Dear Younger Self

Dear younger self. Here you are on the day of your Christening, with all your grandparents. Nan Torraville is holding you. She will be gone before your second birthday, but you will feel her presence with you all your life. You are named Michelle, but you will be known as Shelly.

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Happy Birthday Momma

10 years ago, this past week I went to Newfoundland to surprise my mom for her 70th birthday. I made plans with my dear friends, Lois and Bill Dawe, who are more like family,  to come into St. John’s and pick me up from the airport. I was supposed to arrive in the afternoon but travel in Atlantic Canada in February is not for the faint of heart, and the best-laid plans have a way of going by the wayside.

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Relationship Lessons

I learn lessons in so many unexpected ways. This is how I learned about the power of building a strong relationship.

I recently shared a post on my personal Facebook page. Nothing unusual about that. It had come up on my newsfeed a couple of times. The first time I scrolled by, not bothering to read it. The next time it came up I looked a bit closer. It had been shared a couple of times by people that I knew from a bloggers group I belong to, so I clicked on the link. It doesn’t matter what the content was about, because that is not the point of this blog. Continue reading “Relationship Lessons”

A year of Cleansing

When I chose “Cleansing” as my word for 2018, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. 2017 was a difficult year with the loss of our business, and therefore for me, a loss of sense of purpose, direction and income.

My hope was that going into 2018 with a mindset of cleansing would help me to shed those feelings of shame and disappointment. I also thought it would take a couple of months for me to “get over it” and “move on”.

Turns out that wasn’t the case. AT ALL.

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Christmas shows you may have missed

It seems that there is much discussion about the Hallmark channel Christmas movies. There are lists of the “best” and the “worst”, though honestly, I can’t really tell the difference.

With hundreds of channels and streaming services, there are more shows available than ever before. I think it is wonderful that technology gives us the ability to watch shows whenever we want, but it’s kind of sad that we miss the anticipation of waiting for a show, or an event.

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Connecting Traditions with our Lives

Whether it’s dinner on Sundays when the whole family gets together, or something as simple as eating the red smarties last. Traditions help to connect us to our past and create memories for years to come. I was reminded of the importance of remembering special times when I wrote A Life in Review

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Rehab One Performance Center

This post is sponsored by Rehab One Performance Center. The content and opinions are my own.

One of the best things about having my own blog is that I to choose with whom I work. That’s why I’m so pleased to be able to share my experience as a client of Rehab One Performance Center. Continue reading “Rehab One Performance Center”

Turning the Tables

 

I’ve been on hiatus from writing, and it has been a choice, and then again, it hasn’t. This last year and a half has kicked my ass. I have moved from what I did for work and who I was, to what I do and who I am now. There has been depression, anxiety, lethargy, weight gain, self loathing and feelings of unworthiness. I keep feeling that I should be feeling something, or doing something, but I don’t and I can’t. Not every day, but enough of them that the good days feel far apart, and much too short.

I have been doing some work around the house, purging unused and unloved items, cleaning up, dusting the cobwebs and rearranging furniture. Today’s project was moving a large, heavy oak poker table from the spare room into another that we use as an office. I babysit during the week, and I wanted more space in the spare room for the girls to play.

When I started the process, I had to turn the table on its side, so I could roll it out through the doorway. I leaned it back and struggled to hold on to it as the top headed for the floor. Then I rolled it to the door.  I got it halfway out, but it got stuck. I rolled it, pulled it, and pushed it back into the room, tried another angle, but all for naught. I was mad, and hot and sweating. I went to get a screwdriver to take off the legs. I found one, but the piece didn’t fit the screws. I went back and found another one and took out the five screws that held the leg in place, or so I thought. Once I had removed the screws, the leg was still attached. I could see how but had no idea how to release it. I tried every way I could think of to move it, but nothing worked.

Now, I’m even more hot, and sweating and mad and cursing. I decided to take the door off the hinges. Once again, I couldn’t find a thing to do it, so I went to the kitchen and got a knife. I pried off the top bolt, which moved easily, and then promptly fell back down, and got stuck. I finally got it out and moved on to the bottom one which was stuck fast. I finally got the knife under the edge of the bolt, and had to bang on the end of the knife to move it.  All the while, I’m still hot, sweating and cursing, adding frustration and tears. I finally succeeded getting the bolt loose, and the door fell off. Luckily, I caught it and moved it aside.

Now for the next attempt at moving the table. Once again, I got the table halfway through the door, and it got stuck. This time there were only centimeters of the table leg on the other side of the door frame, but it wasn’t going any further. As hard as I tried to move the leg, or push of pull the table, it was truly stuck.

I collapsed on the floor, cursing at the door, at the table and crying. “Why can’t I do this?” I walked into the bedroom while the tears streamed down my face, feeling utterly defeated. I bawled and cursed for I don’t know how long, feeling stupid, feeling like a failure, drenched in sweat and tears. In the midst of all of that, I felt something change.

I took a deep breath and went to the bathroom to wash my face. I texted my husband to ask him how to release the leg. He replied with how and what tool to use, and where to find it in the garage. I removed the leg and tried to move the table again. I was still not working, so I pushed it back, and decided to remove another leg. I had to get another screwdriver as the screws on the other three legs were different again, but I found it, and proceeded to take the leg off the table. Then I could easily move the table from one room to the other. Only afterwards, did I see the rest of the message that said I would probably have to remove two legs for it to work.

The funny thing (not funny haha, but funny ironic) is that in my despair I felt an energy shift that I realize I have been holding onto for months in my mindset of “just get through it”.  The metaphors of being unhinged, breaking down the door, having a few screws loose, not having a stable leg to stand on seem quite relevant, and the irony is not lost on me. I realize now that while I was cleaning up and decluttering my physical house, I needed to do that to my “personal’ house as well.

Here are some things that I have learned from this experience.

  • When the time is right, you will do it.
  • Blaming other things, or people for your troubles won’t get you anywhere
  • No matter how hard you try, some things just won’t fit through the door
  • Just because something doesn’t fit through the door doesn’t mean that it is your fault or that there is anything wrong with you
  • Even when you have a plan, there could be a place where you will get stuck
  • It’s ok to ask for help when you get stuck
  • There are tools available to make the work easier. You might even know what they are, but if you don’t know where they are, you can ask someone who does
  • When you do ask for help, wait to hear all their advice before you go off to solve the problem. You could miss a crucial bit of information
  • You must do your work yourself.

Ray and I have been talking for months about moving that table. So why did I decide on that day that I would just do it? He was out of town, so there was no way that he would be home to fix things or do it for me. I believe it was so that I could experience that moment of despair and frustration that allowed me to have this epiphany. It was up to me to do my work. Afterwards I felt such a relief that had nothing to do with getting a table from one room to the next. Right away the title for this blog came to me and the sentences were forming in my head. I took my babysitting charge to a play park and as she played I took out a notebook and pen. I started writing longhand (in cursive) and the words flowed onto the pages (5 of them). I don’t have any idea how long I wrote, because it was so effortless and easy. Not like things have been for so many months. I know that not all the days to come will be roses and sunshine, but I know that I have made it through. The tables have turned.