When Bad News is Actually Good (originally written in April)

So it has been quite some time since I have written.  Just when I was getting into the swing of writing, I allowed life to get in the way.  I wrote a draft for a post on April 20, but never took the time to finish it and put it up on the web, so here is what I wrote back in April.  In February my family took in a house quest that threw off my mojo for quite some time.  Not that that should be any kind of excuse to not work on my goal, but it was what it was.  Then at the end of March I started having some medical issues that consumed my mental time. Then last week (April) we got the news that I have a congenital heart defect.  Bad news, right?  Yeah, not the greatest, but it has actually been rather relieving for me.

My defect is called Patent Ductus Arteriosis (PDA).  Go look it up…ok if you insist I will explain it:  when we were all in utero we get our oxygen from our mothers, this is possible because of a duct that connects the pulmonary artery (the one that takes unoxygenated blood from the heart to the lungs for oxygenation) to the aorta (the heart valve that takes the oxygenated blood to our cells in the body).  When we are born this duct (ductus arteriosis) conveniently closes so our heart does the oxygenation on our own.  Well my duct didn’t close like it was supposed to.  What this means is that when my heart pumps some of the oxygenated blood going through my aorta passes back through my PDA into the pulmonary artery and into my heart as well, thus mixing oxygenated blood with the unoxygenated blood.  To my mind this means my body doesn’t get all the oxygen it should and adds unnecessary blood volume to the left side of my heart, pulmonary artery and lungs.  This can cause shortness of breath, tachycardia (fast heart rate), heart murmurs, bounding pulse, etc., etc. If untreated it can lead to congestive heart failure (which usually wouldn’t happen until I was in my 50’s or 60’s).

Oh no! Scary Kae! … My cardiologist didn’t feel like it was anything to be overly concerned about right now.  He says we will do a procedure to “fix it” after I have healed up from having baby.  He told me the echocardiogram showed a very normal healthy heart other than the PDA.  The only bad is that I need to listen to my body more during the pregnancy and rest more than I would and not push myself too hard.  But is that bad?  I like to feel like I can do everything by myself and only ask for help if I can’t push hard enough.  Lately I have noticed that I have way less energy, so I have backed off and not pushed like normal.  I have felt guilty to a fault sometimes and I guess what this does is allow myself to rest.  My family has stepped up spectacularly to help fill in the gaps.

So how can this news be a relief?  I mean I will have to get it fixed right?  Yes, but my relief comes from looking back at my life and speculating that some of my issues in life can possibly be explained by this condition.  I have moaned in this blog before how I have struggled with exercise and being physically fit and felt fat for most of my life.  I remember in elementary how frustrated I was every year when we had to participate in the presidential fitness test to receive that “award.”  I loved to run, but I was so slow that I hated the 50-yard dash.  Sit ups were a joke because I would run out of breath if I tried to do them too fast, etc., etc.  My scores were always VERY low and I was embarrassed every year.  I loved to play soccer, but I always ended up playing goalie cause I couldn’t get to the ball fast enough.  Hiking was another activity that I adore, but I felt bad for those forced to hike with me cause I was one of the slowest.  There were so many times that I felt like my legs were capable of so much more, but I just couldn’t tackle it with all the struggles to breathe.

When I was a teenager I remember feeling like I couldn’t “keep up” with my friends.  Not really being able to quite put my finger on the exact problem we called it exhaustion.  I went through tests for mono and thyroid problems, nope, no mono and a perfectly healthy thyroid.  Then one doctor tried to tell me I had exercise-induced asthma.  This never made sense to me.  I had siblings with asthma; I knew what it looked like.  I never believed I had asthma. (PDA causes shortness of breath.  Imagine that!)  This same doctor also tried to tell me I had depression and needed to take Prozac.  When he said that my mom grabbed me, we got up and walked out of the office.  This bad experience effectively ended the search to discover why I was “exhausted.”  I have just dealt with it like I always had, but it was always a frustrating feeling, like I couldn’t perform like everyone else could.  I never really told anyone that though.

