Posted by adalamar on June 26, 2015
This blog space is many things, of many sorts. And while I write about a myriad of topics, I rarely write open requests. This is one of them.
A special person in a family I love very much is in a coma. I have known this family for 20 years, from a wonderful man I dated back then. He and I are still in touch,and when he told me about his sister’s husband, it just felt like someone hit me in the stomach. These are such wonderful people. Good people.
So please say a prayer for this man and his wonderful family. Pray for healing, and strength and courage.
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Posted by adalamar on June 24, 2015
There is a Song by Sting called Fragile, and it talks about how fragile we are, how fragile is this balance of life.
A text message, a phone call, the realization of the level of fragile. A family I love very much, a good friend, a very much loved ex-boyfriend, people whom I may not speak to often, but still carry in my heart. I learned of a car accident and someone left in a coma. Found unresponsive, no way of knowing how long he was in that condition. The prognosis is grim. Now his family is praying for a miracle and waiting for God’s Will to be made known to them.
Never doubt how fragile we are. Never take your breath for granted, or the breath of those you love.
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Posted by adalamar on June 23, 2015
Things have been far too serious for summer, a time of laughter and fun. So, get ready to laugh, because I speak fluent Sitcom…
The Not Breath Spray
When you are a contractor, many times the contracting company will give you a bag of goodies. Most of the time it’s things like pens, pads, mouse pads, coffee cups. Just little office gadget with Logos. But a goody bag is still a goody bag and it’s like a little bit of Christmas.
The latest bag of loot was really great, because both the contracting company and company for which I work gave me goody bags. Double. Score. As I gleefully looked through the bags, assessing the goodies, ripping through the stuff like a Christmas Stocking, I found breath dpray. I love breath spay. A few spritz and your garlic lunch is no more!
And today, after lunch but before the afternoon meeting, I remembered about this little treasure, and was going to be a breath of minty freshness…then I pulled it out and…
And immediately started coughing after spritzing.
As it turns out, it wasn’t breath spray…it was hand sanitizer spray.
I wrote this in 2010, but someone recently asked me to re-post. So here it is. Please note that I am not responsible for anyone being hurt by laughing to hard, or if your drink comes out of your nose…Enjoy!
Many contracts require of pre-employment drug test. . Not a big deal, and went for my latest today. Now those who know me know that I am a little, accident prone, shall we say. I have tripped, fallen, slipped, spilled, fumbled and foilbled. But there are few moments that have actually surprised, or even mortified me. And this would be one f them.
I dutifully took the little cup in the restroom and carefully brought it back out. And as I carefully, slowly, very purposefully handed it to the nurse/technician, it happened. And in slow motion no less. I handed it to her, her hands slowly taking possession of the cup when the lid on it slipped, and as she did not have it in her grasp quite yet, it slipped away, slowly falling toward the floor. And I could feel every muscle in my body tense up – do I let it fall or try to dive for it and catch it? And then, before i could blink, the contents of the cup spilled on the floor.
As the nurse/lab person and I looked down in disgust (and me in total horror of embarrassment), I happened to look up and saw one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen standing waiting to sign in. He had a look of horror on his face too.
Proof once again that my life is completely together…until a cute guy is around. If it was a little old lady standing there the lid would not have slipped at all.
I REALLY just wanted to crawl under something big and heavy.
I can hear you laughing…
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Posted by adalamar on June 21, 2015
Every year I write a tribute to my Dad on father’s day. My Dad is like one of those men from the old movies. The hero. A man of few words rides into town, stands up for what he believes in, and touches everyone around him.
He leads by example: Loyalty, honesty and spirituality. Always keep your word. Hold family close and God Closer.
My Dad has worked very hard to make a business and a reputation many would envy. He’s worked hard to give his family the kind of life and opportunities where we would want for nothing. He has integrity and honor, and those are not easy qualities to find these days.
He has been a wonderful example of a man, a father and a human being. From quietly asking mom about our dates to sharing boiled peanuts and beer, to watching thunderstorms and lighting with us. To teaching me how to sing silly songs, teaching me why it’s important to watch the news and be aware of the world in which you live.
He has taught me so many things about life, just by example. And he is the best father a girl could ever hope to have. I have so many wonderful memories of him growing up, and as an adult. Like him, try to read fairy tails to me and mispronouncing the names – like “Ra-pun-zel”, or reciting the bedtime story of “Once upon a time, a deer drank wine…” To holding me while I sobbed when I thought my mother was dying, to our first father daughter dinner when I was a teenager.
Then the is “Piddles Jumping Spunker” and Chief Beer Fetcher in Charge (CBFC), can’t forget being the Cowstail, or all the lessons on the bottom shelf. There were all the times he, as a typical protective father, scared any young man who came to the door to pick his daughter up for a date. There was the one time he tried to teach me how to drive, and both of us returned scared and barely speaking.
There is the time I ran over the water pump with the riding lawn mower and he had to fix it (the pump not the mower) and all the things I accidentally busted, broke r short circuited around the house. To all the conversations we may have on the phone now, however short, whatever the topic, are always treasured.
There is hearing all the stories of his youth, and when he blew up the river bed with dynamite, and how he hid an alarm clock taped to one of his teachers desks at school. To his trips at Oscars Br in NYC, to all the slides and stories of when he would dive and was a dive master. To all the amazing things he has designed in his career, and last year, I went to the Smithsonian and finally saw, up close, the missiles he designed.
He taught me how to change the oil in my car, how to rotate my own tires, change the break pads and calipers, check the spark plugs (when cars actually had spark plugs). I remember going out to dinner with him, and how he opened my doors for me, pulled out my chair, found out what I wanted to eat and ordered for me. Always wanting to make sure that I was happy.
I will always love his voice, his hands, the way he smells and his little smile. Yes, I will always love my Daddy. The first man to make me feel safe and secure, the man who has always been the example of how a man should treat a woman, and how I should expect a man to treat me.
And he gave me the best Christmas present I have ever been given. One he hand made a wonderful case for my Barbie Dolls, complete with a little mirror for them, a place to hang all their little clothes, and he even hand made these little wire hangers for all their clothes to hang. I still have it and it is one of my most cherished possessions.
For these and so many reasons, too many to list, I am proud to call Jim Burch my Dad. If I could have looked out and chosen who my father would be, I would have chosen you.
Love you Dad. Happy Father’s Day.
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Posted by adalamar on June 19, 2015
The dictionary says a lot is a large number or amount; a great deal; much.
It has taken a lot to get me here today.
It has taken a lot of miles, down dirt roads, paved paths , with a many footsteps.
A lot of jumps and leaps of faith, and irregular beats and a lot of movement.
