Friday, February 11, 2011

A Bit About "Owning"


We can own lots of stuff: cars, houses, fine jewelry, pets, nice clothes, etc.  Per the Miriam-Webster online dictionary the word “own” can be an adjective, a verb, or even a pronoun.  I didn’t realize that. We can even own things such as intellectual property and ideas (think: copyrights for written works, for example). 

I find the idea of “owning” to be an interesting one and realized that fact this week when talking with a friend. She and I have had similar life experiences. We’re also both strong , independent, and highly motivated women.  I’m happy to have this new friend in my life because I think there are places to go and things to do that when done together will yield greater results than if either of us attempted these things alone.

What struck me during the conversation is that there is another type of “owning”.  This particular “owning” is very detrimental  to us, especially to us women.  

For instance, we will “own” another’s opinion of ourselves even if the opinionated individual  hasn’t a clue about who we are and even if that other person has never walked in our shoes and lived our experiences.
Let me explain.  When a negative judgment is spoken over us by a friend, an abusive partner, a coworker, or even a stranger our tendency is to focus on this judgment to the exclusion of everything else.  Suppose  someone we love tells us that we will never amount to anything and that no one will ever want or love us (this actually happens every day to many people).  

When these negative and hurtful  words are spoken over us by someone who really doesn’t care about us, we have a tendency to “own”  or take on us as truth, this negative statement or opinion.  We “own” the idea that has been declared over us that we are stupid, dumb, ugly, fat, or whatever.  

Oftentimes, the negative declarations or hurtful words even come forth out of our own mouths! We plant the very seeds of negativity in our psyche only to harvest the results later.  We even “own” what comes out of our own mouths.  We’ve all done this. We look in the mirror and instead of seeing ourselves as beautiful, we tell ourselves that we are ugly in some way. We therefore “own” our very negative self-statements.

Unfortunately, “owning” a declaration like this slowly permeates and gradually erodes our sense of self-worth, our self-esteem, and our self-confidence.  No matter how strongly independent we are somewhere down the road we come to realize that we are no longer how we used to be (strong, independent,  pretty, smart, etc.). 
We awake one day an emotional and mental wreck and we wonder what happened. We don’t  realize that non-physical abuse happens in very small increments and we don’t see this until we look up from the valley of the shadow of  negative declarations.

We don’t have to “own” other people’s garbage.  We don’t have to “own” another’s opinion of ourselves.  We can just hear what they say and then discard it before it sets up residence in our thoughts. We can shrug it off, smile and walk away knowing that when someone attempts to cause you to feel bad about yourself that person usually is trying to make herself (or himself) feel better about their own perceived shortcomings.
 You, and you alone, “own” your thoughts.  You can choose to own only the positive things about yourself. We have a choice—we “own” the right to choose.  Therefore, “own” cautiously.

Peace.

Monday, January 10, 2011

I HAVE A TRAINER!


I started working with a personal trainer last week. Her name is Gail and she owns a private fitness center called BodiByYou. I had been shopping around for a trainer for a few weeks and had narrowed my search down to three trainers. I knew I wanted to do this, but I also knew that after a huge Christmas spending spree the cost might not be something I could handle right now. I realized that was a big impediment to me going the trainer route. Who am I kidding? It was the ONLY impediment I had!

Fortunately (for me!) I was on Facebook one day and Gail at BodiByYou was running a contest. She ran various contests each day for a week but I didn’t bother biting that bullet because I figured I wouldn’t win. However, one this particular day at work while bored (yes, at work) I decided “just for fun” to enter that particular day’s contest.

I won!

What I won (free!) was the Beautiful Me package which is a 12 week transformation opportunity where I train weekly, get a diet review and weekly weigh in and measurement.

I didn’t really know what to expect having a woman as a trainer. The last trainer I hired was a few years ago and the trainer was male. His attention was not on me 100% as it should have been since he took my money! He was a little busy looking at all the cute young girls. Part of me didn’t object to this because I know how the male gender is (no offense, guys, but that testosterone’ll getcha!), the other part of me was really ticked off at him but was too “nice” to ask for my money back due to his ogling, especially since it wasn’t AT me.

Thus, when I went for my first training session with Gail I felt a bit out of my self-confident element. I’m a strong, independent, forthright woman and I’ve worked out for years.

Or, I THOUGHT I’d worked out for years.

Gail has me doing things I would never have imagined one could do with a pair of dumbbells (ok, get your mind out of the gutter!). She would NOT let me stop when the lifting got hard. No, she MADE me keep on until I’d sweated and grunted out the last of those 15 repetitions. Even when my muscles where quivering and unable to support me she would not let me quit.