Then about 6-7 years ago I started noticing weird heartbeats.  I had moments, random moments not tied to any particular activity I was doing, when I could FEEL my heart beating super strong and irregular.  Sometimes they would last so long that it kind of started to hurt a little.  After I had two or three of these “episodes” that lasted longer than a half hour Brad took me to the ER while one was happening.  Of course when I was hooked up to the EKG (for like 10 seconds) I wasn’t actually having a palpitation so the ER doctors treated me like I was faking it all.  By the time we were able to convince the doctors to monitor me the episode was ending.  They did catch some irregular heartbeats, but not as much or as strong as they would have had they hooked me up right away.  They said the irregular beats were on the “abnormal side of normal,” nothing to be concerned about.  I mean what is that supposed to mean anyway?  I figure the words abnormal and heart together isn’t really a good thing, but they blew me off and I had no desire to go see a cardiologist and have them blow me off as well.  Over the next few years I learned to deal with the episodes and sometimes I could go months between irregular palpitations.  I pushed it aside like the exhaustion issue and let it stay at the back of my mind.  It wasn’t until this pregnancy and having palpitations a whole lot more than normal that I decided to go see a cardiologist about it.

Now I speculate that all these things in life are being explained by this condition, I haven’t had the doctor tell me that this is the case.  I am just speculating.  But this speculation has been such a relief to me.  It has allowed me to accept the fact that I have not been able to push myself as hard as I have wanted to in the past and it has also allowed me to accept the much weaker me that I have been with this pregnancy.  Another thing that this discovery has allowed me to do is accept help from others where before I would have been super stubborn to ask for help. 

I am hopeful that after I get my heart “fixed” this fall I will be able to have more stamina and push myself to that point in exercise where I feel like my body is truly at it’s limits.  I really have never felt that way, I always felt like because I was “so fat” and “out of shape” that was why I couldn’t go as fast or far as I felt my body should be able to go.  I guess I hope that the reality is that my body wasn’t getting the needed oxygen to go past that point so that is why I was always so slow.  So if my heart stops pumping oxygenated blood into areas that can’t use it and my body gets it all I should be able to function like a normal person right?  I know that because of my “down time” during this pregnancy and the obvious need for recovery after having the baby I will truly be out of shape so it will take some time to get up to a good standard, but at least I will know why I am where I am, instead of feeling like I am inadequate because I am fat or lazy.  Like I said at the beginning, bad news, but it has and will do me so good.

The Power of a Dream

This past week I had the most intense dream of my life, the kind that you wake up from sobbing.  I have had emotionally intense dreams before.  The kind that you wake up from and can feel the emotion that the dream created for hours after.  I remember more than one time that I was mad at my husband all day because of a dream, though usually in those situations I forget what the dream was about few days after it happened.  But I always seem to remember the emotion that was attached.  I have a feeling this dream won’t be one of those I forget.

I think having crazy dreams has always been in my makeup.  When I was very little I was a sleepwalker because of my nightmares.  The doctor told my parents to stop trying to wake me up and just follow me to make sure I was safe.  I eventually grew out of the sleepwalking but nightmares continued for a while.  I had one nightmare about some kind of invasion that was a recurring dream for years.  When I was in junior high and high school I had many dreams about cute guys and silly fights with girlfriends that I would write out often cause I would always hope that the dreams about the cute guys would come true.

When I was beginning my pregnancy with my daughter I had a dream about giving birth to a baby girl and I didn’t want anybody to know yet.  I found that a little odd.  Brad and I don’t find out the gender of our babies until they are born so I had to wait 9 months to find out if that was a real dream.  I had a nightmare the night before the scheduled C-section that I was on the table having the baby, they pulled them out and it was a boy and I didn’t want it.  I woke up terrified that I was going to hate my baby if it was another boy, even though the whole pregnancy it didn’t matter to me what we were having.  When they shouted out the next day that baby was a girl I cried with relief.

