Thursday, February 4, 2016

My Humiliated Me

Happy Thursday!  I almost typed in Wednesday but then realized my horrible mistake!

The reasoning for the title of this entry is because someone is coming over to replace the filter on our RO system and the house is a wreck.  You may think I'm being overly hard on myself, which is not healthy.  Most people tell me I am, but seriously folks.  My house is a wreck.
For your optical enjoyment, I included my son's cute little feet and my sister's cute doggy.  I have also chosen to take the least incriminating pic I could.  I didn't want to make you gag!  

Well, there was a time this would have crippled me.  I would have cried and abused my own mentality and emotions for allowing my house to get like this; complete chaos and panic! 

I would not have canceled my appointment.  I would have huffed and puffed while running around like a madwoman, foaming at the mouth and cursing every piece of 'whatever' that I picked up from the ground.  Getting madder and madder at my sloppy family!  And to those who interrupted me whilst in a rampage?  God be with them.

Well, for years, people have been telling me that I shouldn't be so hard on myself because of how busy I am and I get that.  But they just didn't understand what I mean!  Everyone is busy and everyone's houses are spic and span but mine... total cognitive distortion!

A year ago, when my filter was about to be changed, I was in that mode of humiliation and feeling like I was the worst mother/wife in the world for letting my nest get so filthy when my 17yr old son asked a question as he noticed my despair. "Why?" 

"Because my house is a mess and I can't have people knowing I let the cleaning slide!"

"Why?" He asked again.

My ingenious son had led me to the problem.  I didn't want to say it, but I knew I needed to, "Because, I need to come across like I have it altogether."

Of course, he went on to be his usual blunt self, "Who cares what this guy thinks?  Who cares what anyone thinks?"  

Truth is, I don't know why I care so much about folks thinking I have all my ducks in a row.  I honestly think it is our American culture!  We all try to come off perfect and when our insides don't match other people's outsides we feel like failures; humiliated!  Then we over compensate for that by acting like we know it all and have it all under control.

I have learned that there are three basic stages to my ego: humiliation, self righteousness, and humility.  Humble, is where I want to be, but I'm usually humiliated or self righteous; opposing sides of the spectrum, of course!      

Anyway, I'm going to let my house stay like this and go for a walk because my health is more important than housework.  If the water guy wants to judge me based on my filthy house, then that is his issue!  Not mine.  Anyway, we probably won't even give a crap! ;-)

Listening to Classical Radio on Pandora
The Well-tempered Clavier (24), Collection Of Preludes & Fugues, Book I, Bwv 846-869 (Bc L80-103): I. Prelude 
by Johann Sebastian Bach
on A Piano in the House: Music for Hearth and Home


Wednesday, January 27, 2016

My Addicted Me

When I was in high school, I used to tell people I had an addictive personality.  I'm not exactly sure why I said that.  I didn't smoke or drink.  I could pretty much take food, or leave it.  I hadn't had sex yet.  What was I so darn addicted to then?  I can't remember!

It very well could be that I didn't understand what addiction was.  I must not have!  I know I had a deep codependency problem but would never have recognized that as an addiction or a problem, for that matter.  Also, about a year ago, I learned I had a codependency issue in some ways but the complete opposite (a distancing issue) in more ways... Once I recognized the codependency issue and learned that my life doesn't need to be so disrupted and affected by others and their lives I had absolutely NO problem letting that go!  Co dependency is about the only addictive thing that I've practiced that I'm not addicted to.  

What exactly does addiction mean to me?  I think there are a billion ways I could explain it having been deeply addicted to a few mental/oral pleasures (phrasing!-- a little "Archer" joke) but this isn't a book.  It's a blog.  

I think the basic nature of the beast of addiction is the literal inability to stop insane behaviors.  In this regard, most people have an addiction of their own to battle.  Some may not even know they are addicted!  For some people, it's drugs.  For some, alcohol.  For others, nicotine.  The list goes on but modern belief is that we also display behaviors that have addictive nature!  We could be addicted to an ex who, over and over again, hurts us.  We might block them from Facebook or our emailing and text only to unblock them soon after to check up on them and see if they've been trying to contact us or are ready to talk about changing... again... just hoping that this time the ex will understand just how serious we are about needing them to change so we can be together!  Wow!  Very addictive behavior.   We can be addicted to people and the chaos the person in question might bring to a relationship.  It becomes a project needed for survival.  Somehow, we think we will recoup our sanity if the other person would just change!

