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Resolution Revolution

A few weeks ago, I turned 25. No big deal, I know, but honestly? I freaked out a little.

Twenty five isn’t old. At all. (Hear that, rapidly multiplying grays? You can stop! I’m not old!) What I was freaking out about is the fact that I’m nowhere near where I thought I’d be by now. Admittedly, a lot of that was teenage naïveté. Some of it also has to do with the east coast Acadian town where I grew up. By now, I fully expected to be married and on my way to a stable career and the white picket fence. (There was going to be a dog in the yard and that might be my biggest disappointment here, folks.)

As circumstances would have it, none of those things are currently under my belt. (Once again, the dog may be the biggest disappointment.) Don’t get me wrong — I wish I was on the way to a bright, shiny career in who-knows-what — but I’m not. And I’m learning to be OK with that.

So I turned 25, and it got me thinking, as birthdays usually do. For me, New Year’s resolutions feel diluted by the fact that we make them in drovesThe intention is good,  but the big joke about New Year’s resolutions is that they don’t stick.

Personally, I’m far more motivated to set resolutions for my own New Year — my new self, as it were. Anyone who’s been faced with a life-changing chronic illness knows what I’m talking about. After the grief and the anger pass, there needs to be acceptance. I suppose I lucked out in that this stage of things coincided nicely with my birthday and, just this Monday, the arrival of my WHEELCHAIR. Add beautiful Spring weather, and I’m raring to go make myself a better me — and live a life that brings me joy despite my limitations.

Grosso modo, if I have to have only one resolution, it’s basically just to adjust to a new way of living while learning to be myself within this new way of living. This doesn’t sound like much, but I’m a doer, people. And when a doer is unable to do most things for several months, they go nuts-nuts-nuts. Trust me.

Monday night, I went to the mall. Because I finally have a wheelchair for those outings, I was able to go for a short walk with my rollator on Tuesday. And then, on Tuesday night, I made chicken. I know none of this sounds like a big deal, but guys, raw chicken FREAKS. ME. OUT. Uncooked skinless boneless chicken breasts? Gross. But I found a recipe, and then I made the chicken, including handling it with my very own hands, and it was really friggin’ good.

It may not sound like a big deal, but I accomplished something and I’m choosing to be proud of myself so I can continue to make delicious chicken. (Would you believe I once didn’t eat meat for over seven years? Yup.)

Today I painted my nails and this morning, I took the plunge and purchased both Make Over Your Mornings and Make Over Your Evenings (both online courses by I’ve read so many rave reviews of Mornings, Evenings launched today at a special price, and with a fresh tax return in my bank account…I couldn’t help myself and got both! I’m hoping these 14-day courses will live up to all the hype and help me take back control of my life.

Yeah. Learning to be myself again. I think I like that as a resolution. How about you?

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March Madness

If you know me at all, you know I’ve never really cared about basketball. If you don’t know me, let me tell you: when I say March madness, I do not mean college athletes. What I mean, really, is several things, including putting mayonnaise on my head (more on that in a minute…).

One, it’s March 31st. Isn’t that madness?! We are one quarter through the year, and it’s probably totally inappropriate to even call it the “new” year at this point. You know, the year so many of us said would be “our year,” 2016. And I won’t lie, my 2016 did not start great, so I’m quite happy to turn the page on this chapter thank you very much.

Two: yes, I put mayo in my hair. When my boyfriend got home and I told him, he looked at me like I was nutso. Apparently, not everyone has heard of mayonnaise in your hair to make it shiny. I use egg yolks to wash my hair sometimes, and mayo has egg yolks so…it’ll  be fine. Logic, right? Not quite. While my hair isn’t the mess you might expect it to be — and it is shiny, I’ll give it that — it’s not as clean as I’d like it to be. I don’t use conventional shampoo though, so someone who does might get different results. The beauty of (temporary) unemployment is I can do weird things to my hair and it doesn’t really matter, so I’m not done experimenting. (Or writing about it.)

Third crazy thing that happened in March? Our health insurance company FINALLY approved my claim for a wheelchair. It took several letters from my doctor, who I’m super grateful for, but they finally said yes. Now there’s only a few more weeks of waiting to get out of the way — peanuts compared to the last several months I’ve spent mostly housebound. If I’m being totally honest though, what I’m looking forward to the most, even more than going shopping, is going to the Calgary Zoo (and the West Edmonton Mall). Eeeek! So excited!

Finally, has anyone else noticed what a ginormous difference some real live sunshine can make? My sunlamp is a godsend, no question, but there’s just something about getting some real rays! After a dreary winter and a few really cold days the last couple weeks, I’m looking forward to some warm spring weather. Keep your fingers crossed the forecast for Saturday will hold — it’s my birthday!



Unintentional Hiatuses

They happen, guys. These things life throws at you that you weren’t at all ready for; these things that really throw a wrench in all your plans. Sometimes there’s a quick solution, but most times there isn’t.

I didn’t mean to take a break from blogging so early into it, but life happens.

I had high hopes for the new year. Anyone close to me knows 2015 wasn’t my best ever. So, I was going to make 2016 my bitch. (Sorry, mom.)

The first week of January, my partner found out he didn’t get a permanent position he’d interviewed for.  The very next day, I found out I don’t have multiple sclerosis (super good news!), but my doctor also told me that I do have fibromyalgia (not so good news).

So far I’d say this year has definitely had other plans than laying submissively at my feet. This year has already, in fact, exhibited shocking ballsiness and so far has done pretty much everything I told myself — crossed my fingers —  it would not do.

After a week or two or three (OK, maybe it was four) of wallowing, I decided enough was enough. I could not continue consuming Double Stuf Oreos at such a rate. (Shocking revelation, right?) Something had to be done, which roughly translated to, “I need to do something.” You know, other than Netflix and knit. Fibromyalgia might not be going anywhere, but I am sure as hell not going to let it be the boss of me.

I resumed studying medical transcription editing so I can one day — soon, hopefully — be gainfully employed from home. I started looking for part-time work. I started cooking and gasp even cleaning a little. And now I’m writing again. I’ve realized I missed it.

Life’s rhythms include ups and downs, periods of great energy and productivity, and then some where you need to take a time out — a hiatus, of sorts — from something or other.

I came back to my blog when I felt I was ready. Unlike I might have in the past, I don’t feel like a failure because I skipped out on my new blog for a few months. Life happened, and that’s OK — I’m just happy to be back.

When’s a time life got in the way of your plans? How did you bounce back? Share your thoughts in the comments! 🙂