It has taken me a lot of years, a lot of prayer and a lot of, so much of, hard core steel.
It has taken a lot of stubbornness, just simply too much, too unwilling to not make it
It has taken a lot of grit. And Dirt and dust and mud.
It has taken a lot of crawling, on my knees, on my stomach when I was too weak to stand, face to the ground, too low to even see the horizon sometimes.
It has taken a lot of strength. It has taken a lot of feeling, and stretching, and tearing. A lot of breaking, a lot of leaking, a lot of ripping and tripping.
It has taken a lot of pain. A lot of, more than can possibly be counted, more than can be fathomed in the mind, of tears, and heartache, that goes so deep that even the soul seems shallow in comparison.
It has taken a lot of weakness, of mine, of others, of theirs and yes, even of yours, so much of yours, to get where I am. A lot of talk, a lot of yelling and lot of screaming, in my mind what I wanted to say, but could not say for a lot of, so many, reasons.
It has taken a lot of heart beats, each one, one by one, tearfully, painfully, regretfully, lovingly, angrily, mournfully, let go, one at a time.
It has taken more love, more hope, more compassion, more feeling, more of everything, a lot more of everything than I ever imagined possible, even in my deepest dreams, or baddest nightmares, or most fearless daydreams.
It has taken a lot of you, a lot of them, a lot of those. And most of all, it has taken a lot of me. Taken so much of me, that I have wondered is anything left of me? Is any me left in here?
It has taken a lot of stress and loss, and a lot of gain. It has taken a lot to forget a lot of things. It has taken a lot of my blood, my sweat and the sweet taste of him. It has taken every bit of life, every drop, unwanted, unaltered, unadulterated, unplanned and undiscovered, to get me here today.
It has taken a lot because I wanted to be here today. A lot because, mostly because, all because, I wanted to be here. I wanted to say I am still here. I wanted to see the other side, and see the color of the sky, and the warmth of the sun, feel the wildness of the wind, hear what it has to say to me, deep in the dawn. I wanted to speak to the sunrise and breathe with the sunset.
But first it took a lot.
And now, it is a a lot better than I thought it would be. The sky is a lot brighter, the wind is a lot lighter, the air is a lot crisper and my heart is a lot, so much more full. Life is a lot btter. And here I am.
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Posted by adalamar on June 17, 2015
Always do what you are afraid to do. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Fear. Even the word is unpleasant. What is it, why is it that sometimes we get so wrapped up fearing what we fear? I was once asked the question, what would you do if you were not afraid? At first this question may seem a little silly, but think about it for a second. Would you be a singer on stage? Climb a mountain? A famous actor? Flip your boss the finger and walk out? What about the kind of fear that is a little more subtle…emotional fear. What would you do if you were not afraid?
There are very few monsters who warrant the fear we have of them. – Andre Gide
Would you trust someone? Would you love someone? Would you let your guard down? Say I love you? Say I can’t love you? Would you stand up for yourself more, or defend someone else? Would you reach out and risk rejection, if there was no fear?
I say I am stronger than fear. – Malala Yousafzaa
In this day and age of making the most of fear into headlines that sell, it may seem and feel counter initiative to face that which you fear most. But I think sometimes, it is exactly what needs to be done.
I think fear holds us back in the worst of ways and keeps us from being the best we can be, living our best lives as our best selves. It keeps us in our safe little shells, never knowing the warmth of the sun, or the trill of the wind. But we are human, and fear is a very basic and human emotion. So what do we do about it? I am facing my fears, one step and one day at a time. With knees shaking, heart beating, sweaty palms, mind racing, what-ifs running, throat in my chest, but I am doing it. And it is…scary.
Don’t be afraid to see what you see. – Ronald Reagan
What is it that I fear exactly? Rejection. Not being loved. Being thought of as less than, even though I know that I am not. Of being vulnerable. Of being disappointed. Of not being wanted, and being tossed to the side. Of letting go. Sometimes we get so caught up in our fears that we forget to ask – what is the worst thing that could happen? For me – …nothing really. They are all things I have experienced before, and I am still here, alive and kicking. And still, my knees are weak.
Maybe it’s not so much about what happens afterward, but more about the fact that you faced your fear in the first place. Maybe, that is where ground is gained. And I can walk away knowing that no matter what happens, I am better off for fear facing. And from this comes a new though: Let fear face me, not the other way around.
Fear is static that prevents me from hearing myself. – Samuel Butler
And in that, maybe we can uncover that which we are trying to find and crave most. Maybe we can find ourselves by losing the fear. In addition to my self growth, I am walking away from those people and situations that no longer serve me or are in my best interest. Because fear of being with the wrong people in my circle makes me step out of my comfort zone and re evaluate from time to time.
So let go, face off, square up, and buckle down. It may be a bumpy ride, but I promise, it will be worth it when you get there. Shed the fear to gain your life.
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Posted by adalamar on May 28, 2015
Sometimes, in life we look around and realize that a new chapter is beginning. Chapters may close simultaneously leaving room for other things, people, places, experiences, jobs…adventure. And this can be scary, but exciting at the same time.
And this is where I find myself. Suddenly I look around and the life I have led over the last four years is not the landscape which I see. It has all changed, chapters have closed, and I look at the blank canvass before me.
I have long said that we have the ability to write the life that we want, The Life We Build. Still, though, sometimes things happen outside of our control and we find ourselves in unfamiliar territory, living the life we did not write ourselves. And that also happened to me, over the last 4 years especially. While I do not regret anything, and know I did the best I could, it was very hard. The emotional cost was very high.
When we love and experience pain, life carves out deep spaces within us and imprints our soul forever. We carry those experiences with us and then slowly, surely, as doors close and others open, and those new expereinces and people happen to us, love fills in the cracks and and makes us whole, makes us stronger. But that also requires some letting go. And that letting go has poured out of my soul, out of swollen eyes and onto wet cheeks, even onto the shirt of a good friend. And just like the rain, those tears have cleared away the dust and pollen and left everything clean and fresh.
Now that I look around, and realize the tough times are over, I want to spread my wings and celebrate. I want to make that that I wanted, and start to build 4 years ago. And I am starting now.
A new job is starting, with new writing assignments, new people and new adventures. I am in a new house, a new back yard, new patio, new grill and new garden with new little flowers blooming.
I am taking new kickboxing and belly dancing classes. After cleaning out and letting go of all of the old, I am now ready for all of the new. I am working on a goal board, which I have not done seriously in many years. I am setting goals visualizing and creating the life I want. I am writing this new chapter and it is going to be spectacular. It feels so good to have my life back.
