Safe or Alive

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“Be the same person privately, publically, and personally.” – Wise Words (Twitter)

From an interview with Ryan Seacrest, Selena Gomez discusses her new album which was written at a time when she was processing a painful break-up and health issues in her personal life:

It’s all very real to me and I’m sure it’s just entertainment for other people; but I think I had become numb to it and it would be stupid of me if I didn’t acknowledge what I had felt because it would be inauthentic and that’s everything I claim to be and do. … I know there are thousands of people … who have felt this feeling and it’s extremely real, and on top of the social media and everything, it doesn’t matter if you’re in my position or someone else’s because you’re always going to somehow find this negative space and that’s why I have to be careful and I just have to take steps back and just focus on what I’m doing and nobody else.”

In art, in entertainment, in books, and in life, people respond most to those who can bravely bare their souls. We all resonate with those who are most authentic, most present, and yet sadly, it is such a fearsome thing to do – to put our own raw, real, vulnerable selves out there. It’s one of life’s greatest ironies, I think.

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Keeping It Casual

Meredith’s Casual Friday Outfit

Happy Friday! Happy Favorite Things Friday!!! New readers, I don’t get deep and reflective on Fridays. On Fridays, I keep it light and airy and I typically list about three favorite things, songs, books, websites, ideas, etc. that keep my life humming. I ask you to list your favorites in the Comments sections, because favorites are fun!! Fridays are fun!!! Please see previous Friday posts for more favorites. Here are today’s favorites:

Dove Lavender and Coconut Milk Whipped Body Cream – This product is one of Allure Magazine’s Beauty Best Buys. The way to my heart is through my smeller. (“The nose . . . it always knows.” – Toucan Sam) This concoction is amazingly good smelling and very emollient, which is key because I hate to break it to you, but Winter is Coming!

Bath and Body Works Brown Sugar & Fig Fine Fragrance Mist – Someone told me that fig perfume is very alluring. Despite having a shelf full of perfume, I couldn’t resist just one more. I started out cheap and figured that I could work my way up. Well, I don’t have to because the first day that I wore this scent, I received a compliment on it. Cha-ching! This is a lovely, light, fall feeling scent and it won’t break the bank.

CurlyGirlDesign.com – These cocktail napkins are one of the many products available on this wonderful, inspiring, fun and empowering gift boutique website. My book club friend gifted me these napkins, perhaps a decade ago and I have never used them, because I love them so much. It means so much to me that she “knew my heart.” When you give one of your friends a gift from this website, she will feel the same connection and care.

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We’ll Be Okay

Driving my daughter to school this morning, Louis Armstrong’s “What a Wonderful World” came on and she and I sang it, at the top of our lungs. It felt so good. It felt so simple. It felt so right. I said to her, “I don’t know what to write about in my blog this morning, so I think that I’ll just write out the lyrics to this song.” She looked puzzled and said, “That’s it?” Like it was a cop-out. Because it kind of is.

It is a wonderful world, but it is also sometimes a painful world. It is a wonderful world, but it also sometimes a confusing world. It is a wonderful world, but it is often a complicated world and not as simple as we would like it to be.

I just binge-watched Amazon Prime’s Fleabag, both seasons, these last two days. There is a lot there to digest. The writing is superb. If you can take off your moralistic, judgment cap and get past some of the overt sexuality of the show (if you want to), there are parts of Fleabag that you will rewind and watch again and again, until the deeper meaning and feelings sink in, get under your skin and have you itching, yet fearful, to get to the source of wherever you have been touched. (there are also hilarious parts that will have you laughing until you cry, and they are fun to watch again and again, too)

There is one scene (spoiler alert) in Season 2, where Kristin Scott Thomas’ character Belinda is discussing her “Best Woman in Business” award. This is how she describes menopause:

“I’ve been longing to say this out loud. Women are born with pain built in. It’s our physical destiny – period pains, sore boobs, childbirth. We carry it within ourselves throughout our lives. Men don’t. They have to seek it out. They invent all these gods and demons so they can feel guilty about things, which is something we do very well on our own. And then they create wars so they can feel things and touch each other and when there aren’t any wars they can play rugby. We have it all going on in here, inside. We have pain on a cycle for years and years and years, and then just when you feel you are making peace with it all, what happens? The menopause comes. The fucking menopause comes and it is the most wonderful fucking thing in the world. Yes, your entire pelvic floor crumbles and you get fucking hot and no one cares, but then you’re free. No longer a slave, no longer a machine with parts. You’re just a person. In business.”

