Showing posts with label New Year's. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New Year's. Show all posts

04 January, 2023

...leftovers...

 Yes, yes, we all get it...
We carry the past along with us into the present.
But...
really...
2022?

Here I am, making plans and setting intentions, and the door I closed firmly behind me swings wide open...creaking, shrieking hinges and all...

"Settle"...it intones.
"Settle down and simmer. Settle in....you're not done yet."

That healing?  Welp...
My eldest has pinkeye...and a viral congestion "thing" and we've had to hit pause again. 
Small space living means any illness requires some form of self-sequestering...and halving our living space.  Which, with a rambunctious and ever-curious toddler, is...definitely settling for less.
Ugh!

Thankfully, today...day one...the weather is GLORIOUS!  So, Henri and I are taking full advantage of open windows and open spaces (outside) while Johannes huddles up in his blanket of misery, confined to his room and blissfully excused from any technology-limits.  He's settled in comfortably, with all the comforts of computer~3d printers~Keurig...perfectly prepped for the long haul.  Now he just has to settle down enough to get those eye drops in!

And I?
I'm settling down...down...down...and setting aside my to-do list for today.
Settling in for what's likely to spread like wildfire.  

I'm settling for acceptance that there will always be things that come along to trip us up but healing as an active process means moving through them without falling.

So here I am... 
2023 ...
with last year's lesson on settling learned...no matter how many tests you decide to send my way!









31 December, 2022

...a single word to guide me...

 The year has almost chimed its farewell, and a new one beckons...full of things to come and dreams yet unrealized and moments that will become part of the story we live.
What a relief.
~~~

As I wrote previously, my intention to thrive in 2022 was thwarted at every turn, and I found the only recourse was to accept the year's demand that I settle instead.  It was a hard lesson.  A bitter defeat of my hope and my desire.  But there, you see...the word above?  Lesson?  Lesson, indeed.  And I, the unwilling student, finally learned it at the 11th hour.

My study of a year's time was that of :
settling with and settling for now and settling in and settling down and settling for always. 
It was a lesson written out in frustrations and disappointments, in discovery and acceptance.
It was...settling.
I settled.
I am settled.

And having done so, I'm ready for...
...rising back up
...breaking back out
...moving forward and moving on

What I'm ready for is what I've learned, by settling, is what I have to do before I can thrive.

I'm ready to heal.


We'll come back to that in a moment.
~~~

My partner's word for 2023 is "teamwork": his earnest hope that he'll learn to become a better team-mate.
For him, the word encompasses:
being open to other opinions or understandings
being supportive
being supported
finding his own strengths and taking the lead in those areas
taking a back seat when others are better equipped
working collaboratively
defining goals and working toward them independently and cooperatively
communicating effectively

My eldest son chose "expand" as his word to manifest in 2023: a challenge in every area.
He's setting out to:
expand his knowledge base
expand his creative output
expand his business
expand his social and support networks
expand his horizons
expand his use of his talents
expand his opportunities
etc...
~~~

I chose "heal".  I'm guiding this year to come, setting my intention and making manifest that which this past year has taught me I need.
Because if ever I want there to be a year in my future in which I truly thrive, first I have to heal the broken pieces and tend to the bits that need extra care.

If you've been here with me on these pages for any length of time, you know my longstanding motto has been "roll with the punches".  It was necessity, you see...the only way forward.  Just barrel on through despite the blows and keep moving to avoid the pain.

But I want to thrive.  I want to flourish.  I want that for my family.  I want that for myself.
I want to write this story with a happy ending.

So, I need to do the healing work.

It's broken down, in my mind, into a series of actionable tasks:

1) Heal the body:
a) I need major dental work.  I've needed major dental work.  All my adult teeth came in with fissures, and I've fought cavities and tooth decay and major dental pain my whole adult life.  But what few know is that a traumatic experience with a dentist years ago in Ohio has prevented me at almost every step, from seeking treatment. It has so debilitated me, that even the thought of scheduling a dental appointment sends me into full-blown panic and hysteria.  But I am writing the words here, to hold myself accountable...to make the appointments and allow myself the grace of having someone hold my hand the whole way through.  

b) I need to make a general appointment, and follow through on referrals, and determine what to do about my neck and shoulder pain and stiffness.  I've done it before...I can do it again.  I need to force myself to accept that PT might not be enough, and that it's not a matter of mind over matter. 

c) This body of mine needs to be allowed to recover, properly...restfully and with gentle care, from a challenging pregnancy and traumatic delivery.  I've asked more of it than I should have, and I've forced myself to push through pain and discomfort instead of listening to those warnings that I was further damaging myself.

2) Heal the heart: 
Kintsugi -that transformation from broken pottery into something precious~unique~and functional..by piecing what remains back together and binding the cracks with gold.  The beauty of highlighting the places in which you were damaged but continued on.

a) embrace, honor, and celebrate the scars that you've stitched yourself back together with

b) reparent that broken little girl who grew up feeling unwanted and unloved and unlovable, and tell her who she really is

c) embrace that devastated wife who tried her best to fix a broken man, and release her from the guilt and shame of having failed, and let her finally let it all go

d) turn the love you give to others back on yourself, and be as gentle and loyal and generous to yourself as you are to others

3) Heal the psyche:
a) silence the negative voice that bellows when you look in the mirror and choose, instead, to see yourself as your sons see you

b) accept that you can't do it all, and you shouldn't do it all, and not doing it all doesn't make you less than enough

c) reinforce your boundaries, stay resolute in your no-contact, and reach out for support when you feel yourself wavering

d) write it out
e) dance it out
f) sing it out

g) allow for tears...of sorrow, rage, humiliation, fear.  allow for the whole human experience, weak and tender, and stop steeling your spine.

h) remember who you are and what you've already overcome
~~~