And Love, Yes I am putting myself out there again. I’ve joined a dating site, something I said I would ever do again. But this time with a new attitude. I am searching not from a place of emptiness, but from a place of full. I don’t need anything from anyone, I don’t need a partner…I want one. I want someone real, and deep, and strong to make me a part of their life and for them to be a part of mine. I want to laugh a lot, take new adventures together, grow and love together. I want to dance in the kitchen, talk all night until we fall asleep, snuggle up on the couch and travel too.
But most of all, I want someone who sees that I am worth it. Who isn’t afraid to be 100% committed to being in a relationship and seeing where that goes. I am tired of little boys who are afraid of everything in a relationship, afraid to be open and have others open up to them. Afraid to be needed, or wanted or depended upon. I am ready, and I want someone who is ready too. And if it doesn’t work, that’s OK, at least I took that step and believed, and tried and trusted and jumped.
So this is it, the first page of this new chapter. Sometimes all the new can be scary, and that’s OK. I am scared too, and excited. So what’s in store? Who knows…the rest is still unwritten…
But I can;t wait to see where this story goes!
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Posted by adalamar on May 13, 2015
The world lost a great soul today. Rob/Rex as many called him. I called him friend, and it was an honor. He ‘discovered’ one of my best friends and me, hired us and put us to work at the local radio station in my hometown- and inspired me to start what would be a 15 year career in broadcasting. He was one of the best bosses I have ever had and he constantly encouraged others to be the best they could be.
I wrote a piece called Your Awakening several years ago, a piece about my search for love. And his response is below; describing his life and reassuring me that nothing was passing me by, that life not going as planned is a blessing, that I am, and what is inside of me right now, is enough, that I need not keep searching for what I thought I was missing in myself. For he was a great writer as well. Please enjoy the glimpse into the soul of a beautiful human being.
Your Awakening Response:
I see it this way: from a guy who has pissed away more great chances in a week than most men will see in a year: I’ve been allowed to see incomprehensible scenery connected to a brain that “gets it”.
Without those missed chances I would have: never been able to speak of the pain of an aborted father in the throes of post-regret, nor spoken to others who are bleeding the same way. Never known the kind of fervor and spit and fire it takes to speak my mind into a howling wind and actually made it slice through.
Never known the dubious pleasure of bringing down a pseudo-Napoleon living as king of his particular hill in a school system I pay for.
Never heard the voice of a now-relieved-son thanking me for helping his invalid grandmother out of a winter storm
Never had the ocean-powered wave of gratitude wash over me when I, alone, stood with one, wrongly accused, against a courtroom full of antagonists. (Not-guilty, by the way)
Never known the sheer power of being the one in the fray who is COMMITTED.
Never been able to speak of true, unrequited, ripped-apart love to an adolescent who’s going through the same thing.
Never known the joy of vocally and VERY audibly cheering a teenager when they finally excelled at something and got their due for it.
Never seen the pain in a true friend’s eyes when they buried their youngest. Never been able to hold them and let them cry the way they would only in a true friend’s arms.
Never been blessed to help bear the pain of someone you love on any level.
Never felt so dirty and ashamed as to chase even my closest friends off.
Never felt the heat of a South Georgia summer.
Or the cold of a Kentucky ice storm.
Or the power of an Alabama thunderstorm.
Or the thundering beauty of a Mississippi sunset.
Or the caress of a Tennessee mountain morning.
Or the complete release of a hearty and block-shattering “KISS MY ASS” to authority.
Or of watching the pain
Would never had heard the crowd’s approval swell like a big gentle wave in the warm Gulf.
Or my new bride, taking such care to dress in some kind of frilly underpinnings complete with garters and white stockings say, “…do you mind if we don’t”, on my wedding night.
Not a bit. I just drove three hours through nowhere, Mississippi to say to the hotel clerk, “I’ve waited 31 years to say this: I just got married, and I need a room.” I was tired. Be real.
I would have missed words like, “I do”, “You may take your planet home”, “Would you hand me the piano?”, “I want to try everything, tonight.”, and “Honey, wake up. Hannah Newton was killed last night in a car wreck. John was right behind her.”
Not all of these are pleasant or desirable but they are rich. A mosaic of life. If we didn’t like imperfection and character, photographs would far outsell paintings. It’s what we’re here for.
I would have missed the roar of the greasepaint, the smell of the crowd, and the cussing of the GM.
And I would have missed you and your smile.
Most of all.
Stop searching. It’s already there.
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Posted by adalamar on May 2, 2015
Life is messy. We have to, in our lifetime, deal with betrayal, lies, heartache and false friends. But in the end, those that try to harm us and hurt us only make us stronger. Better. And they hate that. The best revenge truly is simply being happy and living a fabulous life. And when you move on, happy and confident, it is your life returned to you. And each time we feel pain, we feel it a little deeper in our soul, until we are the beautiful, complex works of art we were meant to be. But life must carve out those deep spaces in us first.
When I was 19 I read a book called the Prophet. Amazing book. It changed my life. In it was the passage that said:
“But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.”
I decided right then and there, at the tender age of 19, that I would live a life that was full – full of love, sorrow, joy, tears, laughter and much, much more. I decided that I would make my life the great epic novel it could be. I have been soared above the clouds and crashed below the ocean. I have made mistakes and paid dearly for them. And I would do it all over again. Because in the end, everyone, those who like me and those who do not, will never be able to deny that I lived and loved with my whole heart.
But this life wears you out sometimes, wounds you, gives you scars. They heal, yes, but scars they leave just the same. And then we wake up, all tattered and torn, and wonder about our lives and get very introspective. I wonder if the choice I made to live life to the fullest, both the good and the bad, was the right choice? Then I read the following quote from a book titled Kisses from Katie:
I was like the Velveteen Rabbit. I was tattered and worn out. I’d been hurt and scarred and banged around a bit in the past year, but God was using all those things to help me become real. I was coming to understand that what it means to be real is to love and be loved until there is nothing left. And when there is nothing left, and we feel we’re all in pieces, God begins to make us whole. He makes us real.
These words spoke to my heart and soul. And I realized that only in living life to the fullest, can we truly honor God’s plan for us. Only in experiencing and loving till there is nothing left, can we honor the life we are meant to live. The desire to live a meaningful life of purpose is universal. It is in our bones, our blood, our humanity. We strive.
Because in this life, what really matters? It is not the big house or expensive things, though they may give us enjoyment. But they are not real. What is real is loving, playing, working, kissing, living, with all your heart. Those we hurt us show us who we are supposed to be, and give us the life we are supposed to have. They help us reach the heights we only would have imagined. So I thank all those who helped make me real.
Life fills us up, carves us out, makes us grow. The pain we feel might crack, bruise, or maybe even break us for a bit, but then life, faith and love pour into us, filling up the cracks and crevices, making us stronger, better than what were before, or even what we thought we could be. This is our journey, our story of life.
