April 2023

Ahhhh, The great outdoors..

Ahhhh.. The great outdoors

INHALING….  Deep full breath..  In your nose.. Hold it..  Did it get you?  If you haven’t been outside in awhile I need to remind everyone that spring has finally come.  I love spring.. wait, I love a warm spring.  I’m not a “chilly” spring kind of person.  In all actuality I’m not a “cold weather” person at all.  Don’t get me wrong. I love snow and the cozy feeling of watching the snow falling and mound up on the trees. I said watching.  Clearly just watching.  

I have always been an outdoorsy kind of person.  I easily get cabin fever and a simple step out of the door can clear my head of all of it’s woe’s. Being indoors for too long makes me so crazy that I could literally focus solely on the fingerprint I saw on the cabinet door yesterday.  Okay. Okay not that bad –  but I do long for the outdoors every day.  I’ve talked a great deal about being different from my family while I was growing up.  One of those things was that I was one kid who could be outside 24/7.  Don’t get me wrong… I did stay in Sunday mornings and watch cartoons.  I mean I wasn’t a maniac for Pete’s sake.  The majority of my days growing up were filled with horses and anything that involved being outside.

If I close my eyes and think back to being a kid,  I literally think about our local park, walking to the supermarket, riding horses and swimming in a friends quarry pond.  I have to remind everyone that I am of that age where the kids were basically locked outside all summer.  I joke saying that but there was a bit of truth to it.  When people talk about being afraid of the Gen-X generation there is the scary truth to the way most of us were raised.  We were literally raised like feral wolves in the great outdoors (Boy this is whole post in itself).   Turning the lights on meant the sun came up.  Both of my parents worked full time jobs and in the summer it was an outdoors free for all. 

Depending on which age range I was in I have great memories of being on the move and busy.  When I was on the younger side, our local parks and recreations department held an arts and crafts time.  It was basically a free summer camp type of situation.  There were a few college age kids that set up in the shelter house and we did things ranging from plaster of paris to wood carving.  It lasted a few hours several days a week and afterword’s it was on to playing in the park.  We had an amazing park where I grew up.  Thinking about it brings back such amazing memories.  Climbing mulberry trees, playing on the equipment and making paths in the woods.  We had the kind of play equipment that made us tough.  We had a huge barrel on rollers.  It was a monstrous whiskey barrel on its side with both ends open resting on rollers.  You would use all of your might to make it roll like a big old hamster wheel.  It was big enough that four kids could stand inside it next to each other.  We would use all of our might to make it roll as fast as we could.  Once we had it rolling so fast we couldn’t run any faster we would lay down and try to make ourselves fling all the way around.  Think of the splinters we pulled out of each other.

When I finally hit the double digits I could walk to the stables by myself.  I had gotten a pony for Christmas the summer before and all my days from that point forward were focused on horses.  It’s not even just the horses that flood me with memories but everything associated with them.  The stables, where I kept my horses were a few miles walk.  It was located on several hundred acres.  It was miles of dirt trails through the woods, a small lake with an island and many corn fields.  It was a horseback riding business that rented horses out by the hour for people to ride on the trails.  I paid my rent by helping with the horses and “patrolling” the trails.  I laugh at myself typing the word patrolling because I was as young as ten and as old as 16 while I had my horses there.  I’m not sure how much patrolling I was doing as opposed to just farting around.

Later as I got older and had children I wanted to encourage the love of the outdoors with them.  I have three unbelievable kids.  We’ve taken them fishing, river tubing, camping and horseback riding.  The oldest went rock climbing, cleaned horse stalls with me and even walked creeks as her dad and I went fly fishing.  I think of all that time outdoors with her so fondly.  So picture this in your minds…   Summon the idea of a beautiful fog surrounding mother and daughter holding hands with beautiful flowers and trees surrounding us as we enjoy the wonders of nature…..WAKE UP. Now after living this dream filled life, she hates the outside.  I raised a kid that literally hates the outdoors.  I failed to pass on the “great outdoors” gene. [ I lay on the ground dramatically throwing the back of my hand to my forehead asking myself how was this even possible…How on earth did “I”, said lover of the outdoors throw a mutant indoors gene?].   In her defense she isn’t the only one of my kids that finds more things to do inside versus outside.  I blame the internet for it not my genes.  My outdoor genes are Viking true!

I’ve talked a lot that my love in life is being outside.  Even today a simple visit to my hammock can cheer up the shittiest of days.  So much of what has happened to me medically (which also affects me emotionally) has not taken that love out of me.  I do have to admit I have had to learn to love the outdoors in a different way.  The challenges that I have faced with my health have created that need but I refuse to let it take that outdoor spirit from me.    I do what I can to foster it in my life as it is now.  I don’t get to ride a horse up a trail and listen to the sounds of it’s hooves crunching in the snow, but I do get to watch the birds from a bench or a short path and determine what species it is.  I may not be able to sit by the campfire that I built but I can sit next to one someone built for me.  I can’t put up my own tent but I can sit here typing this post from the comforts of a camper with electric recliners, wifi and air conditioning all awhile: I keep the camper door open, take deep full breaths of the spring air and feel grateful that I’ve been blessed with the ability to continue to enjoy it.