Yes, this year...this New Year that's almost here...
This is my year to...
HEAL



30 December, 2022

...on failing at the intended, while succeeding at the necessary...

 Scrolling through social media in this last week or so, one theme has stood out. Whether it's family, friend, acquaintance or veritable stranger...everyone is beyond ready for 2022 to end.

2022, seemingly, was an equal-opportunity devastator.

A year that spewed disappointments...traumas...unhinged agitators and power grabs...
A year of breakdowns: emotionally, mentally, politically...in society.
A year overflowing with more than its fair share of devastating loss as good men and women fell.
A year where the good was outweighed at every turn by the horror of a reality in which the most unintelligent and most hateful were afforded not only space and time, but amplification.

It was a series of bad days, with little in between to offer consolation.

~~~

What feels like a lifetime ago, 2021 was chiming out its last and I had chosen "my word" for moving into the New Year.  Hopeful, naive, and buoyed by the excitement of a fresh step forward, I chose:

Thrive.

2022 was going to be the year in which I thrived.

Oh, the New Year and I had grand plans...grand plans indeed.  I was going to create the time and space to let my creativity thrive.  I was going to thrive as a mother and partner and person. 
I had plans, you see...a schedule and goals, and plans.
I had it all broken down into details and actionable tasks, this thriving.  I knew what was needed, and it felt within reach.
This, 2022, could be the one...the year I finally got back on track...the year I thrived.
Oh, baseless hope...and foolish wishes...

~~~

That.
Is not.
What happened.

~~~

You've only to scroll through some of my other recent posts to see all too clearly that I am not a woman thriving in the end days of 2022.  

My roots have withered or been clipped.  My habitat confines.  My few sparse blossoms are poorly tended and pale.

I am not thriving.
I am...surviving...
...on caffeine, and sugar, and the sustenance of a few good moments sprinkled in.

~~~

But what you don't see, in between words on the page or in my day to day, is that 2022 brought its own word for me...and it took this rearview contemplation as its hours run out, for me to finally see it.

That word was
Settle.

~~~

Settle

Transitive verb:
    1) to place so as to stay
    2) to establish in residence
    3) to cause to pack down
    4) to make quiet or orderly
    5) to fix or resolve conclusively
    6) to establish or secure permanently
    7) to conclude or close
Intransitive verb:
    1) to come to rest
    2) to sink gradually to the bottom
    3) to become compact
    4) to become fixed, resolved or established
    5) to adjust differences or accounts
    6) to come to a decision
    7) to conclude 

~~~

Prior to this past year, I would have shouted with the masses "Never Settle!".

I have, at times, made that my rallying cry. 

Never Settle: for the first option
Never Settle: for less
Never Settle: in one place for too long
Never Settle: into someone else's comfort zone

~~~

But this year, I learned that there is beauty in settling.  

Peace in acknowledging the "less than" and settling for what's here and now, for now.

Growth in dismissing your need to fix everything and settle with the way things are, for now.

Health in closing doors and concluding toxic relationships, and settling accounts and relationships, for always.

There is beauty in settling.

Settling for less, because more comes at costs you shouldn't pay.
Settling into routine, because the change you want will take time.
Settling down, by setting boundaries and shutting down access.

~~~

In 2022 I failed to thrive. Complete and total failure.

But...

in 2022...

I settled

Regularly, routinely...sometimes on purpose, sometimes by force...

I settled for what I could make do with.
I settled for what I could tolerate.
I settled into the who and what and where and when of now, knowing that change might come but not counting on it.
I settled things...and relationships.
I settled in.
I settled down.
I settled.
I settled when frustrated...when disappointed...when hurt.
I settled when challenged, by finding alternate routes instead.
I settled when knocked off course, by setting my sights on achievable goals.
I settled for less than I'd thought I wanted and found more as a result.

~~~~

And in settling, I found successes.  Maybe not thriving...ok, fine, totally not thriving, but succeeding in keeping my head/hopes/standards/expectations up...just enough to get through the minutes and hours and days of 2022.