  - (1/48)
86. Take a photo of the same place every month for year and then turn it into a calendar
      for the next year
87. Take a vacation by myself for at least 2 days at least 100 miles from home
88. Throw a Cinco De Mayo Party
89. Throw a New Year's Eve party
90. Throw a Superbowl Party
91. Throw away all of my underwear and start again
92. Unplug for a weekend
93. Use the Wii once a week
94. Visit 26 cities - one for each letter of the alphabet and take a photo by a sign with
      the city name on it
95. Visit 3 National Parks/Monuments/Historic Sites/etc
96. Walk Sasha an average of 20 minutes every day
97. Watch 26 movies I've not seen (1 for each letter of the alphabet)  - (9/26)
98. Watch the sun rise and set in the same day
99. Win more than $10 on a lottery ticket  - Completed 1/18/2013
100. Write Madi a note every week
101. Create another 101 List

Tuesday, April 17, 2012


Kindness


Before you know what kindness really is 
you must lose things, 
feel the future dissolve in a moment 
like salt in a weakened broth. 
What you held in your hand, 
what you counted and carefully saved, 
all this must go so you know 
how desolate the landscape can be 
between the regions of kindness. 
How you ride and ride 
thinking the bus will never stop, 
the passengers eating maize and chicken 
will stare out the window forever.



Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness, 
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho 
lies dead by the side of the road. 
You must see how this could be you, 
how he too was someone 
who journeyed through the night with plans 
and the simple breath that kept him alive. 



Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, 
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing. 
You must wake up with sorrow. 
You must speak to it till your voice 
catches the thread of all sorrows 
and you see the size of the cloth.



Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore, 
only kindness that ties your shoes 
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread, 
only kindness that raises its head 
from the crowd of the world to say 
It is I you have been looking for, 
and then goes with you everywhere 
like a shadow or a friend. 

Friday, March 2, 2012

It is a wise woman who learns from her mistakes

Aging is not lost youth but a new stage of opportunity and strength.
Betty Friedan

It is sad to grow old but nice to ripen.
Brigitte Bardot

















While one finds company in himself and his pursuits, he cannot feel old, no matter what his years may be.


Today I received an email from one of the HR people in Seattle (the headquarters of my company) requesting an electronic copy of my employee photo for a conference that I will be attending in March. I guess that 10 years ago when I started, the only copies that HR received here actual photos which they then store in paper files. After talking to a few people here in the office, it was discovered that my old administrative assistant had an electronic copy of the photo which he sent off to headquarters. He also copied me on it.

I remember thinking at the time the photo was taken that I didn't like it at all. I critiqued it and picked out all of my flaws. My face was too fat, my eyes seemed too small and I hated the way my hair refused to curl on the left side. It wasn't a photo I remember being proud of in the least. So imagine my surprise when I opened the file and thought, "Oh my! That is a pretty young woman!" THEN I remembered it was me 10 years ago!

I remember how I was 10 years ago.  I was spending a lot of time on my appearance.  I was working out for real for the first time in my life, but the results never seemed to come fast enough or to be enough. I was sad because there were no boys that liked me and more of my Saturday nights were spent home than out doing the fun things I imagined other people my age were doing.  I just KNEW there was something fundamentally wrong (and consequently unlovable) about me and it was my job to spend every waking hour ferreting out what that could possibly be. As a result the drill sergeant in my head was very vigilant and always ready to squash the slightest bit of a thought I might have that I was funny or pretty or great to be around.

.....You know.....kinda like I do to myself today.

Oh how horrible and ashamed (and motivated) I felt when I saw that picture. I want to go back and tell the young woman in that picture that she is loved and she is worthy and she is AMAZING. I want to tell her that she has wonderful adventures ahead of her and that she will endure pain but she will also know love in a way she never has. I want to tell her to put her chin up and her chest out and to face anything that comes at her with the courage and resilience I know she has.

But I can't do that.

Or can I?

What's the old saying? If you want shade from a tree, when was the best time to plant that tree? 40 years ago. When is the second best time? Today.

I don't want to be sitting here 10 years from now chastising the 38-year-old woman in the second picture above for doing the same thing the 28-year-old woman did to herself.

So, here's the message the 48-year-old Me has for me today:

"You are loved and worthy and  AMAZING. You have wonderful adventures ahead of you. You will endure pain but you will also know love in a way you never have. Put your chin up and your chest out and face anything that comes at you with the courage and resilience that I know you have."

Thursday, March 1, 2012

On Finding Love - Part 1

“Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.” 