It’s a lot to be a woman. It’s wonderful. It’s also sometimes painful, confusing and complicated. When other women can put into words what the rest of us experience, I find that connection awe-striking and overwhelming. It’s one of my favorite experiences that I sometimes get with other women – that “thank you for understanding me and knowing me and feeling me, and hearing me, and making me feel less alone” in this wonderful, wonderful, world.

“And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.” – Louis Armstrong

“Come on! Buck up! Smiles! Charm! Off we go! We’ll be okay.” – Fleabag

The Little Things

So yesterday, I walked along the side of my house (which is something that I rarely do). My next door neighbor’s older relative was splashing around in their pool.

“I just couldn’t resist this fabulousness!” she said with a wide, wide grin on her lovely face.

I pondered on the fact that I can’t remember the last time that I have swum in our own pool. Not everyone has the ability to swim outside in late October and sadly, I have long lost sight of that fact. It was interesting to me that it was our neighbor’s relative who was swimming. Our neighbors, like us, are from the North and I remember when they first moved here, they swam all of the time, day and night. It reminded me of when we first moved to Florida. The novelty of having a pool in your own backyard that could be used year round, was such a joy! Such an amazement! Then the exciting novelty wore off, for all of us, except for our Labrador retriever.

When I took the dogs out the other day, as part of our regular routine, my Collie, laid down in the grass, firmly and stubbornly. She kept her long, regal nose up in the air, just daring me to tell her to come in. I acquiesced. I sat down beside her and before long, I had buried my own nose into her warm, beautiful, sweet-smelling, sun-baked fur. It was one of my favorite moments of the week, so far.

My friend texted pictures of the beautiful autumn leaves at a waterfall site outside of a small town in Georgia, where she is visiting. They were beautiful pictures. I miss experiencing the gorgeous changing leaves of fall, yet when I lived up North, I think I grumbled more about raking the leaves, then savoring the awe-striking colors. I think that I may have taken the Northern autumns for granted sometimes.

There is so much to savor in every day, that we sometimes take so much for granted. Sometimes, we don’t miss a lot of these simple joys, until they are gone, I suppose.

I met with one of the girls who I mentor, yesterday. She was talking about visiting her family’s lovely farm in Columbia, a while ago. She talked about the gorgeous, stately horses and the dogs of many sizes and colors, and the orange juice drinking chickens. She talked on and on, with a sparkle in her eyes and excitement in her voice. She talked about picking vividly colored guavas from the trees and how amazing that they tasted. She has never had better juice, than the guava juice they made from those trees.

“When will you go back?” I asked her.

“I can’t. They sold the farm for money and they now live in a small apartment in the city.” She and I agreed that she had been so lucky to experience visiting the farm before they sold it. We agreed that memories stay with us forever, and that she was so smart to savor her moments, delighting in the farm experience.

“Most human beings have an almost infinite capacity for taking things for granted.” – Aldous Huxley

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It Was Just a Dream

Two of my children had terrible dreams about me recently, within days of one another, one about the mangling of my limbs and the other one, my unfortunate demise. And my children shared their dreams with me, in vivid detail. I have always championed open, authentic, vulnerable communication within our family. I do not care to have distant, facade-y relationships with the people who I love more than life itself. Still, this is information that took my breath away and made me question whether “at arm’s length” relationships are, perhaps, the safer way to go in life. The nightmare-shares also had me running to Google (as fast as my legs could carry me), trying to find a positive dream translation/slant that resonated enough with me, in order to still my quickened, strongly, beating heart. (Omg! The dreams were a premonition. Heart attack. So this is how it ends . . . )