Never feel like an idiot.

Never feel like an idiot.

I’m stealing this title from a friend of mine.  It wasn’t during a prophetic talk or during time time of need.  It was a simple little sentence in response to having a good day.  He simply sent me one line in a message “Never feel like an idiot, people who would look down at you do not matter”.  He is so right.

It’s hard to go into any situation where your going to encounter people and not have that twinge of worry that your going to look stupid/idiotic or even ugly.  We ask ourselves questions like “What if I say something dumb? or “What if people are dressed in nice jeans and I have on these old shorts, will they look at me weird?  We ask ourselves those questions out of fear.  Fear of human response to what we will take home and live with for a long time.  I am very guilty of this.

Since my illness, many things have changed for me.  Brain fog is a big part of that.  I am afraid to say things in public because I misuse words or can’t even think about what someone is saying and I stare at them.  Recently, I’ve begun to find that using a wheel chair in certain situations has been a huge relief on my ability to get around.  Not only does it help me get to places my headache would keep me from going to but it helps save my energy.  If I spend a planned day out going to the doctors office I have to rest the whole day before to garner my energy.  If I want to take a small trip to target my head will eventually hurt so bad I’d have to lay down in the store.

I’m having Easter with my nephew and his family and I wanted to fill some eggs.  My son drove me to target and helped me in the door.  I started off by leaning heavily on a cart.  We made it to the back of the store (because that is how they get you… go through everything to get to the seasonal stuff – Thanks a lot Target.)  We spent a few moments trying to look down the aisles but there were so many people I couldn’t lean on a cart and look around.  After walking around and around trying to be at a point where I could see the eggs, it hit me.  I had to stop and when I have to stop it is because I’ve pushed myself to the brink and my body fights back.  I push it so far because I don’t want to give in but in the end it pushed back.  Sweat began pouring, the pain in my head got worse and all of the sudden brain fog was keeping my mind from even being able to count the things we needed.  I had to sit and I had to sit now!  Luckily we were by a table and chairs set up.  While I sat down my son went to the front of the store to get the wheelchair.  You know the kind… “beep beep beep”  I was mortified, but I hopped right on.  He made me feel good as I tried to go around corners and hit things and laughed with me when I wanted to cry about the worlds loudest beeping.

Most people were kind and moved for me and gave me a “giggle along” snicker with me.  We finished our shopping puttering through the store and giggling together.  I made my comments about looking ridiculous and feeling embarrassed and he spent the whole time saying “Mama, who cares about these people, they don’t matter to us”.  He was right  We headed to the register.  We decided self checkout was the way to go so I could take up less space in lines.  On our way to drive the cart back to the station there was a woman who was standing where I needed to park.  I said “excuse me” and she looked at me like I was in her way.  My son said “use the horn mom” and we laughed.  She heard us giggling about it and she moved out of the way with a bit of disgust.  He took me home and helped me in the house.  He carried my packages and was so sweet giving me a big hug and kiss on the forehead before heading out.

I didn’t think to much more about that wheelchair the rest of the afternoon and thought more about the giggling and fun I had with my son.  I smiled the rest of the day after that big hug and kiss.  My kids are my world.  Getting that one little line from my friend yesterday reminded me of this trip.  For me that line he sent really hit home.  I actually say that line TO HIM all the time.  Him telling me this though was a great reminder that friends and family matter.  Who you take home at the end of day matters.

People who look down at you DO NOT matter…  Thanks Scotty for the reminder!

Things move fast

Things move too fast..

I can remember when I was young.. maybe 10, time moved so slow.  I’m not sure at what point I finally realized that it now moves too fast.  I have memories of thinking just that throughout my life.  When the kids were small and again when the kids were growing older.  Now at 55,  I’m almost overwhelmed with it.  I know it’s a part of life and there are so many times we can’t wait for this to pass or that to happen but right now I do wish there was a reset button. 

So many people say they wouldn’t want to go back and relive certain parts of their life but I would.  I want to go back and relive it all just to learn more about it and from it.  You know when you go to a movie you liked you go home happy and always say in your mind how great it was?  Then then two years later you only remember the plot?  Suddenly it comes on TV and you watch it again and see things you didn’t realize happened the first time you saw it.  Reliving life sounds like such a joy, like watching that movie you loved so much again.  

I am the kind of person that realizes that you go through good times and bad to get where you are.  You shouldn’t regret the bad times if they got you to the place you are.  I am very lucky that I am elated with where I am.  Of course everyone wishes that something could be different.  I wish I weren’t sick.  I wish I could get up and go do things whenever I want but as my life is right now I’m happy to be blessed with what and who I share my life with.  Now I want it to slow it down so I can watch it closer, deeper and with the awe that life gives us.  Things in life just move too fast.