At 12:48 am January 14th 2015, my Dad passed peacefully to the Summer-lands. He calls it Heaven. My wee little family and I made it there just four and a half hours before he took that last breath. The days after, up until this very day have been a pretty surreal experience.
12 weeks prior to this date, Dad went into his oncologist and found out that the treatment that he was on at the time was no longer working. They made plans and moved him to an aggressive chemotherapy treatment and schedule. What we didn't know, is that in those weeks to follow, the treatment wasn't taking. We noticed his loss of appetite, weight loss, and over all health declining. We thought it was all signs of the adverse effects of the chemo. Now, we know that it wasn't that at all. We believe the new treatment made the cancer more aggressive, and all those signs, were signs that he was slowly slipping away.
So, we were in just as much shock as he was when the doctor came in to the hospital room he was in, admitted for what we thought was pneumonia, and told us it was time told us it was time to take Dad home and make him as comfortable as possible. That the cancer had spread to the lining of his lungs and there was just nothing more to be done. He had seven days to two months to live.
Rita called and told me that her and Mom were so sure he would make the week. And just like that, with the help of Rita's frequent flyer miles, we got there in just enough time for him to recognize us, cry some tears, and for my little girl to tell him goodnight one more time before she went to bed. Then we sat those last hours, in sadness and tears and heartbreak and....
I am a person of a different strain of faith, but that does not mean that I don't believe in things that most do. My dad was having difficulty taking deep breaths and his breathing was very labored. All of the sudden, an hour before my Dad slipped from us, I could tell the Angels, his escorts had arrived for him. His breathing switched from labored and loud, to calm, deep and quiet. As though those escorts were just waiting for his physical body to be done. As though to give us, the living, one last beautiful memory to remember him by. I kid you not, I saw one last smile before that last deep breath.
Am I so lucky to have been there in his last moments? Should I be so Grateful? There are some that say there is no dignity in death. I disagree. It is the most honorable thing to do for someone who loved you so, who sacrificed for you and cared for you. It maybe in the end that it comforts you more than it does the dead. I wouldn't change it for anything. I'm so Grateful he hung on, that he loved me and mine so much so that he fought for me to have one last moment with him.To his very last breath he showed me how much he loved us.
I'm pretty sure now, that my Dad spent most of his adult life looking for ways to make sure we all knew how much he loved us. And as a result, I find myself thinking, and doing more to show my loved ones how much I love them. I made the phone call today to two of the most important people I have in my Life today, Dad and Mom's best friends. Only took a month and a half to compose myself enough to call and hear their voices, it was a good chat. I told them that Dad Loves me, that he never ever not took the time to tell me. That is one thing in my Life I will always know. Daddy loved me.
Friday, February 27, 2015
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
So here we are, at the year's end...
Funny, I had been in a reflecting mind frame of late. I wonder if my mind subconsciously goes there or if it is indeed the pull of the wheel of the year that innately pulls me there. Time has a way of showing us the path.
The last few weeks have been quite a test for me and my not-so-new-to-me ideals of a positive and Grateful mind frame. I think I am finally getting the hang of it.
I took a nasty fall down the stairs last week, and I am actually healing up quicker than I had thought I would, but slower than I thought I would....if that makes any sense at all.
We couldn't just stop there with excitement, Hubby got sick, really sick....like, not eating for almost two days kind of sick. Yeah, I know...it was making me nervous. The third day I had had it, I finally told him he had to eat! I was terrified it was going to turn into pneumonia. Thank the Goddess for homeopathic care, essential oils, anti-oxidants, and good old fashion sleep have helped him turn the corner.
And the kid had a mean cough.
Yup, my old self would be really upset that I had to work through my body soreness, fight my urge to just lay in bed, and have a moment for me. Not this time. I worked through it, glad that I didn't hurt myself so bad that I couldn't do the things my sick family needed me to do. SO glad I actually took the time off of work and didn't have to juggle that too. Happy to report that everyone is on the mend.
