Life or Something Like that

by Michelle Lasley

Michelle Lasley is a mother, wife in Pacific Northwest learning to balance green dreams with budget realities.

March 4, 2012

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Categories: Family, Post a Day 2012

So, life is throwing some unexpected curve balls right now. If you want to read about it, and I know you, send me a message and I will give you the password to the posts.

Otherwise, here are some general thoughts.

When life is “easy”, it’s easy to have a positive attitude. So, it’s important to develop the habit of looking on the bright side because you never know when life will throw you a curveball.

Self care is very important and something I often forget. I often sacrifice my own self care for that of my family or activities I’m involved in. I often make myself available when I should not be doing anything. I forget to make chiropractor adjustments or the routine of getting the hair cut in light of being busy. But, when really busy comes or that unseen curveball, I’m behind.

Stating your needs. Stating your own needs – and people often seem so receptive when you do. This is line with self care, in theme and how I enact it. I don’t often state my own needs for a myriad of reasons. I might not be able to fully articulate what I want or need. I might prioritize others needs ahead of my own. For whatever reason, it’d be a great thing for me to change. It’s okay for me to have needs and boundaries. (Remember all my nonviolent communication posts?) And, now in my 34th year, what I’m starting to see is that people just want to know. They don’t want to guess. They don’t really care what your needs are per se, but they don’t want to overstep bounds. Walking in the unknown is uncomfortable for many. The bottom line: if it’s about you – state your opinion.

Ask for help. In line with stating your needs and self care… this is another thing I don’t do often. In fact, a friend called me a “dingbat” (appropriately) for not asking for help. It actually didn’t occur to me, though. I assume everyone is busy, just like me, so why ask for help when everyone is busy? The answer is because people aren’t always busy and schedules can be flexible. Thank you friend for calling me a dingbat. It made me laugh because it was true.

I am ever amazed at how much sadness we are surrounded by in life. Loved ones get sick, hopes are dashed, loved ones die. Yes, we are also surrounded by much overwhelming joy, too. People commit to each other. Babies are born showing new hope for a new future. Good things happen to good people. Life is a roller coaster. It just is. Everything will pass. This too shall pass. The good, the bad, the indifferent.

What I find infuriating is how rocky 2012 has started. I started a post at the beginning of the year exclaiming at how wonderful it was. It felt like such a great start. Then, all this chaos erupted around me. Joy, sadness, sadness, sadness, joy. Repeat cycle. My days have been more or less benign if not a bit annoying, but the roller coaster, thus far, evaded my life. Until it didn’t.

So, that’s how this year is going to go. I am ever thankful at the great people in my life. They are showing their support, their wonderfulness, and I doubt I could ask for more.

Let’s see what tomorrow brings.

 

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