Actually, I am obviously still alive. And my heart did slow down as I pieced together some dream translations, both from on-line sources and my own innate in-soul sources, and I decided (I’m a good self soother, even if it takes a dose of delusion) that I had figured out why these terrible dreams had come into being. Both of my dreamers, are on the cusp of particularly big, life changes. My son is embarking on the upcoming daunting task of taking the MCAT and applying to medical schools. My daughter is getting more and more proficient at driving as she gets closer and closer to the date when she can take her driving test and earn her driver’s license. My babies are taking larger steps than their usual smaller steps towards more independence and freedom away from our once seemingly unyielding, impenetrable family unit. They have witnessed their other siblings rolling off into their own directions, as well, loosening up our family’s tightly bound ball of string into a more spread, slackened, loosened pile of twine. Further, I think that my children can sense my own loosening, and my allowing for the opening and spreading of wings, for them and for me. My children may sense my own searching for neglected parts of myself. (My husband questioned this part of the dream translation until I reminded him that these children grew in my body – the intimacy that pregnancy creates often allows mothers and children to communicate without words, sometimes for the rest of our lives.) And while all of this unbinding is needed for our each of our own individual growths, and while that doesn’t, at all, mean that we won’t always be deeply connected in some shape or form, the fears of the unknown creep in. And if we don’t face the fears consciously, they show up in our dreams.

In the end, however, some things never change. In my best calming, comforting tones, I reminded my children that everything is alright. I will always Love them, for all of eternity, no matter what. And my darlings, “It was just a dream.”

The Wise Doorman

You are somebody that I don’t know
But you’re takin’ shots at me like it’s Patrón
And I’m just like, damn, it’s 7 AM
Say it in the street, that’s a knock-out
But you say it in a Tweet, that’s a cop-out
And I’m just like, “Hey, are you okay?”And I ain’t tryna mess with your self-expression
But I’ve learned a lesson that stressin’ and obsessin’ ’bout somebody else is no fun
And snakes and stones never broke my bones

(From Taylor Swift’s You Need to Calm Down from her new album Lover)

I know that a lot of people don’t take Taylor Swift too seriously, but I love her. Here is a quote that she spoke about when talking about the process of writing her new album:


“Writing songs is strange because it never happens the same way,” she explained. “But sometimes it happens in a way that feels like this weird haunting that you can’t really explain. You don’t know where the ideas came from and you didn’t work at all to write it.”

I think that most of us creative types can totally relate to that quote, don’t you? And it is my belief, that almost all of us are creative types, even if we don’t realize it.

The You Need to Calm Down song reminds me of a tip that my daughter shared with me on the way to school this morning. She said that she got this tidbit of practical knowledge, off of Instagram. If someone is yelling at you and you want to diffuse the situation, tell the screamer that they have something in their teeth. It makes the yelling person instantly self conscious and interrupts the flow of negativity. I hope that you don’t have to use this tip today, particularly on a Monday morning, or anytime soon for that matter (no one should be yelling at you). Still, it’s a good little suggestion to keep tucked into your back pocket for when you are approached by the toxic types.

So, besides downloading songs this weekend, I also watched a few episodes of Amazon Prime’s Modern Love, despite being warned that it was a “hate watch.” I didn’t hate it. The episodes that I watched were admittedly sugary and light in a Hallmark special kind of a way, but why is light and sweet and sentimental necessarily a “bad thing”? Remember, I am a Taylor Swift fan. (Warning: spoiler alert!)

My favorite episode of Modern Love was about a very protective New York City doorman, who had originally come from a small, war-torn village in Albania, where he had been a sharp shooter. The narrator, named Maggie, who tells the story, is petrified for her protective doorman to meet any of her various dates and boyfriends because he judges them harshly and always negatively, with the piercing eyes of a never-miss sharp shooter. I actually wrote down some of his quotes. The doorman was so filled with that perfect, simple, “to the point” wisdom. And he said all of his statements so firmly, and knowingly, in a thick Albanian accent, that you didn’t even dare question whether he was right or wrong about what he said.

When the narrator was crying her eyes out to her doorman about another romantic disappointment in her life, he said this:

“Tomorrow is a brand new day. It has never been touched.”

When Maggie showed her doorman, a sonogram picture of her baby (he had never seen a sonogram picture before), he said this:

“It’s like the whole Universe is in here.”

