Soul Work

It is Monday morning, almost 9:00 am and has been a great day so far.  I woke up at 6 and was out the door around 7 for a walk/slow jog.  Afterwards I talked to my sisters while drinking coffee and now I’m about to get ready for some appointments.  My youngest is still in Florida with his grandparents.  My FIL was having some health issues so my hubby flew down there on Saturday so he can help drive them home.  I don’t know when they’ll be home, hopefully by Thursday or Friday. I miss them SO much, especially my youngest who has been gone for what seems like forever!  Last week I had little time to do my soul work and communicate with my soul.  I was able to spend a lot of time on it over the weekend and so far the work has been profound.  Here is from my journal:

I’ve been doing this 30 day soul program (The Lotus and the Lily, by Janet Conner) and have been stuck on forgiveness since last week. (Had some super profound things happen during this entire process). I actively forgave people in my life including myself. The book spends several days on forgiving yourself & I wondered if I was being 100% honest with myself. My book has a long forgiveness poem but it didn’t resonate with me so I decided to write my own. Days went by and I couldn’t think of how to write it or what to say.

The days leading up to yesterday (Saturday) were crazy & I was excited to finally have time to meditate, read & reflect.

My meditation session was uneventful except for feeling a strong pulse in my lower abdomen which was just strange.

Afterwards I sat by the pool by myself watching nature & thinking. Random thoughts or messages just came to me:

I still needed to forgive myself (and maybe also my hubby) for getting an abortion when our oldest was still a baby. My birth control pills were expired & I got pregnant. We were broke & overwhelmed. Although it’s bothered me throughout the years (I sometimes think there should be a middle one and that really does weigh on my heart).

Maybe telling hubby about my late period & him taking it good was to help me forgive him too.  I didn’t plan on telling him before he left, but Saturday morning was so strange.  Not long after I got up, I got a random message from the son of an old friend, Erin. I worked with Erin as a teenager/young adult and knowing her impacted my life in a great way.  I was impressionable and she was almost like an idol to me. She had her own apartment, an awesome Jeep wrangler and was a workout guru (AKA BADASS).  Unfortunately she died suddenly from cardiac arrest back in 2013 or 2014. 

I told him stories and he seemed to enjoy them and expressed that he doesn’t remember much about his mom.  As I talked to him & realized he doesn’t remember his mom that much my heart was so sad. I feel this plays a part. I’m too old for a baby & will die & he/she won’t know me? Or could be risky to my health – if something happened to me during the pregnancy Will would be the same age as Aiden when he lost his mom— can’t have that! Or maybe it’s to remind me that there are many kids without a mom and to help take care of those ones too.

After I realized that I’m holding onto the abortion I tried to let it go. To forgive myself, I thanked the anger for its lesson and gifts. I told it that I will never ever turn a child away in need- this is what I interpret to be the lesson. I told it to be gone and that it’s free.

I knew I would start my period now.  I even texted it to my sister.  Sure enough that night I started.  

Oddly, a few hours later I had some time & didn’t want to forget any of these thoughts so I wrote down everything from yesterday. At the very end when I was all done random thoughts just spilled onto the page without thinking much about it. Those thoughts are now that forgiveness poem/prayer I put off writing all week.

 

I have my work cut out for me this week.  It is quiet around here, and I’m grateful for the time and space to soul search.

I think the thing that bothers me the most is that I was really frightened when I thought I might be pregnant.  But this scare went on for a good two weeks and towards the end I was pretty sure I was on like week 5 and having implantation bleeding.  When that started I really started to think and then calculated a due date. I would be due in May– which is actually pretty perfect!   I got really excited.

In the book/program that I’m doing, this is the final week and it is a week of setting intentions.  This is perfect timing.  I really need to figure out what this all means and what my intentions for the future really are.  It’s a terrifying prospect for me, actually, which makes me think this week might take longer than a week to get through.

This week I will nourish my body, medidate, move my body, read, write, but most importantly, I will listen to my soul. 

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The Four Agreements: Agreement 4 – Always Do Your Best

This is the final- and possibly the most important rule yet.   When you know you are doing your best, there is no room for questioning yourself and instead of feelings of guilt and shame, there’s a feeling of peace in the heart.

