I didn’t write about food yesterday.
As you may have noticed, I didn’t write at all. You probably didn’t actually notice because you have a life and are not sitting anxiously by your electronic device waiting for my newest missive.
I don’t feel like writing about food today and sharing with you that although I didn’t find the hidden Rice Krispies treats, a bag of vegan oatmeal cookies did find their way into my shopping cart while picking up Thanksgiving menu items yesterday.
And I ate them.
Not all of them.
Maybe half of them.
At least they were vegan so I just blew it by eating too much sugar (which I have now figured out definitely affects my mood…and not in a good way). I am grateful to have food.
Anyway, I didn’t write because it is the week of Black Friday and the folks in this family who work for actual money work in retail. I am grateful that they are employed. They are all working crazy and overlapping schedules while trying to share one car. I am grateful for that car. It is a logistical nightmare. We hold planning sessions every day to figure out how to make it work. I am grateful that we are making it work.
I can’t drive in the dark because of my eyes so all I can do is pack lunches and wash work clothes. I am really frustrated! I am grateful to have eyes that work well enough and food to pack in lunches and clothes to wash.
No one is getting enough sleep. I am grateful for the sleep we are getting and a warm bed and shelter.
At least we have a holiday this week so everyone can rest.
Oh wait, no we don’t. Some have to work on Thursday afternoon. Black Friday isn’t just for Friday anymore. I am grateful for the time we will have and friends to share a meal with.
I hate Black Friday.
I hate that we have traded a day of thanksgiving for a day of rushing to acquire more.
How much crap do we need?
Enough I say.
I am grateful for what I have and I have enough.
I won’t be shopping on Black Friday and probably not on Saturday either.
I will be at home eating my leftovers and counting my blessings.
I have enough.
I read somewhere that if you get stuck in a problem, physical activity can affect your brain and make physiological changes that result in new perspectives.
So, since I feel somewhat mired in multiple challenges (my positive word for problems), I’m going to travel back to the beginning and try a fresh start.
I had figured out our budget so that it was working somewhat. The bills were getting paid even if we weren’t making much progress in getting out of debt. It was working.
“Was” is the operative word. The insurance company’s quote for our truck is a tiny bit more than the “blue book” quote. The appraiser did deduct $50 from it’s value because of the flat tire. Hmmm. The tire that is flat because their client caused an accident that totaled our truck. I don’t think so. And he deducted $60 because the seat had a rip in the upholstery. Right. Because it was our idea to sell you the truck in the first place. The wear on that truck didn’t affect it’s ability to transport us anywhere we needed to go.
So, the person who caused the wreck gets a nice, new car and we don’t even have enough to even make a down payment on something that we can afford to pay out. All because my husband actually stopped at red light while she chose to run one. We lose the rental car on Friday and have no way to replace the truck we lost. In case you can’t tell, I’m a tiny bit pissed off.
Most of the time I can deal with the fact that the world isn’t fair. Today is not one of those days.
But where was I before I started ranting. Oh yea, the budget. Today, I am starting a new budget. Working with where we are and playing with numbers to see what I can make work. It’s the grown-up thing to do. It’s moving in a positive direction. And we all know how much I like working with numbers. It’s okay. Doing something is better than sitting around being pissed off.
And, I have realized during this bout of depression that the house has remained relatively together. Not ready for a magazine photo shoot, but just slightly worse than “lived in”. That’s got to be the result of the decluttering efforts of the past.
So, we’re going back to the beginning and doing another round of clean-out. Life is changing again.
Youngest daughter is growing up. She’ll be 14 in the fall. Her interests are evolving and she is working on decluttering and organizing.
Oldest daughter has moved back home to do some evaluating of her life goals.
Son is coming home from basic training at some point. He is receiving a medical discharge and will be back here to figure out his next step.
For now, we are moving folks and stuff around in the house to re-configure the best use for our family.
So far, lots of things are in the give-away pile. Pictures to follow…
Life happens…good stuff and bad stuff. That’s how life is, if you are actually living it.
And I love quite a few things about our life.
Mostly, I love our family. I love how close we are and how supportive we are of each other. I didn’t have that growing up. My siblings were older than me and were grown before I was really aware of what family could be. My parents struggled with a lot of personal issues. Emotionally, I was on my own.