Why can dreams have such a powerful influence on us?  Those that are not pleasant and those we don’t want to have again are nightmares that can keep us from doing many things in life.  Meanwhile, those marvelous dreams that inspire can make us fight for new heights in our lives and really help us reach for the stars.  I don’t really have an answer for the above question right now, but I want to follow it up with another question.  Are they just dreams or glimpses of possible destinies?

So back to the one I had this week.  When I was waking from it I became conscious of the fact that I was sobbing, bawling almost.  I couldn’t stop, I was shaking and the tears were flowing hard.  They weren’t happy tears; I was downright devastated.  So…doesn’t that make it a nightmare?  I don’t know, maybe, but somehow I don’t think so with this one.

My dream started off with me being on vacation in Italy with my extended family.  We went to go see a play.  Afterwards they were all excited to start “treasure” hunting in the rocks and dirt that were by where we were staying.  The “treasures” they were looking for I classified as junk.  At this point I got frustrated because I felt like we weren’t here in this beautiful place to look for little metal trinkets.  We needed to go see the city, we were just minutes away from Rome (one of my real life dreams to see).  I started arguing with one of the members of my family about how we needed to go see Rome.  They said it wasn’t in the plans that we were going to do mundane things around where we were staying.  I was fed up and told them that I was not going to be this close to Rome and not go see some of the art.  I was going to go see Bernini’s work and not going to miss out. (Side note:  Gian Lorenzo Bernini was an artist in the baroque period in Italy.  His sculptures can be seen throughout Rome and he happens to be my favorite sculptor, amazing stuff!)  At this point I turned around and stormed off towards the city.  I didn’t look back, I was mad cause I felt like they had been dangling the dream of seeing this art in front of me but were trying to keep me from it.  As I got closer to the city I was waylaid by some hot Italian guy that wanted to take me to dinner, cue the husband.  He was on a business phone call as I passed him, but he was there.  The Italian guy was still following me until I forcibly told him that I was in love with my husband over there and that he needed to get a clue and go away.  Nothing was going to stop me from reaching my destination.  My husband followed me, still on the phone, to the outskirts of the city.  For some reason there was a gate we had to go through and a line to get in.  As I got closer to the front of the line I realized that they were asking for passports in order to get in.  Mine was back with my family.  I was devastated, completely crushed.  I turned away feeling like all ambition had been destroyed.  This was the point that I woke up, having turned my back on this big dream and feeling completely wiped of all hope.

I cried for a long time when I woke up.  I felt the devastation so strongly.  I luckily have a loving husband that put his arms around me and held me tight as I dealt with the blow.  I began to wonder why it impacted me so.  Over the past few days I have been pondering on that thought.  Even now as I recall the dream I can feel the emotion that it evoked.  Why was not being able to see some sculptures in a dream so devastating?

I am not a dream interpreter, nor do I know one I could ask.  As I have mulled this dream over I have begun to wonder some things.  First off I want to put out there that I don’t think my family (meaning parents and siblings) are in any way a hindrance to me getting out there and seeing what I want to see.  I would have to say that I have that all on me.  I have felt strongly lately that I have only me to blame for my perceived inability to achieve my goals.  If I haven’t gotten there it is because I haven’t done all that I can do to get there.

Also what about my husband being on a business call and not fully engaging in the situation?  Well I will admit when he works from home I feel that way, but he tries really hard to be a part of what we do individually and as a family.  I think to me that part of my dream is just that lately I have felt quite alone in my conquests.  I have wanted to reach out for help and support but haven’t known how and so I keep my struggles mostly to myself.  This is a very lonely thing and something I would like to eliminate.  I want to surround myself with support and also be that needed support for others.

I have been feeling that overall what this dream has done for me is that it has opened my eyes to some deep feelings I have been suppressing.  I have lots of goals for my life, one of the more immediate ones it that I do want to complete an ironman triathlon.  Up to this point I have been staying “outside the city” and just concerning myself with mundane tasks, not fighting to get in.  So my take away is that I need to stand up and get myself there.  The other take away is that when I do end up just outside the gates of “my Rome” I need to be prepared with whatever “passport” is required to go in.

