Tuesday, August 2, 2016
The Value of Touch
How many times a day do you have physical contact with others?
This could mean a kiss from your spouse, hug from your children, or a hand shake with a colleague.
Now think of all the other times you see people, but don't have any physical contact with them. At home, at the coffee shop, getting your lunch, walking down the sidewalk....the possibilities are endless.
Physical touch is something most of us take for granted. We generally experience a healthy amount of positive touch that allows us the value of not knowing what life would be like without it.
As a massage therapist, I personally know the value of touch in a way most don't.
During school they put us through a class called "Special Populations." We learn about massage for the elderly, disabled, infants and children, and pregnant women. When they talk to you about the elderly, or geriatrics, you learn something. Something a book can't teach you. Something you can only know by experience.
Regardless of how you massage, sometimes it's the power of touch and touch alone that heals.
I never fully understood that until I massaged some wonderful residents at an assisted living facility. They didn't want to be "massaged". They wanted a hand on their back to soothe them. They wanted to just have their hand held. They wanted to feel another human. Their entire lives were spent with human contact the same as us, but as they aged their lives became more secluded from physical touch. In an assisted living facility, it was one of the main things they lacked. They wanted to feel loved and important again. At first I really tried to massage them and couldn't understand why their definition of massage was different than mine. Why did they just want to have their back rubbed like you would a child? I really couldn't comprehend it, until a woman said "It just feels so comforting to have you hold my hand. Can you just do that?" Just hold her hand. It was so simple, yet so hard for me to understand why that's all she wanted. I was fortunate enough to have loved ones that gave me warm embraces on a daily basis. I'll never forget how grateful she was to hold my hand and tell me about her day. It was an experience that left a big impact and that has stayed with me with every elderly client I've had the pleasure of working with.
Just knowing that you've changed someone's day and possibly even their life by a single touch is powerful.
I've spent a lot of time thinking about the people in my life that I've helped with massage. It's often the kind of job where people thank you when they leave. You've helped relieved their pain and ease their sore muscles and they're always grateful.
Until last week, it never occurred to me that human contact could also be as valued by someone younger. Another client explained to me how just positive touch and human contact was something they didn't know they needed, but something they've been needing for a long time. It helped them and they were truly grateful.
We spend our lives with other people, but what happens when we starve ourselves of the physical contact we need? We become so lonely that emotional pain can become physical pain. We, as humans, are designed to comfort each other through physical touch. It's in our nature.
Next time you give someone a hug or a reassuring pat on the back, think of how that will improve their day and yours. Imagine what it would be like without it.
Touch is one of the beautiful things we take for granted daily. It's a beautiful part of life. Someday you may not have that, or it may not be what you used to have.
We should be grateful and never forget the power of touch.
Friday, July 1, 2016
10 Things I've Learned In The Outdoors
As a addicted trail runner, avid hiker, and hopeless camper I've learned a few things while out in the wild. So I thought I'd share with everyone my "10 most valued things I've learned while in the outdoors." Hopefully this will motivate you to get out and enjoy Mother Nature, if you aren't already.
Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy the laughs, wisdom, and experience I've listed out for you today!!
:-)
#10 - Where's the Wifi?
Unplugging while enjoying the outdoors can cause quite the panic attack. I'm VERY attached to my devices and am also a habitual/somewhat annoying photographer. If it fits behind my lens, I'm gonna photograph it. (75% of my phone's memory is pictures and videos!) I've been able to find a healthy balance when hiking, camping, or trail running. I put my phone on airplane mode and use it as a camera only...or just bring a good old fashioned camera. If it's just a day trip I notify someone when I leave and then again upon arrival back home with no texting, calling, emailing or facebooking in between. If it's an overnighter of any length, I allow myself time to "attempt" to get a signal and review missed texts, calls, or emails once or twice throughout the trip to suppress my anxieties about missing something important from work or home. I've learned to find this balance the hard way. Why seek out solitude and nature if you can't part with the happenings of the concrete jungle??
#9 - Mother Nature Does Not Discriminate!
To explain a little further, Mother Nature does not care if you're female, male, white, black, handicapped or disabled. SHE DOES NOT DISCRIMINATE! If a storm rolls through, she will rain, hail, thunder, lightening, snow, and blow her way over you, your camp, and your companions. That being said, I try to always prepare accordingly. At times, I've brought multiple clothing layers, back up snacks (Which could be argued as full meals!) and even my trail journal. All that stuff adds up. But then I found out that knowledge alone is 100% ultralight! Seriously! I educated myself on certain situations and ways to handle then without carrying a lot of gear. I even found some ultra light weight gear that I can bring without really noticing it being there. This gives me peace of mind knowing that I'm prepared for the worst. I've learned different ways to start a fire, search for water, hunt for food, and stay warm. If you feel like you've got Mother Nature beat, think again. She's tough and unforgiving, but can leave even the smartest person without words. Know how she works, ALWAYS check the forecast, and never stop learning about ways to protect yourself and others.