Here are my current addictions: food and caffeine.  I had a spiritual leader tell me once that humans are addicted to sin!  Although I had a hard time digesting that, I think he was mostly right...maybe.  It's still a stretch for me.  Being mentally, physically, and spiritually fused with something/someone is different than just lying or cussing from time to time.

The difference between addiction and sin is that with addiction there is a mental fusion with something in particular.  Sin is something one can ponder and successfully decide not do participate in.  In addiction, there is no ability to ponder anything.  Instead of pondering, there is a war between mind, spirit, and body.  There are no allies in that war.  The spirit does not go along with the mind or body.  The mind does not go along with the spirit and body, and the body does not go along with the mind or spirit.  The addicted 'victim' is literally incapable of making a decision that will help them rather than hurt them.  Yes, incapable.  

If you aren't familiar with what goes on in the mind of an addict, let me enlighten you.  The pre-addict will discover some type of behavior/chemical and this will start out being the answer to all their worries, prayers, problems, what have you.  For the person that is addicted to another person, the 'high' is the newness of a relationship and the belief that it will stay that way forever.

Once they discover their 'cure' to putting up with life, that's it.  They are gone. Who they are, completely depends on their addiction.  What happens next is, months (or years) later, their 'drug/relationship' turns on them.  All of the sudden, there is a realization that life is still happening and they've got to try to get the feeling back that they had initially!  They need more.  NEED

I have met people who feel like they've never had an addiction to anything of consequence.  They look at me like I'm a foreigner when I try to explain the obsession and the literal inability to stop. It's almost as if I'm speaking Klingon! That's what the 'non' addicts don't understand.  They'll ask, "Why can't you just stop?"  The addict will tell you a) that they don't want to, b) "because it will get better.  I just need to control it," c) "I don't know!  I just can't."  

Now that I understand addiction I say 'c' a lot.  Actually, I'm at the point now where I'll say it's an obsession to feel right.  Somewhere along the way, at absolutely NO fault of my own, I realized that there are things/people that will 'cure' the pain and hurt inside.  There was no intention of losing control and hurting the ones I love (in my earlier addiction to alcohol).  Even the realization that I was hurting the ones I love with my bitter addiction, wasn't enough to help me stop.  Of COURSE I would have stopped if I could!!  Duh!!  

The addict never wants to hurt those they love.  In fact, they believe that since their addiction was their best friend at one time and have a true desire to 'make it all better' they just try to control it because it worked before, so why not again?!  After awhile some addicts (not all) will see that their addiction is actually ruining their lives and try to stop, completely.  This may work for hours, days, months, and sometimes years but as long as their mind, body, and spirit are still at war with each other they have a huge probability of failing.  If they don't pick their addiction back up, they are usually bitter and negative ans never seem to feel okay up until the day they die.  That's why spiritual work is so important.  Once that get's content, the mind and body will start seeing the example that the spirit is setting and desire to follow suit.

Well, right now, I don't have an addiction to any mood changers but I do have addictions to both food and caffeine.  How do I know I'm addicted to caffeine?  Well, I have to have it in the morning, like millions of others.  That isn't what makes me addicted though.  I also have an afternoon cup, which is equally as important as the morning one.  Okay.  That doesn't make me a caffeine addict either.  After a walk, I have energy and my body wants more!  I'll have that healthy energy from exercise and that isn't enough.  I need more so that I will feel even more right!  Also, I will force myself to drink the caffeine even if I don't want it and my best side is telling me how stupid that is yet, there I am, grimacing while drinking coffee.  Also, I believe that coffee is tearing up my esophagus and stomach but does that stop me?  Nope!  My behaviors are insane!!!   I have the ability to go a day or two without coffee but once I feel better, because I am still fused with the caffeine, I need it again.  

How many of you don't do something unless you absolutely have to?  Like, let's say, stay in your bed because doc said no walking on your foot until it's healed. Who has time for that!  Well, with the addict, it's like the house is burning down and the person with the broken foot is painfully running toward the safety of the outdoors.  You can't help it, right?!  It's for survival!  You have to force yourself to do something you don't want to do because you have survival instinct.  

