Flip the switch and breathe..

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It’s time 2020!

This is short because it’s simple.

Time, use it wisely because it’s a gift. Maximize your moments by realizing time is precious and fill it with joy, purpose, know your worth, find the time to fill yourself with what fills you!

How much longer?

Too many times in the past, I thought how many more minutes, how much time left, how long is it, how many days, if I could just make it through….finally, I realized, it’s about noticing, appreciating; the people, moments that unfold while we are waiting. Take your time getting there, the journey is the best part, be thankful for the highs and lows, the lows when self aware take us higher. 

Open your eyes!

If you know me, you know two things, I have a special love of my Chiropractor, as my Mom would joke, “he’s a miracle worker, your vision and acid reflux are cured!” We would all laugh, but seriuosly, he’s the best! And, I know it, have the faith of it, God and Angels are always on our side as we are open to it,  putting us exactly where we are needed and meant to be. But, really the traffic, the storm, the er, yes, I believe you are there for a reason. 

As you may or may not have read in a previous post, use it as a lesson, my handle bars weren’t tight at spin class and going up on a run,  I literally went up and over the bike as the handles gave way leaving me with serious bruises.   I am accustomed to bruises due to weak veins, a gift I inherited from my Mom, so I wasn’t surprised or alarmed by the unsightly bruises that was until my Dad who would shrug off injuries and say,” put ice on it, you’ll be ok”, until he said, “oh, that’s not good.” Proceeded to tell me to go to the er and reminisced about an old sports injury, that should of been tended to sooner.

So, of course, after doing and going everywhere I had planned first, I mean, it’s only a leg for crying out loud, I dragged it around,  with a smile, thankful I had it, aware the nerve pain was secretly making me miserable. I went to the er, long story short, after many tests, told stories, “oh, we’ve never seen a bruise that bad before, what happened!” So, prodding for blood, scooting around in a hospital, thinking, I didn’t think it was this bad, 10 days later until the trauma surgeon showed up and said we will need to drain it, of course as I lay there watching  YouTube to investigate, not a good idea to say the least!

As, I get carted off to the short procedure unit, saying my good byes, thinking,  I just won’t look and I’ll be fine! An Angel showed up, disguised as my Chiropractor,  he was the miracle worker for sure, no just kidding. As I lay there,  the nice man, said, “oh, you are Roberta’s daughter, she was just the greatest person.”  As, I  started talking, I was at ease, “your Dad is so great too.” So, of course, my eyes were forced open as I was done,  my headache was gone as  was about 200 ml of blood sitting on top of my nerve from the bruise. As, I was wheeled off, he said, “God bless you and your family.” He certainly has, he did that day even in the er. Angels all around blessing us! Thankful I was in good hands!

Spanx, Bras and Compression Stockings, really, a girl’s best friend! Yes, I said so! 

Spanx, bras and now, compression stockings, a girl, has gotta do, what she needs to! Stuff herself into garments to make herself feel better, really, well, maybe in some ways. A gift!

My Mom, blessed me with so many wonderful gifts, but there’s one, that I always was looking to return, but never could find what I wanted, so I sort of just ignored that I needed it. Ah, the compression stockings, buried deep in the bottom of my drawer in a lovely shade of nude, open toe of course, so, just in case  I wanted to stroll around in my flip flops at the beach  I could, the options could be endless, open toe shoes, sandals, I mean a whole new term to “trendy”. The stockings were of good use when, unfortunately I had a gift I inherited, stripped, taken away and never missed, vericose veins, that accentuated my pale legs, thanks Bert! After that, back in the drawer the stockings went, hope springs eternal, I’m done, the veins are gone, I’ll  just keep these in here, now. 

My Mom, never complained, but she rarely, ever wore shorts because of her “veiny legs”, “people don’t need to see them. ” she would say.  You knew it was hot because she didn’t care and occasionally she would say, I need to rest my leg, my vein hurts, but then get up and go on with her day. I loved the veins she carried, she never complained, she felt worse for others having to see them.  The veins said a lot of who she was. I loved the veins because they were the epitomy of her, she just did what needed to be done and didn’tcomplain and took care of herself and others.  

“If you are not going  to do something about it Jenn, then, stop talking about it, just take care of it.” I could hear my Mom in my head as I stood, legs swollen, feet swollen and in pain, ignoring the fact that I have insufficient vein flow in my legs as diagnosed by a Dr., quite common and really no big deal, but self care is the key.  “Put the damn stockings on and stop suffering.”  I finally, went to the drawer took them out, put them on and at about 3:00 after standing all day, thanked God and Bert for this gift, “just do it, you’ll feel better” I could hear her in my head.  Embrace what is, you are better for it.”

I did feel better and there are no returns in sight, in fact, I am looking into getting another pair, closed toe of course, winter days get cold, options are endless. They’ve made it to the shoe closet, no more hiding in the drawer!

At the end of the day, bra, spanx, compression stockings, a girl’s best friend, the gift is even greater when it comes off and are free. Thanks Bert for showing me how to embrace the “veiny legs” and take care of what I need to do for my best. Yes, my next pair of stockings, just might be black, classic, like you!