#8 - Injuries Really Are the Pits!!
Have you ever been injured on the trail? I have. It's not fun or convenient. Especially if you've hiked or ran and you're miles away from anyone and any cell service. If the injury's minor enough to limp your way off the trail and back home then you're good. But then what? The worst part of the injury is being "banned" from the trail and possibly any physical activity period. My advice, if your doctor, PT, or LMT says to rest the injury for "x" amount of days/weeks/months.....just suck it up and listen to them. Utilize your down time by researching new gear, new trails, or new food/energy options. Being stuck down is so hard, but going out on an unhealed injury can cause so many issues. It'll take the injury much longer to heal. It could heal incorrectly. Or worst of all, it could get reinjured leaving you possibly stranded or down for longer. Injuries are not something to mess with. Respect your body and take care of it so you can enjoy the outdoors when you're healthy and prepare for it when you're not.
#7 - The Bare Necessities
From a recent injury, I spent my down time researching better ways to go lightweight for short overnights and day trips. This last year I felt like I was bringing way too much on a day trip. I try to always involve the motto "Always Be Prepared." (It's almost as if those scouts know what they're talking about!!) But sometimes I over prepare and pack too much. I recently listened to some episodes of a podcast called "The First 40 Miles" where they discussed small changes to reduce pack weight. One of the ideas was to get rid of things you don't/won't need such as a knife sharpener. When I first heard that I laughed and immediately said "yea...ok," but then they asked, "How many times have you had to use your sharpener while on the trail?" My answer...not once. I sharpen before I go and again when I return, but while out on the trail.......well, you get the picture. It got my wheels turning, so I dumped out my day pack and reviewed the contents and was able to get rid of quite a bit. The moral of the story...ask yourself IF you really need this "thing" and WHEN was the last time you used it while out on the trail.
#6 - Mother Nature Makes The BEST Therapist!
Ever have one of those days where you just need to vent? You're frustrated, angry, or having a terrible day and all you want to do is go home and go back to bed. The best cure for all of that is some time alone out in the wilderness. One of my favorite quotes by John Muir is "Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves." That guy truly knew how to enjoy nature enough. The best way to get rid of your problems, sadness, and frustrations is to enter the wilderness. Leave your issues at the trail head and let Mother Nature take over from there. She may not solve your problems, but she will change your demeanor and possibly your way of handling things. The best part, she listens, 100%, judgement free.
#5 - Ever Get The Feeling You're Being Watched?
Aw, the great outdoors. Trees, dirt, air, the quiet stillness of open wild spaces. There's just nothing quite like it. But what happens when "nature" gets a little too close? I've had a few run ins with wild animals during my adventures. Most smaller animals are nothing more than cute and picture worthy, but what about the larger ones? The ones with teeth and tempers? There are a few guides online that give you tips on how to handle larger animals on the trails. In my area, it's mountain lions, bobcats, bears, coyotes, and wolves. Thankfully, my only run in with coyotes and wolves have been at night while camping. I met a friendly, domesticated bobcat and one that was just curious from a distance. I had one run in with a mountain lion that I will never forget. Hiking with my son, I had the overwhelming feeling of being watched. After a while I spotted it. A beautiful golden mountain lion about 10 yards to my right, stealthily stalking us parallel to the trail. It followed us for about a half mile before we got back to the campsite. When I hike and camp, I always carry a gun. It only took the sound of me racking the slide of my gun for the animal to catch the hint and run away, but not before snatching a bird out of a nearby tree and leaving behind only a mess of feathers. It was terrifying, but knowing that my first instincts were protective for my son and myself ,and that fear was the last thing in my mind, was somewhat comforting. I suggest you research the animals in your area and be familiar with what to do when encountering these animals and also how to prevent these encounters. Wild animals are nothing to mess with. Remember, you're presence is just as threatening to them as they are to you.
#4 - Water Really Is Important.
