Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life. |
Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life. |
It seems like yesterday that I watched the ball come down in Times Square. Time has flown by as I prayed it would to better days that weren't so emotionally painful. I can now feel joy in simple things again, a smile appears on my face for some of those simple things and it occurs to me I've reached the place in time I had asked God to stay close to me and surround me with his angels as I get there. Another dreaded holiday has crept up on me and I'm fine. The trigger days aren't as painful as they once were. Thank God, I'm so grateful.
While I have no desire to put up a tree or decorate for Christmas since JR passed away over two decades ago, I don't hate the festivities anymore. I can feel the joy of Christmas again and that makes me happy.
Today I'm realizing the beautiful world I remember is still here, it is within me even though the real world seems to be falling apart. The strength within me will continue to take me to those better days I have prayed would come.
Proverbs 3:5-6:
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart,
and do not lean on your own understanding.
In all your ways acknowledge him,
and he will make straight your paths."
The renewed sense of aliveness in my life is amazing. It goes to show how living gratefully has the power to transform.
Honestly, I can't say that I have been grateful for everything that happened since Hurricane Irma and all the misery that followed. After each period of shock and heartbreak, the gratefulness came back, so did my faith in God.
Life isn't easy but through hope, faith and gratefulness, a joyful existence can be reached if it is what you strive for. Anything in life is possible. That is the lesson I have learned.
Be faithful to that which exists within yourself.
André Gide
It has finally occurred to me that I don't have to apologize for who I am.
Many don't understand why I love being a homebody finding peace in my solitude at home.
When I met The Captain, I desired one person who could love and understand me and he was the one. And of course I wanted the attention and love from my dog Kiki. Now that they are both gone, the grieving for not having them in my life anymore brought me to crave being totally alone to find my peace. I lost my precious family.
I'm now protecting the peace I found.
My life has changed drastically since my younger days when I enjoyed having lots of friends and family in my life. My first husband and I would throw large parties all the time. Our home was the party place.
Many people hurt me in my work life and my personal life. I took it without fighting back for decades. I slowly retreated from society. After my first husband passed away, I let few people close to me as I sought solitude.
Then I reached a new phase that was much like my present place in life. I guess grieving the loss of the one person I loved with all my heart caused me to question who I am at the time. Losing a partner brought me to a totally new place in life that has required solitude to reevaluate life and my place in it. At least that is how it has been for me after losing both husbands. I've been through it twice and it profoundly changed me.
I have been criticized after The Captain passed away for how I handle grief and many other things . . . again. That was the tipping point to losing my tolerance for the bullshit of people.
Now I really don't care.
Home is the one place where I don't fear judgment. Being home alone at this point in my life has been a softer place to land in comfort. Through my grief, turning away from people who criticize has taken me from anger to joy.
I'm not running away from life, I'm enjoying my comfortable solitude.
Maybe at the right moment in time I will want back into society, but I doubt it.
"Choose to be optimistic, it feels better."
Dali Lama
For the first time, since The Captain passed away and my sweet Kiki had to be put to sleep, I can honestly say I am starting to feel joy. My struggle has been to stay positive about life in general. It was all the losses, including friends and family who turned their back on me, mainly about politics, how The Captain liked to fight back and how they didn't like it.
After all this time, some now want to act like nothing happened. But it did. I may not like to confront anyone, but I also have had it with people hurting me. Now I don't care.
Anyway, that explains my struggle with being optimistic. But I have been fighting that struggle and am finally breaking through. I have written about how I am dealing with grief and the negativity. The point is I am finally experiencing positive results.
Being optimistic does feel better!
“Don’t let the behavior of others destroy your inner peace.”
Dalai Lama
The opinion of others regarding me personally held me captive most of my life. It agonized me to point of obsession where I was trying to figure out why the person was behaving in this manner. It made me so sad.
As I look back at my life, I wonder what possessed me to even care about what others thought of me. I've dealt with this kind of stuff so much that now I could care less and it has become easy to take these people out of my life.
Now I only want to know why and what their problem is. What makes them think they can act this way toward another person? It is total rudeness!