With the little one on vacation, my days are filled with Naenah, and only in the wee hours before bed do I get some quiet time to be with my thoughts. Tonight, they are on the coming year. What our goals will be health-wise, financial/budget-wise, our goals for vacations, Naenah's after school sports that are coming up, taxes, lots of To-Do's on my list....on top of keeping the studio running, the house/animals up to snuff. This is where the old me would complain. The new me?
Well, I'm just Grateful. To have things to worry about, to have things to strive and do my best at. Even if those things seem measly to anyone else, they are mine to do at the utmost best of my ability.
I've seen cracks in the shiny armour of others lately. It has made my heart break for some. Watching all the time, effort and resources used to create a facade. Whether it be to hide something, someone or to embellish a truth to make it greater. I'm so Grateful I've learned the lesson of not trying to show the world anything more than who I am, and being okay with that.
Its a pretty humbling thing to look back on the year and know that it has probably been one of the most satisfying year's of resolutions that I have ever had. Why? Because I went easy on myself, I let up on the pressure of all the preconceived notions of what a resolution should be. And I accomplished more this year than I ever could have thought possible.
So, again, I'm not making any statements of grandeur for New Year's. Other than I hope I accomplish just as much if not more than this year.
Thank you for taking the time out to read this tiny little blog. I wish you and yours a very Happy New Year!
Bright Blessings,
Norms
P.S. Thank you 2014, you treated me and mine quite well. Cheers to what 2015 will bring!! <3 br="">
The last few weeks have been quite a test for me and my not-so-new-to-me ideals of a positive and Grateful mind frame. I think I am finally getting the hang of it.
I took a nasty fall down the stairs last week, and I am actually healing up quicker than I had thought I would, but slower than I thought I would....if that makes any sense at all.
We couldn't just stop there with excitement, Hubby got sick, really sick....like, not eating for almost two days kind of sick. Yeah, I know...it was making me nervous. The third day I had had it, I finally told him he had to eat! I was terrified it was going to turn into pneumonia. Thank the Goddess for homeopathic care, essential oils, anti-oxidants, and good old fashion sleep have helped him turn the corner.
And the kid had a mean cough.
Yup, my old self would be really upset that I had to work through my body soreness, fight my urge to just lay in bed, and have a moment for me. Not this time. I worked through it, glad that I didn't hurt myself so bad that I couldn't do the things my sick family needed me to do. SO glad I actually took the time off of work and didn't have to juggle that too. Happy to report that everyone is on the mend.
With the little one on vacation, my days are filled with Naenah, and only in the wee hours before bed do I get some quiet time to be with my thoughts. Tonight, they are on the coming year. What our goals will be health-wise, financial/budget-wise, our goals for vacations, Naenah's after school sports that are coming up, taxes, lots of To-Do's on my list....on top of keeping the studio running, the house/animals up to snuff. This is where the old me would complain. The new me?
Well, I'm just Grateful. To have things to worry about, to have things to strive and do my best at. Even if those things seem measly to anyone else, they are mine to do at the utmost best of my ability.
I've seen cracks in the shiny armour of others lately. It has made my heart break for some. Watching all the time, effort and resources used to create a facade. Whether it be to hide something, someone or to embellish a truth to make it greater. I'm so Grateful I've learned the lesson of not trying to show the world anything more than who I am, and being okay with that.
Its a pretty humbling thing to look back on the year and know that it has probably been one of the most satisfying year's of resolutions that I have ever had. Why? Because I went easy on myself, I let up on the pressure of all the preconceived notions of what a resolution should be. And I accomplished more this year than I ever could have thought possible.
So, again, I'm not making any statements of grandeur for New Year's. Other than I hope I accomplish just as much if not more than this year.
Thank you for taking the time out to read this tiny little blog. I wish you and yours a very Happy New Year!
Bright Blessings,
Norms
P.S. Thank you 2014, you treated me and mine quite well. Cheers to what 2015 will bring!! <3 br="">
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Knowing your worth...