Have you ever been dehydrated before? Not just hot summer day, mouth dry, quenching for thirst dehydrated, but severe dehydration? It can be serious and even life threatening if not treated. When out on a trail or camping, it's important to recognize the signs. Thirsty, dry mouth, dry skin that doesn't bounce back when pinched, no more sweating, irritability, rapid breathing, low blood pressure. These are all signs of dehydration. The best way to prevent this? Drink, drink again, and lastly, drink some more. 60% of the human body is made up of water. That's a lot of water. Your blood, lymph, nutrients, and spinal fluid all include water. Picture a big juicy steak compared to a slice of jerky. That's what happens to your body without proper fluid intake. Even if the temperature isn't very hot out, it's still possible to get dehydrated. Being out on the trail without proper water can be very dangerous. Know your area. If there's a good water source and you have a filter then pack light and plan to pick up and filter water on the way, but if there's no water source around, pack plenty of water. I always pack an extra water bottle that I leave in the car. I've had so many trips where I've drank more than expected and still had a good 30-60 minute drive before I get back to town. Having that extra water at the car has saved me more than once.
#3 - Hills And Mountains Are Two Very Different Things!
Have you ever been back East? They've got hills over there. Some places even have BIG hills. But guess what we have in the West? Mountains. Lots and lots of mountains. I'm talking 6,000 feet and above elevation mountains. What's the difference between a hill and a mountain? It's all in the grade. I've gone trail running where I've gained 2,000 feet of elevated over 6 miles and others where I've gained 800 feet over an 1/8th of a mile. The steeper the course, the harder it is. This might sound like a no brainer, but in most cases, what goes up must come down. A lot of injuries happen on some sore of incline, whether heading up or down. It's easy to lose footing and fall. Know the elevations you're going to be coming across and what gear or skill levels are required to conquer them.
#2 - Nature Will ALWAYS Call....
It never fails. I get a few miles into a trail and then WHAM!! I have to go to the bathroom. So what's the best way to get this done out in nature? Well for men, find a bush, a tree or just turn your back to the trail and get 'er done. For us girls, it's all about the "squat" and the privacy. Time is also a factor. You can be 65 miles away from civilization on a trail that's long been forgotten and low and behold you'll take a quick pee break and someone will come whistling along the trail. It's Murphy's Law. (Thanks for that Murphy.) I recommend using a biodegradable toilet paper, washable rag or bandana, or just the quick shake and go. Either way, it's best to do it quickly and as inconspicuous as possible. But what about the dreaded #2? Yea, it happens to the best of us. ;-) Make sure you dig a hole - roughly 6-8 inches deep - and 200 feet off the trail and away from any water sources. When you're done, bury it, and walk away knowing you've accomplished something. It's as easy as that.
#1 - If It's Harder Than Expected, You're Probably Doing It Right. Probably.
You can prepare for weeks for a trip, or even leave at the last minute. You're always going to forget something. You may run into mechanical issues, gear failures, or even nature induced setbacks. The best thing to remember when heading out into the wilderness is to over prepare, and then go with the flow. This doesn't mean bring 3 pairs of shoes just in case. It means, plan for rain, plan for wounds, plan for water shortage, and then plan for fun. Don't sweat the small stuff, and if the worst happens and your trip gets cut short or cancelled, give yourself time to replan, then get back out there and try it again.
Hope you all enjoyed this. Now go outside and enjoy yourself this weekend!!
Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy the laughs, wisdom, and experience I've listed out for you today!!
:-)
#10 - Where's the Wifi?
Unplugging while enjoying the outdoors can cause quite the panic attack. I'm VERY attached to my devices and am also a habitual/somewhat annoying photographer. If it fits behind my lens, I'm gonna photograph it. (75% of my phone's memory is pictures and videos!) I've been able to find a healthy balance when hiking, camping, or trail running. I put my phone on airplane mode and use it as a camera only...or just bring a good old fashioned camera. If it's just a day trip I notify someone when I leave and then again upon arrival back home with no texting, calling, emailing or facebooking in between. If it's an overnighter of any length, I allow myself time to "attempt" to get a signal and review missed texts, calls, or emails once or twice throughout the trip to suppress my anxieties about missing something important from work or home. I've learned to find this balance the hard way. Why seek out solitude and nature if you can't part with the happenings of the concrete jungle??
#9 - Mother Nature Does Not Discriminate!
To explain a little further, Mother Nature does not care if you're female, male, white, black, handicapped or disabled. SHE DOES NOT DISCRIMINATE! If a storm rolls through, she will rain, hail, thunder, lightening, snow, and blow her way over you, your camp, and your companions. That being said, I try to always prepare accordingly. At times, I've brought multiple clothing layers, back up snacks (Which could be argued as full meals!) and even my trail journal. All that stuff adds up. But then I found out that knowledge alone is 100% ultralight! Seriously! I educated myself on certain situations and ways to handle then without carrying a lot of gear. I even found some ultra light weight gear that I can bring without really noticing it being there. This gives me peace of mind knowing that I'm prepared for the worst. I've learned different ways to start a fire, search for water, hunt for food, and stay warm. If you feel like you've got Mother Nature beat, think again. She's tough and unforgiving, but can leave even the smartest person without words. Know how she works, ALWAYS check the forecast, and never stop learning about ways to protect yourself and others.
