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Beauty on the Backroads

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This year will be different

January 14, 2020

It’s a third of the way through January, and I already feel like I’m doing it wrong. Doing what wrong, I’m not sure. It’s just that I have this sense that I’m somehow squandering the new year. That a new start should feel more productive, more monumental. While I appreciate the opportunity for renewal that comes with the start of a new year, I kind of hate all the pressure that tags along. We’re “supposed to” dream big and plan and set goals, none of which are bad things, but how can any one day of the year hold that much expectation?

Photo by Glen Carrie on Unsplash

If I’ve learned anything over the years it’s that the planning, the dreaming, the goal-setting is a constant process of re-evaluation. We can make our plans, dream our dreams and set our goals, but life often has other plans for us and if we don’t hold those things loosely, we can easily convince ourselves we’ve failed if we don’t achieve what we set out to do at the beginning of the year.

It’s the bigness of the dreams, goals and plans that bothers me right now. A dream, goal or plan doesn’t have to be big to be good.

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I spent half of last year dealing with an ovarian cyst. Between the discovery of it, the surgery to remove it and the recovery from surgery, it was five months, not all of it active, but the issue was looming in the background. In the fall, before surgery, my health took a scary turn–high blood pressure and extreme anxiety. I had been taking on too much and not taking care of myself.

Photo by Robert Bye on Unsplash

I was squeezing extra work–writing, reading–into the margins of my day. I felt really productive most days, but all that constant working was taking a toll on my body. The month of recovery after my surgery left me with quite a shock. I couldn’t do all the things I normally could do. I rested. I read. I watched shows and movies.

And I thought about what needed to change for this year. What settled in my soul is a hard statement to put into words.

The truth is: I want to do less this year.

(There. I said it. And I survived. Even now, though, I want to erase it.)

Do less? Who wants to do less? Who makes that their goal?

I am fully aware that we live in a world where more is the word that grabs our attention. Every advertisement convinces us we need more of this or that. More savings. More stuff. More money. More, more, more.

I’ve been wrestling with this plan to do less for months, and I’m still not completely comfortable with it. Will people think I’m lazy if I say I want to scale back and do less? Will I appear apathetic or uncaring when I say “no” to some things?

Honestly, I don’t care what people think about this plan. I have no proof, but I think this elusive quest for more is killing us, and I’m over it.

I didn’t know how much I needed the break from everything until I was on medical leave, and it’s almost embarrassing that it took a medical reason to force my rest. The pace of life slowed way down for me in November, and I tried hard not to let it ramp up again in December. Fortunately for me, my body wouldn’t allow me to jump back in to life as it was before the surgery, so I had to ease into it.

Now it’s January and the pressure to “get back to normal” is creeping back in. But I don’t want to go back to normal. Not the normal that had me sobbing in two doctors’ offices with terrifying blood pressure numbers and prescription anxiety medication in my hands.

Friends, that’s not normal. It can’t be. (Please don’t hear me say that anxiety is not normal or that it’s somehow wrong to take medication. That’s not what I’m saying, not at all.)

As much as I might want to do more, this year, I’m focusing on doing less.

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You might know that I choose a word every year–something to center my life on for the year, a word that becomes my focus.

Last year’s word was “intention.” It was a good word, a good plan for the year, forcing me to think ahead about some things and not just drift through my life. I didn’t write much specifically about that word, but I do feel like it changed me and helped me grow throughout the year.

For this year, I pondered a couple of words that went along with the theme of less doing, more being, words like rest and return, but the one that keeps speaking to my soul is “abide.”

It’s a bit archaic, the meaning I’m going for. It’s the idea of living or dwelling with. It’s not quite the opposite of intention, although it feels a little like it is. I don’t mean to accept whatever comes my way or tolerate bad behavior or anything like that. I just need to reconnect with this inner sense of being.

Apart from what I do and produce in this life, I want to abide as who I am at my core. And to do that, I have to strip off all the expectations that what I do, what I produce, makes me who I am.

It is no small task.

One way I’ve started implementing the idea of abiding is by letting the morning hours be leisurely. Last year, I was waking up around 5:30 a.m. trying to write or otherwise do creative work for an hour or so before I felt everyone had to start getting ready for work and school. A lot of mornings, I would be frustrated because my kids wake up early, and I wanted to protect that hour. I did get some things done, but I always felt a bit rushed in the morning.