It has never been in my nature to lash out and defend myself, I would just ignore it and wish the behavior would go away. Now I whisk the behavior out of my life . . . and I still won't confront. It is a mystery to me that I don't confront.
They no longer steal my inner peace!
One small positive thought can change your whole day.
Zig Ziglar
When you are down and out, one of the hardest things to do is talk yourself into a positive mood. Most of the time I could not do it until I started trying little tricks to fool myself.1. Turn off the television unless it is something that will make you laugh. If you are like me when you are in that negative mood, hardly anything will make you laugh. Don't even watch the news, stay away from it like poison!!2. Turn on music that you love or relaxes you. In my case, it is high energy dance music like old disco music. It doesn't relax me, but it brings me to a happier place and time. It is the most positive inspiring thing I can do for myself.3. Write about how you feel. Usually I write in my blog, but sometimes it is just too personal and I write somewhere else. Ask yourself questions, like "why am I upset" like a therapist would do. As a matter of fact, I learned this one trick from my therapist a long time ago. It has really helped me understand myself and get through many situations.4. I'll ask myself to do one tiny thing and not think about a whole bunch of stuff that needs to be done. It could be that doing the one little thing will result in doing something else. 5. Don't overwhelm yourself, if possible. I'm retired and alone, so it is easy for me to do exactly what I want to do when I want to do it.6. Talk to yourself positively. Your thoughts are instrumental in how you feel.These are some of my coping mechanisms that I see as being positive and so important in my life. Sometimes it takes tiny baby steps, but any step is a step forward. Coping with life circumstances is taking one second at a time and learning how to sit down, relax and take a deep breath, telling yourself "you can do this." Otherwise I'll just stay in bed and watch television which is negative and so bad for me.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight.
Proverbs 3:5-6
I've recently realized that trust and resulting faith brings peace and contentment.
It is what I've been praying for.
For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
Jeremiah 29:11
The first anniversary of making the decision to put Kiki to sleep is a week away and it feels like time has stood still. My heart breaks over and over again as the days pass. My memories have gradually shifted to those that make me smile and I know that is a positive sign. She always appears in my dreams so vividly and I wake up feeling like she has visited me. They are always happy visits. God has truly blessed me. I know that those who have not experienced finding their soul dog think I am crazy.
I have faith and hope that I will be happy again.
So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.
2 Corinthians 4:16-18
"You do not find the happy life.
You make it."
Thomas S. Monson
Determined to find contentment in the midst of grief and sadness, I asked myself the simple question . . . "what would make me happy?" . . . the graphic depicts what would make me happy at this time in my life.
An outdoor sanctuary, a pleasant place to escape that is pleasing to my senses, to enjoy a beautiful Florida day and watch the birds and squirrels. A place to be grateful for all that I have been blessed with. Surround myself with the happiness that being in the middle of colorful flowers brings me.
While I realize that getting to that place will take lots of hard work, I think the work distraction alone is just what I need. So, as the hot days of summer unwind, I shall embark on this new journey that I know will bring me peace and contentment. I've done this before. This time it could be the thing that works wonders for my physical health as well as the positive mental aspect of it all.
Today is the first day of the rest of my life.
When it comes to grief, the time of grief seems like you lost your loved one yesterday even though it has been some time. It is as if the passage of time is non-existent, yet it has flown by so fast. It really is a weird concept and feeling.
It could be that it is normal to relive the day of passing often, making it seem like yesterday. Disorientation is a normal part of my life and I can't explain it.
“When the heart grieves over what it has lost,
the spirit rejoices over what it has left.”
Sufi Epigram
As I experience and heal from another grief journey, I try to be aware of how I am thinking since it makes a big difference in how I feel at the time. It makes such a difference and the quote is a great example of how we can think about losing a loved one.
In my experience, I am consumed at what I've lost at first. As time passes and the memories take over and the good times are what I think about, I am left with the awesome feeling of having had that loved one in my life at all with the good and the bad memories. Usually, I concentrate on the good.
Many people I know think this way. In fact, it is like they forget everything bad and think that they have turned a bad person into a saint in their mind. Sometimes I wonder who they are talking about. That way of thinking is how they cope with the loss.
