What Happens Next?

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I had a plan. It’s not all that impressive, stress does weird things to my stomach.  My plan was to stick to my daily food routine with the goal of going out every night once the band- aid is off of the world and Covid-19 becomes a memory.  I’m starting to rethink the plan, and not just because the calendar will most likely say Bathing Suit season by then.When the curtain goes up and the “Yes,We’re Open” sign appears on the world, we should be more Pooh less Tigger. Cautious thinkers instead of happy huggers. Sorry, I’m sure that is not what my only reader wants to see. (Hi Mom) but I worry that all this quarantine flat curve stuff could be for nothing if we jump back into crowded bars and sweaty gyms. Gross? Good! I’m not happy about this theory and with all this time, I have lots of thoughts.

When it is deemed safe, will that awkward step and stop moment before greeting someone with a hug become the new normal? Will private conversations have a 6ft gap between them? Theme parks? I never want to go to another one. Will this hermit lifestyle get old once the memory becomes as blurry as the days of the week or the last time I wore mascara? These are legit questions but since I don’t want to return to  “What day is it?” I am actually hoping for a post Covid19 plan.  I’m willing to reserve my spot at a smaller yoga class with fewer bodies.  I think hugs will be okay by Thanksgiving, and I’m willing to wait until then to keep my family and friends safe. I will purchase gift cards and go to restaurants during off peak times. I know the 6ft line rules are not feasible, but maybe 3ft tape lines?  I am kind of enjoying not having the person behind me ask about my protein cookies, or reading the cards I buy.

I’m sorry I am not offering a more optimistic plan but for me it IS a hopeful plan as in,  “I’m hopeful we are still here to tolerate the plan,”  or  a different one from an expert who knows stuff about this stuff.

At least my brain is thinking. Too often these days I’m just sitting and staring out the window picturing squirrels in tiny face masks.

 

 

Strong Because it’s Your Only Option

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As hard as it is to admit sometimes, marriages create roles. I do the food shopping, my husband takes care of taking the trash out. Emptying litter boxes is a team effort, but changing sheets and cleaning falls on me because clutter makes me crazy and my nose is a little less tolerant than my husband’s.  A recent back injury has given me all the roles and the realization that many of my friends live this way all the time.

This blog entry is compliments of changed lightbulbs, clean letterboxes,  wheelbarrows full of trash taken down a long driveway, and clean sheets. I’m living your life and it has been exhausting. You get this done on a daily basis and I’ve never been invited to your pity parties, because there hasn’t been any.

Is it lonely? I know it is and I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to realize how strong you are because you have to be.

This is short because I am tired, but I see you and I’m inspired.

One Word

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At the conclusion of a year, I ask for a word to guide me through the following one. One year my word was MORE, and I got more stress, sadness, and even more injuries. The next year my word was STRETCH and it’s the same year that I discovered and fell head over knees in love with hot yoga. Crazy right? I don’t need to go retelling the story of how I always said, “I hate yoga,” just know that I stretched and continue to stretch with love every week in that hot and sweaty studio I love.

This year I picked the word PUBLISH as a way of urging the universe to help me achieve a goal of getting one of my books accepted by a literary agent. I’m still using that word on my vision board, but a different word chose me in the middle of a hot yoga class. I heard and actually felt the word LIGHT, so now I’m accepting that word as a guide.

I won’t lie, the word comes with some pressure and questions. Am I the light? Should I lighten up? Who needs my light? I’m honestly not sure about any of it, but I’ll trust the light and see where we go.

If you pick a word I’m curious to o know your process?

Big Little Mouse

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A little mouse went for a ride, hidden in Santa’s sack.
His plan was to eat cookie crumbs,
From all of Santa’s snacks.
Chocolate chip, and snickerdoodle, sugar cookie crumbs.
He’d sneak out for tiny bites, then quickly scurry back.

Santa delivered all the toys and headed to his sleigh, he seemed a little bit confused at how much the bag now weighed. 
He made it home and went to bed tired from his night. But the big little mouse had a tummy ache,.

No sleep for him tonight.

Holiday Writing Contest- Self-Care Santa

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The head elf called Santa on Christmas Day,

to make sure toy delivery all went ok.

“Mrs. C and I are out of reach; we are treating ourselves to a month at the beach.”

Santa took the advice he had read in a letter.

“Taking care of yourself always makes you feel better.”

He and the Mrs. packed up for a break.

A month long escape was not too long to take.

The first week they rested and napped in the sun.

They dipped toes in the ocean and had lots of fun.

Week two warm massages no more cold, ice, or snow.

“My body feels rested, Ho, Ho,

Ho, Ho,

Ho!”