It pains me (literally and figuratively..haha!) to realize that I’ve been a bit lazy with my working out in the past few years. I’d take myself to the gym and lift weights in the not too distant past but as soon as the lifting got tough I’d allow myself to quit. Transformation doesn’t happen that way. Dang.

It’s called WORKING out for a reason—it’s WORK. HARD WORK. However, I am determined that I’m going to make it this time. I’ve set some achievable goals and have a plan. And I have a trainer.

I’m glad I entered Gail’s contest that day. She’s helping me realize just what I can do. She won’t let me be lazy. I need that. For too long I’ve tried to make laziness and working out mesh. But that hasn’t produced any change because these two things are in direct opposition to each other.

I’m entering week two tomorrow. I strongly suggest that everyone consider hiring a personal trainer if one is really serious about changing the look of one’s body. Without a trainer, it is TOO easy to be lazy and I think that laziness has hooked up with too many of us. I know it did for me.

In 12 weeks I’ll post some before and after pix. Then you can decide if having a personal trainer makes a difference!

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Happy New Year!


As the New Year begins I am feeling hopeful. I am finally in a position of being able to work from home. I will be doing two things, well, three if you count what I'll be doing away from home. : )

First, I'll be helping my husband in his business. I won't be AT the store but I'll be home working part-time helping with furniture descriptions for the unfinished furniture side of the business. That will utilize my skills of description and writing.

Second, I will be writing articles for an online company or two. This I will truly enjoy as I'll be doing research and then writing about topics that vary widely. Additionally, in the evenings I will be working on writing short stories that have been in my head a long time. This makes me happy.

Third, because I'm only working part-time I will be pursuing more ways and places to teach dance and other things. I'm excited about this. There are a couple of things I've always wanted to do but a full time job always got in the way. Hand in hand with this will be me having more time to work out, eat clean and shape up this body.


Yes, I resigned my position as a case officer at Mobile Drug Court. I was saddened by this but it was time. I really enjoyed my coworkers and will miss them. I will also miss those who were on my caseload. I truly care about what happens to them as they work to overcome addiction. I learned a lot about addiction while at drug court and I learned more about human behavior than I knew before working there.

I am pursuing credentials in a few areas and I'll share these as I earn them. I am looking forward to this next decade being a time when I can finally pursue these activities.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Christmas Time: 2010


Here I sit again. Up late. Can't sleep. I think it's a side effect of the meds I've taken for this pneumonia.

I like to be up late--alone to think. I've cleaned some. I've decorated for Christmas some. Mostly, I've just thought about things.
In my solitude I reflect on the many changes in my life over the last two years.

Before I met my husband I lived with a dear girlfriend. I probably lived there longer than my welcome lasted but we got along well. We laughed and talked alot about things that made us anxious. And we made midnight runs to the McDonald's drive through in our pajamas laughing at ourselves the whole time.


Curiously, because it was not really my home in the sense that I could do as I pleased as far as decorating, etc., I never felt like an insider. I felt like an outsider watching through a window at the holiday merriment of my friend's family.

That was in the fall of 2008. Fast forward to now and the past two years have been remarkable. I met a good hearted man who is always in good humor (well, mostly~grins~) and we get along very well. I think it is because we both came from places in our lives where we were really lonely and had reached a point where we could truly appreciate each other.


We married in May of 2009 amid the blessings of our children and family. He has provided me not only love but a feeling of being safe in the world that I hadn't felt in many, many years. I was blessed by God who answered my prayers for just such a man.


In the two years since he and I met I accomplished a huge goal I'd set for myself: to complete my Master's in Rehab Counseling before I turned 50. I reached that goal with 6 months to spare. It wasn't easy at all. In fact, it was the second hardest thing I've ever set out to do. The first hardest thing I cannot yet talk about because I still harbor some bitterness and hurt over it. I'm working on releasing all that, but it's not easy.


I now have my own home with him. I can decorate to my heart's content. I won't claim to be good at it but I try. The inner kid in me comes out and I decorate with red everywhere and then sit back and watch the lights twinkle. For too many years I never felt I had a Christmas. Because of that "first hardest thing" I experienced, for years I didn't have the joy in me to celebrate Christmas because Christmas was firmly twisted up in all that "first hardest thing".


Now I do experience the Christmas joy. Two weeks before Thanksgiving this year I dragged out two Christmas trees and put them up and decorated them simply because I could! It is so joyous to me now even if it is overshadowed at times by the memories of the "first hardest thing".