When Maggie was debating whether it was even possible to make a move across the country for her dream job, her doorman said this:

“Anything is possible.”

But, the best door man quote came at the end of the show, when the narrator introduces her doorman, to her one true love. Maggie is very stressed and nervous, prepping her true love with how to act and what to say, because the doorman had always been so critical and judgmental and disapproving of all of her previous relationships. She (and her lover) are shocked and amazed when the doorman gives this particular man, his instant approval. The doorman says this:

“I was never looking at the man, Maggie. I was looking at your eyes.”

That is the point, in the show, when MY eyes started misting up. I live in the suburbs, but man oh man, I want a doorman. Hey, anything is possible. The doorman knows what he is talking about.

The Little Flower

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I was reminded of this prayer in the Sundance catalog yesterday. St. Therese was known as “The Little Flower of Jesus.” I thought that it was apropos post for a Sunday and a good post to come to again and again, when we come upon days of fear and doubt and worry. Know that the peace within, the infinite possibilities, and the love that has been given, are the birthrights of all of us, all children of God. It really is that simple. St. Therese is known and honored for “the simplicity and practicality of her approach to the spiritual life.” In a complicated world, full of the complexities of the mind, it is a beautiful thing to come back to the beautiful, simple, flowering bloom, of the heart and of the soul.

Wandering and Pondering

It’s a deliciously cozy, rainy Saturday here. I love the all-over relaxed feel, in every part of my body. I love that my coffee tastes particularly warm and soothing. I love that the wind is just strong enough to lightly strum my wind chimes, so that their sound is pleasant and pacifying versus annoying and jarring. I think that I’ll light some candles and just breathe a while. Here are some tidbits of wisdom that I pulled off of Twitter this morning, a perfect morning to do so, to allow for some lazy mind wandering and pondering . . . .

Be someone who makes you happy. – FofF (Twitter)

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Anyone can love a rose, but it takes a lot to love a leaf. It’s ordinary to love the beautiful, but it is beautiful to love the ordinary. – WISE WORDS (Twitter)

Life is worth savoring. Stop rushing through everything. If we are going to revel in the happy times we have to be able to exist peacefully in the bad times too. Stop to smell the roses. But also stop to feel the thorns. – 30 Second Therapy (Twitter)

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Friday Appearances

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But for today, Stephen King, since it’s Friday, let’s be content and celebrate our illusion!!! Happy Friday, friends and readers!! This was an interesting week. Being a short week and coming back from travel, I never felt like I got my groove back completely. But no worries, “the same old shit” will start back up on Monday for all of us. New readers, Fridays are just fun here at Adulting – Second Half. We do no analyzing of ourselves or of life on Fridays. On Fridays, I typically list three favorite things, websites, products, videos, songs, etc. of mine and I ask you to share your Favorites in the Comments section. Please see previous Fridays for more favorites.

As a special bonus, I learned a new word today and I wanted to gift it to you. This is from an article in the Washington Post, reviewing Amazon Prime’s new show called Modern Love:

“Orson Welles said: “I hate television. I hate it as much as peanuts. But I can’t stop eating peanuts.”

“hate-watch” – watching shows for the sole purpose of loathing them”

I have to question whether it is actually hating the show, or just mindlessly watching the TV show without really giving it much thought or emotion at all, but I don’t know. Anyway, I’m just trying to keep us all hip to the times. 😉 You’re welcome.

Today’s Favorites:

McDonald’s McRib Sandwich – Yep, it’s back. Need I say more? Go get your car keys and ask for extra napkins. Dr. Pepper is optional. You might need one late tonight, too, depending on your Friday plans. And then maybe one, tomorrow morning . . . .

String Jewelry – I have bought expensive string jewelry in fancy boutiques, but I have also found Etsy to have excellent, affordable options for buying string bracelets and necklaces. I have teeny wrists, so as much as I love big bangles, they are usually a no-go for me because I talk a lot with my hands and thus, the big bangles on my skinny wrists, have a tendency to fly off of my hand and hit other people in the head. String jewelry is dainty and lovely and fun to layer. Usually the string has small beads or charms and clasps, to upgrade it from what is just a piece of string lying in your junk drawer. Check out EmMaLoveCompany and tiedupmemories (stores on Etsy) for wonderful, customizable, affordable string jewelry options.

