Lest you forget, as I am so prone to 'detours' along the way, this blog was mainly created to document and share my process of moving out of state- to a place that suits my inner self a bit better than the 'lovely in many ways- yet not quite for me' Northwest/Seattle area that I was born into and am still currently residing in.
This week as I slave away at making my typical Northwest jungle of a yard (yes, I had a friend from Texas ask me why people don't ever trim their yards out here and I had to reveal that we do trim them all the time and then the Sasquatch comes along at night and sprinkles the vegetation with magic dust that makes it all grow back to where it was before) come into some type of less unkempt shape, my husband is working over 3 different job possibilities. Any one of these jobs will be good for us in some form or another and they will all get us to SoCal. My husband is in different places within the process with each of these jobs and there is no guarantee that any one of them will actually be offered to him. However, let's face it, the odds are good that he can get at least one of these to become a bonafide offer.
I am hopeful and accepting of the idea that whatever job comes around, it will be what we need. I am also simply amazed at how this process has resulted in my husband becoming more secure in who he is and what he has to offer. I am just so pleased to see a tiny bit of ego coming around for that man. He has worked hard and deserves to believe in himself.
This process has been crazy. From coming into the idea that I could ever even think of leaving the only place I've ever called home, to landing on the fact that we love Texas in ways we never could have imagined, to realizing that for this particular season of life Southern California is the right place for us. This has been a roller coaster of surprises and realizations. And my husband and I both sense that it is all coming to a resting spot soon. We have good plans for what each of us would like to do for the next 3 years or so and a direction for where to go over the next decade. We are excited to find out what the universe has in store!
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Thursday, March 29, 2012
Do You Push Yourself?
As my husband and I have been preparing for his upcoming reconstructive surgery we have been working on increasing his stamina. He has a desk job and isn't really familiar with pushing himself physically. He has worked extremely hard even with his current physical limitations and is doing amazing well. This has gotten me thinking more and more about the whole idea of pushing myself as a human being in general.
I have come to the conclusion that my body does best when I push it a bit. And also my mind.
It seems to me that really when we stop pushing ourselves, that's the moment when things start to go downhill. Now granted that can mean different things for different people at different points in our lives. But really, if we're not willing to push ourselves some then aren't we just waiting to die? That may sound harsh, but I can't really justify softening the sentiment when I feel so strongly about what happens when we just settle in and get too comfortable.
I've seen this idea in action many times. We all know people who have pretty much given up, even at a young age. They sit in front of a computer or TV and slowly watch their lives slip away. Or they sell their lives out to long hours at work that don't ever really produce all that much. Their health goes downhill fast. They lose their zest for life.
Meanwhile there are those who seem to make every last drop of life count to its fullest. I once worked for a 93 year old woman who had always told herself that her home would be ready for visitors at any given moment and she made sure that it always was. Not only was her home a wonderful and inviting place, but she was a fantastic conversationalist who had clearly kept her mind at the ready for those she would entertain as well.
I almost always feel good when I have pushed myself some. Sometimes the process is scary and feels a little edgy. In the end, the satisfaction with learning that maybe there is one more limit that I can break for myself is immense.
While there is no good reason to do things that we absolutely do not enjoy, surely we all can find something that will stretch us just enough to keep the mind and body elastic and living well.
I have come to the conclusion that my body does best when I push it a bit. And also my mind.
It seems to me that really when we stop pushing ourselves, that's the moment when things start to go downhill. Now granted that can mean different things for different people at different points in our lives. But really, if we're not willing to push ourselves some then aren't we just waiting to die? That may sound harsh, but I can't really justify softening the sentiment when I feel so strongly about what happens when we just settle in and get too comfortable.
I've seen this idea in action many times. We all know people who have pretty much given up, even at a young age. They sit in front of a computer or TV and slowly watch their lives slip away. Or they sell their lives out to long hours at work that don't ever really produce all that much. Their health goes downhill fast. They lose their zest for life.
Meanwhile there are those who seem to make every last drop of life count to its fullest. I once worked for a 93 year old woman who had always told herself that her home would be ready for visitors at any given moment and she made sure that it always was. Not only was her home a wonderful and inviting place, but she was a fantastic conversationalist who had clearly kept her mind at the ready for those she would entertain as well.
I almost always feel good when I have pushed myself some. Sometimes the process is scary and feels a little edgy. In the end, the satisfaction with learning that maybe there is one more limit that I can break for myself is immense.