If I have done nothing else right, I didn’t suck at building a family. I wasn’t a perfect mom and we aren’t a perfect family, but we are making it work. Together.
And we will get through this rough patch.
We will keep moving forward.
Even if we need to take some steps backwards to do so.
Okay, maybe recovery from a depressive episode isn’t a one and done deal…
And maybe honesty with oneself about how hard life has been is a good idea…
I think I’m really back in the light again this time.
I feel good.
The past days have been about rest and art and changing bad habits into better ones.
My eyesight isn’t better and I have a stack of medical bills that have increased the debts I’ve worked so hard to reduce. I calculate that every trip to a new specialist will add thousands of dollars in debt. We have insurance. It doesn’t cover everything. Since I’m not dying of a brain tumor and I don’t have multiple sclerosis, I’m taking my health into my own hands for a bit.
So, the plan is to work towards improving my overall health and continue to work towards reducing stress and changing the way that I react to the stress that is inevitable.
Step one…acknowledging that life has been challenging the past year. Most of those challenges are here to stay. My sister’s health will continue to be a responsibility. We haven’t won the lottery. The house has not improved itself. My son will be jumping out of an airplane in a few months and then will move on to being shot at.
But, I have the summer off from teaching and that allows for rest. And I have come to understand that ignoring the reality of the stress or pretending that it is not a big deal is not helpful.
Step two involves removing as many chemicals and additives from my environment and diet as possible. Label reading has taken on a new priority! Our grocery bill has increased, but I figure that I’m either going to pay for healthier food or more medical bills. The junk food is gone and vegetables and fruit are filling the majority of my plate.
The transition has not been as hard as I anticipated. If I were to be completely honest, it’s possible that in the past I might have considered a box of Little Debbie snack cakes to be an adequate meal. Let’s just keep that little confession between the two of us…okay?
Step three relates directly to the house and yard. I am continuing to declutter and assess the amount of stuff in our house. But, more importantly, I am trying to be more realistic about how the house looks…and worry less about what other people might think. A lot of living happens here. It’s not a magazine photo shoot. And I am not Suzy homemaker.
Honestly, some days I don’t know who I am…or who I want to be when I grow up.
So, I’m going to keep trying to figure that out. And work towards being the best “me” that I can be. I’m acknowledging that looking like Cindy Crawford is probably not realistic. I’m working on that expectation. I working on a lot of things…
Still a long way to go. I’ve figured out the meaning (for me). I don’t normally comment on what a work means to me, but I might make an exception this time…once it’s done.
Today I am doing laundry. And making more paper. And sanding and scraping off the paint that I just added to the canvas above. And (sigh) figuring out our finances and paying bills.
and reminding myself that life is good and that I am an okay person most of the time…
and that I will write again tomorrow even if it’s hard.
I wrote some days ago about realizing that the journey I was on was not progressing as well as I would like
…about coming across some journals from years ago in which I expressed frustration with circumstances that are relatively unchanged today
…that the methods I was using didn’t appear to be very effective
…I’m still decluttering, and trying to find time for things I want to do, and attempting to maintain a simpler and cleaner home
…change has happened, but not as much as I would like
I wrote that there needed to be a new plan, but I had no idea what it might be.
I was frustrated.
I was hopeful.
I was anxious.
Then, by happenstance. I downloaded the game, gin rummy, onto my phone.
I’ve never been good at gin. I just thought it might be a good distraction, and hey…it was free.
Do you play gin? It’s pretty simple in theory. You have a limited number of cards and need to form melds (sets) before your opponent goes out or you get stuck with points. I’m not going to try to explain the whole game…the important part to understand as far as this post goes, is to know that getting rid of “deadwood” is the key to winning.
The game I downloaded has a range of opponents for you to challenge. They are ranked in skill from not very good to pretty much unbeatable.
When I started I couldn’t beat any of them.
I played anyway.
Then, I actually went and read all of the instructions just to make sure I understood what I was supposed to be doing.
I still lost a lot, but not quite as much. I started beating the worst player every once in a while.
I started watching what the best players were doing.
I realized that I was playing the same way I had always played…trying to put together the same type of hand over and over again.
I kept losing.
Sound like the way I’ve been working on my house?
That’s what I started thinking.
I started discarding cards…ruthlessly.