Well, it happened. I fell. Not a trip and I caught myself kind of fall. It was an all out slip- and- hit- every- stair- and- bump- and- find -myself- confused- at- the -bottom- of-- the stairs, kind of fall. It happened yesterday morning. I immediately stood up, shaking from the Fight or Flight response my body was in and took a deep breath, wiped my face with my hands, closed my eyes and tried with all my might to feel anything broken. I took a few hesitant steps, shifting my weight, assessing my body. Once a therapist, always a therapist. I have in the past gone straight into that mode when Nae gets hurt or Hubby even. So, talking to myself in my head, 'Nothing is broke, thank Goddess.' I kept myself moving, knowing that if I didn't there was no way I was going to get done what needed to be done that day. I think I was in denial, as I went on about my morning getting ready for my day at the shop and taking Nae with me. I guess I ran on adrenaline most of yesterday until about mid afternoon. Then, the soreness was awful. I listened to my friends and family and took something for the swelling, which I hate taking OTC junk. But, this was just a situation where I had to listen. As the night went on, the soreness just increased. I tried to allocate the spots that were the worst, but in all honesty, it was from head to toe. I thought a good night's sleep would probably help.
This morning has been interesting. As was pointed out to me by Hayley when I she called to check on me, I have a very high pain tolerance. I am not in pain, I am sore. Seriously, its truth. But man, am I sore. It sparked a memory of my time in the hospital just after Nae was born. The nurses were doing morning rounds and came in to see about my pain level. You know, the 1-10 scale, the Happy and Sad faces on the chart. They had to ask me twice when I told them I wasn't in pain just sore. That I didn't need the ibuprofen, that I just wanted my stool softener (Mommies will know how much more important that little magic pill is.) They shook their heads but complied.
I had 3 hours of massage scheduled for today. Last night my husband put a stop to the notion that I was going to jump out of bed and go do those massages. I was more ridden with guilt for my clients and I was really trying to look past how sore I was. Well, he was right. If I wanted to last through all of the festivities planned for our Holiday, I had to take it easy today. Regrettably, I text my clients and let them know that I had to take a rain check today.
I can hear my Gran in my head when I think to myself, "I am no spring chicken anymore." I think this lesson has come along at a very perfect time. All my life I have prided myself in working hard, very hard. Physical, back-breaking work. Throwing freight with six-foot men, loading six to eight 100 lbs loads of muffin mix into a hopper and hucking heavy duty muffin trays all night, standing all day, jumping off and on a fork light all day, (yeah, yeah, I couldn't see most of the forks on the lift I was always too short.)
All that hard work for most of my adult life has taken its toll on my body. My massage therapist instructors would poke fun at me being the kid with all the overuse syndromes we were learning to help combat. Most times, I was the body they used to show how hard physical work can damage a body, especially one so small. They were so good to me, not only using me as an example, but always working to show and fix techniques so they would work with my body, not against it. Sometimes I would stump them on how they would go about altering a technique, but the next class time, they would have a perfect fix for me. I will be forever Grateful for their attention, all four of them.
That is what this whole entire fall has me on...Gratitude. That fall could've been oh so much worse!! If I had not worked so damn hard in all those stubborn young years, I would not have had the tough muscles to protect the bones that are by all acts of nature, growing older by the year. I could've broken so many things. It would've stopped me in my tracks. Not just personally, but professionally. Its another lesson in know just how much I am worth. That I have to take healing just as serious as I tell my clients to. My body is my means of making a living. I have to keep it healthy, and in working order. I guess you just don't know how important that is until it's about to be taken away from you. Or could possibly be taken.
Sitting here writing, I feel twinges of nerves healing, aching in the muscles that just had a traumatic once over, and I know the healing that is going on. I think about how well my clients took the news this morning, the concern in their words. It means more than they will ever know that I was received with compassion and understanding. And makes me want to heal, rest and be that much better of a therapist and person.
I won't let this fall upset my holiday, I am in a place in my Life where I can be positive through the soreness. That the Joy of the Season isn't darkened at all. That the Love I feel for my Family helps me heal. That I am Living a Life steeped in Gratitude, so much so that even in down times my mind goes to that directly. I'm getting the hang of this, I hope I never ever forget it.