That's how it is for the addict.  It is literally for survival that they do what they do.  Humans can't help the instinct of survival. That's why the addict will 'run around on a broken foot' while hurting themselves.  To survive!!  Without the addiction, our brains tell us, subconsciously, that we won't survive, so we cling to it.  We fuse with it... or it fuses  with us, actually.  We welcome it because it will help us survive.


Well as I sit here, typing, I am drinking a cup of coffee but am not yet feeling the pain that it will later cause.  When the addict is 'coming down'/feeling the pain of their addiction, they'll say things like, "This is it.  No more!"  Readers, they are completely serious!  They have every intention of stopping!  They need to survive so their addiction saves them but then, when the body is feeling the dangers of their addiction, the addict's truer side of his/her instinct will take over because of the need to survive.  Have you ever drank to much and, while depositing your refuse into the toilet, promise  yourself that you will never do that again?!  I think most of us have done that once or twice... Although that one characteristic doesn't define an addict people will usually drink again but try to control it.  Most are successful, because of their need to survive.  Others aren't so successful because of the same reason: their need to survive!

There are tools I have to help me be present in the moment but something deep inside tells me I don't really need them.  It is so hard to force myself to do something my mind and body tell me I don't really need to do!  

Listening to Japanese Traditional Radio on Pandora
"Beautiful Butterfly (Meditation Mix) by Innais
Album: Nirvana Lounge
No, this does not make me a Buddhist.  I can think about my precious Lord and Savior listening to this peaceful music, as my Lord is the Prince of Peace.

Monday, January 25, 2016

My Mortal Me

Happy happy Monday!  I love the days when I have a positive outlook on life.  I'm actually looking forward to this week and there ain't nothin' special goin' on 'round here!  Just life!

Friday evening when I was at a 12-step meeting, I learned that two friends of mine passed away; two very important people, to me.  So important they've had a hand in helping me avoid death!  I was so sad about it.  All I could do was cry.

Before my precious dad passed away from Wegener's Disease, I had no fear of death.  My guess is because I'd never experienced it with someone close to me.  Let me go a tad deeper than that- I had no fear of me dying.

My dad was my hero, the first man I ever loved, and he loved me as if I were his own (he adopted me).  I truly believe he saved my life and probably my mom's too.  My biological father had rage issues and alcoholism with a tenancy to grab for guns when in a rage.  I'm even told of a hostage situation where he threatened to shoot my mom if she came for me.  I was under a year old at the time. Again, a story for another blog.

When my hero retired from this world, it set my heart on fire.  It. Was. On. Fire.  It burned so bad!!  I never expected to feel physical pain from grieving his death. FIRE!!!! I never want to go through that again but, unless I die soon, I'm going to.   A few month's later, I had a stroke.  I talked about that on another entry: "My Tired Me".

Although I recovered from the stroke, my health has still been declining.  There is something wrong with my stomach/esophagus and that's making me notice my age.  I absolutely do not believe that age is the only factor in getting sicker as one gets older.  If that were true then there wouldn't be 'old' people who are healthier than the average old American!  Some of us can take care of ourselves so that we don't age so quickly!  This 'getting old' thing is all in the head.


When I think of heart burn/indigestion, I think of old people.  My brain can tell me that I'm getting heartburn/indigestion because of the crap I eat but my mind tells me I'm getting older.  Folks, if I didn't eat the wrong foods I would not have this problem!!  Age has nothing to do with it!  I'm 37.  That's it!  I'm not old! 


What does all this mean in relation to my me's health?  I don't want to die yet!  Since my dad passed, we've lost guinea pigs, chickens, friends, other relatives, and actors/singers that carried pieces of my childhood with them.  I am starting to feel the realness of life.  First of all, I don't want to put my kids through the pain of losing a parent too soon but I also am realizing how precious life really is. 


When I heard about David Bowie passing away, I cried and cried and cried!  David Bowie reminded me of my dad; David Bowie's singer side, not his Goblin King side. ;)  It caught me off guard!  I never expected to have that kind of reaction to someone I didn't even know dying!  


When my husband found out how devastated I was he reminded me of my faith and that I shouldn't be sad because of what I believe.  For me, it's not a matter of not believing what I believe.  It's a matter of this world and the life it holds.  I feel so grateful that I wake up every morning.  There was a time in my life when I thought everyone would be better off without me.  Oh boy.  I believed it!  


