Control of My Happy
Wednesday, March 1, 2023
anxiety
Friday, June 17, 2022
Year Six
Six is for stability. Pause. Balance and reflection. A crossroads.
I doubt it's coincidence that this is where I find myself on the sixth anniversary of Ghon's death. Where I still feel a range of emotion the week leading up to today. Remembering calling out sick so we can hike. Surgery day! But first, let's take a selfie! Never would have imagined that'd be our last picture together.
Interviewing for the job he never knew I would accept; a government position after years of trying.
A last photo shoot of his favorite muse; me.
Buying 6 wedding dresses for an unplanned photo shoot. I claimed 3 for trash the dress shoots, because he wouldn't let me trash mine. Shortly after, our final meal as a family of 4.
Six wedding dress, 3 to claim and now it's six years, I'm forty-six, he was forty-six when he died and there's just the three of us.
I cry a little less but the lump in my throat is just the same. Until I write about my feelings, and I sit here with tears streaming, snot running, and you see, grief - it's hard to swallow. I've grown used to daily life without a partner. The kids, well, they barely remember what it's like to have a dad. But on the anniversary of this week, I always pause. I reflect. I strive for balance.
Year six put me in the crossroad. An invitation to travel came months ago, and I turned it down to be here with the kids. I couldn't think to leave them home on anniversary and Father's Day weekend. We had plans to support local musicians and friends at a show to boot. The three of us, together. Then they ditched me. Nah, mom, we don't want to go. (Pre-teen years is an entirely different post.) They too, are in a crossroad. I encourage attendance in youth grief programs, and they still enjoy them, despite the grumbles I get before hand. They are becoming pros at grief therapy and life without Dad. Year six doesn't hit them as hard. They have moved forward in life without Dad.
Year six not hitting them so hard makes it easier AND harder on me. I question if I've done enough for them. Do I talk about Dad enough? Am I missing something in their grief journey? Do I smother them or give them too much freedom? While we all know Ghon could be a complete ass at times, I think about him daily and often miss him. Yet I too have moved forward.
We will be together in the morning. The kids will spend the afternoon and evening doing the things that bring them joy; as I will be doing the things that bring me joy, with Ghon on my mind all day, reliving every last hour of his life. Reliving that week, that day, it's what I do, and will likely do every year. While it feels really weird not spending the entire day with them, this is where we are now - this is our crossroad.
Come Sunday, Father's Day, the day I once had to tell my kids your Dad is not coming home, yes Dad died, we will spend together. We will eat Father's Day dessert so we can celebrate what once was, and the extra role I have to pretend to be.
I shouldn't have to count the years, but I do. Year six, you still bring tears. Yet when I pause and reflect, I'm proud of the kids and myself for how far we've come. I can't say what my life would look like if Ghon didn't die so unexpectedly six years ago. But I can say, without hesitation, that it would not look like this. Not better. Not worse. Just not like this. I have built a life without him, yet he's always with me, and always will be.
If you've made it this far, and you've known me (or Ghon) long enough, I ask the same as I do each year. Raise a bourbon or beer, and give the big man a toast. Not just to remember Ghon, but to honor your life and to living each day to your best. Love hard. Be grateful for what you have each day, for you never know when any part could be lost. And even then; you'll have something to look forward to from the crossroads.
Sunday, May 29, 2022
Wedding cake
Tuesday, November 24, 2020
Livin la vida COVID
Fear. Fear is making them buy toilet paper. Fear of death. Fear of captivity. You can't control your fate. You control what you can, and that becomes toilet paper for those that can't handle it. Society often cares too much about what we have rather than who we have. We don't talk about the things that scare us. I'm not afraid of dying, but I am afraid for my kids if I do. People joking about being locked up with their significant others, when the man I would love to be locked up with is 103 miles away.
I wrote that March 23, 2020.Tuesday, January 8, 2019
Answers
Living more in the moment, being present, mindful - and less overthinking; all similar concepts that I want to embrace more completely this year - the year of 43.
This afternoon, after two brief conversations with friends, I felt the need for grounding or what some call earthing. I'd been told to do it before or at least to visualize doing it. In this moment, it was mid-50s in January. The temps are dropping to the 30s tomorrow and snow is coming. But today, the sun was peeking from behind a cloud, so off I went. Out the front door, into the front yard, took off my sandals, and walked around the cold, wet yard. Of course, being me, I had to pick up sticks to use in the fireplace while I did it. But I also took notice of the sensations. The feeling of the wet grass, stepping on fallen walnuts, tromping on vole tunnels, and hearing the sound of the creek, slightly more noisy because of the earlier rain. I made a bit of a lap, not really a circle, just going oddly, where I felt I needed to go, taking time to pause when I wanted. I knew it was time to stop, when after all the cold I felt, I reached a small spot that was warm. I went inside, dumped the sticks, and changed my shoes.