So once again I am going to refocus.  I have been struggling with my rut still, but I will get out.  The only way I can do that, though, is if I enlist help.  I need to fill my stadium with excited supporters, fans, who will cheer me on no matter how slow I am and also who will help me stay in line and focused on the end goal.  None of us can be truly successful in life if we turn our back on friends and family and expect to do it all ourselves.  We especially need to make sure to remember who our biggest fans are: Jesus and His Father.  When we have them on our side there is nothing we can’t do.

The Rut

Sometimes I wonder why we have to go through ruts.  I understand the need to fail, it helps motivate us to push forward and succeed, and without knowing what it is like to fail we don’t really understand what it means to succeed.  But a rut is like failing ALL THE TIME with EVERYTHING for an extended period of time without any visible way to get out.  Think of the poor bowling ball that ends up in the gutter, it will stay there until it passes by the pins without having a chance to fulfill it’s true purpose of knocking some down.  So I guess I wonder what “pins” in my life I am going to miss by being in the gutter I feel I am in, and am I going to be able to get into that ball return and try again? Or will I get stuck rolling around like a dork never going anywhere again?

I had thought that the New Year was going to be my ticket out of the rut, but after only 2 or 3 good days I found myself back, and deeper.  The excuse of first trimester yuckiness only takes me so far, this rut is all me.  The thing that I think is the hardest for me to deal with is that I know what I should do to stop the lazy unproductiveness.  Just turn off the TV, get off the couch and do SOMETHING. 

Every morning before I get out of bed I try and talk nice to myself and plan what I want to accomplish that day.  I don’t try and plan too much cause I know that I will need a nap and I will start to feel queasy in the afternoon.  So I tell myself, lets get the laundry clean and put away today.  Then after my two older kids are off to school I plop myself in front of the TV or my computer and stay there the rest of the day.  By the time they get home from school I am so apathetic I do nothing to help them with homework or a snack.  I use the pregnancy excuse to not make dinner and let my husband know we need to have leftovers.  I stay put until it is time to put the kids in bed and then I go to bed myself.  Lazy good-for-nothing.  I try and tell myself I can do better tomorrow, but really I am just thinking of all the meanest things I can about me.  It cycles over and over until I am stuck in a house with no food (cause I haven’t bothered to go shopping) where the kitchen in clean and any room that is not much traveled but the rest is messy.

I haven’t done anything to improve on my health like I keep telling myself I need to.  Go on a walk today Kae, the dogs need to get out, take them to the dog park.  Caleb loves riding in the bike carrier, bike to the store for the bare essentials at least.  Go do yoga, I have an Xbox game that has a great yoga workout.  Nope, I sit on the couch all day.  So sit on the couch and make a plan, think through what can be done to better the situation cause with a plan it is easier to succeed.  No thought going on, play the mindless game on the computer while mindless TV plays in the background.

I have a pretty good idea why I am in the rut.  I am stressed out.  I am overwhelmed by lots of different aspects of my life.  We are passing through what most others are these days with finances where money is tight.  This is always difficult for me cause I am not good at budgeting, it is a weakness that I can’t seem to overcome.  I am also stressed over the overwhelming task of getting my house organized.  I like things neat and tidy and due to some household projects the house is unorganized again, I want to get it back to the way I like it, but I feel there is so much I don’t know where to start.  Once again it is time to pull out all my paperwork and do taxes, another stressor trying to find all my receipts.  My husband is also having his own struggles and I hate to see him unhappy so I take that stress on too.  I let it all consume me and I turn into a veritable couch potato.

When I am at this point where I feel so overwhelmed and I can’t seem to move forward with everything I start having a quote from the Disney movie “Mulan” play through my head over and over.  I love that movie and at the end the Emperor of China says something that has always stuck with me, “The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all.”  I would like to say that I find comfort in that, but in all honesty it depresses me.  I think, “I am passing through adversity and I am definitely NOT blooming.”  I want to be the rare beautiful flower that blooms when the going gets tough.  Instead I am like an ostrich…hide my head in the sand and the world will pass by me.