Life is a complicated thing. Often it gives the test first and the lesson afterward. There are times when we think our heart will overflow with joy. There are other times when our heart breaks into a million little pieces and we're sure it will never be able to be healed again. We bump into one another and, like the ball in a game of Pong, our paths are permanently changed. With the smallest word, we find we are loved in a way we never imagined. With the tiniest slight, we are overwhelmed with loneliness.


As anyone who is a friend of mine on Facebook knows, the last month has been a tough one for me. I am fortunate that my family members are well, I have a stable job, and my health is good. But my heart has been broken and the loneliness I feel often overtakes me. A friend, who used to be a lover, has moved onto a new love. Yes, I split up with him. While I do love him, I am not in love with him. It's not a relationship with him as a lover that I miss. Our relationship had morphed into a deep friendship. We spoke every day and saw one another at least once a week. We had wonderful conversations of a kind I've never had with anyone else. I knew that he would always be there.

And then he wasn't there anymore. He had found a new love and was steeped in the beginning parts of a relationship when life is amazing and your world and your time are centered on that person and getting to know them and spending as much time with them as possible. Time's a funny thing, you know. It's finite. It's a pie that can never get any bigger and when you give a bigger piece to one person, that means all the other pieces have to get smaller. So that's what's happened.

And I'm happy for him. But for the last month I've been trying to figure out why this change has been so devastating. Tonight I feel like I made a breakthrough. The overwhelming sadness I've been feeling is not about him and me wanting to be with him. I broke up with him for reasons and those reasons haven't changed. This sadness isn't about him. He's simply a concrete thing for me to center my pain on. No, it's not about him. It's about me.


I'm sad because I'm lonely. I have lots of friends who are wonderful and supportive and always there to sign on for whatever crazy thing I want to try next. But that's only a part of the love I think we all need in our lives. I need people to lean on and talk with and laugh with and cry with. But I also need the kind of love that can only be shown when a man takes me in his arms and kisses me deeply. The love that comes from someone who wakes up early in the morning because he can't wait to talk to me. A man who sees something he knows I will love and can barely hold in his excitement as he shares it with me. Someone who likes the curve of my hips, the feel of my skin and the way I can't help but laugh hysterically at those videos of animals doing silly things. Someone who knows that when I say I'm okay, I'm really saying, "Please drop everything and come take me in your arms, listen to me and tell me that everything is going to be okay." And that's exactly what he does.

Maybe I'm expecting too much.  Maybe I've watched too many "chick flicks". Maybe the best I can expect is someone who doesn't take up more than his half of the bed, takes out the garbage and kills all the creepy crawly things. I hope not.

But that's what it's all about, isn't it? It's about the hope. It's about the hope I have that I will find him and he will find me and we will bump into one another and change the paths of our lives in amazing ways that we had never imagined possible.

So I will probably still cry and I will still feel overwhelmingly lonely, but there will be a part of me that knows it won't always be like this. That's the part that will remind me that I am wonderful and witty and amazing and worthy of a love that is good, true and beautiful. That's the part that will remind me that I am already loved by God and the universe and my friends. That's the part that will remind me to hug more people and to tell those loved ones that I care about them more often. And with all of that love bumping into those around me, it's only a matter of time before it bumps into me again.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Just What I Need


There have been many times in my life when I didn't get what I wanted.  At those times I was angry or sad or just plain confused by the turn of events.  Then weeks or months or years after, I would look back and think, "Wow!  Thank goodness I didn't get that then because if I had, I wouldn't be able to experience and truly appreciate THIS right now."  It's not like I look forward to disappointments and sadness, but at least now I can sometimes know that when I'm in the midst of these disappointments, even if I can't see what that is, there is something (or someone) that will make me better and happier and a more complete version of who I am meant to be.

There have also been times when people have entered my life at just the right time and showed me or taught me exactly what I needed at that moment.  I talked about those romantic interests that have shaped who I am a few days ago, but I want to mention and thank another person who has become such a great influence and source of calm and confidence for me the last few years.


It was, as sometimes great things are, just happenstance that I even came to meet her.  I was wandering the internet one day here on Blogger.  If you are on a blog hosted by Blogger, in the header at the top of the page there is a link that you can click that says, "Next Blog" (don't do it now!) and it will take you to a random blog on Blogger.  In the early days of my blogging I did that quite a few times just looking for inspiration and ideas from other blogs.  It was while doing that a couple of years ago that I stumbled up a woman and writer who touched me deeply.  She wrote of her pets and her life as a nurse and being a single woman long before anyone had thought of blogging about such things.  Her stories of Harlan, a dog who she says found her when she was at a point in her life when she was trying to overcome her fear of dogs, touched me as an animal lover.  (Fair warning - if you decide to read the Harlan Chronicles, bring a LOT of tissues!  You're going to need them.)