Robin Williams.  David Bowie.  Leonard Nimoy... Bill Cosby!  Bill Cosby hasn't died, physically, but his 'me' did.  All four of those people held HUGE meaning in my childhood.  They each had pieces of the better parts of my childhood and when Bowie died it was another piece of my dad that passed.  Floods of memories of my dad in relation to David Bowie came flooding back; memories of conversations about him, singing songs as he heard them on the radio (no, Dad was NOT a singer! lol)  So many memories.  I think I may cry for a week straight when Mick Jagger dies.  That was my dad's all time favorite rock star!


I get it- eternal  life, but human life is wonderful as well!  Our humanity, although very flawed, is precious.  God made us as such and it is precious.  When our human journey ends, it's sad!  Who knows exactly what comes next and when?  All my finite mind knows is this life.


I really want to get healthier so that I can stretch this beautiful human life out as far as God will allow.  My dad used to say, "When it's your time, it's your time.  Ain't nothin' you can do about it," and I agree with that, but so many deaths could be prevented if we just took better care of our me's.  I may eat a raw vegan diet then get hit by a truck next week but if we want to look at this mathematically, I will more than likely die from a preventable disease after suffering for decades!  I don't want that!!!  I really don't!  I really want to live my life to it's fullest.  


Listening to Pandora

"Make it With You" by Bread
Album- Definitive Collection

Friday, January 22, 2016

My Analytical Me

Good morning, all!  I do realize that there is a possibility that no one will ever read this but just in case. ;)

I feel so much better today!  I'm not as tired, my sinus' mucus is under control, and it's Friday!  I'm wondering of part of the reason I'm less tired today is because before I went to sleep last night, I took a couple of deep puffs on my inhaler.  I did this in case it was my asthma making me tired.  Well, I still don't know but whatever!  

I'm forever trying to figure out formulas in all aspects of my life so as to not make the same mistakes again.  I consider this a personality flaw because I naturally and automatically do this, almost as if it is an instinct.  There isn't a formula!  Life is just that: life!  Dictionary.com defines life, in part, in this way:

  •  the general or universal condition of human existence. 
Dictionary.com defines humans as 


  • 'people'. :-/  
So here is what Dictionary.com says a person is: 


  • a human. Just kidding. :-P
The two definitions of person that I think relay my point are:


  • an individual human being, especially with reference to his or her social relationships and behavioral patterns as conditioned by the culture. 
  • the actual self or individual personality of a human being:
Finally, here is a definition of personality:
  • something apprehended as reflective of or analogous to a distinctive human personality, as the atmosphere of a place or thing:
Crap.  I don't know what 'analogous' means.  I'll leave that to you!  I have a feeling if I keep listing definitions of words taken from definitions, I'll be here all day!  

Anyway, I think my point is that all of life is as unique as each snowflake.  There are no two snowflakes exactly alike, as well as any other living thing in the world.  We would drive ourselves nuts trying to figure out a formula for an outcome of, literally, unique qualities to the molecular level! 

I had a college math teacher tell us that she used to be a scientist.  A few years before she started teaching math, her worst subject in adolescence, she realized that there are only two things that never ever change: The Bible and math!  Science was so up in the air and forever-changing (probably because life and universe is so unique unto itself) and she realized that in math, nothing changes.  She became a math teacher! 

I wonder if this is why I love math so much.  It's so organized and simple; paradoxically, complicatedly simple,

The reason I think it's okay to talk about this in my health blog is because of my mental state.  I can become paralyzed for hours trying to figure life out.  God is easier to understand than life is!  Wow!  Okay.  Not really.  Perhaps life is so hard to understand because God is.  

Well, today will be a great day, I'm sure.  Writing this entry helped my mental health for today.  I am about to give my emotional health a workout by reading a book that could possibly devastate me... Another one of those weird paradox things. I will talk about that in my next entry, though.

I hope y'all had a great day on this day in history.  I think I will. (Sorry about that horrible grammatical mess to all you English geeks! I've got past, present, future tense in two short sentences!)

Listening to Chris Botti Radio on Pandora
"The Folks Who Live on the Hill" by Brad Mehldau
Album- Progression: Art of the Trio, Vol. 5  




Thursday, January 21, 2016

My Tired Me

Although I want to say that my morning was great, because nothing bad happened, I won't.  I have a nasty habit of minimizing my feelings and emotions because a) I have no right to complain and b) I don't matter as much as those who have a harsher life.  I feel like I should be out there being of service to those who need me rather than complain about my wonderful life.  

