So apparently during this time, I’m supposed to be doing self-care. I’m hoping the MRI on my knees Friday and the surgery I’m waiting for right now for the lump I’ve had near my lymph nodes count. I have never had surgery except my wisdom teeth, and hospitals already bring back trauma because of my dad. So both of these things are making this time extra anxiety ridden. I have no idea what to expect, only what I’ve seen with my family. I’m hoping I do ok. That this is something needed. And it constitutes as self-care. I just want to go home and sleep. No big words of wisdom for today. Just wanting to document all of this for posterity. Speaking of posteriors, it’s a colon rectal surgeon who is doing my surgery 😂.
My manager/friend/mentor said to me, every job turn down is one step closer to the right job 🙂
Take the month just to focus on self-care and filling my cup.
You cannot pour from an empty cup.
My counselor put me on short term disability as of Monday. I just can’t function any more at work … at least not in a healthy way. I can’t heal because I’m still in it. Also, taking care of a couple other health issues…
So in this down time, I need to do self – care. My friend suggested I make a list of things I want to accomplish. Which thinking about it is something I do. Haha
So here it is… follow up with nurse practioner about knees, check, finish up my ear piercings, check (considering I never had any until last year, this is a huge deal… I now have 5) the main lobe piercings are poppies . They are what I was drawn to, and of course they were poppies which is what I called my dad. Research masters programs and funding and schools, sky dive, glass blowing class or pottery class, drive somewhere and stay overnight, possibly Canada or grand canyon , read some of the gmat book, I might list more, but I think this is good for now 🙂
List on …
Don’t know why this song connected with me today, but it did 🙂
I was scrolling through my feed and read this beautiful post what a relationship is after butterflies. Relationships are chemical reactions that go away in the first 3 years. People keep looking for fireworks and butterflies. But when you think about the people you truly love, family, friends, etc… You don’t expect those fireworks feelings. So why do we expect them out of a lifelong companion. Love is ever evolving. It grows up, like a child. And like a child you love … You may have loved them differently as a new born, but as they age, you grow to respect them, enjoy their company and friendship. The relationship evolves and changes. We grow (hopefully) and our capacity and ability should grow and change. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
What does it mean when someone is fearless? Without fear. That doesn’t take courage, because that exists only when there is fear and we face it anyway. It takes moral and mental strength to be courageous.
Fearlessness is audacious. Although they almost use fearless and courageous synonymously, they really aren’t the same.
One is by definition facing fear and doing it anyway and the other is to have a lack of fear. Which one requires more conviction? Which one would you admire in someone?
It would be amazing to have no fear but would it really require much mental thought and growth? Would there be a wisdom that comes with it? Would there be a certain arrogance and immaturity that goes along with fearlessness?
Just something I have been thinking about. Trying to move and move on in life. Figuring out the next steps. Facing fear and continuing on in spite of or because of it. Each day is a gift; and to waste it being afraid or in regret or in anger “sucks” as my friend said to me today lol.
I may not be fearless, but I can see fear and face it. I will learn and grow and flourish. I will hope for the best in all situations and accept the worst. I will not let it keep me from realizing my dreams. Life is for living fully!
It’s coming up on one year since my dad passed away. Even if I don’t want to think about him being gone, it looms around me. I can’t describe it, it’s as if your body knows. It grieves with or without your permission. You may play, laugh, enjoy food and times with friends and family. But this unsaid thing wraps itself around you.
I miss my dad so much it hurts to breathe sometimes. I really haven’t grieved his loss much because I’ve been trying to push through everything. Working in hospice is difficult enough, but everything else that has gone on there has made it even more tiring.
I look at others who have lost a parent, had children , worked full time in hospice and still completed their masters. I’m amazed how they were able to do it. I’m impressed by them.
I’m still trying to figure out my next steps. It’s taking everything to focus on this one class I’m taking. I keep thinking about my dad and how he kept taking classes. He kept his engineering license. It was important to him. Even if it was hard to walk into class. He wouldn’t take his cane with him, probably because of pride. I hope he would be proud of me. He was a wonderful man, my best friend, a great example. I miss you dad.
So after getting back from my Europe trip, I signed up for a grant writing class on the 4th of June. Because the best thing to do after a vacation is signing up for a class.
It may not be towards a Master’s Degree quite yet, but it’s definitely a step in the right direction.
When someone asks about a happy memory of my dad, I can’t think of anything in particular. Knowing him and him loving me is my happy memory.
So weird … just read my post from 2 years ago and here I am … volunteer coordinator for hospice giving orientation myself to the new volunteers…. getting ready to take a trip to San Diego. Life is strange .