I stopped saving cards that would make melds that I wanted to make
…and started saving cards that could and would actually win the hand.
I discarded long-shots.
I stopped holding onto cards that were no longer useful.
I didn’t keep a card just because I liked it (I’m partial to hearts).
If it wasn’t going to contribute to a winning hand, I discarded it.
I quit picking up cards that “might” be useful.
A hand plays out quickly.
There is no time for a lot of “maybe” and “someday”.
Holding onto deadwood is no way to win.
I can now beat any of the opponents except for “Jane”. I’m pretty sure that she cheats. She wins a lot. She seems to be very lucky. Yep, I think she’s cheating. I may quit playing against her.
In any case, by happenstance, this game taught me a lot.
Help can come from the most unlikely places.
Life is short.
A day is even shorter.
I’ve got to play the hand that I’ve been dealt.
I can’t hold onto cards (stuff and emotions) that aren’t helping me to build the hand that I need to win the game. The game being the life that I’m hoping to live.
The wrong cards or too many cards won’t ever come together to help me achieve my goal of a simpler, tidier, more comfortable home.
I need to ruthlessly discard cards that are keeping me from assembling a winning hand.
If I have something that I used to like but don’t any longer, it should go.
If something was expensive, but I don’t love it, keeping it just takes up space that could be filled with a more important card.
Just because something once held deep meaning, doesn’t mean that it gets to stick around forever. I change and the things that are meaningful can change also.
There are only so many cards allowed in a hand.
Holding onto the wrong card means that there is no room for the right card.
I have to make sure that I have the right cards.
Oh, and it helps to make sure that I fully understand the rules of the game – the direction I am headed and my ultimate goal.
Clothes that don’t fit right or don’t fit at all. Gone. Even (or especially) if I am holding onto them because I like the idea of wearing them rather than the reality of wearing them. You know, all those clothes you keep taking out of the closet and dropping onto the floor – never really wearing anywhere.
Beautiful things that fit the image of who I would like to be, but don’t fit into the reality of who I am – a woman who hates to dust and despises clutter. I’m talking about those beautiful home magazine pages of meticulously displayed collectibles and art. I love the way that looks. It just doesn’t translate into my real life. I need to be realistic about the life I live and the way I live it.
Things that I used to use all the time, but don’t use any longer. Interests and needs change, but I don’t always adapt the stuff I have to reflect where I am right now. I don’t have four kiddos at home all the time now. I don’t cook the same. Life has changed. Stuff needs to be reassessed. Holding onto stuff from when all the kiddos were home and little doesn’t stop the progress of time. Those days are gone. It’s time to let go of the “cards” that are no longer serving a purpose in my hand and start building a new hand.
There are no excuses in gin. There is no justification. Deadwood goes or you lose.
There comes a time when you have to quit talking about what you want.
A time when you have to quit explaining why you can’t have or do what you want.
You have to do what is necessary to make space or time for what you want.
And you have to do it.
I am good with just enough today.
The house is almost picked up. There is just enough done to enjoy Christmas day. The important parts are cleaned up. We can cook. There are places to sit. I am not going to spend today becoming exhausted and stressed out trying to make everything perfect.
Perfect is not happening here.
There is plywood and boxes of tile and paneling and…lots of other stuff everywhere.
Wedding decorations and check-lists are stuffed in every nook and cranny.
Christmas has exploded and landed on every flat surface.
This year I am determined to remember that my house is not me. It does not tell the full story of who I am. I am going to focus on what is most important. I am going to do just enough to get the job done.
I am not going to lose my cool over undone lists.
I am not going to get so tired that I don’t enjoy myself.
I am going to prioritize and let the rest go.
The perfect holiday has nothing to do with all the ornaments being on the tree or the house being spotless.
It’s all about the smiles and memories.
On a decluttering front…I let go of a whole lotta wood and building materials that had been stored in the tool room (2nd master bedroom closet) and in the new apartment area,
I had held onto it because it had potential. It “might” have been useful for “something”. That thinking is good up to a point, but when the objects’ potential interferes with my potential, I need to let go.
Those piles of wood have been moved countless times during the renovation projects this year. Enough. It is gone and I felt great relief at it’s leaving.
Once again, why is it so hard to let go of things? Why is it so hard to choose simplicity over things?
Today is not the day to worry about the mysteries of the universe.
