Sunday, January 17, 2016

Coffee, Tea or...what?

I'm out of coffee filters, so this morning I turned to my calming, caring soothing English Breakfast tea.  It made me think of Giles from Buffy the Vampire Slayer responding to an inquiry about why he was drinking coffee, as he was English, shouldn't he be drinking tea?  "Tea is soothing," he responded, "I wish to be tense."  Ain't it the truth?

At my age, with my stomach, I think coffee is just the same to me as the men I was attracted to when I was in my twenties - when we're together it's dark savory sexy fun...but a few hours later I'm full of remorse with a stomach ache and a headache to boot.  You try to sweeten him up, with syrup and milk and foam - but you aren't really going to change him.  At the end of the day you still have no comfort that he's any damn good for you.  

Tea on the other hand, is rather like the boys I tried to like, but somehow never captured my imagination.  Tea is tender and kind, it lets you call the shots and honestly getting a good cup is a relatively easy endeavor...just add a little hot water and the proper amount of time.  Teas come in many varieties, citrus and woody, spicy or tart.There are all sorts of naturally healthy teas.  A good cup of tea always takes good care of you when you're sick. I should want to drink tea. I want to want to drink tea.  But when I wake up groggy and looking for satisfaction, I can't even remember Tea's name until I'm at the bottom of my third cup of Cafe Bustelo.  And by that time I'm swearing off these damn hot morning drinks forever.  Forever, do you hear me?  I'm going to get right with myself and just drink water for the rest of my life. 

Because that's really going to happen.

Of course, maybe I'll finally break up with coffee for good and all. He'll find some cup bearer who isn't hung up on creamer,  or doesn't complain about needing Zantac to get through the day and I'll find a nice decaf herbal tea to settle down with.  I spent some time with really nice Lemon & Ginger tea recently. Maybe I'll invite him over for brunch this weekend. 

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Where I've been...


Hi, how are you? Me? I'm struggling still. It took me about a month and a near nervous breakdown to realized that I needed to take the same tact with my own depression issues, that I have with my son's...that medication isn't a sign of weakness, it is simply caring for myself. It was a hard paradigm shift for me, which makes me that much happier that I could make the decision for him at such a young age, rather than leaving it to him to figure out in a hard way like I have. One day my best friend, who also happens to be my sister said "Remember when you told me how you wouldn't hesitate to give him the medication he needed if he was diabetic, so why should this condition be any different? So, tell me why YOU are different?" And you know she's right.

If you haven't guessed, this is my excuse for being lame and not writing. I've had a hard time forcing myself to do much more than is required but I'm taking quite a few nutritional supplements and have a doctor's appointment scheduled. The supplements seem to be helping quite a bit, as long as I remember to take them. I tank out when I forget. But I've had some interesting experiences, so I'm going to spend some time today telling you about them. Sorry for the hit and miss posting. Maybe one day soon I'll get myself on a nice schedule. :)

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Looking forward to:

Just thought I'd post a quick list. Looking forward is obviously an active dare, so I'll have to keep you posted. (smiles all around)

  1. Seeing my boys tonight. I always miss them while they are at their dad's.
  2. I just signed up to facilitate a small group at my church. Small Group Ministry is one of the coolest things in which I've ever participated, but I've been out of it for two years. Finding a group whose meeting times coincide with my parenting schedule has been challenging. I figured the only way to do it was to facilitate a group on MY schedule.
  3. I'm going to start planning a vacation for fall break with my boys. October is just around the corner.

Monday, August 11, 2008

I dare you to look forward.

I think we are all on the quest for one thing, the same thing. There are many paths there and many paths that look promising, and how each of us get there, or not, is entirely up to us. Of course I'm talking about happiness. Our constitution in this country promises the right to pursue it, but that is as close as anyone will ever get to handing it to us. The rest, my friends, is up to us.

I've been watching a movie made in the 90'a that features two of my favorite actors, Robert Duvall and James Earl Jones, A Family Thing. They give fantastic performances in a story steeped in old bitter race frustrations and how they played out in one family. The writing is wonderful and it is worth seeing, if you haven't lo these many years later. But one line stuck with me today, and I'm sad that it hasn't stuck in my head like so many other things. Earl tells his nephew a simple story of a simple man who had a hard life and lived for doing something sweet for his family. And when asked about his hard luck he finally told Earl, "Being happy ain't nothin' but havin' something to look forward to." Earl goes on to tell his nephew that looking back at what he's lost will only cause him pain, and that he needs to find something, anything no matter how simple to look forward to, and continues that he has two little girls to whom he owes something to anticipate in life.

Wow. I can wax philosophic about my history with the best of them, but in the end, it is just history. I do know that when I have something, anything to get ready for everything has more depth and color and and meaning. And who wouldn't want to give that to the people you love?

So this week, I dare you to give yourself something to look forward to. Make it small, make it big, but make it matter. Make a date with an old friend who you love and miss. See a movie that you've been wanting to see for ages. Plan a tea party with your kids. Plan a trip to Greece. Plan a trip to your favorite coffee shop. Plan and anticipate. I dare you.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Harder than I thought...

So did you do it? Did you pick a label or two or a handful to challenge in the last week or so? I had a hard time even facing my labels, and then deciding that I could challenge them. So no one said I was going to be good at this. I just want to keep trying. Well I don't want to be all negative in your face, but what I'm really working on challenging is a phrase that plagues me. Some people who know me might be surprised that this is one that I struggle with, but I have to be honest and say it is the ugliest truth about my self image and the the thing that needs the most challenging.

Hopelessly Disorganized Loser
Sad, isn't it? A three word phrase that encompasses three of the most negative words I can think of. Of course hopeless and loser, well those are pretty self explanatory. Disorganized, sure not perfect, but is that such a sad state of affairs? Well I personally see it as the key to success or failure in life, organizing your thoughts, your affairs, your time and your feelings. And I've just not been terribly successful at managing many of these things. And lets face it, for a person making a living as an accounting professional, it is a downright embarrassing thing to admit that you struggle with it.
But in the last few weeks, I've learned that I am, in fact only those things in my mind. I have taken to reminding myself how successful I have been in navigating the rocky terrain of my life. No, I'm not as skilled as some, but honestly, I wasn't given a lot of these skills as a child, I had to figure them out for myself, which handicapped me. In rethinking how I view myself on this front, it effortlessly flowed into thinking about the fact that a person who has accomplished so much with so little could not possibly be a a matter of fact quite the opposite was true. But the real key, the one I will have to work on daily, probably for my whole life is in that first little word. Hopeless. On the days I allow myself to be defined by that word, all hope for further success, new accomplishments is stripped from me. On the days that I actively, with love, choose hope, all things are possible. I know that the pragmatist in me holds me back some days. Perhaps another label I need to challenge? Perhaps I need to focus some energy on being a dreamer or an idealist and see where that takes me.
Did you take up arms against some of your negative labels? Did you find some interesting ideas stuck away in your head for safekeeping by the optimist who lives there? Tell me.

Yes, I did.

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