Guys, I really don't know what I'm talking about.  I'm trying to sound all wise and open when all I know is that I don't feel right today.  I'm tired; so tired. I woke up and got the kids off to school then came back in to lay down for 'just 20mins' and slept for 2 hours.  

Here is a little backstory on my fatigue issues:  Ever since I became a mom, which was as long as I've been an adult, I could sleep til I die.  At first, I thought it was because I was a single mom who preferred to work and party to sleeping.  Okay.  I think that's legit.  That was probably the reason.

Then I met and married the man God chose for me (CRAZY story behind that btw!).  He lived in a town 2hrs away and didn't live with my boy and me during the week. I had finally gotten my dream job when I was 21.  Do you want to know what that was?  I worked as a Bursar's office cashier at a university.  Don't laugh!  I still miss that job!  M-F/8-5!  Perfect for a single parent!  I had a state job with great benefits and paid holidays!  Prior to this it was nights and weekends; complete opposite of when day cares are open.  I was set, in my eyes.  That job still lives in my dreams.  I mean it.

Well, after a small time, I mostly just 'partied' with my hubs and on the weekends.  I think, during this period I wasn't so tired all the time.  I even felt okay to go to work when I was sick! 

When my daughter was born, we'd just moved to another area so I didn't have my awesome job anymore.  This is when my fatigue hit hard and never left.  Of course, at this point, my thyroid had the 'worst' TSH level the doc had ever seen.  Once I got that regulated, I was no longer a zombie but still very tired.

Extremely long story short, I'd been very tired from when baby girl was a baby until the point when we figured out why.  Keep in mind I'd been to docs several times over the years to try and figure out why I was so tired.  In the end, we just attributed it to my Hashimoto's Thyroid problem- an autoimmune disease.  No way out.  

On November 5th, 2014, I had a stroke.  I was 36yrs old- another CRAZY story to fit into an entry by itself so I won't go into it here.  

Docs found a huge hole in my heart and called it something like: Atrial Septal Defect.  Apparently this is usually diagnosed in children but my hole was so big, it didn't sound weird on the doc's heart-listening gadgets (I hate it when a word eludes me!) my whole life!  My current doc feels horrible that she never caught it but she isn't the only one.  

My dad passed away 4mos prior to that so I concluded that the only logical explanation was that my heart was literally on fire when I was grieving and it burned a hole in my heart.  Docs said that's not how it works but... What a coincidence!  I don't truly believe that's what happened but my heart really did feel like it was on fire when Dad died.  I really did have physical pain in my heart!  O, God!  I miss him so much. :(  Side note: I would rather give birth everyday for a year than EVER go through fresh/raw grief again, pain-wise.  

Anyway, docs at the hospital told me that this very well could be why I've been so tired all these years and that when they plugged the hole my fatigue could go away!  I guess not getting all of the oxygen I needed in my bloodstream was making me tired.  

During the surgery, I was awake.  I should note that the did not open me up.  They went in through the groin area.  When they got to my heart, they said the hole was even bigger than they thought and if it were any bigger they'd have to do open heart surgery!  Wow!!!!!  

Well, they were right!  Once I healed from both stroke and surgery I felt a LOT less tired!!!!!!  Yay!!!!  

So.  Why am I so tired now?  Lately, my asthma has been pretty active so I guess I may not be getting enough oxygen again.  I dunno.  That's really all I can think of.  Also my body is fighting a stupid cold.  I guess that could be it.  

Anyway, I got up and turned my computer on.  When I put on Pandora and the music started, I immediately felt better and more revived.  What a wonderful gift God has given us!  The ability to listen to/create music is so important.  Even one of my heroes, Martin Luther, said this “My heart, which is so full to overflowing, has often been solaced and refreshed by music when sick and weary.” Sometimes I am so proud to be a Lutheran Christian!  

May God bless your health!  

Listening to Chris Botti Radio on Pandora
"Drive Time" by Chris Botti
Album: Slowing Down the World

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Food for My 'Me'

Happy Wednesday readers!

It's been a pretty good couple of days.  Yesterday I got to Skype with my beautiful friend, Dawn, had a great day at both jobs, but I woke up tired this morning!!  So tired! I feel okay now though I'm sure I'll need a nap in between jobs if it works out.