It's been a while since I made this walk, and today, it was time. It wasn't out of avoidance that I hadn't taken the walk, I just hadn't felt compelled. But today, oh, today, I was called.
I've had some visitors to the house in the last few weeks who have felt Ghon's presence. His energy. Seen him here. And he may have even been with one friend outside the house. I've occasionally wondered why so many other people have felt him, but I don't. But then I wondered, maybe he was just so much a part of me, half my internal thoughts are him.
Back to that calling. I'd been reading and discussing more about calling on spirits and guides for questions and guidance in life. Today, after walking the yard barefoot, seemed to be the day. After I dumped the sticks, I went into my room to get my socks - and found a feather. Sure it was from my comforter, but it doesn't typically lose feathers, nor do they end up in my bathroom. I acknowledged the sign, knowing it was definitely time to hike the hill.
Boots on, cell phone on silent, up the hill I went. Take a left at the lower road, find the chair and pause. I greet Ghon; this is the spot the majority of his ashes lay; and cross through the woods to his tree stand. I climb, take a few pictures, then get cozy.
As I start to relax, breathing deeply, trying to clear my mind, I catch the slightest movement to my left. A teeny tiny spider crawls by. Then, I see a second. I laugh, and acknowledge them too. I know why they are here.
Eyes closed, I try to remember some of what I read, how to call out my guides and protect myself at the same time. I say some words and pause. I came with a question in mind. I ask it - and wrap some loose details around it - and wait. Keeping my mind as quiet as possible, I try to identify changes in the way I feel or new sounds around me. And the answer comes.
The slightest pressure in my legs. A shift to brighter colors behind my eyes. The sound of a bird singing; that as I hear it, reminds me of mornings, a symbol of beginnings; and the melody - a sweet simple song. The bird only sings a few notes; and I know this is my answer. A morning song at 4 in the afternoon. I acknowledge it; the singing stops and tears form in my eyes. I let them roll gently down my cheeks. These are not tears of sorrow; they are tears of hope, happiness, and promise. I sat in the tree stand and smiled, wearing simple tears of joy.
I thanked the universe, my angels and guides, and Ghon for my answer. For setting the path. I know it was not set purely by my own actions. I can hear the weather changing in the distance. I climb down, give thanks once more, and set off down the hill back to the house. Thinking, but not over-thinking, about that moment and what answers I was given. I'm reminded of words I spoke months ago; more validation that this is was where I was supposed to be today. This is what I was supposed to do. And when I ask questions and am quiet enough to listen, I will get answers.
But it didn't stop there. I walked into the house, take off the boots, back to my room to change shoes, the sun hides, and the rain starts. It wasn't a hard rain - it sounded - soft, gentle, cleansing.
I dart out to my car, it's time to pick up the kids. I start the car, my phone connects to the Bluetooth, and the last song I played, at the very loud volume I had it turned up to, gives me one more message.
I give half a laugh - yes, that would be what I would hear right now. I pull out of my driveway, and see the sun, back from behind the clouds, chasing me. The sun is filling my car with light and the rain stopped. I smile again and pause. I have to, at this moment, message my friend to acknowledge their role in this moment; it can't wait. Then I carry on.
The song changes twice. I'm driving, singing along like I always do. The sun is behind me, grey clouds in front and I think I see part of a rainbow. The road bends, I keep singing, "...the love of my life..." and I am in such shock, incredible awe, that I pull over, and take a picture. Twice.
This - is what I saw as I sang "love of my life" |
A quick lesson the symbolism of rainbows:
- ...intuitively tells us to hold onto hope, to believe beyond a shadow of a doubt that sacred blessings open to us when we are following our hearts desire.
- spiritual meaning attached to it in the form of an inner awakening caused by the shining through of light embedded in positive attributes, such as truth and wisdom.
- In Norse mythology, a rainbow once served as a bridge between the mortal and immortal.
- double rainbow is a symbol of transformation and is a sign of good fortune in eastern cultures. The first arc represents the material world, and the second arc signifies the spiritual realm.
Answers to my question. That I chose to ask. And that I chose to be still and quiet enough to receive the answers to. Year 43, I'm ready. You are going to be amazing.
Saturday, December 22, 2018
Reflection of Year Forty-Two
Year 41, was full of apprehension. Pushing boundaries. Figuring out what life and happiness meant to me. Questioning everything that was wrong, questioning everything that was right, but trusting that it all had a purpose. Learning from mistakes, relationships, from everything I could.
And then came year 42. I don't make 'resolutions' but I had a few goals for this one. As 2018 comes to a close and my birthday draws near, it's natural, for me at least, to reflect on the past year.
Forty-two, you've been amazing.