Not quite sure how to get out, I know I should just move and do, but unfortunately that is easier said than done for me.

New Year Musings

So in the spirit of the New Year I have been spending the past few days pondering about resolutions I want to make.  I will need to admit that over the last few new years I have not really made an effort to decide that I was going to change anything.  I have always wanted to, but I never really know where to start.  I guess I started thinking about it late cause I still don’t have a “list” together.  But my wonderings have brought on some more of the serious talks and thoughts.

In discussing this with my husband and realizing that I have not been very good at completing goals (more likely than not because I am pretty bad at setting them) I allowed myself to dig deep inside to try and figure out why.  Have I always been bad at goal keeping?  Or is it a rarely newer phenomenon in my life?  I think, “Hey I used to be really good at accomplishing things!”  So why do I have such a hard time now?

I guess I am good at excuses, I am good at starting something and then get in the throws of it and come up with why I can’t continue.  So I thought about that for a good half a day and allowed myself to be disappointed at my constant excuses as to why I can’t.  This newfound honesty with myself led me to think deeper, dig back farther to see if I can’t figure out where the excuses started. 

Going WAY back, when I was little (before age 10) I did dance for a bit.  I liked it and remember liking ballet and tap especially (the woman that taught us taught us everything).  I am not sure how old I was when I decided I didn’t want to do it anymore.  I don’t even remember why I asked to stop, but I quit right before a huge production they did of the Wizard of Oz.  Four of my siblings also performed and it was awesome.  I remember feeling sad when they were doing the big rehearsals so mom made it so that I got to be one of the little kids having the story read to so I was a part of it, but I wasn’t dancing.  Years later when I was in high school and wishing I could dance better I would always ask my mom why she let me quit…she never could say either.  I guess I was insistent.

Another time in my growing up years I was learning to play piano.  The teacher I started with taught the Suzuki method (I think that is what it was called) where you first teach the kids by ear and then introduce the note reading.  The teacher had a baby and had to quit before I learned to read notes.  My mom found me another piano teacher (an extremely good he-records-his-music-for-a-living pianist I might add).  He wanted me to learn to read music and play that way, not by ear.  It was hard and I got frustrated that it wasn’t as easy for me so after a short while I gave up.

There are a few other times in my growing up that I gave up on something cause it wasn’t as easy as I thought it should be (mainly guitar and clarinet), in order to really learn I was going to have to work at it.  I want to insert here that for a while through my teenage years I harbored frustration at my mom for letting me quit.  I have since realized that she let me make a choice and I am the one living with the consequences and I don’t hold her responsible at all.

In talking this over in my mind I came to the conclusion that I ended up quitting every time something wasn’t easy or completely natural for me.  I was always a good student, but I never learned how to study, to work for a grade.   I was that student that some hated cause all I really needed to do was be in class, take notes and I would mostly get A’s.  I am a natural test taker, I get nervous and stuff, but I can make sense of things on the test and fudge my way through correctly if I don’t fully know the material.  When I went to Uruguay on my mission I understood the Spanish pretty much as soon as I was in country, I didn’t have to struggle like most do for months before they can understand what is being said.

So does this mean that I am never going to be able to do things that are too hard for me?  Am I always going to quit once it is tough and only keep moving forward on things that are easy for me?  I would like to put out there a resounding no.  In furthering my contemplations and realizing that in the past I have given up when it got hard, and since marriage I have given up on many new goals because they were hard, I have not given up on two things that are extremely hard: being a wife and mother.

Marriage isn’t easy, living in “the real world” with someone where we have to think about finances and housing and where to buy food and what to eat and how best to keep our relationship fired up is not easy, but it is SO worth it.  Everyday I tell my husband I love him and even though some days I don’t feel it as strongly as others I do love him dearly and I am so grateful to have him. 