The teacher who teaches next to me is exemplary.  She is a phenomenal teacher and is great even with our most difficult students and families.  She advocates for us as a staff when she asks our principal tough and uncomfortable questions during professional development.  She advocates for our families by attending the many committee meetings that she is involved in.  She is someone who I always strive to be more like– truly a remarkable woman.  Her teaching badassness is not even her best asset.  She is also the mom of 3 (now adult) boys and a cancer survivor.

One day last year the gossip mill was running overtime at work.  This teacher, Karen, was part of the drama.  Her grade level team had our most difficult grade last year.  Out of the 60 something kids in that grade level, many are not native English speakers, 14 have Individual Education Plans for reading, writing or math difficulties and probably around 15 who have attention difficulties or behavior problems.  Her grade was at an end of the year data meeting where administration and teachers examine student growth. Last year, the students did not seem to be split equally.  The male teacher seemed to get the best deal, with only one student who has an IEP and no major behavior problem students– while the other two teachers had several students with strong behavior needs as well as several students with intense learning needs.  Incidentally, the male teacher had the best growth of the three teachers.

An argument over student growth occurred during that meeting.  I wasn’t there, so I only heard the information secondhand.  But, as my closest work pals and I talked about the audacity our principal had, as he basically shamed the 2 teachers with less growth we wondered why Karen continues to take on way more roles than is expected.  Even though my principal can be a bit of a snake, Karen will always step up to help.  It hit me later that night, Karen lives her life “Always doing her best.”  I’m sure that’s it–  after all, she is the one who recommended The Four Agreements in the first place.

Your best will look different day to day.

When you do your best, you don’t give the judge the opportunity to find you guilty or to blame you.  If you have done your best and the Judge tries to judge you according to your Book of Law, you’ve got the answer: “I did my best.”  There are no regrets.  That is why we always do our best.  It is not an easy agreement to keep, but this agreement is really going to set you free. 

When you do your best you learn to accept yourself.  But you have to be aware and learn from your mistakes. Learning from your mistakes means you practice, look honestly at the results, and keep practicing.  This increases your awareness.

Doing your bes really doesn’t feel like work because you enjoy whatever you are doing.  You know you are doing your best when you are enjoy whatever you are doing.  You know you’re doing your best when you are enjoying the action or doing itin a way that will not have negative repercussions for you.  You do your best because you want to do it, not because you have to do it, not because you are trying to please the Judge, and not because you are trying to please other people. 

If you take action because you have to, then there is no way you are going to do your best.  Then it is better not to do it.  No, you do your best because doing your best all the time makes you so happy.  When you are doing your best just for the pleasure of doing it, you are taking action because you enjoy the action. 

Action is about living fully.  Inaction is the way that we deny life.  Inaction is sitting in front of the television every day for years because you are afraid to be alive and to take the risk of expressing what you are.  Expressing what you are is taking action.   You can have many great ideas in your head, but what makes the difference is the action.  Without action upon an idea, there will be no manifestation, no results, and no reward. 

A good example comes from the story about Forrest Gump.  he didn’t have great ideas, but he took action.  He was happy because he always did his best at whatever he did.  He was richly awarded without expecting any reward at all.  Taking action is being alive.  It’s taking the risk to go out and express your dream. This is different than imposing your dream on someone else, because everyone has the right to express his or her dream.   

We’ve lived at our current house for almost 5 years now.  Up until this summer, my home projects were stagnant.  I’ve had the past 5 summers off, with minimal tasks getting accomplished.  For years I couldn’t figure out what my problem is.  I LOVE our house– I really do– after all a very significant epiphany urged me to talk my husband into buying it (it was his parents).  Especially the outside, it is so peaceful and serene.  Despite my love for our home, the beautiful gardens that his parents used to keep so pristine were constantly overflowing with weeds.  Our serene pond was surrounded by a jungle, as was the front of our home. So the outside was a constant source of feelings of being overwhelmed.

(read about my ephiphany here:  https://thedevildrinksvodka.com/2018/06/01/the-epiphany/)

The inside wasn’t much better– a typical year would include cleaning out only one to two closets, and that’s about it.  I just couldn’t get the focus and motivation needed to get anything done.  I would talk to my mother in law about keeping up the house and she had great suggestions.  She was a teacher back in her day, so she lived at this very same house raising her family and catching up on home projects during summer vacation.  She suggested just filling a small grocery bag a day with weeds and filling just one box per day of things to get rid of when unpacking the basement.  That never worked for me, any project I did had to be done in its entirety (and as you can guess that never happened).  Looking at my own parents made me even more confused.  My dad is retired and keeps busy everyday.  He is constantly doing work around his house to make it nicer.  My mom is no longer here, but she was the home QUEEN.  At any given time she was repainting a room or rearranging our furniture.  The inside and outside of our house was immaculate.  She was always busy cleaning walls or floors, raking, weeding, painting, etc.  I always wondered what my problem is.  Hubby would come home on Friday and spend the evening mowing, edging and other yard maintenance while I did the minimal on the inside.  Minimal being making dinner and loading the dishwasher. I’m going to blame lack of both focus and motivation, and as you can guess being so idle did not make me feel fulfilled.