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Posted by adalamar on April 16, 2015
A word has been on my mind as of the last week, and what it means to me. Friendship. It means so many thing to so many people. And indeed, friendship can have meanings and manifestations for us in our own lives.
I believe that I am surrounded by the best friends in the world, and the past few weeks have really shown that to me very clearly. The people in my life, that I am blessed to call friends, are fiercely loyal and help, in a heartbeat, when needed. Not when it’s convenient, not when they can, or after this or that. But there, when you need it, no questions asked. In the time of despair, or darkness, or need. They are right there, beside me, in the rain, late at night, with the laughter, wine, tears, support and love.
Yes they truly are my heart, and I am lucky to have them.
But they are not just the kind of friends who will be there for you, they are the kind of friends who love you, no matter what, warts and all, while still demanding that you be your best self. This may sound contradictory, but it isn’t. What do I mean? I mean we all need, and are very lucky if we have, those kinds of friends who will call us out when needed. Those who will pull us aside when we get out of line, when we are not trying our best, when we are getting just a little outside of the acceptable level of crazy. They keep us grounded, and inspire us to be the best that we really, truly can be.
They are the ones who see us, in all of out faults and shortcomings, yet still believe in our potential. Which is why they won’t allow us to be anything less than what we can be. Yes, we may need some time to regroup, slow down, break down, melt down…but if we stay there too long, these are the friends that give us the kick in the pants we need to get ourselves out of there before we take up residence.
I have had my best friends call me out when making excuses, when I was not making the best choices, when maybe that dress did make me look…bad. If my ego ever gets too big, my mouth too loud, my Grace too absent, my patience too thin…they will be right there, to tell me to put my big girl panties on, grow up, get over it, deal with it, snap out of it, grow out of it, break up with it, get it back, bury it, and what ever needs to be done to it. And I do the same for them.
In essence, your friends hold the mirror up to us, while over looking all the imperfections. They represent the best of everything we are, and what we wish we could be, while propelling us to be more than we thought might be. They are the space between the heartbeats, because in that is space is where live is contained.
I don’t know where I would be without these wonderful friends, who bravely follow, support, believe in, comfort…love. In all my unloveable self. But they know, I am the same friend to them that they have shown themselves to be to me, we are that for each other. Friendship like this isn’t free, it must be mutually beneficial and reciprocated.
And as I sit at this keyboard and type, and sip a bit of wine, I realize just how blessed I am. I didn’t always have such loyal wonderful people to call friends, for my heart to call home. And those are the friendships that bind.
And as I am transitioning from one area of my life to another, I am thankful to have them with me.
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Posted by adalamar on March 29, 2015
Recently I read an article that talked about Today is one of my favorite things to read. It is a guilty pleasure, because there has always been a fascination as to how people work, what makes them tick and the many different perspectives there are. Recently there was an article about the best traits for those who are mentally strong. Two of the characteristics were grit and curiosity.
I think another one, though it did not make the list, is perseverance. No matter what, you can’t give up, you must be able to dig your heels in and just do it.
Sometimes we need a break, so step away and clear our minds. This can do wonders for our mood, our perspective and our outlook. And then there are times to just take control.
I have taken several breaks lately, but I am thinking that is the wrong way to approach life right now. Instead of running away, or taking breaks, I need to dig my heels in deep. One of the best ways to get the To-Do list done, it to start doing it. So little by little, I will check off the list.
And already there is a good start: Belly dance and kickboxing classes have been started to help with exercise and getting back into shape. Things have been put into motion career wise and will soon take place. The rental house is coming together. I am getting ready to paint, and smaller things like laundry and cleaning out the garage are coming a long as well. I am studying grace and forgiveness, improving the frequency of my creative writing and planning the planting of the garden.
I am better when in motion, even though rest and relaxation do have their place. But what was I thinking running away, instead of facing the long list of To-Do? And after the list is done, before the next one is stated, that is when to get away, to celebrate, to enjoy.
Spring is here and Summer is coming, and if the timing is just right, all can line up perfectly. The time is now. Life is now. And I cannot wait, as a serge of optimism runs through me. Digging into life is going to be delicious.
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Posted by adalamar on March 29, 2015
We all go through those times in life were we have to take pause and figure out our next move. And sometimes it can be difficult to get motivated to take the first or second step, especially if we have felt overwhelmed or burned out. It be difficult to get out of a rut..
Recently I have had trouble just doing it, whatever it is that I have planned for my next move, getting motivated to really put 110% in all of my projects and pans. This is new to me. I am usually very driven and serious about obtaining goals I have set for myself.
This week, I watched a friend’s video challenge about working out, and she asked, how do you get out of a rut? How do you stay motivated? This started me thinking…what does make people motivated? What drives you? From where does the passon come? And where is mine?
And so I asked, many friends, to share their thoughts on motivation, passion and drive. One of my friends said he plays drums, or goes to a park to eat and think or makes love to his wife. Another says what motivates him to keep going, even after failure, is to be better for his children and to show them that you have to keep going and keep trying always. To never give up. He also wants to show them, through example, to always follow your heart and your dreams. And Yet another friend said it was his curiosity and sense of adventure that motivates and drives him to his goals. He wants to see if he can do it.
One of my best friends says when she is in a rut, she thinks that you have to step out of your comfort zone. She also sets realistic goals, prays a lot and has faith that anything is possible with God. Another friend says she meditates and says affirmations that help give her strength when she is tired.
All of these are great answers and reasons. For me, I think it is going to be a combination of all of these reasons and rationales. I am stepping out of my comfort zone, quite a bit, stretching, reaching to grow and be better. I pray and try to have faith, though sometimes it is hard and I fall short. You should always follow your dreams, and indeed I am living them by being a writer. But there is still something else that is missing.
The trick is to figure out how you want you life to feel, and be motivated to follow the steps to make it so (yes, I did just quote Star Treck). There are personal and professional goals that have been set. Bridget Jones and I are looking to loose that illusive 20 lbs. Taking my career n a different direction, finishing the book, projects on the rental house, and saving money are all on the agenda. OH, yes and finding my motivation.
And I think sometimes, when you have felt overwhelmed, confused, unsure, insecure or even a little lost, sometimes you just have to reach deep down inside, where the soul meets the ground, and pull your motivation up from deep within. You have to just do it, by sheer force of will, even when you have no desire to do so. Lack of motivation can be the motivation, to get past it, baby step by baby step. And the thing about baby steps, is that eventually you will travel miles.
And I never want to settle, never want to stop striving to be better, a better person, a better writer, and better friend, daughter, a better me. And I want to be of service to others. I am truly the happiest, when I am serving and helping other people for whom I care. To lavish love, care and friendship on those who are closest. This is what makes me, my life, feel the best. And I want more of that.