Happy Holidays to you and yours. Sending you Love and Bright Blessings,
Norms
Friday, November 21, 2014
My Me day.
I took a break today. Its a normal day off for me, but I usually am running errands for the better part of the day. I decided on some Me time. I had a two hour session with a great gal and got my holiday pedicure done. I had a client call last minute right in the middle of relaxing time, pleading for me to squeeze her into my day.
Back story: I work limited hours a week as a massage therapist. The hours and days coincide with my daughter's school schedule and family time. Times and days that were negotiated by the three of us. Also, Massage Therapy is not a 40 hour a week job. If you want any sort of staying power, you have to use your time wisely. By wisely, I mean, slow and steady, not too much that can lead to physical breakdown. It was hard for Hubby to let go of days and times for me to open, start and make a successful business grow. But, we decided on guidelines, and I was willing to stick to them. I don't think I really knew how much my little business would grow, how passionate I would become about helping or how much it would actually help the ones who took the time to see me.
I normally sacrifice the me time and squeeze them in. Thinking to myself, 'Its okay, you can take care of yourself later, at least its not cutting into time with Hubby and Baby.' However, I said no today. I had already pushed through two Fridays of "squeeze-ins". And really, these people know my schedule and just push to what works for them. The last two Fridays I let them push me. This Friday, no so much. I'm not supposed to work any Fridays. I felt awful. I even had the sweet one doing my toes tell me that I wasn't going to take anyone today, that I needed a minute to myself. Bless her. She is a good girl. And I needed to hear that at that moment. I called Hubby and vented, I called Hayley and vented. I felt better, but couldn't help to think that my Me day of relaxation was shot.
Then I got a text from my Mom, reminding me we were going to Skype. Time to visit, see my niece,which my mom watches on weekdays and catch up with her and Dad. I took sometime and visited. Glad I did. Mom needed to vent. Dad's new cancer treatment is making food not have flavor. He's not eating. Not much at all. He's lost more weight and his oncologist has told him he needs to pick up weight or he will have to come into more meds to make him hungry. Mom's worried.
I got a chance to talk to Dad about it. And he says its true. Food tasted like cardboard, why eat it? So I suggested a few things and he promised me he would try it.
I got to see Curly (my niece), she's 17 months. She sang and talked and played for me to see.
I told them I loved them, then said my good byes, hung up with them.
Then, I called Gran. It had been awhile. I needed to hear her voice. Man, was that exactly what I needed. The right words, all filled with Love. The news about others, good and bad. She is patient with me, I know she is. Let's me get to her when I get that minute to talk.
I even got to text my Aunt J this week too. Keeping connected even if it just a few short texts. But boy do those words keep the wind under my wings for just that much longer.
So, you see, I said no today. I needed a Me day. I don't feel so bad about it now as I write this, because my Me day helped me charge my batteries with Love from some of the ones that matter the most. I needed this. Uplifted and recharged.
The lesson? One, sometimes when people say No, it has absolutely nothing to do with you and everything to do with them. Everything to do with them. Two, respect an others boundaries. You may not have any, but others do and most times, they are for a really, really good reason.
Back story: I work limited hours a week as a massage therapist. The hours and days coincide with my daughter's school schedule and family time. Times and days that were negotiated by the three of us. Also, Massage Therapy is not a 40 hour a week job. If you want any sort of staying power, you have to use your time wisely. By wisely, I mean, slow and steady, not too much that can lead to physical breakdown. It was hard for Hubby to let go of days and times for me to open, start and make a successful business grow. But, we decided on guidelines, and I was willing to stick to them. I don't think I really knew how much my little business would grow, how passionate I would become about helping or how much it would actually help the ones who took the time to see me.