Here’s a newsflash, reader:  If something is prohibiting you from accomplishing something in life, you may want to consider looking into it instead of passively accepting it.  In other words, you’re broken and need to be fixed.

I was so broken and I so desperately wanted this summer to be different.  I didn’t want to start drinking and I wanted to accomplish things.  I didn’t expect to get a ton of motivation to work around the house but I at least thought that I could catch up on my spiritual readings and work the steps.  After my sister went back to Florida and all our trips were done, I knew it was time to get to work, and I did.

Amazingly, as I cleaned out my negativity and intentionally filled up on love, loads of focus and motivation came to me.  Suddenly all of these overwhelming projects were simplified into small and manageable tasks.  It’s been just a couple weeks, but I redid the landscaping around our pond, cleaned up the front beds and cleaned up our patio area that has been filled with blow up pool toys, weeds and junk since last summer.  After my PT appointment I’m going to go shop for some clearance furniture/decorations to spruce it up a bit.  This is what I have in mind:

I’ve done more these past 3 weeks than I’ve done the past 5 years.  Wanna know the best part?  It hasn’t been stressful– or exhausting.  It’s been phenomenal.   I’ve found a strength and creativity that I didn’t know I even had.  It’s been FUN, and so rewarding.  Long gone are the feelings of being so overwhelmed- as nothing HAS to get done and everything really only is the sum of small tasks lumped together.  I only attribute this positive change to getting my soul healthy– which largely includes living the by the rules of The Four Agreements.

 

Finding Calm Amidst Crazy

This past week has been a whirlwind. I (barely) got all the work in for my class, I had to teach a full day professional development to a tough group of teachers, and deal with some family issues on top of that stuff.

My family issues are the same issues we have been going through since last summer.  Codependency, addiction, unfit parenting, boundaries, etc, my life really feels like a Merry Go Round that keeps speeding up.  On top of all that, I’m late.  Like REALLY late.  At 42 I have no idea if maybe I’m starting menopause or what.  I’ve taken 3 tests in the past 10 days, 1 was invalid and 2 were negative.

In the midst of all this I feel incredibly grateful today.  I acknowledge that feeling grateful despite the craziness is a blessing and I feel grateful for feeling grateful  I was so grateful to not have woken up in a funk and pissy mood– which wouldn’t have been surprising! Last year when a similar situation happened it consumed my entire day and sometimes more.  I would have negative repeating thoughts in my head and just go throughout my day feeling anger.  Today I began listening to Codependent No More & think I am going to learn a lot.

White water rafting was exciting last weekend.  I thought it was in Ohio, but it was actually in Pennsylvania– which just seems way more intense.  I flew out of the raft at the 2nd rapid.  There was nothing holding me onto the raft but my bad ankle.  Somehow in the midst I banged up my knee.  Lucky for my life, hubby is strong and pulled me back in pretty quickly.  At one point hubby flew out, but I was too tired and weak to help him at all.  My strong nephew pulled him back in like a rotten sack of potatoes.  We almost bit it multiple times.  We stopped for lunch at a rocky place.  We had to make our way up slippery rocks that weren’t steady.  At one point there was a snake slithering in the water right behind one of our adult leaders while she was making her way on the slippery rocks.  But we all made it and now have a neat experience to tell about.

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Just wanted to post briefly.   Today is Day 140 and my goal is to keep this momentum going ❤ ❤ ❤

The Gift of a Lunatic Part 1 of 2

We got new neighbors last October and it was awkward from the get go.  After they bought the house, they had work done before moving in and we never really got a chance to meet them.  My hubby went over one day while they were outside thinking he would introduce himself but only got a chance to meet the man’s father-in-law who happened to be annihilated at the moment.

