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Last Song of the Year…Echo Lake.

Which has made me think of wishes for the new year. I don’t do resolutions…obviously. I DO do goals. I have some big ones.

First, do everything I have control over to stay healthy. Deadlift for a strong back; eat for strength and anti-inflammation; train to stave off this aging thing that seems to happen each year . Throwing drills while the snow wins the whole “can I throw out in the cold without slipping on the ice and falling on my arse” deal. Sleep 7-8 hours a night. Lot’s of water…lot’s of wine.

Second, be patient in my ventures. Whatever they look like. Be it relationships; chaos; things not going as I’ve pictured; my throwing,  be patient. It is something I’ve always lacked.

I’ll get married…cuz why not?

3rd…understand I can’t do everything. I can’t be everywhere. I can’t do it all. I really want to. I’ve really expected myself to. But can’t. No one can. I’ll have great days and bad days but hopefully mostly good days. Good days are good. I’ll take ’em.

Next, I’ll keep learning. About Art, and Books, and Cars, and Dogs, and Food, and Drink, and Volunteering, and Training, and Throwing, and Loving, and Parenting, and Being. I’ll just keep learning.

Even more, I’ll let go. Of hurts; of disappointments; of others shitty energy; of stinkin’ thinkin’; of non productive people; of others silliness that I let creep into my life; of unrealistic expectations of not only others around me, but of myself.

What I’ll CONTINUE to do is…

Hug

Love

Laugh

Be silly

Make my Bigg man laugh

Pet my dogs

Train

Try

Rant

Experiment (with food, not drugs)

Help

Shovel

Plant

Watch hockey

Cuss

Be thankful

Call Bullshit (see cuss)…on myself and others.

Appreciate my friends

Do the Mom thang

Compete hard

Cheer harder

Be spazzy on competition day

Smile when my man rubs his back on the door jam

Listen to my Oz man talk in his Russian accent

Be proud of my little girl’s hard work

Hope for my Zac

Visit with long lost friends

Make new friends

Appreciate each day.

Give me a firm spot on which to stand, and I shall move the earth.

Archimedes

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Norman Rockwell Doesn’t Live Here

I’ve gone through stages of hating the Holidays. First off, they were incredibly stressful while growing up. A byproduct of having a Pastor for a dad and a choir director for a mom. While we were stuck at church for hours and hours, we never actually sat together. For some reason, I always hated that. Why go to church if we’re not together? Being at church was never about family togetherness in a church setting. Oh sure, we were all there, but never together. Yuck. If Christmas Day was unfortunate enough to fall on a Monday, that means Dad had to work up a regular Sunday sermon, a Christmas Eve sermon, a separate Candlelight service sermon AND a Christmas Day sermon. Which means he was stressed which means mom was stressed which means us kids (well, really just me and my brother cuz sister was the baby and she was rarely on the receiving end of Ma’s stress) were up the creek for a week. Hey, doesn’t Christmas sound fun?

As I’ve aged and have watched as year after year the media and retail chains have tried to force us to believe that it is our American duty to skip that pesky Thanksgiving holiday thing and get in their stores and shop. Uhhhhh, piss off thanks. That’s not our Christmas. Screaming children waiting in line to see Santa cuz it’s tradition right? Hey, that sounds fun!

There was the one Christmas when I was in junior high that my brother bought me a ginormous tube of Bonnie Bell Dr. Pepper lip smacker (still my favorite) and a pair of cute bootie socks. But the socks were too small. So I guess that made him sad (at least my mom said so when she yelled at me for telling him they were too small which was actually completely obvious.) Sad enough to hibernate in the basement the rest of the night which made me sad. Of course what I didn’t know then is he was actually down there smoking pot and happy as a clam so only I felt bad the rest of the night when I guess I ruined Christmas when my socks were too small. Ya, that was fun too.

There was the speed opening of presents because we had to get back up to the church for the Candlelight service. When all I really wanted to do was sit and watch the Christmas tree lights and listen to Christmas music. That’s it. Get lost in Christmas, the fire, the smells of dinner (Lutefisk smelled the house up for at least two weeks.)