The thought crossed my mind last night as I was drifting off to sleep that I may want to stop blogging.  Honestly, folks, it's embarrassing for me because I don't have a great self esteem.  I almost feel like (yes, feel) I may seem immature and cocky or like an idiot.

Truth is, I have no idea how I seem to others!  I'm just afraid of being attacked, I think.  I'm afraid that if I talk about the 'wrong' thing, someone is going to call me an idiot and tell me my faith is a farce, or I'm a weakling, or full of myself, or, or, or.  Well, I am full of myself; vain, but in a negative way.  I am constantly self assessing, self correcting, self actualizing, and self criticizing.  I suppose that's pretty much a human trait but I will be reamed for it!  Is that crazy, or what?!?  I am safe!  If there is an off chance that someone is nasty to me on my blog, I can use my mental health tools.  I have tons! I have ones from my Christian faith, a 12 Step program, and tools given to me by counselors.  I also have aromatherapy (thanks, Dawn!), healthy food, and service to others.  I will keep blogging, in spite of my baseless fears.

Speaking of healthy food,I am a firm believer that food is directly linked to most of our physical/mental issues.  It's already been proven to me, beyond a doubt, that the food I eat is the biggest reason I'm so sick.  It's the biggest reason most of us are as sick as we are.  Think about what happens to plants, if not given the correct nutrients!  The same thing happens to us after a long, expensive, and painful journey!  It's also been proven to me that eating healthy is volumes less expensive than eating the average American diet.    Don't believe it?  Take a look at any doctor bill and tell me that several $20,000-$500,000 doctor bills are cheaper than groceries and most people have more than one physical issue that requires more than one doc!  Also, eating 'whole' is cheaper than eating processed.  We just have to be in our kitchens more!  Believe me, I'm fully aware of the next reason people don't eat right- no time.

Priorities!  Where are they?!  We're sick and tired but scoff at those who eat healthy by saying, "I can't afford to eat like that," and then go home and haggle with creditors about hospital and doctor bills.  Don't get me started on prescriptions and weigh loss plans!  Most of those could be prevented if we ate the right things! Those who are young and haven't experienced that yet... just wait!  If you can eat healthy and take actual care of yourself, you will have way less $$ to pay out to docs/drugs/hospitals.  Do NOT  misunderstand and think I'm talking about weight.  I'm not talking about that! I'm talking about health.  Please know that there are millions of 'skinny' people who are dying slow and painful deaths because of poor health.  If we can just eat healthier, most of us will just have to pay insurance costs- which most of us pay, anyway.

I'm sure I don't have to tell you the lack of nutrients that most of the food we eat has.  How many nutrients does fast food have?  Canned?  Boxed?  Even cereal has vitamins added because of how lack-of-nutrients it is!  So many of us live on this junk!  How can body/mind function and be healthy by eating chemicals rather than fresh, raw, plant life?!  Don't take my word for it.  Look into it for yourselves.  I'm no doctor.  All I can tell you about is my experience and what I've researched on my own.  Don't forget that there is an ever-expanding number of docs that are starting to see these things and teach it to their patients.

Also, think about life insurance.  The more unhealthy you are, the more expensive it is!  C'mon people!  We can't afford to be unhealthy!!!  Eat some fruits and veggies!  I, of course, include myself in all of this.  Although I go through periods of healthy action, my mentality takes over and I flunk.  I spend more money on food to feel right!  I wish it were as easy as it sounds.

I've been on this health quest for just under 12 years now, kicked off by Kevin Trudeau, and STILL can't force myself to eat right.  Knowing what you need to do is moot.  I'm finally beginning to realize that my biggest issue is mental and spiritual.  I need to treat this like it's life or death; which it is!

Anyway, I hope y'all have a great day.

*disclaimer- I am not a doctor.  All you have read is strictly my own experience.  You need to talk to your own doctor and do your own research to know what's best for you*

References:

  • http://www.forksoverknives.com/
  • https://www.facebook.com/rawfoodsonabudget
  • CNN- http://thechart.blogs.cnn.com/2012/05/17/usda-healthy-food-isnt-really-more-expensive/
  • http://youngonrawfood.com/
  • http://ohsheglows.com/
  • http://engine2diet.com/
Listening to Celtic Spirit Radio on Pandora
"Celtic Spirit Medley" by Celtic Spirit
Album: Celtic Dreams


Monday, January 18, 2016

My Spiritual 'Me'

As I begin this entry, I have not yet decided on a title so I'll just start typing and see what this ends up being about so I can title it appropriately.

