Love is . . . .

Happy Valentine’s Day, friends and readers! I love you. I love your support. I love your validation. I love waking up and being excited to write for me . . . and for you. I love the connection that we have with each other. I love exploring life this way, with you, my friends. I love aging together and laughing together about all the frills and the follies, of it all. On this Valentine’s Day, know that you are loved. I love you.

When I was a little kid in the 1970s, I loved looking in the newspaper for the one cartoon that was always set off by itself. It featured two little nudies and it’s title was Love is . . . . Here are a few quotes from that cartoon, that I found today when I looked up the cartoon history.

Love is what you fill your home with.

Love is the way to grow.

Love is the past, the present and the future.

Love is all around us. I hate when Valentine’s Day makes people feel sad or bad, because love is NOT exclusive. Love is what is making this whole planet turn on its axis. By definition, Creation is Love and we are Creation, therefore we are Love. This is a day to celebrate what and who we are when you strip away all of the non-essential stuff. We are love. Inclusive. No pressure or expectations. Unconditional. We are love.

Today, I hope that the love in all of our hearts swells with a peace and a happiness that feels like it is going to burst. I hope that we notice that very burst of love in babies’ eyes, dogs’ wagging tails, delicious food, warm coffee, kindly people opening our doors or letting us cut in a high traffic lane. I hope we experience that burst of love in the anticipatory smile of a young man or the shiny eyes of an old man, carrying a bouquet of flowers. I hope that we glean that love when we gaze at the flowers that once bloomed on a beautiful plant that helps us to breathe. I hope that we feel love when a cat rubs against our legs or some beautiful birds take some time at the feeders that we put out in our yards and maintain. I hope that the burst of love is felt when we take extra time in the shower or allow ourselves to rest when our bodies ask for that all-important extra touch of self-care and self-love.

In the end there is no real definition of love. Love is everywhere, for everyone, about everyone. Really, on Valentine’s Day especially, let’s take notice:

Love is.

Fragile Like a Bomb

“She was not fragile like a flower, she was fragile like a bomb.” – Entity

I have four almost adult children. The first three are men and they are wonderful. My baby is my daughter and she is wonderful. It is an interesting time in history to be loving and molding and shaping both sexes. Yesterday the focus was on my daughter.

My daughter had her first high school tennis tournament yesterday. She is a freshman and she was ranked number one player for the Girls Team yesterday. She won her match. To say that I am proud of her and in awe of her, is an understatement. I’m a book nerd. My hand/eye coordination could easily be put under the category of clumsy. Her grace and strong athleticism is something that I can only marvel at and beam about. What I liked about her victory yesterday is that it wasn’t an angry, hostile, out to “show the world” triumph. If anything, it was a personal victory for her. She was able to rise above her nerves, her fears, her feelings of intimidation, to do her best, to be her best and to show up and win.

So many of today’s competitions seem to have such an angry component. I know that we still have a lot to overcome as women, as society in general, but still I love being a woman. I love the men in my life. I want my daughter to feel the same way. I want her to experience her victories in life as celebrations of her hard work and achievements, not as superior conquests born only out of anger and frustration. I suppose I have to ponder on what steps I can take now, as a woman, to help create the nurturing support system and cooperative atmosphere that I want my daughter to experience in her life. And then, as a woman, I suppose I have to ponder what steps I can take to help create that same kind of environment for my sons.

“The world needs strong women. Women who will lift and build others, who will love and be loved. Women who live bravely, both tender and fierce. Women of indomitable will.” – Amy Tenney

The King’s Crown

“My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.” – William Shakespeare

This is such an unusual time in life – a time when the “usual” is soon to be going by the wayside. My husband and I talked to our eldest son last night and he is considering offers within his company, in all different cities. His world is expanding significantly. I signed our youngest child up for Driver’s Education. Once a child gets their license to drive, drifting away from the nest becomes inevitable. I know, I’ve experienced this three times before. Our next to youngest child just committed to his college of choice for the fall. Our second son plans to stay at his university this summer, to continue earning credits and grades that will help him to enter into medical school. In short, my job of “corralling the kiddos” is soon to be going completely by the wayside. My husband and I have made our primary focus to be on the joint efforts of raising our family for almost 23 years now. The funny thing is that now, what seems to be all of the sudden, space is opening up for us, to take all of our lives, in all different directions.