I am going to focus on what is important and joyful.
I am going to do “just enough” of the mundane and let the rest go…
I woke up this morning wishing, once again, that I could hit the pause button. I started off the week with what I thought was a reasonable list of things to do. I have been accused of being unrealistic in my expectations in the past…with good reason. I’ll freely admit that I’m a perfectionist although I’ve been working on being a kinder and gentler me.
This was just one of those weeks where the interruptions became the real work to be done.
What I failed to do was realize the amount of unplanned stuff happening and adjusting my expectations.
This morning I was thinking about what I hadn’t gotten done and not what did get done.
This intentional living stuff can be hard. It requires diligence, optimism, and a lot of thought.
Mostly it requires a lot of change…a change in attitude, as well as behavior.
Perhaps it can be summed up as learning to be flexible as I change my expectations in alignment with what’s going on around me.
This week four people had to go to work at different places and different times. We had one car since the truck was still in the shop. I did quite a bit of driving to and fro. We made it work, but it took a lot of time. With patience and planning this is a workable situation.
On Wednesday, I was awakened early by my son with the news that he had “rolled” his ankle and it was very, very swollen. I told him to prop it up for a bit and we’d see if the swelling would go down. Then I fell back asleep and failed to wake up in time to go help my sister shop. Next up, a doctor’s appointment and x-rays. The ankle is not broken. This is not actually good news. Breaks heal more easily than whatever is wrong. Monday is an orthopedic appointment and probably and MRI. Not a good day.
On Thursday morning we were able to pick up our truck. Yea!
On Thursday night the key to our other car broke. Our only key. Not good….at all. One place wanted almost $200 to make a new key. Another would make it cheaper but required a copy of the title (which I can’t find because the house is a bit untidy and disorganized).
On Friday, the truck would not go into gear properly. Now we have no transportation.And everybody needs to go to work…
Husband manages to get the truck to the repair shop. It turns out that the cardboard seal on the bottle of transmission fluid ended up in “the thingie that holds the stuff that feeds the something that makes the transmission work”. I am not mechanically inclined. That’s the best I’ve got as far as what was wrong. An easy fix. Anyway, the truck is running beautifully.
Oldest daughter found a place to make a key for the other car for only $5. Now both cars are running. This is very helpful!
This was a challenging week. The Christmas tree is still not up. I’ve not shopped much for Christmas. A LOT of things that I wanted to get done are undone.
There have been a lot of times when I’ve felt frustrated and angry…with myself. How can a reasonably competent grown-up find it so difficult to keep up with a house and family? This thinking is not helpful. It just piles on more stress and makes it even more difficult to cope.
I did accomplish a lot this week…just not the things I had planned on. The emergencies got handled. Three big bags of stuff left the house. The studio is unpacked and organized(ish). The hallway/classroom is set up and workable. Progress has been made in laying the new floor in the apartment. (I didn’t actually do any of the work on the floor other than moving stuff out of the way.) We did a lot of school work. Everyone got fed and has some clean clothes.
I’m starting up the decluttering project in earnest again. There is just too much stuff around here.
The laundry piles up at an alarming rate. We have too many clothes.
I’ve once again slowly accumulated to many art project “possibilities”. More material doesn’t translate into more art.
The same goes for school stuff. It’s so easy to gather too many potential things to study and learn.
This is all part of my unrealistic expectations. There are only so many hours in the day and they cannot all be spent in action. I need to quit trying to “get it all done”. This attitude is not helpful.
There will always be something that needs to be done.
I can’t do it all.
The important work to be done is to more intentionally seek out simplicity, peace and joy.
That must be number one on the list…
While stumbling through life, I occasionally discover treasure. Such was the case as I wrote my last blog post. I titled it “Not Helpful”. While writing the post, those words kept popping up…”Helpful” and “Not Helpful”.
Over the last couple of days I have found myself repeating those words in my head as a reaction to situations. And those words have been most helpful.
It’s helping to identify actions, behaviors, and worries as beneficial or not. That goes a long way in eliminating stress and achieving a small measure of peace.
For example, I was planning on picking back up on my decluttering project. The house has slowly gotten a bit fuller and I’ve realized that decluttering is going to be an ongoing effort for me. An untidy house with piles of stuff and lost objects is stressful. Not helpful.