So much has changed for me in two years. I've had friendships rupture and these will probably never see repair. I got to really learn about other people I was only casually acquainted with only to realize they weren't for me. We had competing and strong ideas about things so I left. But, I am still amazed at what they've accomplished.


Things that used to "be" my life are no longer as important to me as they once were. And now when I read or hear of these things I no longer feel anger, bitterness or envy. I only feel mildly congratulatory for those people to whom these good things happen.


I am now setting goals for things I want to accomplish in my life in the next six months which will lead me into an entire new career outside of counseling. It will be the fulfillment of dreams I've always had yet never thought would come to fruition. Much of this will happen because of the loving and wise support I get from my husband.


On my new journey I will take one or two friends with me because they also have the dream. On the surface it might seem that these friends and I have nothing in common but underneath the surface is true enjoyment of these friends and a strong kinship because we believe in the same things. Thus, we'll travel this road together.


Of the two (maybe three~wink~) I am the older one at 50. I have no embarrassment at admitting my age. I feel fortunate I'm still here. I think I can show that getting older doesn't have to mean getting dowdier or sacrificing dreams because "it just isn't done" at my age. Who made that a rule anyway?!


Those who know me best know that I have always marched to the beat of a different drummer--following my whims and curiosity into areas others have feared to trod. Sometimes I got in trouble, sometimes I didn't. The trouble was the fun part, the part that made me who I am now.

I've always heard that however we are, characteristically, when we are younger is how we will be when we are older--I certainly hope that is true because I have fun. I enjoy the belief in possibilities. I truly believe, given common sense, of course, that there isn't anything I can't do if I so wish and am willing to commit to it. That is why I know that this next chapter in my life will be a success. I am willing to sacrifice to make my dreams come alive where many are not willing.

I look forward to the future with childlike excitement and mild trepidation and I have reached the point where I can look back at my past and say goodbye to some things.


I'm still working, though, on saying goodbye to that "first hardest thing". I'll get it done. I know I will. After all, at my high school graduation decades ago I was the recipient of the "I Dare You" award. I've long since forgotten the meaning of the award but I still carry within me a great spirit of daring!


Merry Christmas!

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Listen: it's important

March 11, 2008
--from my diary--

Here I sit. In the ICU waiting room in a hospital in Hattiesburg, Mississippi. I am pretty sure most ICU waiting rooms are the same--uncomfortable and too cold. We're strangers all -- and we are bonding through small talk as we privately worry and feel uncertainty over a loved one's progress and prognosis.

I am surrounded now by a room full of people I don't know and many I know only casually. Most of these people are much older than I, yet we are all united by our love of dear Irene, who is the one I sit vigil for along with these people I don't know that well.

Irene is now on life support and the prognosis is grim. She looks so pitiful hooked up to the ventilators and IV lines. she is swelling and not responsive to stimuli. We try to reassure each other but we know she won't make it.

What really saddens me is that Irene is one of my mom's best friends. In the past, when I would visit mom it seemed Irene was always there. She was just so happy to be with my mom. I love Irene.

Now, as she is at death's threshold, I recall many times when she would talk to me and I would only half listen. I wouldn't give her my full attention--not wanting to get too involved because I was selfishly wrapped up in my own private dramas.

As I drove to the hospital today I thought how similar this failure to listen I've been guilty of before. When I lived with my mom's parents years ago, many times I stayed up late to watch tv. My grandpa would be sitting at his desk playing solitaire with his well worn deck of cards. He would talk to me but I was selfish with him also. I would only half listen and when he died the only thing I really remembered him talking about was how great he thought "The Grapes of Wrath" was. My grandpa was in his later years a man of wisdom and patience. He was also intelligent, especially about people and their motives.

I now share this journal entry with whomever reads this to stress how important it is to take the time to REALLY LISTEN to people, especially those we care about and love.

Life is fragile. We may awake one day expecting to go about our life as usual then in a split second our regular, mundane world is turned upside down, either through an accident or through death. The fact that our world can change in an instant underscores the reality of life's fragility. We may go to sleep with all our loved ones safe only to awake with one of them gone forever.

We should not let complacency and selfishness have sufficient power over us such that we neglect to show our love for others by withholding from them our attention. Our FULL attention. Listening is a selfless gift.

I regret that I failed to listen, really listen to my grandpa or Irene. It's too late now. I will never know what richness of experience I would have vicariously gained from them as words only half heard are words not really remembered.

Next time you are with someone who is talking to you, focus on them. Give them your full and undivided attention. Let them know you care by really hearing what they are saying. Listening for only a brief time will save you much regret if they are suddenly taken from you.