Yoga on the beach was the theme of week three.

They stretched, yoga posed, and relaxed happily.

By the end of week four they were both filled with joy.

Ready and excited for building more toys.

Another Vote For Hot Yoga

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Today I went to the dentist. I hate the dentist. We’re talking sleepless nights leading up to the appointment, heart palpitations and trembling in the chair type hate, but I go because avoiding the dentist will inevitably cause more pain one day.

Today I had a crown replaced and I was trying to be brave. I meditated before the appointment and I had my mantra ready. Then I sort of yelped when the Novocain needle went in, and that caused my throat to go numb. My mantra went from “Be likeable,” to “Don’t cry.”

Somewhere during the drilling, I heard my yoga instructor’s voice saying, “the struggles here will help you off the mat.” That’s when tree pose happened in my mind.

Yeah, I went there, and I held that pose for an hour in my mind. Arms raised, right leg bent, and I was beautifully calm in that imaginary tree pose. I’m not kidding, Hot Yoga really did get me through today’s struggle.

I’m pretty sure I’ll need to master crow pose and every other handstand out there before I’ll like colonoscopies, but there’s hope and warm whiskey and water through a straw when it’s all over.

Namaste.

Another Vote For Hot Yoga

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Today I went to the dentist. I hate the dentist. We’re talking sleepless nights leading up to the appointment, heart palpitations and trembling in the chair type hate, but I go because avoiding the dentist will inevitably cause more pain one day.

Today I had a crown replaced and I was trying to be brave. I meditated before the appointment and I had my mantra ready. Then I sort of yelped when the Novocain needle went in, and that caused my throat to go numb. My mantra went from “Be likeable,” to “Don’t cry.”

Somewhere during the drilling, I heard my yoga instructor’s voice saying, “the struggles here will help you off the mat.” That’s when tree pose happened in my mind.

Yeah, I went there, and I held that pose for an hour in my mind. Arms raised, right leg bent, and I was beautifully calm in that imaginary tree pose. I’m not kidding, Hot Yoga really did get me through today’s struggle.

I’m pretty sure I’ll need to master crow pose and every other handstand out there before I’ll like colonoscopies, but there’s hope and warm whiskey and water through a straw when it’s all over.

Namaste.

Stroller Parade

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Halloween 🎃 Entry
Stroller passing stroller

It’s a baby parade.

There’s a pumpkin onesie in a green hat grandma made.

Oh! a baby spider in a cobweb keeping warm.

An Oreo,

A princess, 

A tornado? A cute storm.

It’s funny that these babies can’t say trick and can’t say treat.

They have bags and bags of candy that they cannot even eat.

Sleepy heads start bobbing and they fight to stay awake,

A magic potion bottle is a welcomed treat to take. 

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Connected Dots

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“They tried to make me go to rehab…”

I just shared the responsibility of driving mom to visit dad while he was in the hospital followed by a two week sentence of rehab. During this time, I realized I spent a month worrying about my parents in the exact way they spent decades worrying about their kids. I cannot be the only person to write about having this epiphany, but I’m sharing my connected dots and if you care to read them and comment, thanks.

Dot one- Driving

It’s our turn to worry about dad behind the wheel. Will he get flustered in fast traffic?Will fast traffic get flustered by dad? Stop signs, car trouble, reaction times. Wait a second… these are all the things dad worried about when we sat behind the wheel for the first time. (Times four of us)

Dot two- Sleepless Nights

No one tells you that you will wake up worrying about your parents, but it happens like this around 2:57am,

“Is Dad sad in that place all alone? Is mom sleeping missing dad at home? She needs her rest or she will get sick. What happens tomorrow, how about……”

STOP THE BUS!!!!! I bet they did the exact thing when we went to our first high school dances, dates, and college visits. (This was mind blowing to me.)

Dot three- Frustrating Behavior

I’ve loved those car ride conversations I had with mom, but there were some frustrating talks where “I couldn’t get her to listen.”

(Yeah, I’m laughing at that one and picturing mom and teenage math class me at the kitchen table. Do you think I listened when she was giving me advice? If you answered, “I bet you said something about how you have your way of doing things and you can’t change me,” you would be making the same dot connections as me right about now.

Dot four- Home Alone

I hated dropping mom off to an empty house. What if someone had been watching us come and go? Professional thieves do that you know! Did she leave a light on so it looked like someone was home?

“Holy crap!!!!!This is why they were so nervous about me moving out and living alone.

Miscellaneous dots– Are they eating right? Why aren’t they calling me back? Should they be out this late? Please drink something else besides coffee!!!!

Dots connected and it turns out they say,

Thanks Mom and Dad. We got you this time.”