#8 - Injuries Really Are the Pits!!
Have you ever been injured on the trail? I have. It's not fun or convenient. Especially if you've hiked or ran and you're miles away from anyone and any cell service. If the injury's minor enough to limp your way off the trail and back home then you're good. But then what? The worst part of the injury is being "banned" from the trail and possibly any physical activity period. My advice, if your doctor, PT, or LMT says to rest the injury for "x" amount of days/weeks/months.....just suck it up and listen to them. Utilize your down time by researching new gear, new trails, or new food/energy options. Being stuck down is so hard, but going out on an unhealed injury can cause so many issues. It'll take the injury much longer to heal. It could heal incorrectly. Or worst of all, it could get reinjured leaving you possibly stranded or down for longer. Injuries are not something to mess with. Respect your body and take care of it so you can enjoy the outdoors when you're healthy and prepare for it when you're not.
#7 - The Bare Necessities
From a recent injury, I spent my down time researching better ways to go lightweight for short overnights and day trips. This last year I felt like I was bringing way too much on a day trip. I try to always involve the motto "Always Be Prepared." (It's almost as if those scouts know what they're talking about!!) But sometimes I over prepare and pack too much. I recently listened to some episodes of a podcast called "The First 40 Miles" where they discussed small changes to reduce pack weight. One of the ideas was to get rid of things you don't/won't need such as a knife sharpener. When I first heard that I laughed and immediately said "yea...ok," but then they asked, "How many times have you had to use your sharpener while on the trail?" My answer...not once. I sharpen before I go and again when I return, but while out on the trail.......well, you get the picture. It got my wheels turning, so I dumped out my day pack and reviewed the contents and was able to get rid of quite a bit. The moral of the story...ask yourself IF you really need this "thing" and WHEN was the last time you used it while out on the trail.
#6 - Mother Nature Makes The BEST Therapist!
Ever have one of those days where you just need to vent? You're frustrated, angry, or having a terrible day and all you want to do is go home and go back to bed. The best cure for all of that is some time alone out in the wilderness. One of my favorite quotes by John Muir is "Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves." That guy truly knew how to enjoy nature enough. The best way to get rid of your problems, sadness, and frustrations is to enter the wilderness. Leave your issues at the trail head and let Mother Nature take over from there. She may not solve your problems, but she will change your demeanor and possibly your way of handling things. The best part, she listens, 100%, judgement free.
#5 - Ever Get The Feeling You're Being Watched?
Aw, the great outdoors. Trees, dirt, air, the quiet stillness of open wild spaces. There's just nothing quite like it. But what happens when "nature" gets a little too close? I've had a few run ins with wild animals during my adventures. Most smaller animals are nothing more than cute and picture worthy, but what about the larger ones? The ones with teeth and tempers? There are a few guides online that give you tips on how to handle larger animals on the trails. In my area, it's mountain lions, bobcats, bears, coyotes, and wolves. Thankfully, my only run in with coyotes and wolves have been at night while camping. I met a friendly, domesticated bobcat and one that was just curious from a distance. I had one run in with a mountain lion that I will never forget. Hiking with my son, I had the overwhelming feeling of being watched. After a while I spotted it. A beautiful golden mountain lion about 10 yards to my right, stealthily stalking us parallel to the trail. It followed us for about a half mile before we got back to the campsite. When I hike and camp, I always carry a gun. It only took the sound of me racking the slide of my gun for the animal to catch the hint and run away, but not before snatching a bird out of a nearby tree and leaving behind only a mess of feathers. It was terrifying, but knowing that my first instincts were protective for my son and myself ,and that fear was the last thing in my mind, was somewhat comforting. I suggest you research the animals in your area and be familiar with what to do when encountering these animals and also how to prevent these encounters. Wild animals are nothing to mess with. Remember, you're presence is just as threatening to them as they are to you.
#4 - Water Really Is Important.
Have you ever been dehydrated before? Not just hot summer day, mouth dry, quenching for thirst dehydrated, but severe dehydration? It can be serious and even life threatening if not treated. When out on a trail or camping, it's important to recognize the signs. Thirsty, dry mouth, dry skin that doesn't bounce back when pinched, no more sweating, irritability, rapid breathing, low blood pressure. These are all signs of dehydration. The best way to prevent this? Drink, drink again, and lastly, drink some more. 60% of the human body is made up of water. That's a lot of water. Your blood, lymph, nutrients, and spinal fluid all include water. Picture a big juicy steak compared to a slice of jerky. That's what happens to your body without proper fluid intake. Even if the temperature isn't very hot out, it's still possible to get dehydrated. Being out on the trail without proper water can be very dangerous. Know your area. If there's a good water source and you have a filter then pack light and plan to pick up and filter water on the way, but if there's no water source around, pack plenty of water. I always pack an extra water bottle that I leave in the car. I've had so many trips where I've drank more than expected and still had a good 30-60 minute drive before I get back to town. Having that extra water at the car has saved me more than once.