I normally sacrifice the me time and squeeze them in. Thinking to myself, 'Its okay, you can take care of yourself later, at least its not cutting into time with Hubby and Baby.' However, I said no today. I had already pushed through two Fridays of "squeeze-ins". And really, these people know my schedule and just push to what works for them. The last two Fridays I let them push me. This Friday, no so much. I'm not supposed to work any Fridays. I felt awful. I even had the sweet one doing my toes tell me that I wasn't going to take anyone today, that I needed a minute to myself. Bless her. She is a good girl. And I needed to hear that at that moment. I called Hubby and vented, I called Hayley and vented. I felt better, but couldn't help to think that my Me day of relaxation was shot.
Then I got a text from my Mom, reminding me we were going to Skype. Time to visit, see my niece,which my mom watches on weekdays and catch up with her and Dad. I took sometime and visited. Glad I did. Mom needed to vent. Dad's new cancer treatment is making food not have flavor. He's not eating. Not much at all. He's lost more weight and his oncologist has told him he needs to pick up weight or he will have to come into more meds to make him hungry. Mom's worried.
I got a chance to talk to Dad about it. And he says its true. Food tasted like cardboard, why eat it? So I suggested a few things and he promised me he would try it.
I got to see Curly (my niece), she's 17 months. She sang and talked and played for me to see.
I told them I loved them, then said my good byes, hung up with them.
Then, I called Gran. It had been awhile. I needed to hear her voice. Man, was that exactly what I needed. The right words, all filled with Love. The news about others, good and bad. She is patient with me, I know she is. Let's me get to her when I get that minute to talk.
I even got to text my Aunt J this week too. Keeping connected even if it just a few short texts. But boy do those words keep the wind under my wings for just that much longer.
So, you see, I said no today. I needed a Me day. I don't feel so bad about it now as I write this, because my Me day helped me charge my batteries with Love from some of the ones that matter the most. I needed this. Uplifted and recharged.
The lesson? One, sometimes when people say No, it has absolutely nothing to do with you and everything to do with them. Everything to do with them. Two, respect an others boundaries. You may not have any, but others do and most times, they are for a really, really good reason.
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Happy Birthday Pop
Well Pop, Happy Birthday. She will be celebrating here seventh Christmas this year. Seven. I know you can see her. I know very well that you had a hand in moving things around to make it so we could do right by her. I know you come to visit.
I promised you then and I tell you now that I will do all I can to keep her safe and growing healthy. We are thriving here. I can't thank you enough for all you have done to give me the tools I needed to help us along our journey. Want to know what has helped us the most? Kindness. You taught me a lot about that. How much it counts to help and be kind at what ever chances we can.
I can't imagine all the things you are accomplishing there. All the buildings and plans, I'm sure he was good on his promise to make you part of his Army. I know you are a perfect fit.
I miss you, I love you.
Happy Birthday Charles Floyd
Friday, October 24, 2014
Hope
The events of Human Kind have left me broken-hearted today.
I don't know if it is that the events hit closer to Heart and Home for me today, or if today my most-often strong constitution was just warn down. It may be that a few things have hit very close to home, like within the confines of my wee little Family, and just outside to my immediate Family, and even yet to the vicinity of my family on the map. While others hit close to my heart and the turmoil that rises from its dust is a test of my Sanity, Patience, Strength and Positive Outlook.
It leaves me in worry, upset, and really, to be honest, sad.
Our world is changing, we must change with it. How much will we sacrifice before we realize we have gone too far? There is so much going on. I could go on and on about what is happening to the people I love and the struggles we go through in our everyday Lives. Yet, the Triumphs through those struggles are what should really make us Thrive.
For so many, everything is Black and White, with clear answers for either side.
I am not one of those. My world is every shade of Grey. I can see the point from 22 different angles. I stay silent when most draw opinions on things that I believe are not theirs only to draw a conclusion from. One, because, they are entitled to their own opinion. Two, it is a test for me. To see if I am really getting the idea behind the concepts I so swear by. Three, and most importantly, to lash out in a negative manner, feeds hate. It feeds the very thing that creates the issue in the first place.
I worry that I won't be able to give my daughter all the tools she will needs to stand up in society as it is now, in the state that it is in. I think of my tools and know that half of them came from going to places in my head where demons, monsters, stress and anxiety live. I dread the thought of her having to go to that place too to gain the skill set to make her that tough for our society.