Since my health issues, I reformed the morning hours. I still wake up around 5:30 a.m. but the first little bit is for spiritual practices. I listen to a short prayer program called Pray As You Go, and I read the daily passages offered in the Book of Common Prayer. These are things I had abandoned in favor of productivity last year, and while I don’t hold any expectation for these practices (i.e. if I start my day with prayer and Bible reading, the rest of the day will go well!), they do help me fight the urge to do.

When I finish those two practices, I make coffee and breakfast. I read for leisure. And then I start getting ready for work. It’s a rhythm that’s working for me right now, and I do feel better able to start the day on a more centered note.

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The temptation, with a word like “abide,” will be to let some things slide. I am letting go of some things this year, but my hope is to create more space for the things I feel are more important. For example, I’m planning to take one afternoon/evening a month to leave work and head to a coffee shop and focus on my writing until I’m ready to come home. I will sacrifice some family time to do this, but if I want to accomplish my writing goals, I have to.

In other ways, I’m starting over. Like with running. I’m back to the plan I used when I first started running, if only to ease my body back into the habit. My muscles remember, though, and as badly as I want to just run and keep running, I’m forcing myself to stick to the running and walking plan for now. Last year, I ran five 5k races which was not something I planned to do. But I consider it a great accomplishment. Last year, I wanted to try a 4-mile race for the first time, but my husband got sick and I couldn’t follow through with that.

This year, I want to run a half-marathon with my husband–13 miles to celebrate 13 years of marriage. This is a goal that terrifies me, especially since I’m practically starting over with running. Maybe that doesn’t sound like it fits with the “do less” plan. It is probably the biggest goal I have this year, and it will take discipline and focus. I will have to do less of other things to stick to my training plan.

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Forward. Forward. Forward. 

It’s the way we’re always told to be moving. To grow is to advance, and I don’t think it’s always wrong, but I don’t think we give enough credit to the idea of circling back. Of returning. Of starting again. Sometimes we need to return to the places we’ve been, to walk a circle instead of a straight line, to revisit a place, physical or mental or spiritual, that we think we’ve moved on from. And we need to see it as part of the process, instead of as negative progress or regression.

If you find yourself in a place of returning, a place of circling, a place of starting over, please know that you’re not doing it wrong. More isn’t always better. Forward isn’t always the best direction. Growth and change can happen when you’re standing still (just ask the trees). It can happen when the world is cold and dark (just ask the seeds planted in spring).

Whatever you choose to focus on this year, may it bring you joy and peace.

Filed Under: One Word 365 Tagged With: abide, anxiety, january, OneWord 365

Highs and lows

October 3, 2019

I’ve been watching the temperatures this week. We hit 90 on Wednesday, the second day of October, which just made me cranky. A day later, the high was projected to be 25 degrees lower than that and by the end of the week, there was a projected low in the 40s. 

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Fall, finally. I fully acknowledge that some of us love summer and hate to see it end, but I’m the kind of girl who longs for the relief of fall, when you can open the windows and leave them open and wear layers of clothes without sweating through them. I know fall means winter is coming and the cold with it, but even that is not something I dread. I need the variety of seasons in my weather and in my life.

Besides the temperatures, there were some other highs and lows I noticed this week. Each one is significant in its own way, a signaling of a season change or a subtle shift.

Let’s start with a high.

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300.

Last week, on a whim, I decided to ask people for likes on my Facebook page. It’s not something I do all the time, but I wanted to see if I could get to 300. I was surprised when it actually happened because Facebook is such a finicky place to be.

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It’s not that 300 is any kind of magic number or that I’m desperately seeking attention. It’s just that Facebook page likes are a necessary part of what I want to do with my writing, and since I don’t always talk about that, I thought I’d try to explain.

I’ve pretty much always been a writer.  I was filling notebooks full of stories as far back as elementary school, shoving them into the hands of unsuspecting guests at our house. When you’re a child writing stories, there’s not a lot of risk involved in showing someone what you’ve written. Few people will squash a child’s creativity, at least that’s my experience. But when you grow up, it’s different. I’ve had dreams of writing books and having them published. This dream may not go back as far as my early writings but it’s been with me long enough that I can’t ignore it. And I’m learning that it’s a lot of hard work, no matter the path you take. Dreams don’t usually land in our laps or get handed to us like gifts. They take work.

