Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Happy Year


{You, yourself, as much as anybody else in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection. - Buddha}
On this, the last day of 2014, I tell you this not as an after picture who can't even remember that girl from last year, but as someone who has lived this past year taking two steps forward and one step back. For my willingness to give you this honesty, I am proud.

On most days, I kept a running mental tally of all the ways I messed up - all the dumbs things I said, the stupid things I did, and the inevitably unsuccessful attempts I made to help my boys awaken their self-confidence. How could they when I wasn't willing to lead the way?

It's important that we all realize we are beautiful and wonderful just as we are-light and dark, in our complete authentic selves.

{Know that you are not your worst mistakes}
Our past actions shaped today, but we are not what we've been. We don't need to carry around labels or mistakes from yesterday as if they define us. I want my boys to know: whatever you've done, it's over. It doesn't have to brand you, particularly not if you're making the conscious choice to do things differently now.

I can judge myself by the weakest moments or the strongest-that's my choice. I choose to focus on the strongest, and then use that pride for more of those moments. Every single time I feel good about what I do, it's one more reminder to love who I am.
{Know that you have nothing to prove}
I don't care how successful someone is; there are things they're proud of and things they're ashamed of, and inside they wish people would see more of the first and less of the last.

It's an intrinsic human need to feel connected to other people. And sometimes, when I feel alone, it's because I believe I haven't proven how good I am or how good I can be.

I want my boys to know they don't have to show the world that they are good. I don't want them to feel like they have to hide the things that they have done that they might not seem flattering. Just forgive and accept themselves and trust that other people will as well.

By being authentic I feel vulnerable-letting people see all my different flaws, trusting they won't judge me, and knowing at the same time that if they do, it's completely on them. I don't know about you, but I'd rather be real with people, and know the ones who accept me as is, than pretend to be someone I'm not.
{Know that dark is valuable}
So I have made mistakes-who hasn't? The beauty of having fallen is that you can help the world with your experiences. Because I'm human, I can empathize when other people are hurting. I can reach out of myself, forget my own pain, and hold other people up when they need it. And guess what? When I realize I have strengths and weaknesses and that I can help the world and bring us closer together, suddenly they seem less like liabilities and more like assets.
{Know that you matter}
I couldn't believe I mattered until a wise friend said it to me. I know I do matter. And that how I matter is dependent on what I do from day to day. Sometimes it feels stronger than others.
{Do something kind for others}
Do something kind for you. Do something kind for the world.
{Know that positive feelings and actions breed more}
Acknowledge your weaknesses, work to improve them by setting resolutions, but say loud and proud that they will not define you. If I start worrying about the future or dwelling on the past, I remember that I deserve to enjoy the present, but only I can make it happen.
{Get out in the world}
Do that thing that scares and excites you. Recognize that you are awesome for doing it, even if in just one small step. I hope that my boys know they have permission to not be perfect, and instead focus on progress. And to treat themselves as they would a good friend. With kindness. I hope it creates in them a revolution instead of a resolution.

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Moments


[I woke up this morning to three little birds sitting by my kitchen window]
Peace
be
on my
heart
around my 
thoughts
through
my words
with my
actions...
each minute
every day
all month
throughout
the 
year

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Merry. Merry. Christmas.


{I believe in the magic of Christmas}

People may expect certain things from me, yet I am the one who chooses whether or not I internalize those values and make them my own. 

About 6:35 this morning, I was in the second hospital room of my shift taking my patient's blood pressure (or vitals) who has been hospitalized for ten days with mild-hemiparesis, one sided numbness in his body. He told me it has been one of the worst times of his life. The uncertainty is agonizing. It was due to cancer and that led him to rethink the truths in life. As I went about my day, changing his brief every 30 minutes, he was so insecure that in order for him to feel he was right, that his point of view was legitimate of him being the most important person in the hospital, he needed me to agree with him and his way of thinking. 

What I have learned over the past two years of working at the hospital is that it is okay for other people to have different points of view, and if I truly believe something is a certain way, it doesn't matter what others think. I have begun to trust my own value system. 

Each of my patient's today believed that they were the most important. Not all seven of them could be helped at the same time. Things are different on each shift. 

I try to write down on my "brain" (really a piece of paper with each patient and their needs) their top five to ten things I need to do for them. Sometimes they change, sometimes they stay the same. By listing the tasks that are most important to get done that day, I am choosing to focus on them and work on them. 