How can we teach Love, Compassion, Joy, Kindness, and Helpfulness to our children when the world keeps handing us images of the opposite? Hope. As I write the very word, I can already feel the renewing starting. I know when I wake tomorrow, although I will still be saddened, the Hope will have grown. And restored enough of me to myself that I can keep believing that maybe one day Hope in Humanity can be restored too. That even if it won't evoke any World Peace, I can maybe try to teach her to find Peace on her own, and give Hope to others as well.
I don't know if it is that the events hit closer to Heart and Home for me today, or if today my most-often strong constitution was just warn down. It may be that a few things have hit very close to home, like within the confines of my wee little Family, and just outside to my immediate Family, and even yet to the vicinity of my family on the map. While others hit close to my heart and the turmoil that rises from its dust is a test of my Sanity, Patience, Strength and Positive Outlook.
It leaves me in worry, upset, and really, to be honest, sad.
Our world is changing, we must change with it. How much will we sacrifice before we realize we have gone too far? There is so much going on. I could go on and on about what is happening to the people I love and the struggles we go through in our everyday Lives. Yet, the Triumphs through those struggles are what should really make us Thrive.
For so many, everything is Black and White, with clear answers for either side.
I am not one of those. My world is every shade of Grey. I can see the point from 22 different angles. I stay silent when most draw opinions on things that I believe are not theirs only to draw a conclusion from. One, because, they are entitled to their own opinion. Two, it is a test for me. To see if I am really getting the idea behind the concepts I so swear by. Three, and most importantly, to lash out in a negative manner, feeds hate. It feeds the very thing that creates the issue in the first place.
I worry that I won't be able to give my daughter all the tools she will needs to stand up in society as it is now, in the state that it is in. I think of my tools and know that half of them came from going to places in my head where demons, monsters, stress and anxiety live. I dread the thought of her having to go to that place too to gain the skill set to make her that tough for our society.
How can we teach Love, Compassion, Joy, Kindness, and Helpfulness to our children when the world keeps handing us images of the opposite? Hope. As I write the very word, I can already feel the renewing starting. I know when I wake tomorrow, although I will still be saddened, the Hope will have grown. And restored enough of me to myself that I can keep believing that maybe one day Hope in Humanity can be restored too. That even if it won't evoke any World Peace, I can maybe try to teach her to find Peace on her own, and give Hope to others as well.
Sunday, August 31, 2014
Happy Sunday. Just when you think the Light at the end of the tunnel has gone out...
As a writer of a very tinny tiny blog, and those who can relate to writing, I sometimes have to wait for inspiration. Contrary to those who really don't enjoy writing, we aren't always full of ideas to write about. So, being human, I wait. And sometimes I have to wait quite awhile. So then, I start to look, to search maybe is a better way to put it.
I don't always know I'm looking for it either, and most times I don't know what I will write about next until its sitting right in front of me. I have been wanting to put words to screen since I wrote about Dad, just that the words and the meaning of the next blog weren't quite there in my head yet.
I look for it in the wee hours of the morning, with that first cup of coffee before the kiddo gets up to start her day and I jump into my roll as support staff. I look in the sunset, I look in the sunrise. I look at my pack of animals, I look in my husbands words and eyes.
I try to see into this world we live in with not just my sight, but with my heart as well.
I believe today the inspiration is there, and in just the right order. I see it as an other lesson learned, more enlightenment to add to my belt. Just more reasons why staying Positive helps.
The last week, there has been a build up of stress for me. I try to find its source, but for the Life of me, I just couldn't get a hold of where it was coming from. It was the first full week back to school, my week was pretty full at the studio, and then there is juggling family Life. I think it might just be getting back to the grind.
Yesterday was the the threshold, I couldn't keep it in anymore. And the dear one that he is, Hubby could tell. I let it out, probably not as Gracefully as I could have. But, like the amazing person he is, he let me just get it out.
I ended the tirade with,' I don't know why I do this to myself, I should know that it always seems the hardest right before it gets better.' Guess what? Life did just that. It showed me possibilities this week that we couldn't even stop to dream of last week or last month.
