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Blechy Tuesday

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Self-love is not coming easy to me today. I woke up at 2am with a stomach bug. Tried to convince myself I was fine this morning…walked into work…and then walked back out 5 minutes later when my coworkers shooed me home. It’s a good thing that I don’t get sick very often because I don’t do it well…especially now. I get sad…I get depressed. I start to feel very lonely and sorry for myself.

I came home and crawled back into bed. The dogs were more than happy to cuddle back up with me…especially since it was raining outside. I gave myself a talking to about “self-love” and taking care of myself when I’m not feeling well. Made sure I had some water to sip on. Dozed on and off. Finished the last chapter of a book I had been reading.

Not too much later Baby Girl got out of bed. When I told her I wasn’t feeling well do you know what the first thing she said to me was? “Would you like me to run to Caribou and get you some coffee since you don’t feel good?” And me, the emotional being that I am, got all teary. At first I said “no” because I wasn’t sure how my stomach was feeling about coffee…but then I changed my mind because I knew she really wanted to do something to make me feel better…and it’s COFFEE…I’m no fool.

I spent the day going back and forth from my bed to my desk. I am completely enamored with my desk these days. Everything in my desk space is very deliberately placed…plants…colorful pens…journals…books…coaster for my tea or coffee…Jason’s quilt to wrap up in. It’s my “no bullshit” space. When I sit at my desk I commit myself to the truth. To putting away whatever mask I may’ve felt like I had to wear that day.

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My desk is my space for true self-expression. Every morning, I wake up…feed the dogs…pour myself a cup of self-love coffee…and sit at my desk…and write. 3 pages…every morning…no cheating. Whatever is on my mind or in my heart…or as what happens a lot…things I didn’t even know were on my mind or in my heart until the pen touched the paper. Even if you’re not a “writer” per say I would encourage you to try it…just once. Sit and write until you fill up three pages. When I first started doing this my pages would be filled up with “I don’t know what to write next”….”My hand is cramping”….”Am I done yet”. Now, most mornings, three pages fly by…and my days feel a lot more focused.

I started doing this after my therapist mentioned “The Artist’s Way” to me in one of our sessions. Me…being me…someone mentions a book to me I’m gonna go buy it that same day. I’m so glad that I did. I went from not wanting to get out of bed in the mornings and feeling scattered throughout my day–to looking forward to getting out of bed…with my self-love coffee…and feeling more focused and centered. I will say that if you decide to try it I highly recommend buying some fun pens that are easy to write with…it helps!

Coffee and Love

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Coffee…it’s a must-have for me in the mornings. The signal for my brain and body to start the day. The smell lifts my spirit…the ultimate comfort beverage. One of the few things that has remained constant for me in what has been a tumultuous past few years. Just wrapping my hands around the mug in the morning brings me joy…even more joy if the mug is special.

When the kids were small they would love it when we would stay at a hotel that had a free coffee bar. They loved to venture down there in the morning and knew how to make Mom’s coffee just how she likes it. The pride on their little faces when they would come back to the room with that small styrofoam cup…coffee with two half and halfs. Mom’s coffee recipe.

Jason knew that a good cup of coffee could work some magic on me when I was having a rough day. There were many times when I would be down or cranky. He would get me out of the house with him…and the car would end up at Caribou…and then usually somewhere for a walk. When he got sick there was a time that I was working for a few hours every day and he made me write down the measurements for the water and coffee so he could have a cup ready for me when I got home. He wasn’t able to handle that for very long, but that cup of coffee was pure love.

Sometimes friends would bring me a cup of coffee at work. Such a small thing really…but that sure brightened my day. Gift cards for Caribou still end up in my mailbox every once in awhile. When I was in New Hampshire a few weeks ago my friend made my coffee in the morning and it was so nice to feel cared for in that moment. Usually, it’s the first thing I do in the morning. Get my coffee started…and then feed the dogs.

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Well, it used to be the first thing I do in the morning. In the past week I have finally gotten in the habit of getting my coffee ready to brew in the evening and setting the timer so that it starts brewing by itself in the morning. I know…I know…this technology has been around for a long time. But holy cow! Gamechanger! And maybe a stupid thing to write a whole blog post about….but not when combined with the concept of self-love.

When Jason was alive I had a never-ending source of love. He showed me in a million different ways every single day how much he loved me. I felt his love always. It buoyed me up. Well, now that never-ending source of love is gone. I don’t have someone making me coffee, or getting the mail every day, or putting my snowbrush in the car every winter, kissing me when I get home from work, giving me a hug when I have a bad day, etc. Without that love keeping me afloat…well, it is incredibly easy to sink.