The more acutely ill the patient, the more they will affect my time.

Sometimes I have patient's that call at the same time, not because they are dying, but because they both think they need something at once. 

For example, the man above was swimming in his bloody bowel that leaked out of his brief and literally pooled around his entire body, and I found myself working more on him and having less time for my other patient's. The other patient wants my attention and pulls on their call light for a drink of water. I want them all to feel like they are important and I am responding to their needs and that pulls at me. 

The more my first patient is being fulfilled, the more integrity I have with regard to that value. On the other hand, I am not taking care of my other six patients with as much integrity as I would like to. This rift between how I'd like to honor my patients leads to a loss of integrity. 

That loss of integrity is the cause of lowered self-esteem. 

If I have low self-esteem, that means I need to go back to my "brain" and reassess how I can rearrange my work load to feel like I am living with integrity based on what matters to the patients. 

Is it really that easy??

I wonder if I can possibly keep up with the demands of the day based on all the varied values. 

What helped me today was to challenge all-or-nothing thinking. Sometimes it seems like if I can't do things all the way, it's a non-accomplishment. 

Integrity is built from a pattern of small and consistent actions. Little changes can indeed build into big changes. One step at a time, a little bit each time, really does work magic. I worked on taking care of each patient, one at a time and asking for help with the other call lights that came up along the way. Which is really hard for me, to ask for help. Especially when I know the nurses are short staffed as well. What works is when I know I am living my values with integrity and doing, maybe not my best, but what I can do with the time I have.

  • Know my values
  • Know when I have a conflict
  • Know that actions back up values
  • Learn how to ask for help
I have learned to ask myself what am I willing to sacrifice? Since I wanted to start this new career, I had to learn how to let go of other things. And when I did decide to give things up, I did it without feeling guilty. It was my decision. 

I see myself as a unique woman who has a ton of resources. 

It helps to use the words: "I choose to _____________" instead of helpless things like "I can't because ___________". I have a choice. I decide the circumstances. At the same time I have a litany of voices in my head with excuses why I can't do something. Those voices don't want change. They want to keep the status quo. I listen to my heart and not my mind. 

I'm authentic, if I don't want to do something, I say it. If something is important - I go for it. I visualize and plan on finishing my RN degree in eight months. I know I will have more integrity when I only have three or four patients assigned to me instead of seven or more as a CNA. I know that I touch countless people's lives every single day, even if I am not blogging or tweeting about it. Just like George Bailey in It's A Wonderful Life, kind things have a ripple effect I can't possible measure. 

All these warm fuzzy feelings meant very little to me as I drove home alone at 7 pm Christmas day, wishing that I could have experienced the day differently. Once I picked up my boys from Ben's, the next natural step was to actually create those experiences - not what I should do, what I really wanted to do. 

Love in action today. Doing something kind for others. That is what I came home to, as my friend Shawna had brought me dinner. Even if she didn't recognize it, she made a positive difference in my world. She said it was no big deal, but even the smallest seed of love is valuable because it can grow. She reminded me that I deserved it. I have not always been able to say this, but I have let a lot of moments slip away while I was curled up in my head wishing I was someone better. But those moments have passed, and in this moment, I was so happy I cried. I want that love for you too. I know you deserve it. 

This has been uncomfortable for me, to be honest. I've yet again split myself open. But this time I'm not trying to change what's on the inside. I'm just here telling you that I am flawed, like we all are, and that's not only okay, but beautiful. 

Much love and light to you from someone ever learning what love really means. Merry Christmas. 

______________________________________________________________________________

That's a picture of my table, the way my friend decorated it while making a whole ham in the oven, cheesy potatoes, salad, homemade rolls, slushy, chips and dip, and cheese and crackers - all because she is thoughtful! I am forever grateful for friends and I thank you for being one of them! 
   

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Enjoy The Present XO

Today I will remember my loved ones are constantly growing and changing and things may be different next year. In fact, things may be different tomorrow. So today I am enjoying my loved ones as they are right now.

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Beautifully Imperfect

Tonight I will acknowledge that a beautifully imperfect memory is at my fingertips if I pause long enough to let it unfold.