First of all, I am so grateful to have experienced the love. On the other hand, I try to be realistic about the relationship I had with them. Sweeping bad memories under the rug can come back to haunt you. It comes down to life balances.
The main thing is gratefulness. It always brings a smile to my face.
The one thing that has bothered me most in my grief journey is having to explain myself constantly and feeling like I am not heard. Having gone through the widow journey twice, I am just tired of being misunderstood and want to be totally alone to finally give myself permission to heal in my own way without being "discussed and judged" by others. Just leave me alone, you have "helped" enough. Your concern is killing me.
Rather than try to explain once again, the following post from a Facebook group perfectly describes how I have been feeling most of my adult life. In my opinion, if you truly care about someone, you try to understand instead of asking the same insulting questions over and over again . . . no wonder I no longer want to be around those who have continually hurt me. It started a long, long time ago . . . and it is more than just grief.
"When she goes quiet, it’s crucial to understand: it’s not because she has nothing left to say. Her silence isn’t emptiness; it’s incredibly full. Full of words too heavy to speak, full of emotions too raw to unravel, full of a pain that feels utterly impossible to put into coherent sentences.
My life has been like a roller coaster for as far back as when my Nana passed away when I was a young adult. It seems like I am always in the "learning how to live again without you" stage.
The hardest one is dealing with the decision to put Kiki to sleep. The devastating emotional decision came too soon after The Captain passed away and I became a true hermit.
Kiki was all the emotional support I needed and took comfort in her sweetness like when she'd put her paw on me, letting me know that she was here for me, or the look in her eyes that could talk to me without words. I depended on that love and comfort too much and loved her as much as I would have loved my own child that I never had. Signing that paper was the worse thing I have ever had to do in my whole life.
I know that I did a good thing for her since the vet told me she was so sick and loved her enough to not want her to go through pain. But making the decision to let her go is still haunting me, some days worse than others. At least I am experiencing decent days and am so grateful for finally having those days.
Now I am learning how to live alone while learning to live without those loved ones who are no longer with me. It is definitely a roller coaster of emotions. Interacting with others has become difficult for me since, at this time of my life, I have nothing to say to anyone. Look at my blog since The Captain passed away. I miss him terribly, the emotions are raw and I find it difficult to even want to speak to anyone at this time.
Once again, I am on medication for my anxiety after trying to live without it. Now I am trying a different one that works better.
My mom was recently back in town and I actually drove a short distance. It was not a complete success, although I did get out and even went to a restaurant twice. So I have made some progress even though there were some failures involved that have affected me negatively.
It is all good . . . progress is progress!
The first thing that came to mind was my faith in God. It makes me stronger no matter what others may think.
Yes, I have terrible anxiety which makes me very fearful of so many things and there are many things I have not done in my life because of it. My Christianity is often questioned because of this, which really makes me angry. However, when it comes down to it, my faith in God keeps me feeling safe regardless of how it sounds. I guess it can also be explained as choosing your battles. And I definitely choose my own no matter what.
One thing I hate more than anything in this life is having to explain myself to others. I've had to explain myself all of my life. Guess you could say it is a sore spot that also keeps me from doing some things. My intuition tells me not to and I've learned to listen. That keeps me safe in a way I can't explain as does being true to myself.
Then I go back to thinking about what "safe" really means. I keep my feelings and emotions "safe" from being hurt by simply staying away from the thing that disturbs me. Physically "safe" means just staying home and away from the general public.
Sometimes I think I'm lost, but it is a lie my emotions tells myself during bad times. I always make it through. But maybe it is because I acknowledge my feelings and try to figure out how to deal with it. It is never about feeling sorry for myself.
I've finally reached the place in my life where I don't care what others think about me and the way I live my life.
Memories . . . even the bad ones. They contribute to who I am. I don't really know why they keep me safe, but they do. Maybe because they prove that I am a survivor going way back. They also prove to me that good times do exist, even after bad times. And they are reminders of what happiness meant to me. Important reminders in life.
The main thing is self-acceptance and love.