#3 - Hills And Mountains Are Two Very Different Things!
Have you ever been back East? They've got hills over there. Some places even have BIG hills. But guess what we have in the West? Mountains. Lots and lots of mountains. I'm talking 6,000 feet and above elevation mountains. What's the difference between a hill and a mountain? It's all in the grade. I've gone trail running where I've gained 2,000 feet of elevated over 6 miles and others where I've gained 800 feet over an 1/8th of a mile. The steeper the course, the harder it is. This might sound like a no brainer, but in most cases, what goes up must come down. A lot of injuries happen on some sore of incline, whether heading up or down. It's easy to lose footing and fall. Know the elevations you're going to be coming across and what gear or skill levels are required to conquer them.
#2 - Nature Will ALWAYS Call....
It never fails. I get a few miles into a trail and then WHAM!! I have to go to the bathroom. So what's the best way to get this done out in nature? Well for men, find a bush, a tree or just turn your back to the trail and get 'er done. For us girls, it's all about the "squat" and the privacy. Time is also a factor. You can be 65 miles away from civilization on a trail that's long been forgotten and low and behold you'll take a quick pee break and someone will come whistling along the trail. It's Murphy's Law. (Thanks for that Murphy.) I recommend using a biodegradable toilet paper, washable rag or bandana, or just the quick shake and go. Either way, it's best to do it quickly and as inconspicuous as possible. But what about the dreaded #2? Yea, it happens to the best of us. ;-) Make sure you dig a hole - roughly 6-8 inches deep - and 200 feet off the trail and away from any water sources. When you're done, bury it, and walk away knowing you've accomplished something. It's as easy as that.
#1 - If It's Harder Than Expected, You're Probably Doing It Right. Probably.
You can prepare for weeks for a trip, or even leave at the last minute. You're always going to forget something. You may run into mechanical issues, gear failures, or even nature induced setbacks. The best thing to remember when heading out into the wilderness is to over prepare, and then go with the flow. This doesn't mean bring 3 pairs of shoes just in case. It means, plan for rain, plan for wounds, plan for water shortage, and then plan for fun. Don't sweat the small stuff, and if the worst happens and your trip gets cut short or cancelled, give yourself time to replan, then get back out there and try it again.
Hope you all enjoyed this. Now go outside and enjoy yourself this weekend!!
Wednesday, June 22, 2016
Do you smell that?
Imagine this.........
You feel yourself begin to stir. Your entire body is engulfed in a comfortable warmth that is so cozy and close you almost forget where you are. As consciousness groggily returns to you and your eyes adjust, you're greeted with light. Not just any light, but sunlight. It's warm rays dance on your cheeks and flutter on the edges of your eyelashes with every slow and steady blink. It's morning and the sun is your alarm clock. You hesitantly unzip your sleeping bag and the door to your tent to peer out into a blissful mountain morning. Nearby, water rushes, offering soft gurgles and the splashes of a morning salutation. Even the birds are drawn out by the sun and they begin to sing melodic words high into the canopies. The crisp air gently prickles your cheeks and grasps your nose as you take in the smell of high mountain dirt and fresh green pine trees. The smell of pine is overwhelmingly strong, yet silently pleasing.
This is bliss. This is the mountains.
I know the specific place I pictured when writing that. It holds a very special place in my heart. As the summer begins and the outdoor season is upon us, I wanted to share the reason why I thrive on going outdoors. I love to experience new things. The thrill of a new trail with new twists and turns, new dirt, and amazing new views is absolutely exhilarating to me.
I often find myself distracted and thinking about the next trail. What will the trees be like? Will there be enough trees for a hammock or afternoon shade? Will there be water to soak my tired feet? What kind of smells will my dogs discover. Lastly, is this the place I'll take my next favorite picture?
Hiking, camping, trail running...these are all passions of mine. They are my therapy. They keep my sane when life feels as though its crumbling. They keep me grounded and remind me that not all problems are as big as they seem. They teach me things about myself, my home., and my family. They've taught me to be humble, grateful, resist pain and rise above it and above all-how to heal from anger, sorrow, and pain. Because of them, I've gained a new appreciation for the place I live, and a new yearning for the places I long to go.
Where will my next adventure be?
Colorado my friends.