My husband and I opted to do some updates and renovations on our current home, but we do it with some hesitation and reservation. Is this where we plan to live for a while? Our housing choices have always been made within the narrow confines of the areas that connected good public schools with a reasonable commute to my husband’s work. When your confines are removed, the choices almost become overwhelming.

To be honest, I’m having a really hard time figuring out what I want to do next, in so many aspects. I have been meditating on the next stage, my second half of adulting for a while now, and no real clear-cut answers are appearing. I’ve heard that when you don’t know what you want, doing nothing is a choice and often, doing nothing is a good option for the time being. I suspect being uncomfortable with the choice of doing nothing and making no real changes, feels uncomfortable for a lot of us. From little on, we are taught to strive, to achieve, to work towards our goals and to accomplish them. But, what if you are unsure of your goals? What if you don’t know what to strive for?

I got to thinking that not knowing what your goals are, may mean that you are content. “Content” often feels like a bad word, especially to us Americans. Society seems to tell us that you should always be aspiring to accomplish new heights, yet all of the best selling self-help books and podcasts on the market, seems to be aimed at helping people to find inner peace and calm, acceptance and contentedness with “what is.” Even Shakespeare knew that contentedness (an inside job) was so hard to achieve that even the wealthiest, most fortunate and powerful people of the times, the kings, often could not achieve contentedness.

When I was contemplating my new found “freedom” opening up to me in the very near future, a thought popped into my head. It was so strong that I had to write it down. This is what I wrote:

“Maybe I don’t know what I want because what I want, is what I have . . .”

Perhaps what I wrote is the definition of contentedness. According to Shakespeare, contentedness is the elusive treasure of kings. Perhaps the answer is to bask in that feeling of contentedness for a while. When the next big move is meant to happen for me, I’ll know what to do. In the meantime, I’ll just be content to be content.

“Now and then it’s good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.” – coolnsmart.com

Criminal Level of Optimism

“I’ve been driven all of my life by a spirit of adventure and a criminal level of optimism.” – Quincy Jones

I just read the above quote this morning and it made me smile with recognition. I didn’t think it described me exactly, although I do consider myself to be a mostly optimistic person. It reminded me of a person I worked for and befriended, a few years ago. This person is a very enthusiastic person who is always teeming with new ideas. She is unbridled with an almost child-like belief that whatever she sets her mind to, she can get and frankly, she usually does. She is almost 60- years-old.

When I was still working for her, in a position that ended up evolving into being like an assistant/cheerleader/sounding board, she would often come into the office with a new idea or direction that she would be taking her life into next, and I would dutifully listen, usually stifling my concerns and/or what I considered to be, my practical skepticism and realism. I first started with the stifling because she was my boss and she’s the one who gave me my paycheck, but then, I continued reserving my concerns, because honestly, she constantly proved them to be wrong. In short, I became a believer in the very potent power of her enthusiasm and optimism. The most hare-brained ideas (in my mind) ended up happening for her, anywhere from negotiating fabulous vacation rentals down to hardly any expense, to eventually creating an intricate app for our phones, that serves as hope for other people. Keep in mind that both of us were so tech-illiterate when we worked in an office together, that we took hours trying to figure out how to scan something on her new printer. This woman, then in her mid-fifties, soon after, created an app and a huge website that touches people’s lives, all because of a dream that she had on Christmas Day. She felt the divine need and calling to fulfill that dream and nothing would stop her.