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Gingerbread Joy

I know that every second of this holiday will not be unforgettable. I know. But there will be moments when joy comes to me. It might be wearing pajamas or a cookie crumb smile, but I will recognize it immediately. With an open heart, I’ve learned joy doesn’t come in a box.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Kailey's 19



Today I absorbed the memories of my family shared across the dinner table instead of consuming myself with thoughts of what I still need to do before Christmas. 

Monday, December 15, 2014

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

My Soul Is My Guide

TALKING ABOUT
OUR PROBLEMS
IS OUR GREATEST
ADDICTION. BREAK
THE HABIT. TALK
ABOUT YOUR JOYS.

{Morgen after his last final for this semester}

Monday, December 8, 2014

This is living



When there is always one more thing I could get done …
When my iphone calendar severely lacks open white spaces ...
When decorating, wrapping, cleaning, and shopping take priority over smiling, laughing, breathing, and memory making …
When my goal becomes surviving each day rather than living each day …
When my line of vision looks past the people and only sees the duties …
When my day is so packed that my blessings get covered up …
When failure hangs like fog over the sacred spaces of my home and heart.

That's when I miss out on the love. I miss out on the greatest part of living: To love and be loved.

Today I was in the middle of making dinner and my oldest son was studying for his final. His laptop was open, his phone was buzzing, and I was thinking about all the things I needed to do that day. Unexpectedly, I looked up and noticed my son—I mean, really noticed him. A little voice said, “There is nothing more important than being with him right now.” Without turning down the stove, without thinking about my packed agenda, without even glancing at the clock, I left that half-made dinner on the counter to go to my son. As soon as my body hit the couch cushions, my son immediately drew to my side like a magnet. It was there, while he was showing me his 110% in Chemistry, that the most wondrous thing happened. My son went downstairs to his room and brought me a mug with the letter B on it, that he made for me that day at school and placed it in my hand. I closed my eyes to rejoice in that moment realizing that this—this pausing while the rest of the world keeps going—is living. 




Friday, December 5, 2014

If I Live to Be 99

If I live to be 99, it will be because I listened more than I spoke.
I leaned in for kisses.
I cried with those who cried.
I recognized my blessings.
I kept my promises.
I made time for loving hellos and nice goodbyes.



{If I live to be 99, it will be because I lived for today and hoped the best for tomorrow.}
{Just like Hannah Pearl did.}

Monday, December 1, 2014

Collecting Memories - Not Things

When I think about my childhood, the memories that immediately come to mind are: riding bikes with my sister, playing outside until it got dark, sledding, being excited to buy gummy bears at the mall with the dollar I earned from cleaning the house, seeing the movie Friday The 13th for the first time and being afraid to sleep, skating competitions, skating outside with my sisters under the Sun Valley stars, watching fireworks with my family, playing barbies for hours, opening a present from my sister, her crying, me having to give her the present back...

These are the experiences I remember and smile about. My memories aren’t filled with the “things” from my childhood because when it comes to the things, my mind is a little foggy. I do remember getting a coloring book that only needed a paintbrush and water to make the colors miraculously appear. I loved that book. I remember getting a beautiful doll one Christmas. Her name is Savannah—my nieces now play with her. My point is, the memories of my experiences flood back faster than the memories of the "things."

Have you ever seen The Story of Stuff? It’s a fast-paced, interesting video that teaches us where the stuff we buy in stores comes from and where it eventually ends up—so it explains exactly what is involved with making a product from extraction to production to distribution to consumption to disposal. It’s a little over 20-minutes long, but it’s such an important video that will get you thinking about what you buy and bring into your home.



The reason why I am thinking about this is because of the approaching holiday season. Think of some of the things we’ll all be buying for our kids. In the past, I have been totally guilty of buying the toy of the moment. I’m not saying I don’t buy toys for my boys, of course, I buy them toys! But I'm trying to be more mindful by thinking about how, what, and how much I buy:

  • This year I took Markus and Max to California for a hockey trip and gave them tickets to Disneyland instead of presents 
  • I also bought Max some new shin guards as he has grown three inches in the past two months
  • I'm listening to Morgen when he says to give money to an orphanage in Mexico instead of buying him gifts 

Now back to the quote above: Collect memories, not things. Beautiful! My boys and I have created countless memories so far through traditions and hockey vacations.  Like seven years ago today, meaningful memories aren't  something that can be forced, memory creating moments are unexpected, and usually, those end up being the best kind.

How about you? Have you seen The Story of Stuff? How do you decide what kind of things you buy for your children?