Therapy has taught me that the only source I can rely on for that love I used to get from Jason is myself. In order to do that I first need to see in myself all the things that Jason saw as loveable…which eh…that’s a whole other blog post. But secondly, I need to practice self-love. In comes my morning coffee…brewing itself at 5:25 every morning…right before my alarm goes off at 5:30…setting my day up for success even before I am out of bed. That’s love.

Bronco Off-Rodeo

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The past couple days have been about challenging myself…pushing past my boundaries…staring my fears straight in the face…reconnecting with a good friend…finding my inner badass…and having a hell of a good time.

You may have heard me talk a time or two…or two million…about my Bronco. She is always there for me…whatever my mood…my literal “ride or die”. Well, my friend Sheila (another proud Bronco owner) and I flew to New Hampshire to go to Bronco Off-Rodeo. It’s basically a day-long training course in how to off-road Broncos.

We learned so much…what 4A, 4H, 2L, 2H all mean and when to use them. What the front and rear differential are…and when locking them is a good idea. What the stabilizer bar is…and how it can help you turn like a boss…or do really awesome donuts in a snowy parking lot. How to shift her into M1…put the big girl pants on…go slow and in control. That sometimes all 4 wheels will not be on the ground…you’ll be at a 20 degree angle in your seat…but YOU WILL BE FINE…probably. That sometimes you will slide down a hill and the best thing to do is to put all your instincts aside and give her a little throttle. That sometimes the best views are at the end of an incredibly long and high chair lift that scares the shit out of you.

I had so many moments of shear terror. Where I was at the top of a hill so steep that I couldn’t see the ground past my hood. All I knew was that hill was covered with leaves…and underneath those leaves all sorts of hidden landmines…gravel…shifting rocks…boulders…smooth rock slabs. At that moment…the only person I could rely on was myself….so I took a breath of the fresh mountain air…gripped the steering wheel with both hands…eased my foot off the brake…and went for it.

Today I am feeling very reflective about the past couple days. It’s what I do…overanalyze every little thing. I think that for the past 4 and a half years I’ve heard so many times how strong I am…but I’ve just been doing what has been necessary. Really what anyone in my situation would do. There’s not really a choice.

Inside….I feel so very far from strong. I feel inadequate…worthless…guilty…useless…not worth the space I take up in this world. I’ve talked with my therapist about feeling like giving up…tired of trying and trying and trying…like the world would go on just fine (maybe even better) without me in it.

I feel like I’ve lost my spark…my fight…my will…my inner badass. That spark was fanned at the top of that hill in that blue Bronco….and that felt good. Does that mean that I’m going to turn into an adrenaline junkie? No…but it does make me a little curious to find out what else I might really like doing. New Hampshire’s state motto is “Live free or die”. Maybe it’s time to start working on the “live free”….free of all the negative emotion and self-talk that is constantly spinning in my head and sabotaging my life…maybe.

Music is still where I go for companionship a lot of the time. This new song by Andy Grammer has been one of my go-to’s lately. I think his “Monster” is my “Badass”.

A Good Change!

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My head has been in a bit of a spin the past week. Last Thursday I accepted a new job. Starting September 9th I will be working for Dakota County in the Social Services department at the Western Service Center. My last day at the Urgency Room is August 28th. It’s obviously a good change…and the right move…but of course I have anxiety about it.

I will be going back to a M-F days schedule. Which is great…except that evenings and weekends can be really difficult for me…and with winter looming around the corner…eh… That feels like a lot of cold, dark, lonely time to fill. I’m thinking that I might need a new hobby or two…maybe embroidery (anybody know how?) or finally taking those piano lessons I’ve been thinking about for the past three years.

I also get anxious about meeting new people…especially people that I’ll be spending a lot of time with. The whole “my husband is dead” thing tends to make relationships kind of awkward. And it’s hard to know when to divulge that information. And then how to get people not to act “weird” around me once they know. It’s just uncomfortable for me.

I am excited about the job itself though. It checks all of my boxes of things I look for in a job…and I won’t have to deal with bodily fluids anymore…score! So bring on the change!

On an unrelated note…I realized this morning after my Facebook feed was flooded with posts about dropping kids off at college…I’m so glad I’m not doing that this year! I’m sure loving having all my chicks in the nest…until Levi starts college next year!

I love when my hibiscus are blooming!

Lakeside Coffee

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Three years ago today I was waking up in my bed alone for only the seventh time…and getting ready to go to Jason’s funeral.

Funerals are crazy things. I had just watched my husband die and then that afternoon off to the funeral home to plan a “party”. Jeremy and Cheryl came with me because I thought between Jason’s twin and I we should be able to figure out what Jason would want.

And then the day comes and even though I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry in a corner…I was the hostess of the worst party ever. I remember thinking to myself….when do I get to lose my shit? When do I get to breakdown? But I needed to make sure the kids were doing okay…and just keep going on to the next thing and the next thing. Holding myself together because I was afraid if I let go nobody would be there to put me back together.