And that is the thing about life, the gift of it, is that this life is ours to write We write the life that we want, the story we want. And if we really could have a map that tells us exactly how to get where we want to go, straight from point A to Point B, would we really want to take that straight path? Or, would we still choose the meandering sidewalks, and all those wonderful, unplanned people, magical moments, tears, laughter and stories that happen along the way?
Who cares if things get a little out of order on the journey? And what does it matter if we have to put out a sign every now and then that says “remodeling, please excuse the mess”? It’s ok, we can do it. We can have the life we want to feel.
And what do I Ant? A job that is creative, where I can work in a good collaborative environment, a book that sells many copies and inspires people to laugh and love. and in love, I want a man who I can laugh with, trust, and who makes me feel loved and wanted. In essence I want a life that feels good. And I can get there one baby step and one prayer at a time.
***Thank you to all my friends who contributed their insights on motivation, drive and passion.****
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Posted by adalamar on March 6, 2015
We all have those moments, those trips in life that give us some space and perspective. Some quiet time to release thoughts and ponder of decisions and as my travel partner takes a nap I type on the balcony, fingers flying across the keys like they have not done in quite a while.
My writing and creativity has been a bit stifled as of late. Sometimes you have to work through things before you can write about them. And I plan my future, adding details and filling in the blanks about what, where and how to get there. It’s a universal theme for many these days, the planning of what is to come, the goals we record to attain the life we want, well lived and well loved.
And as a cool breeze crossed my café, I think about many things when I was younger, and all that has brought me here today.
When I was 23, I knew I was good with words and good on a dance floor on a Saturday night. I knew I was petrified of relationships but desperate and anxious for a man to love me. And I did fall in love, ridiculously in love, with a man who is still known as the love of my life. Whose name I called, whose voice I still know, whose laughter still rings in my ears, even now when I talk to him and both of us have moved on from that place.
I knew I was hard-working and kind. I knew I’d spend the rest of my life devoted to my parents and my family. I knew my address wouldn’t last long in the stifling, sticky enclaves of south Georgia.
But, I didn’t know a hell of a lot more than I did know.
Because you can’t anticipate the explosions, the messes, the deaths and the self-destructions of your 20s 30s and 40’s. You simply cannot anticipate Life. You’re unable to forecast adultery, deceptions, newfound passions, and those alluring and unexpected opportunities that rock the certainties you’ve stood upon for as long as you can remember. You can’t calculate and control feelings. You can’t anticipate that moment you’ll become so entirely undone that you don’t even recognize the strands of self billowing out behind you, catching the wind and drifting away before you can grab hold again.
And there’s no escaping any of it, of course. There’s no preparation either, other than the slow, steady build of a reserve of good friends, good wine, self-confidence, humor, and courage—the pillars that, like Rome, won’t fall down when everything else does.
The pillars that, years later, decades later, remain, however cracked, however faded, however damaged.
I told this bright and eager young woman my heartbreak story tonight, and that time, those years, that one man, that part of me—it sounded so far away. It sounded old. And maybe that’s because even though my life has taken a radically different course than I’d ever imagined or hoped for, I’m making it work for me now, and I’m happy, fresh, acutely present and appreciative.
She studied me, and she crinkled her beautifully unwrinkled eyes, and said that it takes quite a woman to bounce back from such blows, such bleeding.
It takes quite a woman for many things:
Birthing a child, raising a good citizen of the world, burying a parent, contributing thoughtfully to society, giving generously, moving through the days mindfully and healthfully, constantly pushing against barriers and prejudices, surviving the betrayals, heart aches, lies and mis judgments, supporting and nurturing partners and families and friends, learning, teaching, loving, loving always—even when the heart beats slow and heavy and weary, and those pillars you yearn to lean against stand oh so far away and out of reach.
And as the sun sets, and the waves rise, as trees on the balcony shake their leaves, I sit back and let out a long, deep breath. It’s quite and adventure, this illusion of planning, this game called life that goes on. .And I think, maybe I have found my place, this weekend away, where I can write, where the wood meet the water, and both country and beach can exist. But life always marches to it’s own beat, and all we can do love well, be our best and hold on tight.
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Posted by adalamar on February 25, 2015
Bargain Bin heartache
Bargain bin heartache
They go for a dime a dozen
So many on the street
From everyone all the way to your cousin
Hurry, hurry Get it all right here,
Hurry up now,
get it now while it’s hot
Empty your pockets boy
Let me see what all you’ve got
Ain’t she a beauty?
Up there on the stage
And if you hurry up and buy now boy
You can even keep the cage.
Don’t pay those tears no mind
They’ll dry up in time
Just say a few kind words, ya hear?
Her self esteem is on decline.
It’s just a bargain bin heartache, boy
As common as the cold
But just shine her up a bit
And no one will ever know.
Say the right words to her
And she’ll let you inside
Don’t matter if you mean them
Now, you’re taking too long to decide
She’s at a good price
For her age, condition and ware
But to get her out of those clothes boy
You’ve got to pretend like you care.
So get her heartache in the bargain bin
You could find a treasure or two
But you really want to know a secret boy?
If you really love her, she’ll be good as new.
That’s the one and only polish boy
That don’t loose it’s shine
So take this treasure home, love her
And you’ll truly have a priceless find.
Running on fumes
I’m running in fumes baby
I got nothing left,
Exhausted and weary
Nothing to be kept whole
I got part of me only
A rip trodden heart
I am here in transition, stuck in first gear
I feel like things are in regression
Runnin on fumes, an empty tank
Ain’t nothing but Gods Grace an prayers
To get me through this journey
Feeling worn out,
Just one more step, I said 100 steps ago
Got at least another thousand on just this road to go
So please hold my hand, I might stumble and fall
Please understand if I don’t always come when you call
But dont give up on me, I beg you please
Once the soul is rested, I’ll again be one and whole
So just hang one with me
Because I am running on fumes baby..
Second hand heart
Take care of this second hand heart
It’s been given as a gift
Then given back
Over and again
It was given in earnest
Each and every time
Precious and carefully wrapped
Painstakingly thought though
But ones mans gift is another mans trash
And not everyone finds beauty in art
Or art in a sunset
Or love in returning eyes.
So be gentle with this second hand heart.
Tattered and torn,
But strong for the wear
And close the door softly shapd you leave.
.I have no regrets, looking back on the landscape if this year, on this life. I have no regrets on what I have done and what has been left undone.
There are no words that haunt me, spoken or kept still. No actions that trouble my soul, no undone thrill.
There are no tears that have been dried or kept at bay, or escaping down my cheek from rims of wide weary eyes, that partake in regret.