Not long after moving in, it was Halloween.  We always walk in a pretty big group with our neighbors across the street, some of their friends, and then part of my hubby’s family and their kids.  Unbeknownst to us, our new neighbors were walking right behind us, but we didn’t know that at the time and didn’t introduced.  Then later realized and it was awkward.

Winter came, the outside world slept.

Spring came, birds started singing again and people started to emerge from their homes.

I was walking one day and the man was outside gathering trash cans, so I introduced myself and met him and his son (who is like 3).   He seemed nice.

Time went on.  The grass grew.  Lawnmower season came.

The neighbor man began to mow onto our yard past the lot line.  Hubby went over to talk to him about where the line is and also about taking down a dead tree in their backyard.  The tree is hideous and has been dead for years.  Last year a big branch of it fell onto our property and caused some damage.  A majority of the tree is still standing and if it comes down into our yard it would fall on our pool or trampoline.

The. Grown. Man. Went. Full. Out. Lunatic.

Cussed at my hubby, declared that really he is not an asshole then he walked in circles cussing some more, then told him he would have the tree taken down when he shit out $800, then proceeded to cuss some more.

We haven’t really spoken to either of them (man and woman) since, and this was back in probably April.  Super awkward, right?

Hubby and I are not seeing this situation the same.  He would like nothing more than for this neighbor to fall into a big hole and disappear forever.  While I hate how this guy acted and really lost any respect I ever had for him, and I will admit that I would be ecstatic if I saw a for sale sign go up at their house, I don’t want to wish anyone ill will.

I feel bad for hubby for having to go through the situation though.  If he yelled at me I would probably be beside myself too.  He says he gets anxious now whenever he sees him outside, not knowing if this guy is going to fly off the handle.  He’s also worried that he’s going to talk smack with other neighbors.  We are cool with everyone, but pretty much stick to ourselves.  We’ll go to a neighbor’s party like once or twice a year, but we don’t want enemies.  But now we feel like we live next to a ticking time bomb.

I’m not too worried about him talking smack.  If he is a giant ass, then they will find out sooner or later.  Personally, whatever he has to say about my hubby or I may hurt my feelings, but really isn’t worrisome to me.

Fast forward to August.  I’ve been hard at work this summer, digging up and going through my soul.  I’ve been acknowledging my life’s gifts– both good and bad.  And so I must examine this gift, whether I want to or not.

My neighbor and this situation is a gift to me, and it is a lesson.  I just don’t know what they are yet.  But, after spending the week reading, writing and reflecting, I realized that I needed to get some more information about our new neighbors.

I found their full names with a public record search and then found them on Facebook, starting with the man.

I do have to say, I found exactly what I was looking for– including clues and ideas about how this situation can be a lesson.  I’m still working on the gift part 🙂

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The Four Agreements: Agreement 2 – Don’t take anything personally.

This is my favorite chapter and the most powerful, for me.  Don’t. Take. Anything. Personally.  How can we not?  Someone yells out their pickup truck window, “Hey fatass, why don’t you pick up your pace?”   Your best friend lies to you goes out with another friend after cancelling plans.  Your boss yells at you for something that is commonly known to be done by all, how can we not take these things personally?  Furthermore, when these things happen we are left wondering what we could have and should have done differently.

I used to always think that people were mad at me.  I’d see some of my siblings together on social media and quickly wonder why I wasn’t invited and then immediately assume it’s because I am annoying or that someone is angry with me.  Those thoughts would stay with me for the entire day and sometimes longer.

What people think of you is none of your business

This is the first thing that I read that opened the door to this concept. Below is a powerful excerpt from this chapter:

“Nothing other people do is because of you.  It is because of themselves.  All people live in their own dream, in their own mind; they are in a completely different world from the one we live in.  When we take something personally, we make the assumption that they know what is in our world, and we try to impose our world on their world.  

Even when a situation seems so personal, even if others insult you directly, it has nothing to do with you.  What they say, what they do, and the opinions they give are according to the agreements they have in their own minds.  Thier point of view comes from all of the programming they received during domestication.  

If someone gives you an opinion and says, “Hey, you look so fat.” don’t take it personally, because the truth is that this person is dealing with his or her own feelings, beliefs and opinions.  That person tried to send poison to you and if you take it personally, then you take that poison and it becomes yours.  Taking things personally makes you easy prey for these predators, the black magicians.  They can hook you easily with one little opinion and feed you whatever poison they want, and because you take it personally, you eat it up.  

