It feels like an eternity since I was last here. It was last year at Christmas time when I created this blog and posted my first and last entry. A time when the darkness consumes the Mother Earth. Yule was a pleasant time for my family. My sweet nephew Sebastian Dude (a.k.a. Bas) was born, compliments of my younger/ only sister & her beau. A dark haired, wide brown-eyed little bundle of yumminess all burritoed in a blanket. Named partly after our grandfather, I feel like the little lad will do great things in his lifetime.
I also started school again in January. I’m trying to prepare myself for nursing school in the spring of 2015 while at the same trying to balance a family and job, as well as make time to study for my MBLEX.( which by the way, I was scheduled to take a year ago to this day, but kept rescheduling because I just did not feel comfortable and confident enough that I had learned everything necessary for the licensing exam and deserving enough for the professional title of “massage therapist”/”LMT”.)
The circle of Life reared its head in our household. One of our precious kitties, Quinn, was run over a couple of months ago. However, her sister Harley gave birth to 7 beautiful babies about 3 weeks ago. One of them didn’t make it, but the rest are growing quite well. One of the little ones seems to be crippled so I imagine that baby will be the one we keep when we find suitable homes for the rest of them when the time comes.
My wretched wisdom teeth are out!!! All 4 of them!!!!! A year and a half of excruciating pain anytime I ate ice cream, chocolate or drank a cold glass of water, and would you believe after the teeth were cut out, I haven’t had the first toothache or headache. The healing process went exceptionally well. I only took a half of the pain meds they sent me home with but afterwards I surprisingly had no need for the rest of them. I didn’t get the funny chipmunk cheeks I had heard so much about either.
With the arrival of spring, I seem to have found a bit more balance in my schedule. I have a habit of getting so caught in life that I sometimes forget to just simply live. Things were so hectic in my life that I had to convince myself to just let go and relax. My family was first priority, of course, followed by my job. I know many people believe that ones own personal being should be top priority, even over the little ones, and I admit that I agree to an extent. If I am not well of mind, body, and soul, how can I possibly take care of my own properly? I tend to put myself last, over and over again, but this year, I decided to change that. With the new year came a new resolution that I have been able to keep so far. I decided that 2014 would be a time of letting go of unnecessary burdens and hardships in my life. I have been a hoarder of all sorts for most of my life and I realized that the only way I would be able to make room in my life for the good stuff was to take out the trash. And that is exactly what I have done. I let go of people and feelings that were darkening my path, and made sincere amends where I could. Material items have also slowly been
fading being removed from my life, as well as the lives of my children and my partner. They aren’t as thrilled about cleaning house as I am, but I must admit. Life, as well as our home, sure does feel less cluttered and less smothering as it once did.
This year was also about focusing on me. Learning to just chill for a while, ya know? It’s ok if laundry gets a couple of days behind or if the kids have sandwiches and fruit for dinner instead of a gourmet meal. I am not OCD about housework by no means, but once I get going, I don’t stop. It’s like I can’t enjoy myself if the house is a wreck or if the eldest sons bed is disheveled, so I would work, work, work, until I was totally out of energy, and somehow muster a bit more energy just to crash and burn. It was a neverending cycle. But that cycle had to stop. A happy soul makes for a pleasant individual and my soul was in need of some serious happiness. In place of washing and sorting laundry, I opted instead to get my crafting corner organized. My sewing machine had been calling to me for months and after continuously putting off the inevitable, I broke down and brought a new table for my sewing machine and respectfully commandeered a corner of our 1960s mobile home to dedicate to all things odd. I set up my altar, plugged in my sewing machine, and vowed to enjoy the rest of my blessed life.
Last but not least, my green thumb began twitching around mid March or so. The mister found me an old wheelbarrow, drilled some drainage holes in it for me, and I filled it full of verbana, hen-and-chicks, lillies and other gorgeous treasures from nature, and I began my flower bed. A few of the plants died, and my poor mint plant; Ah, that mint plant. That badboy is a hell of a fighter. Just when I think he has had it, he bounces right back and provides me with an abundance of minty goodness. Maybe I should follow the example of that mint plant. The universe always provides, so maybe this lesson is why I was drawn to the mint plant to begin with.
I am a fighter. I may fall but I always bounce right back up and when I do…. it’s on, yo.