And it's already begun.
You feel yourself begin to stir. Your entire body is engulfed in a comfortable warmth that is so cozy and close you almost forget where you are. As consciousness groggily returns to you and your eyes adjust, you're greeted with light. Not just any light, but sunlight. It's warm rays dance on your cheeks and flutter on the edges of your eyelashes with every slow and steady blink. It's morning and the sun is your alarm clock. You hesitantly unzip your sleeping bag and the door to your tent to peer out into a blissful mountain morning. Nearby, water rushes, offering soft gurgles and the splashes of a morning salutation. Even the birds are drawn out by the sun and they begin to sing melodic words high into the canopies. The crisp air gently prickles your cheeks and grasps your nose as you take in the smell of high mountain dirt and fresh green pine trees. The smell of pine is overwhelmingly strong, yet silently pleasing.
This is bliss. This is the mountains.
I know the specific place I pictured when writing that. It holds a very special place in my heart. As the summer begins and the outdoor season is upon us, I wanted to share the reason why I thrive on going outdoors. I love to experience new things. The thrill of a new trail with new twists and turns, new dirt, and amazing new views is absolutely exhilarating to me.
I often find myself distracted and thinking about the next trail. What will the trees be like? Will there be enough trees for a hammock or afternoon shade? Will there be water to soak my tired feet? What kind of smells will my dogs discover. Lastly, is this the place I'll take my next favorite picture?
Hiking, camping, trail running...these are all passions of mine. They are my therapy. They keep my sane when life feels as though its crumbling. They keep me grounded and remind me that not all problems are as big as they seem. They teach me things about myself, my home., and my family. They've taught me to be humble, grateful, resist pain and rise above it and above all-how to heal from anger, sorrow, and pain. Because of them, I've gained a new appreciation for the place I live, and a new yearning for the places I long to go.
Where will my next adventure be?
Colorado my friends.
And it's already begun.
"Sometimes you find yourself in the middle of nowhere, and sometimes in the middle of nowhere you find yourself." Unknown
Monday, December 28, 2015
A New Appreciation
In my line of profession I tend to get a lot of appreciation from my clients. They come to me with hopes that they will feel better. They leave with a glossed over look in their eyes, a smile on their face, and they feel better. They always say "Thank you" either with words, a tip, or a hug.
It feels so good to be appreciated!
Recently I learned about a new kind of appreciation. I gained a healthy appreciation for life, my family and most importantly "time."
I had a scare. It wasn't a big one, but I had some pain, had it checked out, and found out that I had a lump in one of my breasts. They biopsied it and it came back benign. Overall, it was a very quick, relatively non-invasive ordeal. The doctors and nurses were so kind and accommodating.
From day one when we knew something wasn't right, my husband was positive and supportive. I was ignorant, to a certain degree, and mostly in denial. Things had been rough this year and this just seemed to be the cherry on top of my "pile of crap" 2015. Although the statement "ignorance is bliss" does hold a certain weight, it doesn't last long. It all started with an ultrasound and that gave a certain amount of caution to whole situation, but no reality I could grasp. It wasn't until I went in for the biopsy when I realized this could be life altering.
I was so terrified, I was shaking.
I'm sure my blood pressure must have been through the roof! After the procedure I waited somewhere near 29 hours before I got the results. During the waiting period I did a lot of thinking. Thinking about my life, my son's life, my husband's life. The things I have and haven't done. The Christmas' I've had and the possibility of this being my last. I did a lot of thinking. I spent a lot of time stepping back and observing how I reacted in conversation and actions. I thought about my home and my dogs. I even thought about my work and my clients. I had more negative thoughts, but did everything in my power not to go "there." I didn't tell anyone who didn't immediately need to know. It was hard to talk about. How do you share something that could easily be nothing? It's a very weird place to be in. I chose not to share it with everyone because I didn't want the struggle of going through it publicly when I didn't even really know what IT was that I was going through. Mostly it was just a lot of thinking and when that was done, more thinking.
I began to look at things differently. IF the worst were to happen and I moved on from this world, how would my family remember me? For those closest to me, would those memories be positive? Would my son remember all the time I spent with him or all the time I spent doing other things? Would my husband remember the time we spent together or would he resent the time we wasted doing simple things like cleaning house and running errands?
It mostly boiled down to time. How am I spending my time? Am I really appreciating the time I have with those I care most for?
I've got to say, it was the longest 29 hours of my short 28 year life.
I got the results three days before Christmas. The nurse who called me was so excited she practically yelled the results. While I didn't have anything more to worry about and no further surgery was necessary, it still left me thinking.