Sometimes people come into your life and they help you to reflect on your own sense of self. Compared to my boss, I realized I wasn’t nearly as optimistic and filled with innocent enthusiasm, as I liked to think that I was, in my life. In fact, in some ways, I was sometimes downtrodden and victim-like, in my thinking. That was shockingly, eye-opening for me. Sometimes I would feel smug in my intellectualism and my “sanity”, when trying to keep my boss/friend’s expectations firmly on the ground. But somehow, it never failed, that her hope and persistent optimism would lift both sets of our feet off of the ground and into the skies, when another one of her visions would manifest itself into reality.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be as optimistic as my boss/friend/example of hope. But because of her example, I’m more convinced of the very strong power of positive thinking, against all odds. Optimism, left unchecked, is probably what has evolved every dream ever had, into the beautiful manifestation of all of the good things that we enjoy in our lives, this very day.

“Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement. Nothing can be done without hope and confidence.” – Helen Keller

“I believe any success in life is made by going into an area with a blind, furious optimism.” – Sylvester Stallone

Life is a Journey

“Some days nothing beats a really good drive.” – Pure Muskoka on Twitter

“Sometimes, the best therapy is a long drive and music.” -lessonslearnedinlife.com

Yesterday, I got the itch to drive. I implored my husband and my daughter to be my companions and we drove around for several hours, listening to music, and watching the people and the new construction happening all the way down a long beach road not too far from our home. We only made a couple of stops, one for some pizza, in a fun, laid back beach town, and one stop at my daughter’s favorite, The Candy Kitchen. The Candy Kitchen is a small local chain that dots the Beach Road. It is one of those old fashioned penny candy type stores that carries all of the “oldies but goodies” plus delicious ice cream. My daughter got those wax bottles filled with sugary juice and I got some Smoothies which are the butterscotch equivalents of Reese’s peanut butter cups. My husband stayed in his comfort zone with chocolate covered gummy bears.

Yesterday was a good day. A good, long drive with people whom I love to hang out with and to experience life with, and a candy store that makes nostalgia a delicious experience – it’s just what soothed the soul!

“Life is a journey. Not a destination.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Blue-Eyed Baby

“The beautiful thing about learning is that no one can take it away from you. ” – B.B. King

Our youngest son found out that he got into his college of choice, yesterday. He’ll be attending the same large university that his brothers before him have attended. His brothers have enjoyed their experiences there and grown up and out, in so many remarkable ways. I excitedly anticipate the same for him.

It’s a story for another time, but I really thought that my youngest son was going to be our last baby. That was before we were blessed with our beautiful daughter. I savored my third son’s babyhood because of that reason. I remember rocking him and gazing at him, even more than my other children, mostly because in my mind, he was going to be the last that I experienced all of the baby milestones. I can still picture his little head and hands, as I rocked him to sleep.

My youngest son is my only blue-eyed child. I have brown eyes and my husband has green eyes. Our other three children have brown eyes. Being the third son and always looking up to, and feeling like he had to keep up with his older brothers, I looked for ways to make him feel extra-special and unique. I always made a big fuss of his blue eyes, calling him my “Blue-eyed Baby.” I guess that I took it too far because when he was about four or five years old, he said to me, “I think you are right, Mom. Blue-eyed people are better.” I had to backtrack on that, so I focused on this little birth mark that he has on the back of his dark hair. It is a spot on his hair that is white, looking like it has been intentionally bleached. I’ve always called it his “Angel Kiss.” I told him that the mark on his hair is where the angels kissed him before they gave him to me. I hope that the kissing guardian angels remain all around him when he leaves home to go to college. I want to know that my blue-eyed baby will always be protected no matter how far he roams from home.

“College is a refuge from hasty judgment.” – Robert Frost

I Found Friday

“I found Friday. It was hiding at the end of the week this whole time!” – Clipart & Vector Design

Happy Friday, readers and friends!! Fridays are know as Favorite Things Friday here at Adulting – Second Half. We discuss nothing serious on Fridays, unless it is serious fun. Typically I write about three products or services of websites or songs, etc. that have added spring in my step (please see previous Friday posts), but today, I am going to shake it up a little bit. Below are just a few of my favorite occurrences. I hope that this list of some of my favorites, will jog you into thinking about some your favorites, which can only serve to raise your spirits! Add to all of our high spirits, and tell us some of your favorites, in the Comments section, please.