Vita-Pos – Earlier this year, some of you may remember that I managed to give myself a corneal abrasion on a girls’ weekend in Nashville. I was nobody’s favorite that weekend (including myself). My husband was working on giving himself a corneal abrasion lite this morning. (you contact lens wearers understand the plight) I pulled out my handy dandy little tube of comforting, soothing Vita-Pos and handed it to him, with the reassuring air of a Florence Nightingale-type mom, in a flu commercial . Vita-pos is like vaseline for the eyes and it works really well for dry-eyes, as well. Just use it before you put your contact lenses in your eyes, and let it soak up before you put your eye makeup on. (you’re welcome) I get mine on Amazon Prime.

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Have fun making appearances all weekend long, guys!!! I appreciate you!

Female Forecaster

Disclaimer: My male readers are going to hate this blog post. Dear husband, you still don’t get out of editing today.

My fifteen-year-old daughter had a dermatologist appointment earlier this week. We adore her dermatologist. He is a man, probably in his late fifties/early sixties, who wears bow ties and preppy horn-rimmed glasses. He has a fun, confident, funny, yet kind, bedside manner. Her dermatologist always puts everyone at ease and makes you actually look forward to the appointments. This is a special quality that many doctors do not share, in my experience.

My daughter has been having some acne breakouts, and so we have been in the process of elimination, trying to figure out what combination of medicines and creams will work best for her skin. Her doctor seems convinced that there is a hormonal connection to her breakouts and so they had a frank discussion about her periods. Now, I was in the room and so was a female nurse and I happily observed how confident, and straightforward the conversations about my daughter’s menstruation occurred between she and her dermatologist. I did not sense any level of uncomfortableness or embarrassment from my daughter nor any inappropriateness or creepiness from her doctor. It was a proud moment for me and I realized that perhaps I was the ridiculously immature one in the room, worrying or assuming that it would go any other way. I guess if I’m honest, I was the most likely Beavis or Butthead in the room, out of everyone in there, trying to stifle nervous giggling and red face. (It’s always fun to get a less than flattering “aha moment” about yourself – not.)

Anyway, my daughter’s new medicine has to be taken at a certain point in her cycle, so she whipped out her phone, and opened up an app that told her exactly when her next period was likely to start. She told me that the app is 99 percent accurate. She said that the app keeps a calendar of her moods, her physical symptoms and gives her helpful hints along the way. I was so impressed and I was also a little bit bummed that this app would no longer be apropos for me. So, this morning, I got the bright idea that there might be a magic phone app for menopausal women, which would give me an idea of “Red Alert” days when I might be more apt to want to rip someone’s head off or cry a river over watching, self-induced repeat viewings of Humane Society commercials. I expected that I would find something really good for one of my Favorite Things Friday blog posts.

So here are some of the “goodies” that popped up first, on my menopause app search:

Hormone Horoscope Lite

Menopauze (This one got the highest rating, but it was all in German)

The Hot Years

Easy Psychiatry

Female Forecaster for Men (I kid you, not)

A Walk Through Dementia

Migraine Buddy

So depressing! I’ve never clicked out of an app search, so fast in my life. I don’t know what I was expecting exactly, but that list wasn’t “it.”

So now, I’ve decided that I’m an old-fashioned kind of a gal. My paper calendar and journals, give me enough insight about myself. (and sometimes more than I want to know) Anyway, in today’s world, I sometimes think that there’s not enough mystery left in anything. That’s why TV shows like Stranger Things are so popular. We are craving the “unknown” so much, that the idea of disgusting things, with slimy teeth, from another dimension, popping out of our walls, is strangely appealing. I’ve decided that I’m going to keep the approach to my menopause experience, like it’s Stranger Things. You just don’t know what is going to pop out next, so you just take it as it comes. And dear husband, my paper diaries are suggesting that this could be a Red Alert Day, so don’t you dare download the “Female Forecaster for Men.”