Being a mother is a goal I have had in my life, but I must admit I was never that girl in high school that LOVED babysitting or was always grabbing everyone else’s babies to hold.   Because of this there are times that I find being a mom extremely difficult.  But I hold MY babies dear and close and love them oh so much!  I have to admit I am a good mom because I have FANTASTIC children.  They are so wonderful, part of it is just cause they are great, but part of it is because I am doing something right with them.  I am just exactly the kind of mom they need. 

So what does this have to do with new years resolutions?  I think that over the years I have been letting the difficulties of being a wife and mother drown all other abilities to do anything else difficult for me.  I have not had anything left in the tank so to speak to fight any other battles.  I have “coasted” through life up until this point quitting anything once it gets hard and then when I don’t stop being mommy and loving wife I almost have no idea how to try to do anything else.

My hope is that because I have realized this that the rebellious me, the one who likes to be unique and different, can look at this as a challenge.  Time to pull out the big guns and prove to myself that I can set goals and do something else that is hard and unnatural.  Cause if I can stick to it, the more I work on it the easier it will become.  I can make the change.  With that in mind what do I want to tackle this year?  I need to be realistic.  With another child coming in August I have some limitations.  I can’t do the “lose 80 pounds” or “do that half-ironman” like I had last year.

How about this year I work on a feeling?  I have a friend who shared that she likes to have a theme for the year, one word.  I really like that.  I feel like my word this year will be: embrace.  I need to embrace who I am now, embrace who I want to become, embrace every opportunity for good, embrace my family as much as possible, embrace my life.

New Focus

Over the past few days I have tried to write, and I have been having writers block.  I kind of know what I want to say, but I cannot figure out how to put it all down the right way.  I get started on a path I feel is good and find myself feeling all jumbled.  Here goes and lets hope I don’t scrap this draft and start over AGAIN.

I have a bit of exciting news…drum roll please…I am pregnant for the fourth (and probably last) time.  We are thrilled of course because it is a long time coming.  Because it has taken a while this time around I was a little surprised that it happened so soon after deciding to start this blog, I figured I would have a little more time to prepare for it.  But here we are ready to add to the family in August 2013!

This has, of course, caused me to pause a bit and attempt to shift my focus a little.  I was in the process of really changing how I “ran my life” when I learned I was pregnant.  Now I have to reevaluate again so as to accommodate the new situation.  For one, I have been exhausted most of the time the past few weeks which has stifled my newfound drive to be super productive.  I get started on a project and don’t get very far before I have to have a nap or need to stop cause I am getting queasy.

I must admit that this difficulty at being as productive as I had hoped has gotten me down over the past few weeks.  I think that is one of the reasons I haven’t written, also I didn’t know what to write without spilling the beans on the pregnancy and I finally decided I couldn’t keep it in anymore.  I have decided though that I must embrace this tiredness and realize I can only do so much.  I think I am supposed to really learn the lesson of the need to SLOW DOWN since I am constantly being forced to.

I guess this seems good for this post…short…I am going to put it up so that I can say I did and hope that it spurs me to delve into this journey again, stop putting it off just because I am tired from growing a person in me. J

Marching to the Beat of My Own Drum

I love writing my blog!  I have found that I am more inclined to think deeply, really ponder about my life more than I have in a very long time.   I think about where I am headed so much more than just worrying about what I didn’t get done yesterday, and by doing this kind of thinking I am ready to do more today to help myself get there.  As I was driving around running errands this week I was doing some of this deeper thinking (something new for me because before I would just kind of not think at all).

My thoughts began with me thinking about how to make exercise and healthy eating more of a priority, then I started wondering why I was having such a hard time with it, then I started thinking about a conversation I had with Brad that was a little bit of a mind jump.  We were discussing dreams we’ve had for ourselves since we were very little.  One of mine, that I have NO control over, is that I have wanted to have twins ever since I could understand the concept of motherhood.  Brad wanted to grow up to be a millionaire.  That is something he has some control over and can really work towards.  So I thought of another one of my since-elementary-school-goals and remembered how I wanted to be famous, but for something that was different than most famous people.  At times it was to be an artist or a great scientist or the like, but it was always that I wanted to be unique, rare.

