We have most assuredly entered a digital age. An era where we’ll be late to work, an appointment or a meeting if we forget our phone at home. An age where we worry that our kids won’t know how to actually speak to a human being and we might be losing touch with the real world. In our home, we have a “no phone zone” during dinner. I also put blocks on the phone internet use during the night and I get alerts on who the kids contact, how often and when. Still, it seems we are all being sucked into a virtual world. Getting rid of technology is an option – although not completely realistic in my opinion. Reducing tech time is certainly a good option – and one I already utilize. Shifting gears is also an option. Continue reading
Taking chances is hard. Scary. You may be afraid that people will tell you it can’t be done. That you’re silly. That you’ll never succeed. It’s amazing the heat you can get from naysayers. Why? Because they’re more afraid than you are. They don’t want to take a risk. They want to play it safe. They’re even afraid that you’ll succeed or prove them wrong, or – God forbid – move on without them. Thank those negative, spineless, so called friends. They’re part of the reason you will succeed. Continue reading
I’ve had a couple people comment lately that I must get a lot of stuff with the way I pimp out certain companies. Nope. Let me fill you in on something, friends….. Compliments are free. So is saying thank you. So is “liking” someones picture or post. Believe it or not, leaving a comment is also free!! I kid you not….. Referring someone is ALSO free!! One of my favorite extroverted tendencies is my love of connecting people. It’s like a high for me. I don’t even care if I introduce two people and I’m no longer involved in the circle. I just get off on putting people together who can mean something to each other. It’s amazing. Continue reading
Minimalization. Is that even a word???? I looked it up and it popped up with a definition “the act of pursuing minimalism”. If Google says it’s right, I won’t argue…. Minimalism has made a huge, positive, amazing difference in our lives. We’ve been at it for over a year now and my only regret is that we didn’t figure it out sooner. The upkeep is actually easier than my life of “organizing” prior, but it does take upkeep. Having less but keeping the things that bring you joy and have purpose allows for more time to do the things you love. The days of clutter and Rubbermaid containers is over. Our lives are more clean, more open, less stressful and feel more free. Continue reading
Dane was cleaning up his part of the bedroom recently and when he looked at the trash, he said, “You should write a post of what it’s like living with someone with OCD”. He took a picture and texted it to me. Sure. Bash the man I love about something that might occasionally drive me just a little crazy?? Maybe not. “Can I talk about your anxiety too?” I asked. “Sure!” he said. “I know you’d never be malicious. Go ahead. Maybe it will help someone. Maybe it will even help me.”. That, my friends, is a big deal to me and so I tread gently but honestly as I write this. Continue reading
I used to run on trails a lot. My favorite races are trail races and I’ve missed it. I stopped because the team I was on didn’t run trails and because I knew if I had any kind of emergency, I may not have cell service. So running alone on trails became a thing of the past. I’ve done three trail races in the last six months and LOVED them. I’m smart enough to know it does take trail training to be better at trail races, though, so I’m once again attempting to live life on the trails. I have a great pair of trail shoes and space outside my door. Continue reading
Vision boards. Love them. I’ve done a vision board several times in my life, I’ve done them with the kids, as a family, etc… What’s great about a vision board is that, every time you look at it, it reminds you of what’s most important in your life. What you want, what you’d like to achieve, where you see yourself headed. Add words, your ideal future, what inspires you such as quotes, things you are striving towards, even memories that make you feel great. I have a space in our bathroom that I just peg things to when they speak to me. I have quotes, the tiny home on wheels I like the most, fitness models that are built like I am (but are in better shape). It’s about where I’m at, where I want to go and how I want to get there with reminders of the attitude I want to project. Continue reading
As if minimizing your home wasn’t challenging enough on it’s own, add kids to the mix. Every commercial, store advertisement, radio ad eggs them on to want more. On top of expert marketing targeted to children, other kids are happy to show you what they have that you don’t. It’s horrible. Candy by the checkout line horrible. Kids want to collect everything from pet rocks (we have a collection outside – visit them there!) to broken jewelry to stuffed animals (one of the most worthless collections in my opinion) to anything they can find. Changing these habits is a pain in the butt but worthwhile. Continue reading
Failure is a big, bad, ugly, nasty word.
