Small Army

It has required something close to a small army of tiny super heroes to get me through this week but we are finally here. Friday is always a sweet reward but it is especially welcome today. I did a little too much yesterday and anticipate a quiet weekend of naps and recuperation from this nasty bronchitis.

Gentle is the word I seek right now for more reasons than I can say here.

Be gentle with yourself if that’s what you need. Go forth into the world and adventure with enthusiasm if that works for you. And if you can, attack the world with the confidence of a four year old costumed as their favorite super hero!

By the way, this little Lego army is on a shelf in the bedroom of my Pittsburgh friend’s son. He’s away at college but has left in his wake an impressive collection of complex Lego creations. Still, these little guys were my favorite!

Have a great Friday, friends!

The Ups and Downs Of Monthly Themes

Life has felt very full for the last year so I recently have begun setting a theme for each month and building some goals around that theme. The idea is to focus on a few related projects and actually get something done rather than have a long to-do list with little actually finished.

It started in August when the theme was built around whether or not to keep or trade in my old car. After weighing the evidence, I ultimately traded in the nerdmobile and have been happily zipping around, living with that decision in a new car I’m calling White Lightning.

The September theme has been far more complex as it has dealt with getting my health in order. The most important part of this has been some doctor appointments as well as researching what a new and improved anti inflammatory diet needs to look like. My sluggish thyroid is chugging along with help from a prescription medicine but I think a holistic approach to health and wellness will be the only route to actually feeling good since I’m feeling cruddy even though the labs are fine. 

The thyroid is a notorious pain to adjust. I know people who say they have felt great for twenty years and others who say they’ve spent twenty years struggling with exhaustion and weight gain. These last three years have been pretty awful and I hope to not continue struggling forever. 

Despite my best laid plans for a road to better health, I managed to pick up bronchitis somewhere along the way. I wrote this missive from what feels like my death bed even though I’m sure the sack full of medicine I brought home will pull me out of it soon. 

I tell you all of this, not for pity, but to use myself as an example. 

An example of what, I’m not yet sure! Ha! 

We plan and work so hard to do the right thing, to take care of ourselves and to accomplish our goals but there are times that it feels like we just can’t get ahead. It sucks, it really does.

But imagine how bad things would be if we didn’t try at all. We must keep trying to do what’s right and to fight the good fight. 

The bronchitis will pass. The body aches will be a memory in a few days. This discouraging period will build character and make me better appreciate the good days.

In a two hour span yesterday I was diagnosed with bronchitis, hit a squirrel, ran my new white car through fresh tar (for about the 39th time in a month) and had such a coughing fit in the local grocery store, I had to leave without the oranges I needed. This was particularly demoralizing as everyone in the store and people in the parking lot turned to stare.

And then, at some point I looked in the mirror to notice a little patch of something that looked like dried blood at the corner of my mouth. It was not blood. It was a little bit of dried blueberry juice from the pancake I had for breakfast. How many people did I see before noticing this? I really don’t know.

For the mishaps, there were good things too. My parents picked up my oranges. My boss told me to take care and get some rest. A woman at the doctors’ office recognized how bad I felt and had me go first in line to check out. I don’t know who she was but I was beyond grateful. Plus, I got to sleep away the afternoon in a cozy bed. 

See? Things aren’t so bad. I’ll be better again soon and back to adventuring and unlocking the mysteries of my thyroid. And someday, I’ll be brave enough to return to the grocery store where I made such a scene!! Meanwhile, I’ll check the mirror before going out in public after eating blueberry pancakes! 

By the way, next month’s goal will revolve around Autumn activities – both adventures and work around the yard! Stay tuned!

Suffering Succotash!

My dentist made me get a night guard earlier this summer. This came after his dad (and my former dentist) did his darndest to convince me I needed one for years.

They say I clench and grind my teeth and am doing permanent damage as a result. I resisted because I know myself well enough that I was certain it would not be a happy situation. 

Turns out we were both right – I do need it and I do hate it. 

To be precise, I hate this thing with the fire of a thousand Ohio August suns. Just the act of having this foreign object in my mouth is enough to set me off.

Earlier this week, I laid in bed trying to decide if I sounded more like Cindy Brady or Daffy Duck when trying to talk. A few failed attempts at enunciating the phrase “suffering succotash” proved that you can call me Daffy. 