Then in my thought process I began thinking of the times that I determinedly showed my individuality.  In Junior High I focused on dressing different than everybody else, (it was the late 80’s mind you), trying desperately to stand out.  My forearms were completely covered with watches and friendship bracelets, more than the rest of the school combined.  I was always proud of the fact that I was the only Kae around.  No one in any of my schools ever had that name, not even spelled Kay or Kaye.  Another fantastic nod to my resolve to be unique had to do with my wedding.  I did NOT want a reception, and I wanted my wedding day to be mine.  So I had a barbeque at the local park the night before I got hitched, I was wearing overalls, my cake was mostly rice krispie treats and my dad flipped the burgers.

So as I thought about all these things I realized that I have not held true to this idea of uniqueness over the last several years.  I have been marching to the beat of other people’s drums.  As a mother I have been trying to follow the “ideal” mom idea.  As the housekeeper I have thought I needed to have my house “just so” in order to be like everyone else.  As far as my workouts and nutrition have gone I have more or less followed what everyone else says is best.  I have become one of the masses moving towards some direction, but not paid attention to where it is going.

I am not saying that being a person that likes to follow the mainstream is bad, it just isn’t who I really am.  I used to be the person who saw the destination and looked for the “path less traveled” or would blaze my own trail.  Instead I have become like one of the cattle that is just being pushed along, like I said I haven’t even been watching too much of where I am headed.  I have voiced in past years that I feel lost; I think it is because I am not doing things my own way.

When I had this thought I got excited.  Me writing is a way for me to do something differently, follow a unique path.  I am involving friends and possibly strangers into my process of change and growth, failure and hopefully success.  It is empowering me in a way that I didn’t realize could happen, or how much I needed it.  I am going to use this renewed acceptance of my need to be slightly off to figure out how to revive all aspects of my life so I can truly live again, not just go through the motions.  I can finally hear my drum beating off in the distance and I am going to start following it again. J

Patience

This is truly the latest virtue that I need to learn.  As a mother I have my days where I can be patient through the longest and loudest tantrums, then the days where I am at boiling point all day and it doesn’t take hardly anything for me to start whistling.  Lately I feel like I am going through one of those “growing” stages where I am getting bombarded with opportunities to show how patient I can be.  The problem with them is that it seems that when I am not doing such a good job at being patient things get harder, then I learn and stretch and just when I think I have it down I am thrown another blast of patience opportunities.

I have to admit that since my last post I have not done anything to work on my journey.  I haven’t even been able to get all my laundry put away before the next wave is around (which I know it NEVER ends, but still I thought I had it figured out).  I have had some quiet moments where I have pondered a bit about how best to begin exercising again and wanting to meal plan so we can all eat healthier, but I just haven’t really done more than think on it.

Yesterday I was at my lowest.  When I have several days of not really being able to pull myself together and I realize I haven’t gotten much done I lose all patience with myself.  The problem with losing patience with myself is that I start to become very lazy and very self-destructive.  I spent the day in front of the TV watching NOTHING.  This is what I do when I can’t be patient with myself.  I need to learn that I don’t have to be constantly on the go all day every day, it is ok to sit down and relax for a minute.  I tend not to allow myself that. 

The problem with having a day like I did yesterday is that after a super blah day, with the patience that I have lost, I tend to over do the day that follows.  Then I panic when I don't get everything done and I beat myself up more.  So I need to be patient and realize that I can only go too fast.  I guess one thing is that on those bad days I end up reading a few posts on Facebook by those super mom's that get all errands run, cleaning done and they still manage to have a fabulously cooked healthy meal for their families.  The thing is if someone is truly that amazing all the time, great for them, I am not.

So note to self, remember that it is OK to slow down.  In fact, I would say it is necessary.  Give yourself a break and don’t be so impatient if you have a day of nothing.  Don’t let it take over your life like you have in the past.  Remember that you really do need to be able to walk, and walk well, before you can run.  Geesh!  I didn’t mean to have another longer post J thanks for reading.

By the way I had my wonderful husband hide the TV remote from me today so I wouldn't be tempted...