Back to basics....

My many remakings are remarkable in their own way. Each, to varying degrees, includes body, mind, and spirit. Each requires being proactive, rather than reactive.

Running always provides the necessary rubric. Running enables me to: regroup; renew; rework; reorganize; remember; and reenergize.

Running is not static; it requires constant movement. So too do I. Running is my restorative.

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Letters project - daily discoveries


I love the items I am discovering.  Remember the days when hotels provided high quality paper?  



Tuesday, January 20, 2015

DIM memories - living through letters

I am having fun finally moving forward with my transcribing project thanks to my MacBook Air. 

This is an Early  morning task with at least one letter each day.  It still will take some time as there are about 100 letters, but at least I am moving forward with #BabySteps.   

I am effectively putting into action tools learned recently in the self-help / productivity disciplines.  

So much of this project is intriguing, including even the diverse paper selection.  

I am learning so much, and have a new-found appreciation for the depth of my Parents' love.  I am thinking that they survived the hard times because of the base the developed.  

Friday, January 2, 2015

New year; better me

I don't want to be new, but simply a better version of myself.  I will do something for myself every day.  When I take and make that time, I am better.  I will appreciate and enjoy what I have.  I will listen and learn.  I will focus on doing a bit each day of my action items that never get enough attention.  I will be proactive rather than reactive.  I know this year will bring many and diverse challenges, and I know that I will handle them successfully by being comfortable and confident.  I can and will be productive, efficient, and effective.  I am ready.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Changes

My quiet morning time is beginning to be a requirement.  Early morning time is different from late night time.  The former is better for my current lifestyle, which is so novel.
Going to bed early on a Saturday night was just fine, particularly given my reading companions.  

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Time passes ....

Six months ago this morning, my Mom left her senior living community to transition to long-term care.  The events leading up to that day were some of the most difficult ones with which I have had to deal.

That day was very surreal.  We didn't actually tell my Mom she was moving because it was easier to leave the details vague.  My mom has a dementia diagnosis, though she is rather cognizant.  We entered this phase not knowing if it in fact would be permanent.  We told my Mom that this was something else that we were going to try to see if she could get stronger after a recent fall left her needing 24-hour care.

My Mom's transition to log-term care, okay, to a nursing home (yes, I said it), has been remarkably smooth, and for that I am grateful.  She has settled in quite nicely.  She is well cared for and safe.  I am able to visit, end enjoy quality time, with her, which were increasingly less frequent when she was living independently.

More often than not, I indicate generally that my Mom has transitioned to long-term care.  This approach results in less comments and criticism than when I say that my Mom is in a nursing home.

Caring for my 94 year-old Mom has been a challenge, particularly while:  maintaining full-time professional employment; raising a gregarious 10 year-old; nurturing my marriage; and trying to stay healthy and fit while my 50 year-old body wants only to expand.

We often hear about eldercare issues, but not always in a positive way.  I think that should change.  Everyone's situation is different.  Individuals' situations change over time.  We need to be open to possibilities.  There should be more supporting, and less judging.

I never thought my Mom would live in a nursing home.  Quite frankly, I also never thought she would be alive at 94 years old, though I also never envisioned her death.  Did I think she was going to live forever and never age?  No.  I guess I simply never thought too much about my Mom's mortality.  But, like with so many other things I have been forced to think about, I am managing.

Monday, October 6, 2014

The power of memories

Twenty-four years ago today I married what I thought was my life-long partner.  About eighteen years ago today, my divorce from that pattern was final.  My feelings about those milestones change but always are strong, for better or worse.

Today, I sit contently working.  My contentment exists in part because of what I have experienced throughout my 50 years.  I need to remember those experiences, many of which were ordeals.  They contributed to who I am today, a strong and resilient woman who succeeds every day.

I began today with a walk outside, and only time will tell how this day ends.  Though it will not end as it did 24 years ago, this day will be just as important for very different but equally significant reasons.  I will complete my work day, enjoy a meal with my family, and nurture my Son before his bedtime.

Tonight will be full of love, as was this night so many years ago.  It's a different kind of love, but it's love and, after all, love is what matters.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Day 6 - a bunch of successful days

will produce overall success.  I know what I want overall, and I will get there one day at a time.  If each day is successful, then how can I not get there?  Today, I didn't run but I did a bit of yoga and P90X, which were fun.  I am feeling good, and that matters.