From there, I was hooked.  I think I read nearly everything she had ever written on her blog up to that point.  She was funny and insightful and a pleasure to read about.  I started following her blog and she started following mine.  Over the next couple of years, it seemed every time we would write something, the other person would respond with, "Oh my gosh!  I am the same way!  I totally get where you're coming from."  We discovered we have the same birthday!  When I shared with my readers the cupcakes I had made for my birthday treats, she was reminded of birthday cupcakes she herself had made a few years earlier!  Our upbringings and thoughts and experiences and even the content of our blogs was sometimes so similar it was eerie.  It was like we were living the same life in many ways only she was 15 years ahead of me.  It was like I had found a long-lost soul sister.

Every time I post an entry, I think, "I wonder what Joan will have to say about this."  I make sure to check her blog for new content as often as I can and look forward to her Advice on Love or her travel adventures.

She has, in many ways, been such a source of hope and inspiration as I have struggled romantically the last few months.  I often receive advice and "words of comfort" from friends and family assuring me that they get what I'm going through or that they know where I'm coming from and they are sure they "everything will work out" in the end for me.  But it's her advice and words of encouragement that I often find the most comforting.  As a woman who didn't find true love until she was 38 (the age I am now) and didn't get married until she was 40, I know she gets it.  She gets what it's like to want love in your life and yet to not want to be pitied.  She gets how ridiculous it is when someone says they hope you can find someone to "take care of you" when you've been doing a very good job of doing that yourself for a long time, thank you very much!

Recently I posted the clip from "When Harry Met Sally" where Sally finds out Joe is getting married and she comes to the realization that it wasn't that he didn't want to get married but that he didn't want to marry her.  I've been going through some stuff lately (perhaps I'll share more here later) and that clip kept running through my head like it was on a loop.  Joan's response was that, once again, we were so similar.  She used to run replay that scene over and over again on her VCR before she met her husband.  Then she said that she wanted an invitation to my wedding that she is sure is going to happen in the next couple of years.  Whether that is true or not, I don't know but I'm sure she has no idea how much that hopeful sentiment meant to me at that moment.

Finally, because I have such respect for her and her opinions, I was moved by her response to my recent Valentine's Day blog entry.


Joan, Whether we ever meet IRL (in real life) or not, I just wanted to thank you for the support and encouragement you have given me the last couple of years.  It's just what I need just when I need it.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

A Thank You Note


In case you just tuned in, Tuesday was Valentine's Day. ...or as I like to call it, "Being Single Awareness Day".  Because unless you turn off all radios, tvs and internet sources (especially Facebook) and don't actually leave your house, it is difficult to not be barraged by how wonderful it is to be loved by your husband/wife or boyfriend/girlfriend.  For those of us who don't have any of those, we can feel like odd man out and it's difficult to NOT be aware of the fact that we are single.

So this year I'm single.  But that hasn't always been the case and as I look back at all of the men (and boys) that have passed through my life.  I am overwhelmed by a wave of gratitude.  While these relationships have come and gone, they have all taught me valuable lessons that have made me the woman I am today.  I like that woman and so I would like to take this opportunity to publicly thank some of those men (and boys) for helping to make me the woman I am today.  (Some names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent.)


To Luke:  In 2nd grade I gave you a love note.  You corrected the spelling of your name and gave it back to me.  You may have missed the sentiment, but I didn't miss the lesson.  It is you that I thank for the opportunity that I had to compete in the city-wide spelling bee in 7th grade.


To Vance:  In 7th grade you gave me my first kiss. That's a big deal in a girl's life and I have to say, "Well done."  All subsequent kisses have been sought after because I enjoyed the first so much.

To James:  We only ever went out once, but it just took the once for me to get the lesson you had to teach.  You said I was indecisive and you were right.  It is because of you that today when someone asks me where I want to go to dinner or which movie I want to see, I no longer simply defer to whatever it is that they want to eat or to see.  If I have an opinion, I voice it.  No longer do I eat in restaurants I don't like or see movies I don't care about because I said, "I don't care".  "I don't care" is no longer in my vocabulary unless I really don't care.  Thank you for giving me the courage to voice my desires.