Definition of failure
1a: omission of occurrence or performance; specifically: a failing to perform a duty or expected action: a state of inability to perform a normal function (2): an abrupt cessation of normal functioning c: a fracturing or giving way under stress
2a: lack of success b: a failing in business
3a: a falling short
I don’t see any super positive, wonderful verbiage jumping out at me there. Failure is the word I would have to say sums up how I’ve been feeling lately and I’m gonna tell you why.
I had a race last Saturday. 3.5 miles of beautiful trails in a town called Fallon in the middle of nowhere. I went with my friend Pete and met some other friends there. It was a small, well run race. I did well, felt great, placed first in my age division and recalled my intense love of trails. When I was there, I heard about another 10K trail race coming up and I signed up as soon as I got home. I felt great. The next day, I ran at Reno Running Company 6 miles – 3 uphill (Thomas Creek, I love and hate you!) and back down again with people I adore. I felt euphoric. Lovely. Beautiful. I walked in the house greeted by a plate full of eggs, kale, spinach and a cup of coffee served up by the most amazing, handsome, fantastically supportive man (OK, OK, he would have looked better in an apron, but I’ll take what I can get here). He looked at me beaming at him with a goofy smile and said, “Wow! You’re back!”. Indeed I was. Since breaking my foot 18 months earlier and easing back into running again, I finally felt “back”. Not as fast or as thin, but more myself. Later in the day the family went on a hike. BEST WEEKEND EVER!!!! At one point, I turned and looked over my shoulder to smile at D because life is just so awesome. When I did, my left foot – the same one I broke 18 months earlier – rotated off a 3″ ledge, twisted and I went down in an ungraceful heap. Shit.
I was hired by a friend to work for his company a couple months ago. I loved doing something different (AKA not Non-Profit), I loved his vision and, as one of my closest friends, I felt blessed to be involved. My original job description was lots of everything I wanted, but as we were winding it up, I was put in a different position. One I don’t particularly like. One that I’m not good at. Bookkeeping. And for two months I worked my ass off only to make things worse than when I started. For weeks I knew my days were numbered, for the best interest of the company, the friendship, my stress level and sanity. That only made me try harder, but in the end, I got things ready to be turned over to a real bookkeeper and hoped for the best. I worked hard, but sometimes that’s just not enough.
Monday came and my ankle was swollen half way up my calf and into my toes, turning purple and blue and very painful. So I drove myself to urgent care. “Just checking to see if there’s anything wrong on the inside and then get a game-plan to heal and go running again” I said with some forced optimism. Hours later, the doctor came in to tell me my ankle was fractured. FRACTURED!!!! She gave me a list of orthopedic surgeons, an ace bandage and crutches and wished me luck. As we were having this chat and I was trying not to cry, my phone buzzed alerting me of an email from my boss. I was – as expected – being fired. Shit, shit, shit. Yes, I knew both of these things could be happening and I wasn’t shocked by either, but the timing was impeccable. And I was saddened by both. The orthopedic surgeon wanted to wait a few days for swelling to go down, so all I had was a piece of paper with the type of fracture I had, crutches and unemployment.
Later that day D helped me drop off all my work belongings at the office. I was blessed to be able to work from home, but now my empty “work space” that was set up at home was just a reminder of my failure and my crutches a reminder that now I couldn’t even drop my stuff off by myself.
How both things made me feel:
- Embarrassed. I fell on a hike on relatively flat ground after kicking ass on two separate runs, looking back to smile at the man I love. Stupid anyone?? Yes, we’ve laughed a lot about how ungraceful I am, what a klutz I can be, how such a silly fall would be such a big deal. As I laugh and joke with my family, I am utterly humiliated. Embarrassed beyond belief. At work, I knew I wasn’t a bookkeeper and I proved that without question. I’m embarrassed that I couldn’t learn enough, fast enough or work harder, or been different or SOMETHING. It’s embarrassing to look at a friend, apologize and need to move on.
