Just Jot it January 2023, and it’s brought to you by Carol Anne. Thank you, Carol Anne! Please be sure to visit Carol Anne’s blog to read her post and say hello. And follow her while you’re there, if you’re not already.
Your prompt for JusJoJan January 15th 2023, is “gratitude.” Use the word “gratitude” any way you’d like. Have fun!
Gratitude grows with age. At least it has for me. From the days of birthing babies until they grew into wonderful adults that feeling of lucky and blessed has grown with them.
Now having just turned 73, I find so much in every hour to be grateful for. I think I’m most thankful that I am still learning every day. But health seems to be growing and my life is full of love. What more could one want?
“Reversal” is our prompt word of the day today. Thank you to Sadje for this
prompt!
Reversals are hard on mature minds.
Growing up spankings were the way to discipline children. I didn’t feel right when I tried. It left me angry and the kids frustrated. And nobody learned anything but how to bully. I learned new methods that worked without shame or pain. I maybe wasn’t the best mom but I tried to be thoughtful and teach love and respect a new way.
Growing up we were taught to clean our plates. Sure our parents grew up in the depression. Wasting food was a crime in their eyes. Overweight as an adult I’ve fought to reverse that concept. I’m doing better but still learning.
My generation was taught that many forms of exercise was silly. Riding your bike to school was for losers. Running, also uncool.
I don’t think peer pressure would have talked me out of swimming. And I remember feeling so free biking to school. Running wasn’t something my body could do.
Now there is no pool. These rocky dirt roads might not be safe for bikes. But I’m reversing my thoughts on running.
Example: my treadmill has different settings. I’m not sure of the meanings. But I’ve invented ways to relate. “1” is following the slow people in the mall. “2” is crowded but getting there. “3” feels perfect. The errands will get done. “4” is late for the bus but not letting the cool kids see me running. Today I hit “5”. I’m late for the bus but not quite a run. Guess what? I think quick spurts of running are in my future. Cool kids be damned!😂
Oh, and we were never to trust anyone over 30. Reversed that one by 43 years!!!
Cancer is a word none of us want to hear. Unless you or your child are born between June 21 to July 22. Sadly for my mom she was born during that time and died of the worst cancer, pancreatic. One moment she wasn’t feeling well. Progressing quickly from not being able to eat to exploratory surgery. They closed her up. Gave her six weeks. But she was gone before I could see her again.
I wrote the above paragraph this morning. My jotting gave out. This was about a cancer that happened in 1990s.
Many family members and friends have passed since. And others got reprieved of the cancer sentence.
Here we are again, JusJoJan. A fun way to kick the resolution to write every day into gear. See what I did there?
Per Linda:. Your prompt for JusJoJan January 1st 2023, is “resolution.” Use the word “resolution” any way you’d like. Have fun!
I don’t do well with resolutions. It’s a sure fire way to get a couple of days of habit forming the good or eliminating the bad ways to fall on the floor with my inner teen rebel. I prefer seeing the end result in my head. I see if it seems in attunement with my nature. Can I see the possibilities of it working with my passions? If so no other thought is necessary.
That worked quite well for me for a couple of years. My weight had dropped and my blood tests have improved a lot. All from the thought that what my son said about Keto/fasting felt right to me. It had been easy. I don’t work hard at it. I just follow my mind/body. If, as my birthday, I want pizza, I have it with a passion and go back to healthy the next day. See? No resolution. Just keep leaning toward what feels right to my body.
This is what today looked like on the only day for the medical team to drive 150 miles. Treacherous drive over mountain passes. Here’s what it looked like here:
Look at the blue sky!
At the community health center looking toward the park.
The park
The park
Here’s the crazy orange moon close to the horizon giving a street light competition.
Not the clearest picture. It was cold and I was standing on a pile of snow in Crocs. Okay. Dumb.
Thankfully, Chris came out okay. The doctor said it was an anomaly and said just watch him and take it easy for a couple days. She asked if there was anything else we needed. I was feeling silly and gasped for coffee. This sweet doctor went to the doctor’s lounge and picked up two cups for us. She knew leaving for Christmas Valley at 1:00 would put sleepy people out driving at a dangerous time on scary roads. I could’ve kissed her! It was strong and hot!! It was so cold outside. It even snowed on the way home. It didn’t stick but I was excited. Don’t you love watching snow aiming for the windshield in the dark? It’s amazing! Like a spaceship in warp drive.
I’m grateful my husband is fine. That we got home safely. And I’m grateful for a day to sleep in and off.
I’m grateful that my brother and husband can fix the shower.
Meanwhile, it is getting cold at night. We have a 15 degree night coming up this week. Ugh! Give me snow!!!
I’m grateful for friends and family and the love shown to us for Chris’s sake.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “start with why.” Begin your post with the word “why.” Have fun!
Why? All on it’s own is a good question. But what makes any of us think it’s personal? A better question would be, Why not? Clears it up. So rather than dwell in self pity. We can look at the bigger pictures.
Sure we can learn from our mistakes. But I’ve given up on Karma. That illness or accidents are the results of bad character. Hurricanes and quakes are not the caused by sin.
It’s best to see the problem and work out how to make life better for yourself and others. Then move on. Til the next why.
When are board meetings anything boring. Yeah, leaving everyone stuff as a board.
Since my shoulder pain is stopping me from a lot of my hobbies -well, for as long as I usually ‘play’- I’m seeing how everyone else watches shows. Is boredom this antsy, can’t pay attention, feeling? Is my itchy hands not having something to do a bore? Like an awl boring into my soul. I can’t wait to be whole again.
Working on my series: Haven.
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Music major: voice and piano
Mom of four great adults
Reiki II practitioner
I have been on disability/retired for 10 years now from depression, anxiety and fibromyalgia.
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