Wednesday, December 31, 2014

For Auld Lang Syne

 Wow. 2014 was a great year! A lot of great things happened. A lot of great memories were made. We had some awesome times as a family. 

Like what, you ask?

Hmm... give me a minute... well, there was the fair. That was fun. And my son started school and all the firsts that come with that. We had a lot of fun playing outside. Hmm... I know there's more...

This is why I don't write Christmas cards. What happened to us this year? Stuff. Fun stuff. Good stuff. Stuff. The writer in me turns into a bumbling nincompoop.

Yet I know we had a great year. How? First, we're together. We have a warm place to call home. We have food in the cupboards. We are all healthy. We are all happy. That is how I know we had a successful year.

I've never been one to look back on times or remember specific dates. I look at pictures and remember how awesome it was. When it comes to New Year's, it's pretty much the same. This last year was awesome. Let's start the new one.

The poem/song Auld Lang Syne pretty much nails it, which is why it's one of my favorites. We all might be familiar with the first few lines and the chorus, but there is so much more to it. For reference, I've gone ahead and given the English translation below. {If you want some fun at perfecting your Scottish accent, click here for another version.}

Hint: auld lang syne translates to "old long since." Once you read it, you'll understand.

Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne?

CHORUS:
  For auld lang syne, my dear,
  for auld lang syne,
  we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
  for auld lang syne.

And surely you'll buy your pint cup!
and surely I'll buy mine!
And we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
 
We two have run about the slopes,
and picked the daisies fine;
But we've wandered many a weary foot,
since auld lang syne.
We two have paddled in the stream,
from morning sun till dine;
But seas between us broad have roared
since auld lang syne.

And there's a hand my trusty friend!
And give us a hand of thine!
And well take a right good-will draught,
for auld lang syne.

This is why it's one of my favorite poems/songs: it's about happiness, the kind that can last time and distance. The kind you raise your pint cup to. And at the end of a long journey, shouldn't that be the mentality? That no matter what, through it all, here you are, able to smile and laugh, regardless of the weary foot or the seas that have roared. You're able to look on the good days of picking daisies and paddling streams and have hope for the future. So hold tight to trusty hands and dance into the new year.

My resolutions for the next year? The same as always. Continue to be happy. Continue to make the choice to be happy. Continue counting my blessings and being thankful for all that I have, every day. Continue believing that I am tougher than the rest and to honor those that have taught me this. Continue seeing my beautiful strength and taking every opportunity to share it for the greater good. Continue. Continue.

Continue.

Are you ready 2015? I am.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

No Map Included

Change is scary. It leaves doubt in our minds. Are we doing the right thing? What will happen? Change is scary because we can't predict it or control it. It takes away our knowledge of future events that are supposed to happen. It leaves us feeling inadequate, as if we did something to cause things to change, as if we could have prevented it.

The best way to combat the nightmare of change is to take control of what we can. In every action, every event, we have a choice in how we react and handle it. When we become scared, the natural reaction is our fight or flight response - we either get angry or we hide. Neither reaction does any good to help us weather the change.

What about coping? Where is coping, dealing with it, thinking and standing tall through the course of change in our evolutionary reactions? We are, after all, highly evolved mammals that are capable of thinking logically. We landed an unmanned rocket on a comet in the middle of space. We should be able to navigate the course of change in our lives without throwing a temper tantrum, shouldn't we?

Yes. And we can. But first, feel free to throw that temper tantrum. Take a minute to be angry or to lock the bedroom door and cry. As the quote says, "just don't unpack and live there." We always have a choice. We can always choose the good and choose to be happy. That doesn't mean we're not allowed to feel the sting of defeat every now and then. Without the bad, you can't appreciate the good.

I found a prayer online today. I'm not a religious person. Spiritual, yes, as all those are who were raised on organized religion of some brand but had too many questions and yet still believes in something greater than themselves. I've taken the (artistic) liberty of amending it to my own tastes. Let it be known that while I don't own the original words that combined to make this, I do stand by what I took away from it.

1. Release every negative thought, every trace of doubt and every bit of fear that may lurk deep within your heart.
2. Let go of the things that consume your happiness.
3. Let go of ideals, old patterns or habits, arguments and beliefs that no longer serve you.
4. Release the past and let go of the pain and anger that destroys your ability to show compassion.

Remember:
5. Letting go is a healthy practice to maintain joy and peace.
6. Letting go also means finding forgiveness, whether it is forgiving yourself or someone else.
7. Everything happens for a reason. 

When you find yourself in a situation that leaves you feeling conflicted, it's time to be honest with yourself. Ask yourself "Am I happy?" If the answer is yes, then remind yourself of what makes you happy. If the answer is no, ask yourself why. {Word of caution: while other people's action can cause us to be unhappy, in the end, it is still our reaction that is the unhappy part. You have to take responsibility for your own emotions. Why did you feel unhappy at their actions? Trying to understand your emotions will help you understand the other person's actions in a new light. That might not always justify it, but it can help.} After you've determined why you're unhappy, understand what would make you happy. Now comes the tough part: DO what will make you happy. Act on it. This is truly taking happiness - and the fear of change - into your own hands. 

This is also the hardest part of change. Change is the doorway to the unknown and full of What ifs? What if you're not happier? What if it was all a mistake? This is why people prefer to adapt to being unhappy and let it become the new substandard normal. At least in the current situation, there are no surprises. We know what to expect and we can therefore deal with it, even if it is consistent disappointment.