I have taken to soaking it in mouthwash right before bedtime and that has made it more palatable. It’s a necessary evil so I’ll wear it but you can bet I’ll be doing my Daffy Duck impersonation until I fully adjust. 

Suffering ssssuccotash!

A Wasted Sunday

My favorite Sundays are the ones where I get some time to rest and relax along with time to do some chores and some things I want to get done.

My least favorite Sundays are the ones where I accomplish nothing and count the hours till bedtime. Yesterday was not a good day.

My entire body ached and I was too tired to motivate myself to do much of anything. This is the worst feeling too. After a workweek of looking forward to all the weekend could potentially hold, it’s a sad feeling to know you’re wasting that precious free time.

All I can say is that maybe next weekend will be better.

Meanwhile, this is your Monday wake up call and reminder that we can’t wait for the weekend or for the perfect conditions to get things done or to be happy.

Let’s all look for ways to make today as happy as possible. If nothing else it might take the pressure off the weekends!

To start the week off right, here’s a photo of my house panther enjoying the new mattress pad I bought last week.

He thinks it’s perfectly divine and is pleased that his staff would think to buy him such a lovely gift. Scout knows how to live each day to its fullest!

A Sleepless Night

The journey isn’t always fun. Sometimes it’s a sleepless night with hopes for a better day.

My grandpa lived a full life in the middle of the night when he got older. He would leave bed, watch some tv, make a sandwich and read Louis L’Amour paperbacks. Of course, he would sleep half the day, taking naps on the couch.

He and his poor sleep schedule were on my mind the other night as I doom scrolled Instagram from bed between the hours of midnight and 3 a.m. It was midnight when I awoke and the room was stuffy so I got up for a sip of water and turned on the ceiling fan.

About four minutes after lying down and closing my eyes tightly, I was cold. So I got up and turned it off. Stuffy again. So back on it went and I wrestled a blanket and my pillow to my likeness. 

No matter what I do, I want to sleep on my left side but have read that sleeping with all your weight on your heart is a bad idea. That reminded me that heart problems run in the family.

I still have a chance at about five hours of rest if I go to sleep now.

Does the cat always bathe in bed in the middle of the night? Oh, look! My favorite writer is doing an online book club chat tomorrow night. I will register and then I will put down my phone and go back to sleep. 

So I put down the phone, closed my eyes again and realized that I was hungry. Dinner didn’t amount to much and lunch wasn’t great either.

Nope. Too bad. Midnight snacks are not good for you and I will not become my grandpa.

I was still wide awake at 2:43. I should get up and do something useful. Maybe cleaning the kitchen would wear me out enough to sleep. Or maybe I would end up on the couch watching Little House On The Prairie with some peanut butter toast.

I have got to get it together, I thought. Grandpa was retired. He could sleep all day if he wanted. I have a job where they expect me to show up and be smart.

Good grief. I’m going to have an anxiety attack right here in the comfort of my bed if I don’t get a grip. 

This does not bode well for my old age!

Every Day Can’t Count

Make every minute count. You only live once. Carpe diem. You’ve heard all these phrases and more like them. 

Those people who insist that every day must count are well meaning, but man, they are exhausting. We get a finite amount of days in this life so it is best not to waste them. I get that. In fact, many people waste every single day and then complain the world is passing them by. We can’t do that either.

Unfortunately, every day can’t be the best, most productive day filled with breakthroughs or adventures. We can’t always be high energy and ready to tackle the world. Anyone who says different is either selling something or lying to themselves too. On the flip side of the coin, when our world turns small, it’s important to find ways to be fulfilled and to make life more meaningful.. 

There has to be a middle ground. 

Some days are only meant to be survived. These days don’t need to count – they just need to accumulate. Think of them as rungs on a ladder to help you get to the next step. You have to keep moving forward to get through this day and on to the next and the next and the one after that. 

Whether the days seem dreary and hopeless or the night long and dark, the night will eventually end, the clouds will move on and the sun will shine again. 

There’s a point every year that I need a mental health day but can’t get one in good conscience. It sucks but it’s character building. At least that’s my theory and it does help. After all, if you think that what you’re doing is good for you, it’s easier to keep going. 

So keep going. You’ll get there.