You eat all their emotional garbage, and now it becomes your garbage.  But if you do not take it personally, you are immune in the middle of hell.  Immunity to poison in the middle of hell is the gift of this agreement.”

I can apply this entire chapter to many different aspects of my life and can see now why I have certain preferences.  For example, I work with 2 women who I tend to steer clear of, and which is no fault of theirs. They both remind me of two people in my extended family that I do not care for, and therefore do not care to socialize with these women if I can help it.  I can see why they would be hurt if they knew that I was avoiding them– but what they need to know is that me avoiding them has nothing to do with them (well except for reminding me of family).

Remember how I said that I used to worry about people being mad at me– or not liking me?  Well, that used to create an enormous conflict in my mind.  I’m thinking that they’re mad at me (WHO is they anyway??) but at the same time I knew I did nothing wrong, so my mind is confused, conflicted and just feels really icky.  Realizing that their actions (and thoughts and words) has nothing to do with me has been so eye opening and powerful for my state of mind.

As I practice this way of thinking, I can see myself getting better at worrying about myself instead of everyone else.  I can also see myself identifying times when the old me would be offended, and realizing the truth of a situation.

For example, during the school year I heard something that made me feel really angry.  One of the teachers I work with blew up at a grade level meeting with my principal and griped about students being pulled from class too much.  I was furious, and took it very personally because I had continuously met with this teacher throughout the year to try to make this situation better.  After I heard this, I had a strong desire to send a nasty email or go down to her classroom and give her an earful, after all, I was livid.  But I had a large group of students for the next hour and had to try to focus on the lesson I was teaching.  After the group left, I had a break and finally had some time to process what I had heard that made me so mad.  Once I thought about it rationally, I realized that this teacher and this situation had NOTHING to do with me.  For real.  Students get pulled from her class all the time, from many different adults, not just me.  For me to get so angry and immediately assume that it was about me was selfish and stupid.  My mistake was hearing something disturbing and not having time to process it before getting upset.  This is going to happen at times, we don’t always hear things at the most optimal times.  A good rule of thumb is to wait 24 hours when angry before confronting someone.

I can name countless other examples from my life, or even things that I see on social media.  In fact, I am recommending this book all the time because I’m constantly seeing situations that are nonsense and could be remedied by living the principles of this book.

I hope this was informative and helps you start thinking about how you may take things personally and how it might affect you ❤

 

Day 107 — That Funky Feeling

What does being in a funk look like to you?

To me it’s getting up late everyday, not being my best self and having a general feeling of unhappiness that affects my entire day.  It makes it hard to move and even get a shower in.

I don’t have much of an opportunity to get into major funks during the school year.  I have bad days here and there, but generally can’t dwell on feeling depressed day after day.  Summer is different and while it by all accounts SHOULD be the happiest time of the year, it is far from it.

Why are my summers so funky?  I’m pretty sure that I’ve written one or two other summer blog posts over the years titled, Summer Funk– or something like that.  Great weather, low obligations, can stay up late and sleep in, swimming, kayaking, biking, walking, hiking…. so many movement options that can be done in nature– oh boy!  How can I not be ecstatic?

Expectations?

I’m not working out as much as I expected.  I’m not getting as much done around the house as I expected.  I’m not visiting older relatives like I expected.  I’m not eating clean like I expected.  My hubby is on vacation, but has been crabby and spending all his time on video games– totally not what I expected.

I’m not too hard on myself and have tried the gentle approach before, allowing sobriety to be #1 and not worrying too much about anything else (hello extra 20 pounds!)– but that isn’t making me feel any less funky.

This summer started out strong, but quickly derailed this past week.  It’s a combination of hubby being off work and broken routines.  My sister is visiting from Florida for the next week starting tomorrow.  This will be more breaks in the routine and I need to make sure that I stay grounded.  This MAJORLY consists of keeping up on my self-care– which has gone out the window this past week and probably is partially responsible for this FUNK.

Ok.. time to work on my homework, I’ve been putting it off all morning.  It’s time for me to be my best self and to start feeling good again ❤

 

 

 

The Four Agreements: Agreement 1 – Be Impeccable with your Word

I’m on the upswing of a minor funk, I can feel it.  I think getting out of my comfort zone by going to scout camp and then anxiously waiting for my little’s return kind of put me into a tailspin.