It showed us kindness, and humanity, and hope and strength. Life reminded me once again, to 'relax, we got this.'
I am human like everyone else. I have an acute belief, because of my Life experiences, that if I just keep Positive, learn Happy, and be Honest, I will get it back, tenfold. But its always the darkest before the dawn. That is usually when I doubt myself and my efforts the most.
Then good people and good deeds start to show themselves. And I am where I am today, completely humbled and taken back with Gratitude. Then all the things that didn't work out in the past, start to make me see that there was maybe something great planned for me and mine.
Sunday for most is the end of a week. For my family its our day to rest, relax and renew. Sometimes, I'm lucky enough to reflect and gain wisdom. Really, Sunday is the beginning of the week.
Never underestimate the power of Positive. Mind frame, thoughts, Living. Never think that Honest ways don't get you far. People watch and they see. And sometimes that is how you get your lucky breaks.
In other news.....
Dad is bouncing back good. Having a wee bit of trouble with getting on course with pain meds, but he believes that this surgery has taken away the migraines for good! Yay.
I have a niece and nephew who are growing like weeds, every picture posted and video I see helps me know that their parents are doing all they can to aid them in becoming amazing people. I'm so proud of them and their parents.
Football has started. Enough said. LOL
Happy Sunday, Bright Blessings,
Norma
I don't always know I'm looking for it either, and most times I don't know what I will write about next until its sitting right in front of me. I have been wanting to put words to screen since I wrote about Dad, just that the words and the meaning of the next blog weren't quite there in my head yet.
I look for it in the wee hours of the morning, with that first cup of coffee before the kiddo gets up to start her day and I jump into my roll as support staff. I look in the sunset, I look in the sunrise. I look at my pack of animals, I look in my husbands words and eyes.
I try to see into this world we live in with not just my sight, but with my heart as well.
I believe today the inspiration is there, and in just the right order. I see it as an other lesson learned, more enlightenment to add to my belt. Just more reasons why staying Positive helps.
The last week, there has been a build up of stress for me. I try to find its source, but for the Life of me, I just couldn't get a hold of where it was coming from. It was the first full week back to school, my week was pretty full at the studio, and then there is juggling family Life. I think it might just be getting back to the grind.
Yesterday was the the threshold, I couldn't keep it in anymore. And the dear one that he is, Hubby could tell. I let it out, probably not as Gracefully as I could have. But, like the amazing person he is, he let me just get it out.
I ended the tirade with,' I don't know why I do this to myself, I should know that it always seems the hardest right before it gets better.' Guess what? Life did just that. It showed me possibilities this week that we couldn't even stop to dream of last week or last month.
It showed us kindness, and humanity, and hope and strength. Life reminded me once again, to 'relax, we got this.'
I am human like everyone else. I have an acute belief, because of my Life experiences, that if I just keep Positive, learn Happy, and be Honest, I will get it back, tenfold. But its always the darkest before the dawn. That is usually when I doubt myself and my efforts the most.
Then good people and good deeds start to show themselves. And I am where I am today, completely humbled and taken back with Gratitude. Then all the things that didn't work out in the past, start to make me see that there was maybe something great planned for me and mine.
Sunday for most is the end of a week. For my family its our day to rest, relax and renew. Sometimes, I'm lucky enough to reflect and gain wisdom. Really, Sunday is the beginning of the week.
Never underestimate the power of Positive. Mind frame, thoughts, Living. Never think that Honest ways don't get you far. People watch and they see. And sometimes that is how you get your lucky breaks.
In other news.....
Dad is bouncing back good. Having a wee bit of trouble with getting on course with pain meds, but he believes that this surgery has taken away the migraines for good! Yay.
I have a niece and nephew who are growing like weeds, every picture posted and video I see helps me know that their parents are doing all they can to aid them in becoming amazing people. I'm so proud of them and their parents.
Football has started. Enough said. LOL
Happy Sunday, Bright Blessings,
Norma
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