So, three years ago, I created a Facebook page as a way to establish myself as a “serious” writer. (Note to all writers reading this: you are a serious writer, even if you don’t have a Facebook page.) I had been to a writing conference and met with a couple of agents, one of whom asked me how I was reaching my readers. And I was all like, “What readers?” (Just kidding!) But her question had me thinking that I could do more, so I created the page and tried not to send an invite to everyone on my friends list. As much as I’d love for everyone I know to read my writing, the truth is not every person I know or have ever met is going to be a reader of my writing.

Still, finding readers is hard when you don’t have a lot for them to find. The world is saturated with words, so finding MY readers sometimes feels like whispering into a noisy crowd. I sent some invites and had my blog posts sent to the page, but I didn’t do a whole lot more to “grow” my readership or engagements.

Last year, when I turned 40, I made an after-40 list. I’ve talked about this more than once here, how it’s not a bucket list because I’m not interested in a literal deadline for the things I want to do. Some of the goals I put on that list are writing goals, things I don’t want to say I’ll do “someday.” And then this year on my birthday, a writer I respect, who changed the way I think about a lot of things, died at the age of 37. And I realized even more that I want to chase my dreams in every way I can.

So, asking people to like my Facebook page is one component of that dream chase because the writing I’m doing is not just these sometimes blog posts or the occasional Chicken Soup article. I’m writing novels, and some of you don’t know that because it’s hard for me to talk about something that I hold so close to my heart. I have three novels in various states of progress, and I’m actively working on one to finish it. 

I tell you this, hoping you’ll stick around for more than just blog posts.

300 is just a number. But it’s also more than that.

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4.

I’ve told you about my recent anxiety struggles and how I’ve been given medication to take to help with it. It’s an as-needed kind of medicine, and I’m using it sparingly, often as a last resort. (Please don’t take that to mean that’s my belief about medication for you or anyone else. Take your meds, if you’ve got them. Do whatever it takes to be the best version of you.)

As I’ve been able to manage the anxiety with medication, I’ve also been able to take action on some of the stressors in my life. I haven’t removed them completely, of course, because that’s mostly impossible. But taking these small steps has lessened my anxiety about all the things I think I’m supposed to be handling right now.

So, “four” is the number of days I recently went without taking any anxiety meds. I had been taking a small dose most days to get through, and after those four days passed, I was back on the meds for a couple of days. 

I’m not going to lie, those four days felt really good. Like I had accomplished something big, and I could “handle” this on my own. But I’m also trying not to frame my days as good or bad based on whether I take meds or not. A day with meds or a day without, they’re just days. They’re different but one is not better than the other.

I’m still working on that perspective.

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108/74.

A month ago, my blood pressure was so high that the doctor who is going to perform my surgery made a funny-not-funny joke about having a stroke. After being on blood pressure medication for years and then making some positive health changes and being taken off the medication, this was a difficult time for me. So, I went back on a lower dose of my previous medication and gradually, my blood pressure returned to the normal range.

When I went to the doctor this week for another check, my BP registered at 108/74. That’s about as low as it was earlier in the summer when we decided to take me off the medication. For now, I’m staying on it, and I’m so relieved by this number because that should mean that surgery will go ahead at the end of the month, and that I’m finding my “normal” again.

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6.

Almost a week ago, I decided to swap out my regular coffee habit for decaf to see if it would help with the anxiety. The four-days-without-meds coincided with this decision, and since I haven’t really noticed a negative effect of switching to decaf, I’m sticking with it for now. The only drawback is I’m tired by about 9 o’clock, but maybe that would happen anyway.

Photo by Heather Ford on Unsplash

Have no fear, coffee lovers, I’m still choosing to drink high-quality decaf coffee. I’m planning to pick up some premium local decaf this weekend, no matter the cost because if I’m going to choose to drink decaf, then I’m going to make it count.

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Ups and downs. Highs and lows. Ebb and flow. Life, I’m continuing to learn, is not about either-or. It’s both-and. Even when those things feel like opposites.

Filed Under: dreams, health & fitness, mental health Tagged With: anxiety, coffee, Facebook, fall weather

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