No longing set free, no feelings left unturned. There is nothing to look back upon, and wish another way from me.
And as I look back at the rim of this year, this long, hard, undone, overdone year, that makes me want a other walk down the path to choose another road.
I am as for all of it, every bit. The complete all of it. I don’t regret a thing am am glad for it all, the good bad and the big and small.
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Posted by adalamar on February 19, 2015
It is Ash Wednesday today and the start of the Lenten season.And this season is going to be packed full of challenges, I can tell already.
Lent is a time to quietly reflect on life and where you want to go, from where you are coming and what you want to be. It is a time of reflection and discipline. This year I am giving up soft drinks, which is actually harder to give up than chocolate. I’ve never given up coffee, for the safety of all those around me.
What do you do when it’s Lent and you are over your head in everything about life? I don’t know for sure. Lent is a time to simplify, but what happens when life is complicated in the 40 days before Easter? Maybe that is when we need our faith and discipline the most.
While talking to a wise man about the struggles of work, he said something that really struck me: In life, you have to be disciplined enough to not let you emotions rule what you do. You stay focused, show up and do the work you need to do.
Oh, but that can be so hard. Because we are human, because we are busy, because we do have bad days, and stress and emotions. Because we have hearts and souls that are imbalanced and beautifully, wonderfully imperfect.
But that doesn’t mean that we can’t try, every day, to be better, do better feel better.
This year I am working on so many things, to read more about Grace, daily, to exercise, keep the house clean, writer more (have about 5 blogs I have been meaning to write), work harder, take time for me, relax, water the plants before they shrivel into brown sticks with no leaves…
And maybe one day I will get there. Until then, I am imperfect in my flaws of over being overwhelmed by everything on the to-do list. Amazed at the little miracles I see every day, constantly curious about how it is all going to work out, and humbly hopeful about the outcomes.
I strive for Grace on a daily basis and failed miserably today. An aggravating day exasperated by lack of sleep due to no heat last night, I huffed and puffed, cursed under my breath, yelled out some curse words even, jumped in frustration, and cried in exhaustion.
And yet here we are in Lent. So here we go, committing to do the best we can, tomorrow.
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Posted by adalamar on January 26, 2015
TV is a very powerful medium. Reporters and journalists are powerful individuals, telling stories and giving a voice to those who have none, those who have been wronged, or those who have stories that need to be told. Today I was fortunate to have Jim Strickland of WSBTV, Channel 2 Action News be my champion. After six months of trying to negotiate with the sellers Richard Porter and Leslie Mathis, who sold me a house full of toxic mold, it was time to be taken seriously. And so I contact Jim. And he thought the story was worth telling.
I bought my first home in March of 2014. The honeymoon didn’t last long as one week into the purchase, the roof was leaking – and it never stopped leaking.
The there was the faulty malfunctioning HVAC system that barely cooled, left the house with 65-73% humidity and left me with $600 electric bills each month. Five, yes, 5 HVAC professionals later, and it was determined that the entire system needed to be replaced – even though the sellers said in writing that they had replaced the unit.Richard Porter and Lesle Mathis denied any responsibility, stating there was no materiel misrepresentation during the sale of the house and they had done everything they were legally responsible to do.
And then there was the mold – black, toxic, ugly and literally – sickening. And I was sick while I lived there – sore through, headaches, asthma-like symptoms, skin rashes, fatigue – all symptoms of toxic mold exposure. Not to mention my pets and the vet bills, or my elderly father who was there recovering from chemo for liver cancer.
Once I found out it was toxic mold, I moved out immediately. I stayed with my sister and with friends while “homeless”, trying to figure out what to do since i had been displaced. Finally, after moving all my possessions out of the moldy house and into storage, I found a house to rent.
Three mold inspections, one mold analysis, and one assessment by and engineering and air quality form later – here I am. And hopefully, with the filing of one lawsuit, the sellers will be forced to buy the house back and I can move on as well.
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Posted by adalamar on January 24, 2015
These days, in the world of fast cars, fast food and faster turn-around, I have been enjoying the simple things in the slow lane. It’s not as much taking time to smell the roses as it is just catching my breath, and letting life catch up with me. That’s the thing about moving so fast, sometimes you have to let everything catch up. And sometimes when you are knee deep in it, just getting through it, you don’t have time. So you just move ahead at light speed and get it done.
But then what? After it’s all over, and the lights are dim, crowds are gown, cheers or jeers have subsided and all is quiet…then what?
Then you are left with slowing down, taking a break, catching your breath and just being still. I like to be still. That’s one of the things I like best about early morning (yes, I am occasionally up before or at sunrise – it does happen!). The early morning is so peaceful, still and quiet. It is pure, before the day has set in; before traffic, and bosses, and deadlines, and emails, and phone calls, and bills and concerns,and …everything. Morning is when you can hear the voice of God, I think.
And so in this moment, I am taking time to slow down and be still. To find my grounding and roots. To make sure the foundation on which I build, and whom I might build with, is solid and secure. I take time to let all my emotions of the past year or so percolate and catch up with me, so that moving forward there are no remnants. There have been plenty of tearful moments as it all comes back – almost losing my Dad, seeing my Mom so tired and worn, being so weary myself, saying goodbye to old dear friends, and wondering if they were ever really there at all.
Knowing the pain of caring too much, knowing too little, and having just enough. Of deeply hoping, praying in earnest, crying profoundly from the deepest parts of the soul, genuinely loving and wholeheartedly believing, mostly because, all because, you simply could not bring yourself to believe anything else. To believe with such sincerity and passion,that by the Grace of God, it is so.
And so it is now, that I sit,on a Friday night, glass if wine in one hand while typing with the other. What about all those parties and invites? What about all those good times, places and people? Oh, they’ll keep. Right now, life is all about my warm blanket, a fireplace, a good book, maybe a TV show or two, the sound of a purring cat, my favorite fuzzy PJ’s, good music, a soft bed, the sound of the dishwasher and the knowledge that the simple things are what feeds my soul right now. Oh, I am not ready to come out of hibernation, not yet. Just a little while longer in my own warm little world. Maybe by spring I’ll be ready.
And then when I return, the foundation will be set, them support strong and life may resume at regular speed. To be flexible you must first be stable. And until then, there are my soft fuzzy sock, hot chocolate, and warm snuggles. Yes, it is the simple things in life.
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Posted by adalamar on January 14, 2015
It was a wet, dreary and rainy morning today. Not the kind of day that you want to be driving in rush hour Atlanta traffic. And yet there I was, stuck behind a thousand other cars. And the directions to the attorneys office were wrong, and to a directionally challenged person, this does not help at all.