I got an email about joining a decluttering challenge about two weeks ago. It sounded like it would be helpful and fun. Each day there would be an assignment to work on, and there was a facebook page to join and chat on. That sounds good…right?
Yesterday, I got my morning email from the group and failed to open it. Why? Because I had not yet opened email number 1….or two….or… You get the idea. I had not logged onto the facebook page and introduced myself. I sighed heavily as I looked around my house and at the long list of emails. I started berating myself for yet another thing that I hadn’t kept up with or done.
That kind of thinking is not helpful.
I don’t need more perceived failures and recrimination.
The group was supposed to assist me in achieving my goals. It was supposed to be helpful.
It was not.
I unsubscribed to the group and started setting up my studio…still undone from the move quite a while back. But, I’m working on it and have filled a trash bag and a giveaway bag during the process.
You can barely walk in there and there is still a ways to go, but it’s a small win for today.
Letting go of what’s not working, or what’s not helpful is difficult. Sometimes it just feels like quitting or failing.
I have to keep reminding myself of what the goal is…of the direction I am trying to go…
In this case, the goal was not to successfully complete the decluttering challenge.
My goal was to simplify by decluttering unnecessary items and find peace.
Two very different destinations.
Confusing the two was just a “not helpful” part of the journey.
Now that I have checked my map (clarified my actual goal), I can once again start moving in the right direction. There will, undoubtedly be more detours. In fact, this was a challenging day filled with road blocks…
…but I had figured out where I was going and that was helpful.
I’m still here…at home ignoring the piles of clutter, cobwebs and unwashed dishes.
The laundry is caught up. That’s me – always looking on the bright side.
My sister’s recovery continues. We’ve been watching lots and lots of British murder mystery shows on Netflix and a smattering of classics like Columbo and Rockford Files. Variety is the spice of life as they say.
Youngest daughter just completed week three of school. All in all, we’re doing okay. We’ve fallen a bit behind on our Tuesday and Thursday work, but I’ve stayed in touch with her teachers and we’ll catch it back up. Certainly a lesson in prioritizing and learning that you can’t do it all. First things first.
Oldest daughter and son are moved into their new digs. I keep finding things left behind and have a box for each one that I’m dropping things in. I’m going to count that as a bit of decluttering if that works for all of you.
My life seems crazy hectic and absurdly slow at the same time.
Some days are filled with a doctor visit, and lengthy outing to the grocery store or a 911 call and subsequent visit to the emergency room following a slip and fall (my sister, not me) in the bathroom. Luckily no major damage done although a hip fracture was briefly a possibility.
Other days are quiet and restful with binge T.V. watching. I’ve almost finished a rag rug that I started ages ago, but never took the time to finish.
This month has been one of the hardest I’ve ever had to make it through. So much has gone wrong – much that I’ve not even written about for lack of time and the fact that I feel that I should only whine so much in public…
Let’s just say that our dependable old and paid for truck may be ready for hospice. The floor is definitely done for as the result of the air conditioner leak. There still isn’t enough money. You get the idea. All just normal life stuff, but added together just a lot.
As difficult as everything has been, I’m beginning to view August of 2016 as a blessing of sorts.
I’ve been dreaming of and longing for simplicity in my life. That’s hard to find in the midst of living. At least I was struggling to discover it.
This month I’ve learned that simplicity is always there. It’s discerning the simple that’s the challenge. There are always choices to be made. When life becomes too busy and complicated, I don’t believe that it’s because we’ve totally made the wrong choices. It’s that we’ve failed to make any choices at all. We’re allowing everything to rank as number one on the “got to do list”. That’s impossible and a miserable way to live.
Simplicity may just be realizing that some things must be done and some things can’t be done and being comfortable and at peace with what is. Constantly reviewing a list of things that are waiting to be done is exhausting. Trying to get it all done is even more exhausting.
Seems like such an obvious thought. Sometimes I can be hardheaded and slow. Maybe even stubborn. It takes me a while to catch on to the obvious. Maybe this is a lesson learned…
Sitting with someone who has no choice but to sit is important.
Finishing a rag rug is important.
Washing dishes is important.
Doing a math test is important.
Talking on the phone to someone who needs to be heard is important.
Some things rarely or never make it to the top of the list.
Figuring out which is which is simplicity in action.