Happy Friday, again, my friends. 🙂

These are a few of my favorite things:

When you get the best advice from the least likely source.

When sometimes all it takes is unplugging the device and plugging it back in, to fix everything all up.

When you are snuggling with your favorite people and/or your pets, and the fit is just perfect!

When the schedule truly is totally free enough to do whatever you feel like doing right in the moment.

How amazing food tastes when you are really, really hungry.

My car’s seat heaters, even in warm weather.

A totally still, large body of water.

Everything going as planned.

Seinfeld re-runs.

Pleasant surprises.

Laughing uncontrollably.

Unusual combinations of colors that really are a “feast for the eyes.”

Actually liking a photograph of yourself.

Serendipity.

“If I had one wish, it would be to remove Monday and replace it with a second Friday. Happy Friday!”
Unknown

Have a great weekend, my friends! See you tomorrow!!

Wonderful and Enough

Did you know that a baby puffin is called a puffling? And they’re adorable! I was just getting caught up on Nature’s Lovers on Twitter, one of my favorite all-time Twitter feeds. Honestly, I went to Twitter this morning hoping to glean some amazing nugget of wisdom that I could write about on my blog, but instead I just savored the cuteness of a variety of baby animals and took in some pictures of nature that were so beautiful, they took my breath away. Sometimes, that’s the wisdom, isn’t it? Don’t analyze, don’t pontificate, don’t puzzle over and try to explain. Just be. Just enjoy. Just breathe. Breathe it all in.

This has been a week of a lot of simple chores for me. Pedicure. Car wash. Salon appointment. Lots of laundry. Doctor’s appointment for a stuffed up ear. Taxiing my daughter to and from tennis try-outs. It sounds boring and it is kind of boring and methodical, but sometimes the most mundane tasks bring the most satisfaction when they are completed. Checking things off of the list, gives us a sense of order and accomplishment, in a world that otherwise, often seems complicated and chaotic.

“Here’s to the moments when you realize the simple things are wonderful and enough.” – Jill Badonsky

An Important Lunch

I had lunch yesterday with two people who I share history with and who I care about, and I felt the need to reach out to them. They both were in a very acute state of grief, as someone whom they loved with all of their hearts, had passed on recently. I admittedly was very nervous prior to the lunch. I wanted to be there for them, and I wanted to give my condolences face-to-face, but I was also fearful, anticipating what this lunch could look like. Would there be tears? Yes, there were tears, of course. And it felt healing, cleansing and real for all of us. Would there be laughter? Yes, shared memories and fond recollections often bring on laughter. Yes, there was laughter – laughter without shame. And it felt healing, cleansing and real for all of us. Would I say some stupid, thoughtless things that I wish I could push back into my mouth, the minute that they were said? Yes, I always do that. I’m a curious person with a dubious filter. But surprisingly, my honest, earnest questioning was met with thoughtful answers and gratefulness for a space to talk and to process what had happened. People sense where your heart is, even when the words don’t quite seem to match.

When I was in college, one of my dear friends and roommates lost her mother to cancer. I remember her saying that after the funeral and being surrounded by all of the love and support that she received during those acute first days of her loss, it was then, shattering to have everyone just “disappear.” My loved ones expressed the same sentiment yesterday. It’s not that people don’t care and it’s not that the people who are suffering a loss, even in their deepest troughs of grief, don’t understand that life must go on. It’s just that sometimes other people seem to go out of their way to avoid grieving people, mistakenly believing that the grieving people don’t want to talk or don’t need to express their feelings. Sometimes people avoid grieving people in fear that they may trigger raw emotions in the people suffering the loss. Sometimes people are afraid of saying “the wrong thing”, but saying nothing, or avoiding grievers, is far worse than accidentally saying the “wrong thing”, according to those who are grieving a loved one. Keeping the loved one’s memory alive is the most important thing to someone missing someone they loved with every inch of their hearts and of their souls. They want to be able to share all of those memories, because those memories are now all that they have left of their precious loved one.