Understand that even if change doesn't bring you to a place where you want to be, there are valuable lessons to be learned along the way. You never know until you try. This is where #7 becomes important. Everything happens for a reason. There is a grand scheme to everything, even if we don't know it or see it. Somehow, everything works out in the end, as long as you don't give up. A leap of faith requires two things: a leap and faith. You have to leap to learn if you can fly and you need faith that you will be okay if you don't. You can plan the leap, make lists in preparation for it and dream about it. But no amount of planning, list making or dreaming can prepare your faith in your ability.

Allow yourself to let go of the negative and doubt. Clean out the closets and get rid of anything that doesn't bring you happiness. We change, and with it, so do our ideals, habits and beliefs. Allow this change to happen and don't get sucked into the trap of having to apologize for it. You're allowed to change your mind. It is, to be blunt, your mind after all.

And whatever you do, don't let past lessons (or mistakes) make you cower for fear of future change. Learn from them. The past is a valuable tool for the future. Sometimes you need to make the same mistake a few times to learn from it. Sometimes, this is just a symbol of your persistence in what you want. It's all a choice. Your past can be your friend, a lit path that shows you how far you've come. It can also be your enemy if you let regret, pain and anger rule you. We are given each day to start new. Each sunrise is a promise that we have the privilege to try again. And if the sunrise is obscured by clouds, take comfort in knowing that it is still there, above the storm, shining on the darkness below.

As I've gotten older, I've realized that we have an entire life to live. At no point is our life over unless we choose to stop living - to stop embracing change and being an active force in our own journey. Things will always happen "to" us. Life isn't linear and there's no map except for your footprints.

Change is scary. It leaves doubt in our minds. We can't predict it and we can't control it. It leaves us feeling inadequate and unprepared.

It leaves us feeling. And to feel is to be alive. To turn those feelings into something good is to live. And what a wonderful thing it is to live.








Friday, December 5, 2014

A Wrinkle of Beauty

It happened the other night. The dreaded rite of passage that every woman encounters, most time far too early by one's account. I was tired and rubbing my forehead when - suddenly - GULP.

What was that? A scar? I don't remember getting an injury there. Why was there a crease in my forehead? The more I felt it (to make sure it was real) the bigger it became. Pretty soon it wasn't a crease but the goddamn Grand Canyon.

I rushed to the mirror. I couldn't see it. I ran my fingers over my forehead again. Nope, it was there. I smiled. Still nothing. Then I raised my eyebrows. There it was, along with several of it's friends.

I smiled again. There were more. Around my mouth, at the corners of my eyes; under my eyes resembled - GULP - my mother.

I looked closer. Along with the grooves of age I saw dullness, uneven tone, drooping. Had it really been that long since I looked in the mirror?

Yes. It has. I don't look in the mirror, other than for the necessities (removing unwanted hairs, mainly). I've never really sat and looked at myself in the mirror or studied my face since I was young... ah... young... ugh... younger.

Wait. I am young. Yes, I'm 30, so what. That's not old (if you're 30). And yes, I have 3 kids, but they are still babies (I mean, the oldest can feed himself and the youngest is walking, but you know what I mean). And while I may not be as young as I used to be (why does that sound so much better than younger?), I am very young compared to how old I intend on getting. I want to look back on these years as my prime, the good old days, the best times of my life.

But I am 30, and I have 3 kids, and I ache now and then. And I have grooves on my face.

I smiled again. I saw crows feet sprouting from the corners of my eyes, which are still bright and blue. Okay, so these are from smiling. I can handle that. I also saw lines around my mouth, and when I smiled really big, I saw more. Okay, they can stay. The drooping skin under my eyes has a tint of gray to it and I remembered that the other night I was up every hour with my toddler. I've earned those bags under my eyes, and if my skin wrinkles under them too it's simply from my round cheeks that plump when I smile. I raised my eyebrows and did various other facial expressions. I came to the conclusion that those grooves are caused by sass, and that is definitely something I'm not giving up.

My face isn't the only place where my skin has lost the war against gravity. My stomach is now made of folded extra skin that was stretched during my 3 pregnancies. While I'm not exactly happy with it, I look at it and still see the big bellies, and I miss them. As for my boobs - yeah, motherhood. Plus side, no more bras (because it's uncomfortable when people eyeball you for spending too much time in the little girl under garment section). This is one thing I actually enjoy for the simple fact that there's nothing for gravity to take down.

It's no lie that I don't take care of my skin. I never have. I popped my zits. I used harsh cleaners. I used the wrong type of moisturizer. I didn't even get a facial until my (very) late 20's. I don't drink enough water. I abuse my skin. Given that, it's current state isn't surprising, so I really can't be upset about it.

Truth is, 10 year old, 16 year old and 22 year old me never really cared about my appearance that much. It is what it is. When I look at myself, I see a mixture of parts. My mother's hands, that know what it means to work for what you have. My father's eyes that are blue and sparkling. My grandmother's lips that are perfect for placing kisses on the tops of babies heads.

I stepped away from the mirror, turned off the light and left the bathroom. Within minutes, my mind was consumed with potty training, playing and making spaghetti for supper. I don't worry about what I look like. I don't have time. I have much more important things to tend to.

I am 30. I have wrinkles. And they are Beautiful.

Besides, if I have this much wisdom on my face at 30, I can't imagine how Beautiful I'll be at 60, or 80, if I'm so lucky. Especially if I keep smiling.