When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you, till it seems as though you could not hang on a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.
Harriet Beecher Stowe
Well hello! I’ve missed you all. I know; I disappeared. It was a temporary hiatus, but I always knew I was coming back. I started to read what I was writing and I found I was bored with myself. There was too much talking and not enough doing. So I’ve been doing. Clearing my mind, getting the business REALLY off the ground and reconnecting with friends and most importantly not giving up. I’ve learned from watching others with much heavier burdens than my own.
So many lesson in the last six months too.
Here in Boston the world came apart briefly in April and I watched as people rose to meet the horror and fought back with love for each other. It was pretty amazing.
I’ve watched two wonderful, inspirational people fight their own battles with cancer and they are kicking it’s ass every day.
I’ve watched from afar while another incredibly inspirational person reinvented herself and is now doing her best to spread joy in the world. Her latest feat is raising money for cancer research; the terrorist that took her husband.
She is kicking some ass there too. Excuse my French (why do people say that?).
So it seemed like a good time to resurface and pass on a little encouragement for my friend Jacque. Fight the good fight, my friend. She doesn’t believe in giving up.
If you’d like to check her out and perhaps donate: http://www.joyfulonpurpose.com/giving/
What a year!
2012 has taught me many things. Some of those things I’ve learned the hard way, others I thought I already knew, but apparently hadn’t retained. I’ve gathered friends and family a little closer this year. I’ve vowed to tell the people I love that I love them as often as possible, and then some. I have committed myself to living my life with purpose and to making that positive dent in the world that will last long beyond me. I’ve cried a lot and laughed more and realized that I will be as happy as I decide to be in any given moment. If I had to put it into just a few words I’ve embraced life…my life…life in general. What have you learned and where will it take you this year?
Thank you all for your friendship and your lessons. Sending you love and wishes for a joyful 2013.
Here’s to embracing life!
Need a Hug?
We all need a hug sometime.
Why is LOVE a four letter word?
Why are so many people afraid to say I love you? Or maybe we just neglect saying it, thinking that the people we love already know, or we’ll get them the next time we see them or speak with them. This is a question that has been bothering me over the past year of change.
This morning I was reading a post by jmgoyder (http://jmgoyder.com/2012/08/23/love-story-88-saying-i-love-you/). She is quickly becoming one of the people I look for in the morning when I’m going through the blogs I follow. She has a beautiful post today about saying I love you in a romantic relationship, one of the many lovely and heartfelt posts on her blog.
Think about it.
Have you missed the opportunity to say I love you recently? Maybe you told your children, or even your partner, but did you tell your best friend? Or did you just miss someone whose company you always enjoy?
Now ask yourself this question; If you never had the opportunity to say it to this person again would you be sorry?
Okay now go say it for crying out loud! Write an email, make a phone call, have coffee and give them a hug and a big I love you when they are leaving. Yeah, I know, you’ll get a few odd looks. Who cares? Odd looks are so much better than regrets!
Love you all : ) Thanks for the reminder, Julie.
Sunday has always been the loneliest day of the week for me.
When I was a child it always seemed as though everyone had something else to do. I pictured big family gatherings with laughing and talking and plenty of food. No one was every unhappy or lonely in the other world of Sundays that I was some how not a part of.
When my kids were younger I always tried to plan something on a Sunday. I would have friends over and make dinner or go to the park or the zoo with them. I’d look around to see someone like me but found only the lovely family of four. Two children, Mom, and Dad all smiling and feeding ducks (fill in the your version of family bliss) and on their way to Grandma’s for Sunday dinner. Being a single parent, I was again shut out of this scenario.
I’m not sure why it never occurred to me that things might not have always been what they seemed. That not everyone in my imaginary scenario I used to torture myself was actually happy. Or if they were why that made any less of what happiness I had myself. Thier Sunday always seemed to be better and fuller for some reason. But I suppose that comparisons and imaginations do that to us sometimes.
So, on this Sunday morning, I’m spending a moment to be grateful for what I do have and I’m going to cherish the day that I have been given.
I think it’s time for me to be more child-like. I’m tired of being adult about everything.
I was on the beach yesterday watching a family with small children. One curly-haired, blue-eyed, cherub of a girl complete with a yellow bikini making a sand cake for her mother and her slightly older, more serious looking, brother in his boxer bathing suit with small blue whales on them eating a juicy peach and singing a song I don’t recognize. They are adorable, sweet, angelic…oh wait he’s ripping the shovel out of her hand and screaming, “MINE”, she has her mouth open but no sound is coming out, she’s standing up, still no sound…wait for it, wait for it…WOW. She lets out one blood- curdling scream and falls backwards into the sand. Her brother looks on, unfazed, and then continues digging the hole he had been neglecting while eating his lunch. She screams some more and her parents, clearly embarrassed but not unfamiliar with the theatrics, try to quiet her. “Don’t be a baby”, Dad says, while her brother is completely absorbed in digging and singing.
Oh please, let her scream I want to say. How I wish I could do that. Just once. Like say when the guy stole my parking spot or when the woman on the cell phone cut in front of me in line like I wasn’t even there.
Right down on the ground screaming. Can you imagine?
I think we could learn a thing or two about feeling our emotions without apologizing or holding them in from children. How do we get so repressed? Of course throwing yourself down and wailing isn’t the answer but maybe more honesty in our emotions is still an option.
“Hiding how you really feel and trying to make everyone happy doesn’t make you nice, it just makes you a liar.”― Jenny O’Connell, The Book of Luke
“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.
A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.
A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master…”
Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. ~Elizabeth Stone
Occasionally, I’m sure all parents think what it would be like to be free of responsibility. To be able to do as you please, eat without seeing if anyone else is hungry, turn ‘your’ music up loud and dance around the room without embarrassing anyone, or just be quiet and not answer a question for ten minutes. I’m sure all of that can’t compare to the feeling of your huge almost 17 year-old son walking up from behind you and in front of his friends, giving you a hug and saying, “love you Mom.” Then I remember why I spent all those years sleepless and changing diapers.
It was worth it.