People let you know what they need from you, especially when they are emotional. My daughter felt like her first day of try-outs for the tennis team at her school went terribly the other day, and when I picked her up, she got into the car and cried angrily for 15 minutes. Any time that I tried to interject with questions or positive affirmations, she stormily made it clear that she did NOT want to talk, in that moment. I understood. I backed off and later, she did want some comfort and she was up to answering my questions. My daughter did not hold it against me that I tried to be there for her from the “get go”, though. She knew that my heart was in the right place and later, she told me that she was grateful.

It’s brave to be there for people, whose emotions lie just under the surface, like a stormy, unpredictable current just waiting to flow and to burst through a dam of pent-up frustration and pain. I think sometimes we fear honest, real, raw emotion in others because then we have to own up to our own currents and frustrated dams that were never given enough release. But when the dams are released, the feeling of relief and the calm that soothes us right afterward, is just so healing for everyone involved in the process. The connection and understanding and empathy is enough to help each other transition through the process and stages of grieving. So when in doubt, reach out. You are strong enough to experience a person in pain and they are grateful enough to experience a person who is not totally comfortable with what to do or with what to say. It’s our hearts that connect in moments like these, and that is all of the connection that really matters. This connection helps our collective currents to then flow freely and calmly down the river of our Lives.

The Lesson of an Elderly YouTuber

I read a beautiful story this morning about an elderly YouTuber. He loves to post videos about his gardening. In December, he decided to create individual “thank you” videos to each and every one of his subscribers. He had almost 2,000 subscribers, so that act was daunting, in itself. Now he has 897,000 followers because the story of his gratitude has gone viral.

Why is it so hard for us to express our gratitude when there is such a hunger for it in this world? I think that is why we love our pets so much. Every day, my husband has gotten up and gone to work to support our family for almost 25 years and who in the family is the most excited and thrilled and thankful to see him when he comes home every evening? – Our dogs.

I have told you before, readers, and I want to say it again. Thank you so much for supporting my blog. I look at the numbers of it every day. I question myself and my motives when I do this. Is it an ego thing? There is an element of that to it, I am sure. As much as I would like to be, I’m not above having an ego. I am human. But there is a bigger part of me, who is so grateful for the connection. When I see people have taken their precious time in their days to spend some time reading my blog, that means something. It is a gift to me and it makes me feel heard, understood and appreciated. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, for that.

Every one of us has had a myriad of people who have helped get us to where we are today. Our families, our friends, our teachers, our preachers, our bosses, the authors of the books we have read, the actors of the shows we’ve watched, and even the jerks whose actions have taught us to stand up for ourselves, are all precious beings who have played a part in our own individual “becoming.” Why is gratitude for this in such scarcity, that 800,000 people would join a stranger’s YouTube channel, in hopes for an individual, sincere “thank you”? Honestly, we should be living our lives in the spirit of gratitude. We aren’t in this thing called Life alone and not one of us would be where we are today if it weren’t for the precious gifts of the other people sharing our experience. We aren’t living in a vacuum.

I had a college professor who loved to proclaim that once a certain level of material needs are met, people don’t work for money. As young, foolish college students, we would snicker at this proclamation. He would tell us that if we were to become successful in life, we would have to understand that people have a real need to be appreciated. Why does it sometimes take until middle age or maybe even older, to fully realize this? If we feel a hungering for appreciation, why would it be any different for any other being sharing the experience of Living Life?

I wonder what it would be like to sincerely express thankfulness to everyone who touches our lives today. To actually look them in the eye, without a phone connected to our ears, and to truly show how grateful we are for the part they are playing in our Life’s experience. I wonder if that feeling of gratitude might almost be overwhelming. Perhaps that may be the reason why we avoid the act of gratefulness as much as we do – to the point that it has become a real rarity. I don’t know, but I am mustering up the courage to give it a try. It will probably be wonderful.