It’s Monday and I’m trying to plan my week so that I can be productive, happy and fulfilled.  I have my 3rd step meeting with Arlina on Thursday, so I have to do some step 3 reading and worksheet.   I also want to get out and walk today (it’s been forever).  Jules has been getting really sluggish on walks, so until we figure out what’s going on with his health, I need to find an inside workout regimen to stick to.  That or riding my bike– but I bought an ankle brace and now my foot is doing SO much better so I want to start running again– might be time to dust off my treadmill.  I also want to get back to the Lotus and the Lilly 30 day soul book, which I started way back in March.   SO much to do & all fun stuff too!!  OH and I need to go to a meeting.  I’m planning on going today and maybe 1 or 2 other days this week (they are conveniently every week day at noon and like a mile down the road– it doesn’t get any easier than that).

 

The Four Agreements, by Don Miguel Ruiz 

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I call the Four Agreements my life’s bible.  I strongly believe that the four simple principals promoted in the book can be used and applied to any situation.  This book has helped my anxiety with relating to others immensely and I want to write about my experience with applying the principals.

The first rule of this book is to be impeccable with your word.

While this seems fairly straight forward it takes on many subtle and profound aspects as you begin to practice. Very simply to be impeccable with your Word is to use your Word in the direction of love and truth. It’s not as simple as it sounds.

How we apply this agreement in practice can be complicated. For instance, suppose we have a good friend and are friends with their spouse as well. We’ve found out that the spouse is cheating on our friend. It is in the direction of truth to tell our friend that their partner is cheating on them. On the other hand delivering the message and facts is not very kind and loving and will hurt their feelings. It also might not be considered very respectful to inject our nose into the business of other people’s relationship. In these critical situations being impeccable with your word can appear to go either way.

You can create how you feel emotionally by generating emotions, and then you feel them. You can create dynamics of respect in relationship by being silent and listening attentively. You can create a different experience for your self and others by refraining from an emotional reaction. You create an income for your self by how well you express caring in the activity of your work. You create a different self image of your self by putting the power of your faith in a thought you have about your self. This can happen in a very subtle and almost passive way of just accepting what you think about your self as true.

You express in a multitude of ways through out the day and being impeccable with your Word applies to all of them.

Silence can be Impeccable

Silence is an expression. And sometimes silence and refrain says a lot more than words can. Your actions are a part of how you create. To hit someone doesn’t fall into the category of expressing your self in the direction of love and truth. To greet someone with a kiss on the cheek is an expression that says more than a thousand words can.

Your Fears go against your Self

To live with existing fears in your mind doesn’t fall into the category of being impeccable. Maintaining fears of public speaking, asking someone out on a date, or a fear of failing is not in the direction of love for your self. Keeping your self in fear is an ongoing expression in your own mind that causes you to hold back in your actions of love for your self and others. Fear is at the heart of NOT being impeccable.

To Be Impeccable with Your Word is not as simple as it sounds. When you explore the meaning of this agreement your understanding will expand. You will begin to pay attention to the smaller moments of the day. Thoughts that used to go unnoticed or passing comments that seemed to be no big deal before become significant. As you become aware of the subtle expressions of the day this agreement becomes more challenging than one originally thought.

To really master being impeccable will require that you heighten your awareness not just to the words you say, but also to the emotions you express, your attitude, your actions, and where you express the power of your belief. You will need to develop a discipline of mindfulness to be impeccable in these expressions through out the day.

To Be Impeccable with Your Word is an art requiring constant vigilance. It is not something that you can decide to do one day and master by the end of the week. The mastery of any art, like music, painting, or sculpture, requires practice. To master the way you express your emotions, actions, thoughts, beliefs, will take practice just like any other art. In the beginning it will be challenging to just learn the basic skills.

You too will let go of what you created in your life years ago, and work on bigger and better creations as you develop. Each day is an opportunity to create a new piece of art with your life. Last years art is already far behind you. Learn, grow, and develop your skills through your creations, but don’t let them define you as an artist.

When you apply the practice of doing your best to be impeccable you discover that it has incredible rewards. To express your self in the direction of truth and love allows you to create your life as a masterpiece of beauty.

To master being impeccable with your word will take many moments of practice. You will likely throw away many of your attempts as being clumsy and not what you want. But that is okay. For with each action and attempt, you improve as the artist of your life.

Be careful not to believe the judgments that are likely to come from that inner judge. Make a commitment to do your best everyday and it will help you avoid self judgments as you practice and improve. Remember that in the midst of all these expressions that the real art you are working on is your self and you are worth taking time for.


