It’s easy to stumble upon moments of self doubt when you’re sick and you’re single. For it is when you’re sick, that you’re often feeling at your lowest, easily susceptible to feeling the true weight of being alone. What’s interesting to me is that I’m content 95 percent of the time with being alone. EXCEPT… when I’m sick. Then I just want company. Companionship to watch the movie SpaceBalls with, and to fight over kleenex and who gets the last orange juice!
So I just embraced those moments and spent time with myself. I’ve binge watched a bunch of movies that I haven’t seen in a very long time, ingested as much liquid vitamin C that I could possibly stand, slept when I needed to sleep, as well as lit candles and watched (from inside) the season take over the yard… the leaves changing color, a small nip in the air.
It’s lovely. It’s also unfortunate that I’m sick – as this is one of my favorite times of the year. I get to wear boots! I get to wear scarves! And although I don’t do pumpkin spice – I find those that do adorable in their charming predictability. Fall is finally here in Seattle, and I’m thrilled! I can’t wait to get out into it and catch up on work and life and the world!
Until then… I think I’ll make a cup of tea and hope that this miserable plague finally goes away enough for me to re-join the human race. Once I’m human again.
And on that note… I thought I’d share some funny meme’s about being sick. 🙂 Enjoy!
I was watching a movie tonight. And a scene inspired my brain to run a million miles a minute. I had to go look up the line from the script so that I could share it with you all.
I tell you, I just….
I just wish I could have a piece of her that I could keep safe, you know?
Something more than a bunch of memories.
Memories. It’s interesting to me how broken we get when something that we thought was our entire world… gets reduced to memories. A lost love, a death, or even a rejection of some sort… when we feel that something has been stolen from us, even when that something was only a dream… it evokes a strange pain. A loss that we have to grieve and accept in order to move forward. And then things change and shift and all that is left are the memories of it. It’s almost like we have to grieve the dream of what was.
Almost makes one reconsider what the worth of a memory REALLY is?
If memories are all we have to take with us, if they are all we get to cling to on those lonely nights when it’s just us alone with our thoughts… then why do we put so little value on them? Why do we get so caught up in all the strange bullshit that we do, when we should really be trying to savor every single delicious moment that we have – because in the end, it will only be a memory.
This evening I was reminded… oddly by a movie that I haven’t seen in a long time… that sometimes, you just have to let life flow. There are things that happen that are out of your control- and that if I just hold on to the memories from my past, and relax and keep creating new memories… that somehow, it’ll all work out in the end.
Goodnight Neverland. Much love to you this evening.
I have what feels like a million thoughts flying through my head at the same time, so please forgive me if this post is a little scattered. I’ll do my best to control myself, but the way I write is to literally let words fall out of my head. I can type easily 150 words per minute, more when I’m angry or particularly passionate, so it’s easier to keep up with the thoughts that fly through.
I’ve been given a strange gift. I’m choosing to look at it this way, at least for now. 🙂
About two weeks before xmas, I invited my children’s nanny to rent the spare room from my basement. She was in an odd situation and the room was just empty and sitting there, so I offered it to her and her daughter. It’s been fun to have a two year old in the house again, although holy cow did I forget how much child-proofing a place needs!! We’ve loved having her here, although of course, moving someone into your home takes a bit of adjustment. There are certainly things that I’m sure we drive each other nuts on, and that’s to be expected. Thankfully, things seem to be fairly smooth.
She’s an interesting girl. Very different from myself, but not in a bad way or anything. I’ve enjoyed getting to know her and her daughter more. And being that we’re both single mom’s, we do share some things in common. One of those, being an interest in men. The topic comes up often. Her approach is VERY different from my own. Again – not bad… not wrong… just different. It reminds me of how I acted in relationships when I was younger, before my own life experiences led me to become a different person with a completely different approach to people. And here’s where we get to the gift…
I’m getting to witness (from an outside perspective) – ME… when I was younger. The mistakes I would make, the insecurities I felt, the highs and lows of over-dramatic relationships. HOLY CRAP! Looking back now… hoo boy! I’m suddenly very thankful that people mellow a bit with age. At least I have. I may have struggling levels of confidence in my physical appearance, but my confidence in who I am at my core is stronger than it’s ever been.
This girl has commented a few times that she’s looking at me as a mentor. She thinks I’m strong and never get discouraged. I laughed when she said that. I get discouraged. Hell – when I’m really let down, I’ll even hide under the covers and have a good cry when I need to. But I don’t quit. Not if something is really worth it. But to me – what other choice do you have?
So this past week, she started seeing someone new. I won’t go into too much details, but let’s just say that there’s been some drama – and what surprises me, is that instead of having that drama be a red or yellow flag to caution her to move forward… she’s fangirling like a clingy, love-obsessed, crazy-ass, future-tripping girl. It’s been quite shocking to see someone who is my age go through this. Eye-opening really. And I can’t quite pin-point if I’m happy to have my eyes opened or not. At one point, in my life, I acted like that. And now, even just thinking of acting like that would be … embarrassing. I mean, I get it… new love is exciting! It’s the clingy and the crazy that I don’t agree with, and future tripping, I try to avoid, as it usually leads to disappointment.
On the bright side, I can clearly see how far I’ve come. I can also clearly see something I don’t and wouldn’t want. I have this desire to build something healthy with someone. Something real and long-lasting. I know that the person for me is out there, and I oddly have this strange comfort in knowing that eventually – we’ll find each other. I will just keep moving along!
