A New Year

One year ago today, my life changed. Looking back, I'd say the theme has been "frustration."  It's frustrating to know you knew how to do something, but you can't do it anymore.  It's frustrating that the pace of my life has changed.  And that is the biggest adjustment.  I am forced to be intentional about how I spend my time, which is frustrating.

Consequently, I must pick and choose activities and tasks carefully, like points on Weight Watchers.  Not gonna lie. It's frustrating.  I want to enjoy the nice weather AND get my house cleaned and organized, do the laundry, buy groceries, deal with bills and correspondence, work on my CBS lesson, exercise, and head out for an evening of fun.  But those days are over, at least for the foreseeable future. 

I'm frustrated that I never seem to work on my book, READ a book, spend more time with friends and family.  I'm frustrated because there are so many things I want to do and so few cognitive resources.  I'm frustrated that neurotransmitters don't reroute faster.


This will sound really strange, but this experience has put me right where God wants me.  I still don't know where I'm going, but I know that where I am is where I'm supposed to be right now.  And that gives me great peace in the midst of frustration.

peace out,
glo

Time For FUN!!

When I was discharged from rehab, they encouraged me to volunteer, take classes, do things I've never done.  Up until now it's been work before pleasure.  Nail the basics before moving on to the fluff.

I'm spending the last two months of my "formal" recovery period enjoying life and having some fun. 

My agenda for the next 60 days (and beyond, why not?) is to do many of the things I've always wanted to do.  With some limitations.  No traveling.  Not expensive.  Not dangerous.  Does not involve running.  Here's what's on the agenda so far:

• Experience a "day in the life of" some of the professions I've always thought were cool.  If you or anyone you know would like a shadow--or some help--for a few hours or a few days, here are some of the things I've always dreamed of doing:
• talk show host
• radio personality
• interior designer or anything to do with home furnishings 
• fashion buyer
• conference speaker, Bible teacher/planning and managing the event
• tour guide (as in a bus full of tourists)
• anything to do with musical theater
• own a figure skating store
• be an ice dancing judge (I need to pass 2 more ice dances, which will never happen)
  
• Take classes I've always wanted to take. 
• I'm taking Introduction to Bolero.  I've loved ballroom dancing since the 60's when my parents were competitive dancers. 
  
• Take classes I've never even considered.  
• A stained glass making class.  I've always liked the idea of being an artist.  Wait until you see my creation.  I'll post a photo in April after the class.  Unless it's ugly.
  
• Yoga.  I was always afraid of all the new-age weirdness until I found an instructor who doesn't view yoga as a "religion" or part of any religion.

All of these involve using my brain in new ways.  And that is cognitive therapy.  Rehab was never this fun!

If you live in the area and want to join in the fun, let me know.  I'd be happy to have a buddy.

Signing off with the profound saying from the 60's, "today is the first day of the rest of your life."  If it's a good one, enjoy.  If it's life altering like April 2, 2010 was for me, know that sunny days are ahead on earth or in heaven.

peace out,

glo