Even if I still don't know the question. |
January: | Walk the Moon |
February: | X Ambassadors |
March: | Nappy Roots, Betty Who |
April: | AJR, MAX |
May: | Raised on Analog |
June: | Wayne Newton; The Neighbourhood; Joywave, Misterwives, Walk the Moon, 30 Seconds to Mars |
July: | Judd Hoos; B-52s; Culture Club; Kelly Bell Band; Panic! at the Disco; Keysha and Macklamore |
August: | Galactic; Preservation Hall Jazz Band; Trombone Shorty |
September: | Elton John; Morris Day and the Time |
October: | Jimmie Allen; Twenty-one Pilots |
November: | Soul Expressions |
December: | Lindsey Stirling |
And countless other local bands over the year! |
This year started with a weekend long birthday celebration. Concert Friday, Drag Show and bar hopping with girlfriends Saturday, and roller skating with friends and the kids on Sunday. I started - and finished a graduate certificate program, taking 2 classes in each of three semesters this year.
I took a long weekend mom-cation in Las Vegas, by myself. I walked the strip, attended a gospel brunch, saw Wayne Newton, countless musicians, ziplined Freemont Street, and soaked up lots of sun.
The kids and I took an eleven day vacation out west, where we visited 11 national parks and five states. We toured a prison, visited with family, hiked in the Tetons and Yellowstone, we watched fireworks, attended a concert, took a river float, a horseback ride, toured a cave, learned some history, and left part of Ghon in South Dakota.
We were able to not only attend two weddings this year, but I was able to officiate a dear friend's union.
We spent a weekend away with friends in Natural Bridge, VA this fall. It was a much needed weekend escape. We applied for and received our passports for future adventures.
I continued going to the gym, and started running again. I completed several 5Ks this fall, rejoining a friend for one and even getting the kids involved in a couple.
So many memories made this year. Concerts, trips, outings with family, friends and co-workers. Multiple items checked off my bucket list. I continue to receive monthly massages, get "chair therapy" every six weeks (that would be color and girl talk with my amazing stylist), started a new holistic therapy, and in the ultimate self care - hired a cleaning service for my house. It's been an amazing year. I'm grateful for the opportunities I've had and people I've met, especially conversations with strangers on my trips, and the new friends I've made. It's been a year to live my life; to make it my best life.
This hasn't been a good year for everyone I know, and sometimes I feel bad knowing how good my year has been when they are struggling. Death, illness, heartaches, they don't stop happening. Throughout this year, I've tried to help and support my friends and acquaintances the best I can. To be a ray of light but not a blinding inconsiderate jerk. I try to practice what I preach - that feelings happen, it's how we respond that matters. I have bad days, sometimes they last 2-3 days. But I am grateful for what I have and give thanks for it, and somehow, the universe works things out.
I've continued to force myself to experience new things. Like the time I went to the movies and then a bar in town by myself - and cried during half the movie and tried talking myself out of going to the bar to listen to music. But I did it. Taking those new first steps - the big plunge - is hard. But they prepare me for future steps. Like a few months later, also heading to a bar, alone, still positively freaked out, but not crying or trying to talk myself out of doing it. And I did it again. OK, maybe not entirely alone, as I knew I'd be seeing at least one person I knew each time, but still. These are things I would not have done at 40 or 41. Growth is amazing, and so are friends.
Forty-two has also been a year with less focus on loss and more on growth and opportunity. I don't have a problem removing negativity from my life. I try to surround myself with positivity and those that support me. I look for the value in new relationships and opportunities, and less as a way to fill an indescribable void. I joke that I'm an amazing mom because I take my kids to breweries to hang out with friends and bars to see concerts and friends. But these things - they bring value to my life. I can spend time with my kids and friends. I can enjoy music with my kids and support friends and local businesses. Doing these things, out of the box, not normally in my character things, has provided new friendships that right now, I cherish. And while perhaps still not totally my character, it has a place in my life. I'm living my best life now, not what was my best life or what may be my best life. Doing things a little differently is what makes me, me.
Forty-two has been a time to give. To give my time, love, and support to others. To give myself a break. To give more focus on the kids. A time to give back to the universe when I've been given so much. For the first time in a long time, I'm feeling fuller, as are my jeans. Not quite complete, but fuller. My heart is happier and hurts a whole lot less.
2019; year 43... I'm coming for you. I'm working on new goals. I'm choosing where best to help and serve others. Time is a limited resource, and I want to invest wisely. There will be more music. More running. More time with friends, more time with loved ones, more adventure. More checks on the bucket list and more things to take their place.
Forty-three take notice - I will not settle for anything less than I want and deserve. Now, to continue to refine what that looks like.
Come. Be part of the adventure with me. Raise me up, and I will raise you higher. That is a promise.