I still have a lot to think about. Continually thinking and evaluating has changed my days since then. It hasn't even been a week. I'm sure this mindset will eventually fade, but for now I'm going to appreciate it. When I spend quality time with those I love, I'm going to appreciate it more. Capture more memories and hold them closer. When life becomes an IF, all you think about are those closest to you and your memories. Not your things.
As ready as I've been to put 2015 behind me and try to forget the hard things I'm now ready to appreciate them for what they were. Appreciate that things weren't worse. That I'm still here. My family is here with me and that we have new adventures ahead of us and new memories just waiting to be made.
It feels so good to be appreciated!
Recently I learned about a new kind of appreciation. I gained a healthy appreciation for life, my family and most importantly "time."
I had a scare. It wasn't a big one, but I had some pain, had it checked out, and found out that I had a lump in one of my breasts. They biopsied it and it came back benign. Overall, it was a very quick, relatively non-invasive ordeal. The doctors and nurses were so kind and accommodating.
From day one when we knew something wasn't right, my husband was positive and supportive. I was ignorant, to a certain degree, and mostly in denial. Things had been rough this year and this just seemed to be the cherry on top of my "pile of crap" 2015. Although the statement "ignorance is bliss" does hold a certain weight, it doesn't last long. It all started with an ultrasound and that gave a certain amount of caution to whole situation, but no reality I could grasp. It wasn't until I went in for the biopsy when I realized this could be life altering.
I was so terrified, I was shaking.
I'm sure my blood pressure must have been through the roof! After the procedure I waited somewhere near 29 hours before I got the results. During the waiting period I did a lot of thinking. Thinking about my life, my son's life, my husband's life. The things I have and haven't done. The Christmas' I've had and the possibility of this being my last. I did a lot of thinking. I spent a lot of time stepping back and observing how I reacted in conversation and actions. I thought about my home and my dogs. I even thought about my work and my clients. I had more negative thoughts, but did everything in my power not to go "there." I didn't tell anyone who didn't immediately need to know. It was hard to talk about. How do you share something that could easily be nothing? It's a very weird place to be in. I chose not to share it with everyone because I didn't want the struggle of going through it publicly when I didn't even really know what IT was that I was going through. Mostly it was just a lot of thinking and when that was done, more thinking.
I began to look at things differently. IF the worst were to happen and I moved on from this world, how would my family remember me? For those closest to me, would those memories be positive? Would my son remember all the time I spent with him or all the time I spent doing other things? Would my husband remember the time we spent together or would he resent the time we wasted doing simple things like cleaning house and running errands?
It mostly boiled down to time. How am I spending my time? Am I really appreciating the time I have with those I care most for?
I've got to say, it was the longest 29 hours of my short 28 year life.
I got the results three days before Christmas. The nurse who called me was so excited she practically yelled the results. While I didn't have anything more to worry about and no further surgery was necessary, it still left me thinking.
I still have a lot to think about. Continually thinking and evaluating has changed my days since then. It hasn't even been a week. I'm sure this mindset will eventually fade, but for now I'm going to appreciate it. When I spend quality time with those I love, I'm going to appreciate it more. Capture more memories and hold them closer. When life becomes an IF, all you think about are those closest to you and your memories. Not your things.
As ready as I've been to put 2015 behind me and try to forget the hard things I'm now ready to appreciate them for what they were. Appreciate that things weren't worse. That I'm still here. My family is here with me and that we have new adventures ahead of us and new memories just waiting to be made.
Friday, May 22, 2015
The Benefits of Choosing
The Benefits of Choosing
How do our choices dictate who we are?
What I mean is, when we choose to do something, whether that’s choosing where to eat or what to read, how does this shape us in the other aspects of our lives?
By choosing to run to daily, I’ve created a routine for myself. I’ve become a creature of habit. In doing so, when my routine is thrown, my life becomes less predictable and more chaotic. In some cases straying from this routine has proven to have a positive outcome. In other cases, not so much. BUT, by making the choice to run everyday, I also choose how and when I do other things. It forces me to prioritize, dictate, and ensure progression with my daily tasks, work, and even food choices.
Sound a little far fetched? That’s because it is. My life choices aren’t because I run. More so, because I start my day with one specific choice I am then presented with a unique challenge. How do I run within my time limit, shower, prepare for the day, get to my appointments on time, choose a healthy, yet quick lunch, maintain a level of professionalism through the 3:00pm slump, and then go about the rest of the day?
In an average day, one person may make hundreds or even thousands of choices. From as little as what to wear, to as big as what to invest in. But each choice, each small act of making that final decision to press forward one way or the other then changes how we make our next decision. For instance, if I choose to forgo breakfast so get to another task faster I may experience a lack of energy. This lack of energy may follow me around throughout the day, making my other decisions hasty, poor, and consequential.