 

A few weeks ago, one of the teachers at my school came into my room to complain, she was visibly upset.  Our secretary, and older, very outspoken and sometimes downright rude individual, had bad mouthed her to another staff member.  One of the things that was so upsetting was that she was about to retire and had tried to make every aspect of this school year a positive “last” but this was a painful memory that she would remember for a long time and would cast a shadow on her retirement.

She basically came into my room to vent, because sometimes you just need a listening ear.  So I listened and sympathized.  This book came up in our conversation, as I knew this teacher has read it and so has our secretary.  The teacher told me that she was going to talk to her about what she said and how it affects the morale of the staff.  I suggested she recommends this book to her (athough I know she HAS read it– but isn’t applying the rules to herself..).

Sometimes when you are talking to someone who you are really close to, it’s easy to talk and (sometimes) giggle at other people.  I question myself ALL THE TIME.  The bonus is that most people that I’m close to has read this book, so they all know what I’m talking about when I start to scrutinize our actions (Are we being gossipy?  Am I being impeccable with my word?)   It most always promotes positive and productive conversations– and allows us to establish norms that are not going to spread poison.  In most cases the person and I either agree that, “Yes, we are being rude and judgy and it’s not helping anything so we need to stop” or “No, if he was here with us he would be laughing too, so we are laughing with him, it is ok.”

One last thing I want to say about being impeccable with your word.  I don’t (can’t) trust people who spend time talking about others behind their back.  It is Not. A. Good. Look.  If you’re talking about X, Y or Z behind their back, then I’m SURE you’re talking about ME behind my back.  Perfect example of this is my school secretary.  After you read this blog, you are going to think that she’s absolutely dreadful.  That is not the case, but she is a gossip.  Not in a mean way, more like a lovingly grandmotherly type of way.  BUT, while I love her, I generally keep my distance because I know that whatever I tell her is likely to come out, possibly in a distorted way.

I hope that you enjoyed reading about the first principal of The Four Agreements.

Gratefulness

I wanted to write a quick update.  I spoke with the vet this morning and his urine/creatine ratio test is slightly elevated. SO it MIGHT be Cushings, it might not.  She is definitely thinking it’s something metabolic.  I mentioned kidney failure (thank you once again Dr. Google) and she said NO.  She said he is not in kidney failure and his kidney’s are FINE.  As of right now, he does not have many symptoms and is not uncomfortable, so while she wants to do a Cushings test and a Thyroid test, she said it is ok to wait until the end of the week after next.  The Cushings test is one where he has to go in for 3 blood draws all within 8 hours, so I’d rather wait until I’m done with school so I don’t have to leave him there for the day.  The week after we get out I’ll be spending part of up north going back and forth between our cottage and Will’s scout camp (where he will be for the whole week).  So, I do feel better.  I am kind of hoping it is his Thyroid, only because our previous dog was diagnosed with that and it was super easy to treat and he lived many years healthy past his diagnosis.

Other than that, things are the same.  I still don’t know whats going to happen with my SIL and her kids.  My mother and father in law brought them over to swim last night but we didn’t talk about anything.  The mood was very somber, we are all upset and confused.

Regardless of these situations, I’m feeling so grateful.  Grateful for summer, for this beautiful summer morning, grateful for homework as to better myself with a Master’s degree, grateful that we WILL get a long bike ride in today, grateful for the step work I am doing.

I can’t remember if I wrote about this or not, but there is this wonderful podcast called ODAAT chat.  The host, Arlina chose me as a volunteer to work on the steps with her.  MAN this couldn’t have come at a better time with being tested with stressful situations totally out of my control!  I completed step 1 and she interviewed me last week.  I’m working on step two and going to interview next week.   I am SO grateful for Arlina and her expertise and ability to work with right now!

Ok.  Better move onto my homework.  Going to work a little on step two and then my class work.  I’m on my deck in the sunshine and couldn’t think of a better office!

Peace and love ❤

All Apologies

It’s a hot day, my windows are down and I am doing 90 on the freeway. I’m on my way to pick up three teenagers from a school event.  Nirvana is blaring on the radio.

Only it’s not 2019, it’s 1993.  I’m in my 1986 Sunbird with the windows down and Nirvana cranked up.  I am on my way to Hungry Howies to work my evening shift.  I am 16 and life is pretty simple.  Normal 16 year old worries– but simple.