On a completely unrelated topic… my side business … hoo boy! Things are moving along so quickly – it’s almost hard to keep up. The retail space that was supposed to be a test store for only 2 weeks is still going – they asked us to just keep it up permanently. We’ve got an offer to join amazon and sell there; and I’ve got an opportunity to take on a booth at an event that’s coming up. Technically there are a few coming up – but I’m considering signing on for February 9th – see if I can’t get any valentine’s sales. The trouble is… I can’t seem to keep the stock on-hand. I know – it’s a good problem to have, but at the same time, it’s frustrating. I don’t want to take too much on at once and then fail. I wanted to build this business slowly, to ensure that it would do well, but it’s taken on a mind of it’s own in some cases and is just plowing ahead! 🙂 I have a feeling I’ll have to hire at some point in the coming year. Oy! 🙂
Hope you’re doing well!! Much love to all of you in Neverland.
I learned something very interesting about myself this weekend. Grief brings out my insecurities. It makes sense when I think about it. When I’m grieving, I am in a very lost, lonely, sad kind of state. That is typically when I feel like I need my support system the most. It’s also when I feel guilt over needing my support system. It feels needy and clingy and stupid.
What I learned this weekend wasn’t that I’m insecure. I already knew that. 🙂 What I learned this weekend is that sometimes, you have to learn to let go, and trust in those you love. If someone tells you they love you, and they’ve done nothing to really make you doubt or deny that, then trust that they actually do love you as they say they do.
I don’t know when I got to be like this. Maybe they are a side effect of grief, or maybe I’ve always had issues with it in some respects. I give love to others. I’m generous (overly so in some cases), I go out of my way to make sure that the people I love KNOW without a shadow of a doubt that I love them. And yet, I sometimes fail to recognize the love that others give to me. It’s not done intentionally. I would be devastated if someone I loved didn’t recognize that and feel that from me, and yet, sometimes, I don’t see it. And I should. How do you learn to see the love and affection that others give? Is it because I’m so focused on making sure I don’t screw up that I fail to enjoy what’s given to me? Ding Ding Ding! Holy crap what a realization to come to. Why do I do that? I think … to be honest, I think it’s somewhat out of guilt. I don’t feel that I deserve it, or I’m scared it’s going to go away. I’m done being scared. I want to love with all my heart. I want to allow myself to be loved in return. Because I deserve it. Because I’m a good, honorable, passionate, smart, sexy woman who sometimes fails to recognize those traits in herself. I’m worthy. I swear, I need to write that somewhere I can see it every day.
I. Am. Worthy.
I’ve had some bad recurring nightmares in the last week. I’ve also had a few good dreams, which is unusual and inspires a bit of hope in me that maybe the nightmares can be made to go away. I’ve had nightmares since I was a kid. My mother has very vivid dreams as well, so part of me wonders if dreaming is somehow hereditary. One dream I’ve had for many many years involves everyone I know and love disappearing before my eyes. I’ve always thought the meaning of that dream pointed to my insecurities, and my fear of abandonment, and I’m probably right. This new dream, it involves the death of my children. And I can point to grief on that, maybe a bit of PTSD after losing Ben, but I could also say that maybe I’m grieving something else too. My friend R pointed out this weekend that perhaps, besides mourning the loss of my son, I’m also mourning the loss of a dream. I sometimes look around me and think about how I never planned for this. I never planned to raise my children alone. I never planned to be a corporate career woman. I never planned to be living with a roommate at 32, divorced. According to R, I need to mourn the change of my vision for myself in the future, and then I may be able to move on and dream new things. It’s not a bad idea. I suppose that’s why I’m writing on the subject. Usually, writing helps me process the things I’m working through in my head.
What was my vision before? To have a good job, be a amazing wife, be a good mom. To be a family. To be fiercely loved by those closest to me. To feel inspired and happy.
Where am I now?
I have a good job. I’m a good mom. We are a family. I am fiercely loved by those closest to me. I AM inspired and happy. Well I’ll be…. 🙂 Maybe it’s not mourning that should be happening. Maybe it’s celebrating. 6/7 items on my vision’s list are happening on a daily basis and I have achieved. Why am I beating myself up then? I’ve done it. Ok so the painting doesn’t look QUITE as I’d imagined it 10 years ago. But when you really look at it, I did get everything I wanted.
It’s amazing. It’s inspiring. It’s refreshing to look at it in a different perspective. I really beat myself up this weekend. It was an emotional rollercoaster of a weekend, that I brought on myself. And now that it’s over…. I can still say I had an amazingly good weekend, I got a lot of things accomplished that I needed to, AND… somehow, I’m starting a new week clearer. A bit stronger. Prouder. A few years ago, a weekend of tears would have left me feeling pretty mad at myself. Now? I feel like maybe it was time. It was needed. And now, I can move forward again. It’s unlike me to have such an emotional moment. I don’t see it becoming a trend, but I’ll embrace this weekend for what it was. Me getting much needed “stuff” out of my system in order to process it and learn from it.
I’m wide awake. Got home around 9 from the office. Started at 7 this morning. Those kind of days come rarely, and are awesome and exhausting all at the same time. They usually come before a launch or upon inspiration. Tonight was both. I feel great. I have a billion ideas running through my head. A team to build out. So much to do. It’s exhilarating. I thrive on it. But I also know it’s my place to hide. Hence, me working on finding a balance between work and life.
It’s hard. When I’m in work mode…I’m focused, respected, thorough, I motivate and inspire others. It’s awesome to watch them bloom. It’s easy and comes naturally to me. But when I go back to life mode, I stumble, and procrastinate, I forget things. I hate that. I lack confidence in life mode. I worry over stupid things. I’m only human, I realize we all do it, but I still don’t have to like it.
I’m looking forward to getting away for a few days. Will be nice to gather some more inspiration. For work and life. 🙂
Maybe I just need to slow down and take a breath and let it all soak in.
Hmm…perhaps my own advice will help me sleep. I have to be up to start again at 6am.