- Insecure. I feel lost, I’m fumbling. I know I’m not a bookkeeper and I know what I’m good at, but I feel a little insecure looking at job postings and applying. I’m insecure about being a klutz. About not being able to run.
- I’m questioning what I’m good at. Feeling embarrassed and insecure makes me question if I’m really good at what I’ve been good at before. Like working and running. Damn, this sucks.
- I’m worried about the future. OK, let’s be honest. I need to work – I need to make money. I’m the one that provides health insurance so there’s a ton of pressure about that. I’m glad I have some wiggle room as far as time, but I don’t have an endless supply. I have to get an income and insurance and I don’t have the luxury of time. So I worry about the future. Will I be able to run again? When? How long will recovery take? Will I need surgery? Will I get hired if I’m broken? Shit. Again.
- Afraid. I am afraid. Scared. Of letting my family down, of not having insurance and getting a penalty, of someone getting sick, of not being able to run, of gaining weight, of slowing down, of potential employers looking at me and knowing I screwed up my last job, that I’m not good enough, that I’m a klutz, that I’m less than.
It’s amazing how two completely different situations elicit the same reactions. It’s ironic that for me they happened simultaneously. Here’s the thing. It’s not a big deal. Really. Honestly. It’s not a big deal and here’s why:
- Maybe I am a klutz. Perhaps I will be again but in a completely different way. I’m me and that’s OK. I have fallen before (both literally and figuratively) and I’m certain I will again. It’s OK to screw up. We’re all imperfect. My imperfections make me ME and I think that’s perfectly OK. I don’t look gazelle-like when I fall, but no one does. Laugh it off, brush off the cast, respond to that job opening and move on.
- If I wasn’t LOST, I wouldn’t know when I was FOUND. Waxing poetic here, but really, how do you know when you’ve got a good thing if you haven’t tasted the bitter. I’m good at lots of things – including falling on my ass. Embrace it. Love it. Love yourself, insecurities and all. Perfect – if it existed – would be boring as hell.
- I’m Great at lots of things. One of them was being available to my kids. I was so stressed this last couple months, working so hard and so many hours spinning my wheels that I wasn’t as available to my family. This break in employment gives me a chance to balance myself, heal my ankle, spend time with my family and reevaluate. That is a gift. Sure, maybe one of the things I’m great at is falling on my ass. Good thing baby got back!! Another thing I’m good at – getting back up.
- We all worry about the future. Or most of us do to some degree. I was worried when I was employed and nothing was busted. I’ll know about my foot tomorrow at the orthopedic surgeon’s office and I’ll move forward from there. I’m blessed that during this downtime I’ll get unemployment. We’ve gone without insurance before and although I’m not excited about that, I know we’ll get through it. I have a chance to focus on other things right now and that’s never a bad thing. I have an amazing man that’s supportive which is a blessing.
- I am Enough. I am imperfect, I mess things up sometimes, I get scared but I am enough.
Who knows what the future will bring? Maybe what seems like a failure will ultimately be a wonderful success. Perhaps this is a lesson I needed to learn. It could be a jumping off point to something bigger. I know there are things I hope to get done during this downtime, so here they are:
- My blog was successfully moved (I think!) so I can get back on the bandwagon of writing
- I have an editor for my book and I’m hoping to get a lot of that written
- I own my website domain, so it would be amazing to get my webpage up and running
- I’m working on public speaking again – which is my favorite and I used to do a lot of. That would be fantastic to do again
- With my website, I have several “newsletters” that I’m writing in my areas of expertise so I can work on those
- I’ve been taking health and nutrition classes and I’d like to implement that knowledge into all the above
- Weights – I’ve been slacking. So I asked D to write up a training plan. I can at least work on my upper body and will know soon what my limitations are with my ankle. We have everything at home, so I’m good to go
- Battle Bites – my YouTube channel is being used as a video platform for video snippets of life with 13 kids
- I have a vision board and outline of my writing/web page. I’ve had it for a while, but I’m looking forward to working on making these things happen
- Minimizing – I just went through the house AGAIN and it’s amazing! Such a difference in our stress this last year and a change in attitude, so I’m planning on keeping that up and writing about it more
The floor is yours….. Tell me what’s happening with YOU!