Actually, it wasn’t so much the directions to the office that was a problem, because I had the address. It was the directions to the parking deck, for which I did not have the address that was the problem. Thirty minutes, several one way streets and countless curse words later, I finally parked in the designated parking area for the law firm.
The meeting with the attorney was good and things are moving forward in a good fashion with the house of mold. I am optimistic about the outcome. Still, it is a very emotional subject, as you discuss, in explicit detail, everything that has happened, from the first time the roof leaked, to the first spot of mold, to all the sickness, moving out, staying with friend and finally finding a place to live. Describing the feeling of total helplessness as you watch a waterfall come down your walls when it rains.
Feeling emotionally spent, I went back to the car and headed to pay for parking – $20 flat fee for an hour. But when I got up to pay, something strange and quite wonderful happened – the attendant said my parking had been paid by the man in front of me, who often does such things on a random basis.
And with that small generous gesture, a smile was back on my face. What a wonderful unexpected thing! A random kindness, given to me on this rainy, cold and emotional day.
Always give back, when you can. For everyone is fighting a battle you know nothing about and you never know when your kind act is needed for a weary spirit. It felt like a little hug, a Godwink letting me know that even on such a tough day, it will all be OK. Because that’s what happens when we take care of each other.
And always pay attention to the little things. When I was busy trying to get back to work and get many things done, there was this perfect little moment that made me feel so much better. That man will never know what a gift he gave – more than just the $20 for my parking. He gave a tired girl a reason to believe, he gave a smile to someone who had just 10 minutes earlier been crying in an attorneys office, and he gave a reminder that while all days will not be perfect, we can still find the perfect even in the rain and cold. Yes, it truly is the little things in life. But when those little things add up to so much, can we really consider them little?
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Posted by adalamar on January 5, 2015
With any new beginning there will naturally come challenges and obstructions. Do not become discouraged by them, do not fall into fear and doubt, but rather, cleave in faith and continue on, confident that the Divine is with you and that you will overcome whatever challenges and obstructions that arise. Remember, the challenges and obstructions we encounter are integral to a greater progress and our eventual success. – Gamze Ridley
Today I received the final word on my House of Mold…not only is it full of toxic mold, but I cannot return for any reason without a Hazmat suit because the infestation has permeated ever part of the house. It is not safe to breath even for 5 minutes. The house must be condemned and destroyed to make sure no one else suffers further illness. It is also recommended that I get further medical testing to determine the level of permanent damage to lungs and respiratory system.
Hearing this was rather overwhelming, even though on some level it was expected. My heart went into my throat and I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks. Yes I cried. I just didn’t expect it to be that…bad. And I threw myself the obligatory pity party for the remainder of the evening, sending out text messages, telling friends, discussing what it all meant.
And then I realized, this isn’t the end of the world. I will be fine. While the idea of living in that house for 6 months, when it’s not safe to breath for 5 minutes is terrifying, I am OK. Having my house condemned isn’t going to kill me, neither is walking away from the disaster and giving it back to the bank. Though it is not how I wanted it to be, “it is what it is and it ain’t getting no isser.”
And with that the pity party was done and I thought why not remain positive? After all, I have been extremely lucky thus far. Things could have always been worse. I could have been a lot sicker with many more health issues; I found the mold quickly when it could have taken years.
Part of life is just getting through it. Things won’t always go your way. There will be adversities to overcome, challenges to meet, and difficulties to chase. And that’s OK. Continual smooth waters are not conducive to forming a well rounded person. We must rise to overcome in order to find out just how high the human spirit can sore.
And while we may have a few scars or be weary from those hard times, they are worth it. For it is that which makes us great, which makes us richer, deeper, finer, more compassionate beings. It is what makes us our most human, and our most beautiful.
So, I will appreciate, maybe even celebrate to condemnation of my house and it’s subsequent foreclosure. Because that means I lived through it and came out the other side. I will appreciate the tears that may fall between now and then, for it means that I can feel deep emotion. I will appreciate the experience of the coming legal proceedings and pray for justice. And I will appreciate and celebrate all that this life gives me, because every day I breath is a gift. And I will appreciate the scars left behind, because they only add to the beauty and splendor of being human. And in being human, I find Peace.
And I will look forward and not fear the future. I don’t know what is coming in the days, weeks and even years ahead. But I am here. And this is a new beginning.
‘Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,’ he asked, ‘or bit by bit?’
‘It doesn’t happen all at once,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.’ ― Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit
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Posted by adalamar on January 4, 2015
Sometimes, one of the hardest things about writing is figuring out the opening sentence or line that might catch someone’s attention get them reading further and deeper. Just sitting down to write this post, I have come up with quite a few opening lines:
- It’s that time of year again…my birthday month!!!
- Just when you thought you were safe from another “New Year” blog
- As I sit here, in my PJ’s…
And sometimes, planning out the next year can be just as challenging. I for one, am beyond happy to see the end of 2014, and am ecstatic about 2015. There is a sense of optimism and happiness. But how does one go about changing their life for the better exactly? Not sure on that one, though many thousands of books have been written, and many thousands more no doubt. Maybe it’s really not an exact science. Maybe it’s all by trial and error. Wouldn’t it be great if we had a compass to tell us where to go for that good life we want, or when we may be veering off track? A magic 8 Ball that really did have all the answers?
First I want to take care of myself. Like many women, I stopped taking care of myself and took care of others instead. And when all was said and done, I was sitting on empty. That is changing. I now look around at at empty house (except for the cats) and realize that I am bound by nothing…The world is mine to find adventure, with new things to trip over, places to fall into and new drinks to spill. I am picking up where I left off so to speak and it feels good. And scary. And exciting. And overwhelming.
I stopped working out and exercising. I stopped hiking, Stopped going to live music shows, or the botanical gardens. I quit fixing my hair, trying make up things and just having a bit of fun and enjoyment in general. And adventure doesn’t have to be far from home, as long as you stay curious and keep quality people around you. For example, I had the best New Years I have had in a very long time. The best thing in the world, is when you are having such a wonderful time that you loose track and don’t even realize it’s midnight…
“Well behaved women seldom make history “- Laurel Thatcher Ulrich
And I want to take a vacation this year. On a beach. I miss the beach, miss the water. It’s calling my name. FINALLY publishing my book is on the list. I had to put it down to tend to other things and now, just like the rest of my life, it’s time to start it back up again. So if any of you know any publishers….
Exercise. The Dreadmill, the bane of my existence. But exercise I will. Not just to loose a few pounds, but because I felt better when I was exercising. And I have set up a wonderful workout/zen area in my bedroom that will be perfect for rain day workouts and Pilates. Also, the garage is organized with space for the heavy bag. Yes, it’s time to start boxing again! And maybe even jog around the neighborhood if it ever quits raining. If not, boating around the neighborhood, that could be good exercise too.