While there is no good reason to do things that we absolutely do not enjoy, surely we all can find something that will stretch us just enough to keep the mind and body elastic and living well.
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Thursday, March 15, 2012
Mixed Bag
I used to belong to the club of people who think that if you talk about something good, then you jinx it.
Now I feel as if you gotta' put it out there in order to make it real.
Then there are the things that you don't want to talk about because you don't want reality to set in too soon, even though you know it's coming. These are usually life things that inevitably make you sad, even if known and expected. (Once in a while it's nice to be in denial.)
With those two juxtaposed ideas in mind, humor me a little as I share a bit about how things went around here today.
This morning I took my dog, Parker, into the vet for a recheck on his heart. He needed a refill of the meds. that he finally started about 6 weeks ago and the doctor wanted to listen to his heart murmur to see how well the meds. were working. This turned out to be the perfect day for the recheck as today also turned out to be one of those rare rough days for Parker. It was a day where he kept wanting to faint and was breathing pretty hard. I was actually glad that his symptoms would be on full display during the visit for once. (Kind of like when you can't get your car to make 'that noise' when you take it to the shop.) I figured it would be helpful.
Unfortunately, it was.
My vet is super sweet and always takes the positive road. He assured me that this could just be another rare bad day. But then he also said that the meds. are doing what they're supposed to do in taking a load off the heart and that they are meant to make remaining life more comfortable for Parker, not to cure anything. He reminded me that Parker is remarkable in the age that he has achieved for his breed and then gently suggested that we only refill 30 days worth of meds.
I got what he was trying to say.
And now, to flip things completely upside down...
Later today my husband came home with another cash bonus. Smaller than the last one, but still... And then he told me that he has also been given a raise. Along with his strong feeling that he's going to pass his next test in May, my heart is practically bursting with pride over what he has been able to accomplish recently. (And all while preparing for major rehabilitative surgery.) Property in Palm Springs is becoming more real by the day... I tell ya' give that man a goal that he really wants to get to and he can do absolutely anything.
So you can see why I might be feeling a little merry-go-roundish today...
Absolutely not sorry for myself by any means. I know everyone goes through this type of stuff. Just interesting how life can throw you onto such different parts of the emotional spectrum all in the same day. Right now, it just feels good to kind of sit with my feelings and experience them without putting too much expectation into how I 'should' feel.
How about you? What kind of day did you have?
Now I feel as if you gotta' put it out there in order to make it real.
Then there are the things that you don't want to talk about because you don't want reality to set in too soon, even though you know it's coming. These are usually life things that inevitably make you sad, even if known and expected. (Once in a while it's nice to be in denial.)
With those two juxtaposed ideas in mind, humor me a little as I share a bit about how things went around here today.
This morning I took my dog, Parker, into the vet for a recheck on his heart. He needed a refill of the meds. that he finally started about 6 weeks ago and the doctor wanted to listen to his heart murmur to see how well the meds. were working. This turned out to be the perfect day for the recheck as today also turned out to be one of those rare rough days for Parker. It was a day where he kept wanting to faint and was breathing pretty hard. I was actually glad that his symptoms would be on full display during the visit for once. (Kind of like when you can't get your car to make 'that noise' when you take it to the shop.) I figured it would be helpful.
Unfortunately, it was.
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My vet is super sweet and always takes the positive road. He assured me that this could just be another rare bad day. But then he also said that the meds. are doing what they're supposed to do in taking a load off the heart and that they are meant to make remaining life more comfortable for Parker, not to cure anything. He reminded me that Parker is remarkable in the age that he has achieved for his breed and then gently suggested that we only refill 30 days worth of meds.
I got what he was trying to say.
And now, to flip things completely upside down...
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Later today my husband came home with another cash bonus. Smaller than the last one, but still... And then he told me that he has also been given a raise. Along with his strong feeling that he's going to pass his next test in May, my heart is practically bursting with pride over what he has been able to accomplish recently. (And all while preparing for major rehabilitative surgery.) Property in Palm Springs is becoming more real by the day... I tell ya' give that man a goal that he really wants to get to and he can do absolutely anything.
So you can see why I might be feeling a little merry-go-roundish today...
Absolutely not sorry for myself by any means. I know everyone goes through this type of stuff. Just interesting how life can throw you onto such different parts of the emotional spectrum all in the same day. Right now, it just feels good to kind of sit with my feelings and experience them without putting too much expectation into how I 'should' feel.
How about you? What kind of day did you have?
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