Wednesday, December 9, 2015
Friday, November 20, 2015
Community-a word that evokes happy gatherings of people at parks or working together to clean up the town. When we moved, over a year ago, my husband quickly became a volunteer firefighter. We helped with fundraisers and such. It is great to be a member of a community. I have always lived in big cities and this has never been an option for me.
What I have learned is that some communities are more accepting than others to new blood. My hyper-local community accepted us with open arms, whereas, an attempt to get involved in a larger area made me feel like an outcast. Not to say everyone was closed off, but there is an obvious close-knit clique who aren’t as friendly. I am assuming you have to be born into it or give blood to join. That’s fine. I met some nice people and will stick with that.
It’s amazing to me that one would not want to embrace new people who are coming in: offering to lighten your load, wanting to help and being fresh and full of ideas and energy. Letting them take up the mantle for a bit would make life easier and make the work lighter for all.
That said, I will take it for what it has been: a learning experience. Any lesson in life is worth learning even if it is seeing what some people think the meaning of community really is!
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
The day was over and it was time to head back to the hotel. Our feet hurt, but we both left with a smile. It was early to bed as we had a long drive back to reality but I have to tell you it was an adventure of a lifetime.
Saturday, October 31, 2015
We had no idea what to expect. We were informed that mom had to show up before registration to film a one on one interview. After registration we were off to listen to an amazing keynote speaker. After that, her panel, lunch and a class in communication. A full day for sure.
Thursday, October 1, 2015
Monday, September 28, 2015
I have good days and bad days. On my good days I over do it… ALL THE TIME. It’s not like I don’t know I will pay for it. It is more like I know I need to get it done “while the sun shines.” On a good day I try to do too much because I know it will not last long. Then I need to spend a week recovering.
I don’t know who I am trying to impress. Except maybe to prove to myself that I can still do the things I need to do. Or maybe to make my husband proud? That can’t be right. I know he loves me, chronic pain or not. So who knows why I feel the need to over do it when I know I will pay for it later.
That said, I usually feel accomplished on those days. It is a self-reinforcing problem. I push push push, over do and then crash. I am working on setting limits and doing things in small doses. This is so I can accomplish stuff more often and not just on good days.
I know I am not alone; there are many who suffer from chronic pain have the same problems and deal with this never ending cycle. I just wonder sometimes if there is some key to beat it that I don’t understand. Just maybe I will learn, someday.