I am not going to take on so much crap from others. I can help and be kind without putting myself out or sacrificing myself for them. This may seem counter intuitive to having Grace, which I am also seeking. But I think they can go hand in had. In order to have Grace, you do not have to be a doormat. You have to set realistic and healthy boundaries for yourself and life. I have not done the best of either in the past.
“Do one thing that scares you every day.” – Elenore Roosevelt
But the main thing for this next year, is to take more risks and chances. When we play it too safe, we forget how to really live. And sometimes the best thing you can do is step out of the comfort zone and grow. I want to do this with life and especially love. Someone sent me a picture they have of the word “Love” written in the sand on thebeach. That is what I want my life to be, full of love, life and sand this year. And it’s of to a wonderful start.
But I am also reminded of something I read not long ago, and that in order to be flexible, we must have stability. So, before any adventuring into the sunset happens, I must first find that stable foundation from which to build and spring my life. Maybe that is why I am taking much care in getting the house unpacked and situated. And after being displaced by the mold, it is great to finally be able to relax and have a home in which to settle.
And there it is, my new year, for the age of 42. And each heartbeat carries all the hopes, dreams and fears that go along with them too. And so it is, that I start this celebration of my birthday month. A celebration of life, of anticipation, of passion, of chances and of love. And they bring an enthusiasm that boils up from that deep place inside, past the mind, into the soul and back again.
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Posted by adalamar on December 24, 2014
It is Christmas Eve, and I have to think back on the past year as I get ready to see my family. It has been a long hard year, one that has seen unprecedented struggles within my family and friends. I am so very blessed to have another Christmas with my wonderful father, and for that I am very thankful. But this year has also seen the struggle to purchase the House of Mold, discovering the mold and now the process of getting the house mold free and dealing with the legalities of being a victim of mortgage fraud.
And I am so very thankful to have my little house now, comfy, cozy, and warm. It is much smaller than what I am used to, but it is mold free, safe, and a great place to start over.
And with this year coming to a close, that it what the new year represents; starting over. And as my friends post the pictures of their year in that cute little book, I have no desire to post mine. I remember this year well and have no desire to revisit in pictures. I am just happy I lived through it all!
But then there have been the wonderful moments too. Like purchasing my own home, finding out it really wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be. Swimming my in pool and watching fireflies dance in the evening sky in the back yard. Taking another chance and believing in someone. No matter how many times I get hurt, I just cannot believe that taking a chance and opening your heart to someone new is a bad thing. Maybe it is the hopeless, eternally optimistic person in me that believes that eventually – if nothing else than by the sacred geometry of chance, it will work out.
I have met wonderful new friends that have shown me so much love and support, even when they did not know me that well. They unknowing renewed my faith in humanity with their compassion, empathy, support, and kindness to someone they barely knew, and was not in a position to repay them. It was a beautiful and humbling experience.
And so I welcome this holiday season as the last part of the year. And it will end well, I have decided, and hopefully the Grace of God will see that it is so.
To end this year with smiles and laughter, the quiet moments of love and family and thoughtful conversations that make memories that last a lifetime. Preparing for the next year of my life, as I close the chapter on another. For this year has been tumultuous and long. But that is no reason not to keep my chin up and stay always hopeful for the future.
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Posted by adalamar on December 19, 2014
We all have those days where everything that can go wrong, will go wrong. Otherwise known as Murphy’s Law. That was my morning yesterday.
I set a pack of chicken out to thaw the night before in preparation of cooking a favorite recipe. Those who know me know that I foster rescue kitties… So I get up yesterday morning and what to my wondering eyes does appear? But the sight of pieces of chicken breasts, half eaten and scattered far and near. So the morning was spent tracking down what remained of the chicken. And let me just say that stepping on a piece of chicken early in the morning before even having coffee is not fun.
After the chicken was all cleaned up I got ready and it was time to leave. As I leave I realize it’s trash day. So I lean in to put my things in the car, and put my knee up on the seat. As I try to get out of the car…I notice the heal of my stiletto shoe is caught in the hem of my dress. So there I was, bent over, half way leaning into the car, hopping on one foot while reaching around to unhook my shoe. Finally got untangled.
Then it was time to get the trash can out to the curb. The very heavy trash can. And I tried to walk this very heavy monstrosity down a very steep driveway in 4” heels. And thought several times I might get run over by momentum of said trash can. Legs can only go down a steep incline so fast in heels…and the trash can was gaining speed. Suddenly I saw my life flash before my eyes as I imagined the headline:
American Trashidy: Death by the Can
Forget Grandma getting run over by a reindeer, try singleton gets run over by the trash… the headlines would find ever clever way possible to frame the events that led to my death. Thankfully I was able to steer over to the grass where I could dig my heels in (literally) and the trash can did not roll so easy. But it was a close call and I thought the trash can was going to win.
I am sure these events were very entertaining to my neighbors to say the least. They were probably drinking their coffee and laughing that the new girl was dancing around and trying not to die a trashy death.
The rest of the day went surprisingly smooth, after I actually got out of the driveway. Such is the life of a clutz.
I can hear you laughing.
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Posted by adalamar on December 9, 2014
It is the winter season, the holiday season, the shopping season, the everything season it seems. And as life hurries by this time of year, it seems that my writing has slowed down a bit. Indeed it can be hard to find the time to write about thoughts and life and love and the spaces in between, when you are right in the middle of it.
And so the struggle for balance continues. And I breath, and I let go.
To be flexible, you must first have stability. A solid foundation on which to build. A place where you can move, and twist and bend as you need when life requires you to be flexible.
And as I chase stability through the empty halls of what once was to be, and in the echoes of what is coming around the bend, I yearn to be there already. I repeat the word over and over in my mind, like a mantra, and I breath. And I stretch, reaching for my goals, driving ever more, ever deeper into the life that I want to claim as mine. And I breath, and as I let the thoughts and worries drift away. The house, the mold, the attorneys, the company, the job, the career, the family…
I have started working out again. Slowly, building my strength up to where it used to be. Slowly, building up resistance and tension, muscle, control and tone. Stability requires strength. And I want to push my body as much as I push and exercise the mind.
And as I unpack in my new home, as I begin to settle into what will be my life, I strive in all that I do, for strength and stability; to be flexible when life throws a curve ball.
And there is a sense of satisfaction and optimism. This year is coming to a close, the new one is full of all my dreams and possibilities. It is full of all the thises and thats for which I strive. And I know, in that moment, that anything is possible, if I hold on and believe. Endurance, strength, stability, flexibility are what my heart pumps with each beat, inside each cell and fiber of me.
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