I've not written since Friday morning.  This is day three of a three day weekend.  Friday evening I developed a sinus cold and I knew I was in for it when I felt it coming.  I was so irritated by it!  I hate colds!  On the one hand, I am glad I didn't have to miss any work, but just at the beginning of a three day weekend?!  I was looking forward to so much! *listening for the world's smallest violin*  Oh well.  I feel much better today, though still a little nauseated; my guess, due to post nasal drip.

When I got to work on Friday, my spiritual leader informed me that he had heard about my eldest son's most recent adventure (check blog from 1/15).  At first, I was so baffled as to how he knew about that and he told me he'd read my blog!  Wow!  I pictured some people reading this but had not realized that he might stumble onto it. I want people to read this but the thought didn't cross my mind that he might.  (Hello, Reverend! haha)  It's a little embarrassing because I mentioned some embarrassing things in my previous post!  After thinking about it for awhile, I was okay with it though.  This blog is supposed to show the struggles I'm going through so that one might see when/how I may/may not pull through to figuring out what a healthy 'me' looks like!

He told me on Friday, however, that he understands what I am going through as he'd had similar struggles.  He told me that once I realize God's true love for me, I may see myself as He sees me.  When that happens, I will not remain obsessive about temporary pleasures because I will be at true peace.

I have been thinking about that all weekend!  When the season of Lent comes around every year, I learn about Jesus' walk in the wilderness in preparation of fulfilling God's promises as the long-awaited-for Messiah.  I learn something new every year.  Anyway, after those 40 days, when Holy Week arrives, my soul starts to prepare itself for the loss of Jesus.  It is a very emotional time for me because this is when I feel the love of God the most. (((I want to remind you that this is not a blog about my Lutheran Christian faith, but my spirituality is the most important thing about me and I want my spirit to be healthy as well!)))  I picture my Lord in the garden, scared out of His mind about what He is about to go through.  Even now, as I type this, my heart feels devastated at the thought of how absolutely terrified He was! However, because He loves me as much as he does, he faced something no 'mere man' could face.

Why can't I understand how lovely I am in his sight?  I wonder if it is all of the distractions of this life, living in a technologically stimulated world where there is so much arguing and fighting and pain and, and, and.  It's hard to constantly feel God's sacrifice.  Sometimes, amidst all of that, God feels like a daydream.  Perhaps if I read about Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane every day, I can get back to that place of how Jesus was so scared- to the point of death- yet still followed through with His Promise because, in the end, His Divine side was stronger than his Man side... Big surprise, right?  Nope!

Well, everyone's spirituality is different and requires different realizations.  I struggle with the battle between my flesh and spirit everyday.  Now, that is something everyone can relate to-- even God!  I am so weak and when I'm scared of the right thing, as Jesus was, I know that I would not go through the sacrifice.  In my case, I'd be sacrificing things like ice cream, pizza, pasta, enchiladas, nachos, etc and most of the time I can't even do that!  I'm not even about to be tortured for hours on end, only to die on when it's over!  I'm talking ice cream, people!  Ice! Cream!

The point is, Jesus believed in God's love and plan for him.  Jesus knew who He was.  Who am I?  How do I matter?  In a world with billions and billions of spirits, where do I fit into all of that?  With so many people suffering such harsh lives and deaths, how do I matter?  I am an entitled, over indulgent, lazy, weak, jerk who doesn't appreciate her own life.

My spiritual leader told me that I matter.  I guess Jesus didn't just die for the poor and oppressed.  He died for the rich, poor, oppressors, oppressed, middle class, pedophiles, murderers, abusers, models, saints, teachers, thieves, doctors, and moms with overindulgent/selfish/minuscule problems.

My problem isn't that I think I'm too horrible for God to love me- it's that my life is so much better than others that I've no right to expect anything.  This is how I don't matter.  God has lifted me up from some very dark places but, now that I'm okay, I feel like I've exhausted my credits! :-0

Anyway, I'm sure my issue of minimizing my problems will soon fade and I will understand that God died for everyone... including those who have all they need, and more.

Listening to:
Celtic Thunder radio on Pandora
"A Place Among the Shores"
By Maire Brennan