To Richard:  You were my first real love.  You were the first man to buy me flowers.  You were the first man I really danced with dressed in taffeta and fancy shoes.  You were my first real boyfriend. You were the first man I ever thought of marrying.  You were also the first man to teach me that I wanted a man with drive and ambition in my life.  I want a man who is not content to sit back and watch life pass him by.  You helped me to realize that because that was not the man you were.  After a few years, the paths of our lives changed and we parted company. But for a long time after, you were in my thoughts.  You were the first man to tell me you loved me.  Thank you for that.

To Seth:  You taught me how the other half live. You took me to restaurants nicer than I'd ever been to.  Your car was the fanciest I'd ever ridden in.  You showed me how to interact with people in a way that was respectful of myself.  You taught me that having expectations of others was okay. You also taught me that a man can, at the same time, be caring and callous. In many ways your affluence showed me how little I care about those things. The fancy meals, sexy car and big house didn't make you a wonderful person.  No amount of money could ever have made me love you. You were kind and sweet to me, but no one else was immune to your judgement.  Whether someone was fat (which I was at the time), trading with a "3-handle" (at a time when you were approaching your 30s) or "damaged goods with baggage" (divorced with kids), you never failed to point out what you perceived as their "flaws".  Your emotional cruelty to the people around me taught me about your "flaws" and the damage that is done with words.  Thank you for helping to make me more empathetic and understanding of the ways we are all imperfect.

To Ian:  Thank you for being my friend. I am not the same person I was more than 10 years ago when we met and you have played a big part in that. You have shown me that a man and woman can be close without being intimate. From the start, ours has not been a relationship based on eros (passionate love), but instead on philia (friendship).  Before I met you, my world was very black and white.  You taught me that the world is, instead, shades of grey. We have spent many an evening huddled over a few (or more than a few) "adult" beverages discussing everything from life and love to home maintenance and how we really do need to get back to the gym. Nowadays, we are a bit older (and hopefully wiser) and our time together is more likely to be spent at a neighborhood restaurant rather than a smoky bar, but it is time that is important to me and I hope will always be something that I will have in my life.  

To Sam:  We met under interesting circumstances at a pivotal time in my life when, for me, being alone was definitely preferable to being with a man who was not right for me.  I can say with all certainty that in the brief time that we shared I learned that I do, indeed, have "deal breakers".  If you had asked me in my 20s what my deal breakers would have been, I would have been at a total loss. Whether it was because I had so little regard for my own wants and needs or because I was so desperate to be loved, I often spent time with men that I knew were not right for me from the start.  I am thankful that that fate did not befall our relationship and that I was able to recognize my need to get out before any hope of a friendship was lost. From you I learned that I can't date a smoker.  I'd never dated one before, so I didn't know how I felt about it.  Now I do.  You also reinforced for me that I need a man who is actively involved in life and the great big world around him.  I want a man who sees every day as a great adventure and is prepared to get out and truly experience all that life has to offer.

To Troy:  I hope that I am able to put into words what you have meant to me and how profoundly you have changed me.  Meeting you was like a blind man witnessing a sunrise for the first time.  He may have been told how beautiful it would be, but until he saw it for himself, no words could adequately describe the utter awe he experienced at that moment.  You were the first man who truly fed my soul in a way that I hadn't known it hungered for. You showed me that discussing the difficult times is the only way to get through them and that a fight doesn't mean the end of the relationship.  You shared with me your home, your family and your spirit.  It is because of you that I have a fire for adventure burning inside of me.  It is because of you that I have criss-crossed this country astride my very own motorcycle.  It is because of you that I have the courage to be single right now and to trust that the love that I long for and deserve will come along some day.  You showed me that I am funny and clever.  You showed me that I should embrace the parts of my personality that I've always been told I should try to cover up.  You showed me that whether I fail or succeed, I should always take a chance on myself.  You cared for me because I am strong and weak, brave and scared, serious and silly.  You taught me to recognize these traits in myself and to see them as gifts that I should treasure.

You also taught me that sometimes I need to leap even if I can't see the spot where I'll land.  I wish I would have taken those chances on us in the beginning.  I wish I would have said "I love you" every time I thought it instead of being scared that you couldn't say it in return. Maybe if I had dared to take that chance on us, things would have ended differently for us.  Maybe not.

I hope that we will be in each other's lives for a long time to come, but if that is not in the cards for us, I hope you know that I love you and I wish you success and happiness in every endeavor you choose to undertake.

                                      Most sincerely and with much love,

                                                                                   Heather

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