As it turns out I didn’t find my safe space to completely lose my shit until just a couple months ago.

And now I’m sitting drinking my morning coffee by the lake. My sister and cousin went home yesterday, but I gave myself one more night to just “be”. I right now…in this moment…I’m ok.

Family Bonding

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I’m having a great time with my sister and cousin. Hiking…wine tasting…sitting by the water…laying in the grass looking up at the stars…gazing into the fire. Lots of stories told….memories shared…bonds strengthened. This is family.

Defense Mechanisms

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I’ve been kind of quiet this week…mainly doing a lot of processing in my head of frustrating feelings that don’t seem to make sense. Major anxiety…restlessness…really teary…a lot of the “I’m tired and don’t want to do this anymore”. But why?? It’s been a good week!

And that right there is the “problem”. I don’t trust it. I’m on high alert waiting for something bad to happen and take away my happy. I don’t trust my happy feelings because I’ve been faking being okay and being fine for so many years…I don’t know what’s real anymore…so I overthink it…analyze every nuance of it. And it’s fucking exhausting and frustrating as hell.

I talked about this a lot with my therapist yesterday. Apparently it is a pretty common defense mechanism in people who have gone through significant trauma in their lives…so I guess I’m “normal”…ha! The world (people in general) hasn’t…for the most part…given me any feeling of safety and security in the past few years…so as I’m trying to venture out more and more…all of my defense mechanisms are kicking in…even when I’m really okay. She said the key is to keep grounding myself in feelings that I do trust…and for me those are pretty simple things…the sound of water…the sun on my face…trail under my feet…wind in my hair…my kids…my tribe

I’m spending my weekend at a cabin on a lake…so hopefully I’ll be able to get lots of those grounding moments in. I feel a huge need to sit in a patch of sunlight and gaze at the water. Listen to the birds and the water lapping at the shore.

The Unexpected

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Yesterday went nothing like I envisioned it. The kids and I went out to breakfast with my BIL and SIL…and then…as we were leaving the restaurant…Anna and Levi decided that it would be the perfect day to CLEAN THE GARAGE?! WHAT???!!!! At that point Seth decided that he had made the perfect decision by deciding to work yesterday…lol.

That was not at all what I felt like doing either…I was hoping to be able to slip away for a bit with the top down…can’t really leave the kids working by themselves though…and the lawn really needed to be mowed. So I gassed up the mower…slipped my headphones on…and did all my processing by myself while attacking the lawn. With all the sweat dripping down my face…no one could tell there were tears mixed in…it worked pretty well.

By the time I had the lawn mowed, the kids needed my input on what to do with a few things. We finished up the project together…and were all exhausted.

Maybe this is the way we spend “Jason’s Day” from now on…family project. I think he would like that.

Thank you to everyone who kept us… and our family and friends who are grieving Jason… in your thoughts yesterday. It was appreciated.

Three Years

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I often wish dates didn’t hold so much power over me…but they do. As much as I tell myself that today is just like any other day…it isn’t. In our culture we are taught to commemorate the “happy days”…birthdays, anniversaries, etc. The sad days in our lives…not so much. There’s not even a word to call this day…the anniversary of Jason’s death…Jason’s death day…everything sounds and feels wrong. Amongst my widow friends…we just call it “Jason’s Day”.

And just as there isn’t a word for this day…there is also no set way to spend it. Usually just by doing “whatever feels right”. Well…on this day…NOTHING feels right. It’s literally the day everything went to shit. And then there’s the balance between me doing what feels right for me as a wife mourning her husband…and also being there as a mom for our kids mourning their Dad. One of those things always takes precedence over the other…and that’s okay.

Our kids, after all, are where I see Jason alive in this world. Levi has his Dad’s capacity for loving fiercely…dedication to family…loyalty to his partner. Seth has Jason’s compassion…kindness…grace. Anna, well I’ve said it before…she has her Dad’s brain. All of the things I loved about Jason…spread out over these three humans we made together.

So, we’re going to start the day by going out to breakfast together…and then Seth is going to work because that feels right to him…maybe Levi will spend some time with Svea…and then we’ll see.

The voice inside me saying “I’m going to be okay” is quieter today…but it’s still there.

Feeling Fragile

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I feel fragile today. I worked last night…and it was a rough one…super busy…lots of really sick people…transfers to the hospital…and then tech issues on top of that. I woke up this morning with a nagging headache…probably from the tears I can feel right behind my eyes. I’ve been trying to psych myself up all morning….but I think it’s just going to be one of those self-care type days. Have some grace with myself…take it easy…don’t let my mind wander to tomorrow while it’s still today.

Maybe it’s time to load up my “gazebo tray” with all my gazebo essentials…notebook, pens, beverage, book, knitting project…and head out to my spot.

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