Friday, November 12, 2010

BURLESQUE-NEW ORLEANS--edited post


On Sat. evening, Sept. 18, my husband and I went to New Orleans to see the competition at the 2nd Annual New Orleans Burlesque Festival where judges determined who would be crowned “Queen of Burlesque”.


Years and years ago (too many to count) I made a brief visit to Paris, France. I was supposed to go with friends to see the Follies Bergere, but because it was sold out we ended up at a cabaret show. I was a naive young 20 year old from Mississippi, but, nevertheless, I wasn’t shocked or turned off by watching the show. I’ve always been an open minded person—even back then!



Therefore, seeing the N.O. Burlesque show was fun. I wasn't embarrassed at all. If anything, I envied those women who had the courage to do this. For some reason I expected that the ladies in the show would all be young and have perfect bodies. I was pleasantly surprised to find this wasn’t so!



I loved the show—even the raunchiness of the emcee. I was glad that my favorite entertainer won-- Coco Lektra from Texas. She did an outstanding number dressed in red. There was a live jazz band to play for all the performers. What I really liked about Coco was her beautiful smile and her expression that conveyed how much fun she was having. I like the other contestants also--one used a giant swing to show us her acrobatic talents and another used a giant couch to entertain us with a very seductive routine. What really came across with all the ladies was that they had worked hard to get to this point in their careers.


I was glad to see that women who are older can still “wow” an audience. Some of the performers were no "spring chickens" as my granny used to say! Yet, they all managed to hold my attention and they all performed beautifully. (A "spring chicken" to me is someone younger than 25!)


Even though none of the dancers had perfect bodies, what struck me as the MOST sexy and seductive of all was the CONFIDENCE they each exuded. I realized that what some men have told me before is true: women who portray confidence, while not heart-stoppers in looks, are hot! They carry themselves upright with their shoulders back and heads held high as if to say “look at me, I have it!”


Another aspect of burlesque I love is the glamor. The lovely gowns and costumes, the high heels, the makeup and other adornment were splendid. I was reminded of the lovely gowns from the movie "Gone With the Wind". They also brought to mind how women used to get dolled up in dresses, stockings, high heels, gloves and hats even if they were going to have lunch with their friends.


As women, we have the option of utilizing these things to our utmost advantage. We are fortunate that we have a vast array of things to help us feel beautiful. And when we feel beautiful, we have confidence. When we have confidence, we turn heads!


Sadly, however, too many of us don’t fully utilize all the tools we have available to us! We opt for no makeup, ponytails, and jeans instead because it’s easy and comfortable. I'm at fault here also in this regard. But, it seems to me we’ve lost some of the feminine mystique in exchange for that comfort. While I am all for feeling comfortable I long for the days when, as women, we embraced a little more glamor in our everyday lives! Perhaps that is why burlesque appeals to me. It gives us that glamor!


Thoughts?

Monday, September 20, 2010

BURLESQUE-NEW ORLEANS


On Sat. evening, Sept. 18, my husband and I went to New Orleans to see the competition at the 2nd Annual New Orleans Burlesque Festival to determine who would be crowned “Queen of Burlesque”.


Years and years ago (too many to count) I made a brief visit to Paris, France. I was supposed to go with friends to see the Follies Bergere but because it was sold out we ended up at a cabaret show. I was a naive young 20 year old from Mississippi, but, nevertheless, I wasn’t shocked or turned off by watching the show. I’ve always been an open minded person—even back then!



Therefore, seeing the N.O. Burlesque show was fun. For some reason I expected that the ladies in the show would all be young and have perfect bodies. I was pleasantly surprised to find this wasn’t so!



I loved the show—even the raunchiness of the emcee. I was glad that my favorite entertainer won-- Coco Lektra from Texas. She did an outstanding number dressed in red. There was a live jazz band to play for all the performers.


Some of the performers (there were nine) were no spring chickens (to me, that’s less than 30 years old) and I was glad to see that women who are older can still “wow” an audience.


Even though none of the dancers had perfect bodies what struck me as the MOST sexy and seductive of all was the CONFIDENCE they exuded. I realized that what some men have told me before is true: women who portray confidence, while not heart-stoppers in looks, are hot. They carry themselves upright with their shoulders back and heads held high as if to say “look at me, I have it!”


Another aspect of burlesque I love is the glamour. The lovely gowns and costumes, the high heels, the makeup and other adornment were splendid. Women have the option of utilizing these things to our utmost advantage. Sadly, however, too many of us don’t. We opt for no makeup, ponytails, and jeans instead because it’s easy and comfy. But, it seems to me we’ve lost some of the feminine mystique.


Thoughts?