I’m 72 days sober today, and still learning how to handle my emotions.  Music helps and feeling like I’m in my 16 year old shoes is therapeutic.

This week has been a rough one.  On Monday, I had a follow up visit for my puppy who could have a serious medical problem.  I took him to my well respected friend veterinarian who I worked with for many years in my young adulthood.  She was optimistic and told me to bring in a first of the morning urine sample on Friday long after the stress of the vet visit is long gone.  She called this afternoon and left a message that his specific gravity is low (hello kidney failure) and that she was still waiting on the cortisol/creatine ratio test.  No answers, but lots of unanswered questions.  He’s a MUTT and only 5, aren’t they supposed to be healthy?

On Wednesday, my youngest had some day old bug bites that were looking nasty.  After a day of treating with OTC stuff, I decided to take him to Urgent Care for peace of mind and so that I didn’t have to miss work if he did need antibiotics.  Urgent Care didn’t give him anything and misdiagnosed him with impetigo– and we were there for a good two hours.  SO.. he got worse at school the next day, and I had to take a half-day off work to take him to his regular pediatrician.  He is doing much better, thank goodness– but it was a very frustrating couple of days.

Work has been more than irritating.  We have to have our rooms packed up (renovation) by midnight of the last day of school.  SO.. the last day that we have kids, we have to be all packed up simultaneously.  The stress is high and there has been way more adult drama than I can stand.  Hallelujah that next week is the last week!

Today took the cake.  My sister in law, the one who lost her kids last summer, and who was doing good at winning them back, really messed up.  She is cleared to get her kids back but needs her own place first (she’s currently living with her brother).  Her parents cosigned on a nice 3 bedroom trailer and she is set to move in next weekend.  CPS is going to keep an eye on her and if she drinks at all she loses them for good.

She got arrested last night for DUI.

I have no idea what is going to happen next.  Her parents are beside themselves about to have a nervous breakdown.  They’ve put a whole year on hold to help her, all for her kids and the chance for them to be with their mom.

I miss age 16.  I miss worrying about parties and boys and high school finals.

So, I’m sitting on my deck writing this, listening to Nirvana with the same angst I had at age 16.  Being sad, but being ok with it.

 

60 Days

Sixty days ago I woke up around 4:00 am in a puddle of piss– on school day no less.  I changed and went back to sleep on the couch, trying to sleep off my ginormous headache.

To say I was physically impaired the next day is an understatement, although that wasn’t even my biggest ailment.  The guilt and shame was far worse than the physical hangover.  I showered, but still felt as though I smelled of pee all day long.  Work was long, and awful and I was worried that my husband was going to leave me.  When he texted asking a simple question, I was sure he was done.

In reality, he is far more forgiving.  Despite the awful day, we had a nice evening. The weather was nice and we rode our bikes up to a local restaurant.  During dinner, I leveled with him, telling him that I have to stop drinking and have to dump out all of the alcohol around the house.

Maybe that horrible awful day was a blessing.  The final thing that made me finally realize that I cannot handle drinking.  The day I surrendered.  I AM powerless over alcohol– no doubt about it.

Fast forward to day 60.  I am much healthier and happier today.  I’ve had two other extended periods of sobriety (93 days in 2017 and 127 days in 2018), but this time has been my favorite yet.  I just know in my heart of hearts, that I can’t go back.  Even when my sister talks about visiting Michigan (she hasn’t been up here in about 3 years, maybe 4 I’m not sure) and we talk about going to a summer concert with the other sister (we haven’t all 3 been together in years), the first thing that I said is, “I can be the DD!”   The desire of drinking didn’t even cross my mind (and hopefully it will stay that way).  I thank God for this and pray that the strong will continues.  Before I could have easily used my visiting sister as an excuse to binge, one last time.

It is Sunday of Memorial Day weekend.  Yesterday we had GORGEOUS weather, but I don’t think we’ll be so lucky today and tomorrow.  It’s going to be much cooler and rainy.  Here are some pics of the weekend so far:

Nothing major, but all good things.  Yesterday I took my youngest to a couple specialty stores (Fresh Thyme for produce and Trader Joes).  Although he came grudgingly, he had a nice time picking out healthy and unhealthy vegan foods.  It is truly the simple things that can be so good in life.  I posted our dinner because it was plant based and delicious!  I DO love this way of eating and it makes my heart happy.

Happy Memorial Day, and thank you to all of the soldiers who make daily sacrifices for our freedom ❤