Remember those “Choose Your Own Adventure” books? You would read a chapter or two to get the basis of the story. Then at the end of the chapter you’d be faced with a decision: “To continue on into the dark cave, turn to page 34” or “To go back to the village and search for help, turn to page 15.” You could read the book multiple times and rarely have the same ending, yet it was all one book that resulted in usually less than 100 pages. It’s all about choices. Sometimes the adventure would end quickly and, I might add, most disappointing. Other times the adventure could go on for a while.
In your own life, when you make a choice do you ever think about the effect it may have on anything else or do you wander through your day making choices without a second thought?
So, once again, I will ask “How do our choices dictate who we are?” Or better yet, “How do our choices dictate what becomes of who we are?”
So, once again, I will ask “How do our choices dictate who we are?” Or better yet, “How do our choices dictate what becomes of who we are?”
Sunday, January 11, 2015
For All My Besties...
That really got me thinking. How often do we wrongly prioritize our relationships? There are days when my schedule is so full, I consistently worry about making the next appointment on time, or how I'm going to fulfill that commitment when I'm having trouble even finding time to shower. Now, factor in my relationships with close family, then friends. It's overwhelming. It's like that vacation you spend months preparing for. It's all you can think about and it never truly leaves your mind, but there's a little piece of you that wonders if the stress of "making up for lost time" is even worth the break. But then when you finally step off the plane, dig your toes into the earth, and take a deep breath.....you know it was worth it. This is how time spent with my friends feels. It's time I don't have available in my schedule. It either takes away from family time, or work time, let alone the "me" time I'd hoped for months ago. It's hard to even imagine being able to relax and enjoy myself with such a full plate. Yet, when I arrive, settle into a few hugs, and open conversation, I wonder what I was even stressed about.
I love my husband and son very much. They are my world. If I lost everything, but them I'd still be grateful, happy, and content. They're the rock I hold firm too. But they can't support all of my needs. Just like myself, they too need things I cannot provide. Friendship is an amazing thing. My friends are so valuable to me. Each of them possess something special that helps to shape me as a person. We complain, brag, grieve, take and give advice, and listen to each other in ways no else would understand. Sometimes, you just need a girlfriend to listen, hug it out, and offer a warm and comforting smile. There's nothing quite like it.
I've come to learn that friendships come from odd and mysterious places. I've had my fair share of failed friendships. Looking back, I've learned two things. Either they were toxic and were not the kind of relationship I wanted, or they were one-sided. It's so hard to put a value on a friendship, but sometimes you need to step back and evaluate. Ask yourself what this relationship is doing for you as a person. Are you bettering each other for the good? Is the burden even and transparently clear? Or does one person have ulterior motives in mind? Once you can weight out the "health benefits" then you can decide what's worth the effort, and what's causing more effort than it's worth.
Over the past few years, I've had the ability to watch my son grow from a smily, albeit chubby, infant, to a handsome and charismatic young man. He's developed relationships of his own. Though he's still young, he's honest and open about what he needs and his friends are accepting and put judgement aside. They understand each other and respect the other person's boundaries. It is the purest definition of friendship. And the door swings both ways perfectly.
Friendship isn't always laughter and fun. There's hard days, difficult situations, and heartbreaking moments where we all must decide where we stand and how much of ourselves we are willing to give to the other person. It's a life lesson I'm proud to say I've failed at, as well as succeeded. But my friendships are constantly growing. Every day my husband and I grow closer. My girlfriends and I learn new things about one another and in return I learn new things about myself. My family and friends have aided in shaping who I am and who I will consistently choose to be. I owe them everything. There's few things I wouldn't do for any one of them, but hey...that's friends are for, after all.
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Healing Through Touch
Today was a day unlike any other. I had the pleasure of working on multiple "newbies" to massage. I'm pretty sure it was an official record for me - 7 total. Sometimes it's easy to take for granted the benefits of massage and how it helps the body to heal, but seeing people experience it for the first time is a wonderful thing.
One of my clients had been dealing with some pretty serious pain for more than 9 years. She had transformed her life to become stronger and healthier in an effort to reduce the pain, and still no relief. While I worked on her she became very emotional and explained to me that this was the first time she was able to get relief and that moment on the table meant more to her than I would ever know.
I will admit, there are days where it's "just another client" and I do watch the clock for my free time, but today's experience reminded me of why I massage. Knowing that I can help people in such a profound way has helped me to be a stronger person. I've become more confident and proud with what I do. No, it's not the most glamorous job and yes, some days I just want a break, but most days....I smile because I'm happy to be helping others.
As exhausting and hectic as my day was, it was worth showing up for.
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