To this day, this is what I crave for Christmas. Simple. Little things. Drinks with friends in Hutchinson magnified by an unexpected appearance of our friends from Denmark. That was Christmas. Watching our beautiful daughters laugh about silly things, all working so hard to make a life as they work towards their future. That was Christmas. Having Matt next to me through it all, that was Christmas. Being with Oz who I miss so much not having on a daily basis, this is Christmas. But there is a recognizable Christmas sadness due to my other twin’s current struggles. He’s in a dark place and I need for him to know he needs help. But he’s not there…yet. And I have no promises that he’ll remain safe until he get’s there. And that’s hard for this Ma.

So I’ll be thankful for every. Little. Thing in our lives this Christmas. It’s not a Rockwell painting but really, it never has been and we’ve been just fine. In fact, I’m pretty excited about it. As, I hope, are those close to me. We’ll make it simple and be happy to be together, even while we miss those who aren’t. I actually know many who don’t live life as a Rockwell painting, I probably love them more for their strength as they walk through hard days. So especially to those of you who are…

Merry Christmas all.

When we recall Christmas past, we usually find that the simplest things – not the great occasions – give off the greatest glow of happiness.

Bob Hope

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O Holy Night is my favorite Christmas hymn. I love the flow and the drama of it. We’ve all heard so many versions of it but I believe only a choir can do it justice to bring all of the pieces together and make it a masterpiece. The boys and men of King College, Cambridge along with the organ bring it to life beautifully.

Enjoy the weekend.

Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before! What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more!

Dr. Seuss

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Circle of Trust

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It’s getting close to that time of year where we tend to take a look at our lives, think about what’s working and try to come up with some solutions as to what’s not.  It’s inevitable, and it’s a good thing.

If all we do is go year after year with no reflection or no change, congratulations…you’re a 40 year old 18 year old.

We evolve. We learn. We recognize that some of the “status quo” ways of dealing with things ain’t working for us anymore.  Cuz we’re adults now. And not that kind of adult where we learn that paying our bills may infringe on our Mai Tai night’s sucks monkey ballz (*COUGH`Za`COUGH!)  But the kind of adult where we take the bull by the horn and deal with our troubles head on. We don’t hide them away in a drawer, we don’t drink them away only to wake up and find even MORE trouble.

We just…deal. Adult stuff. Growth.

But what if we surround ourselves with folks who don’t want to grow? Hmmmm, but they’re so much fun iKNOWright?!?!! They bring out in us the very thing we should be letting go of. I’ve had these friends. It’s hard for me to look back and realize that so much precious time of health and peace of mind were lost only because of who I surrounded myself with. Folks I thought were there for me through thick and thin (I haven’t been thin since the fourth grade but anyway) were actually there for me through dysfunction and frustration.

It’s a vicious cycle. I stayed in a bad place for too long knowing full well these “friends” were there for me but didn’t get out of situations that could have been easily solved had I just stepped away and gained some objective (which I eventually did.) Because had I walked away from them then I wouldn’t have friends so I need to stay in this muck. Mind boggling.

Just stepping away from these people brought me perspective. And objectivity. And peace. And health. And strength. And a really fantastic group of healthy friends who not only expect me to be the best I can, but THEY BRING OUT THE BEST! Yes, just being a part of their lives improves mine.

Holding on to unhealthy relationships purely out of habit is bullshit. Don’t do that. You deserve better.

And here’s something else…family is included. There are so many of you out there who are fortunate enough to have grown up in a loving, supporting home. There are many more out there who didn’t. Not even close bud. I’m always struck by those of yous guys who say, “Family are the only one’s there for you when you need them.” Uhhhhh, that’s your experience. That’s good. I’m glad for you. But if you walk through life with some type of horse blinders on thinking this is how EVERY one grew up…you’re an idiot. Really. You ARE aware that there is a whole world out there where bad things happen to good people or people who have no voice to stop it, right? No? Ok, go back to your happy little life and stay there. Don’t step out cuz it’s actually really scary out there. True story.

Family is what it is. That’s all. It’s not a magic pill. Some families all get along. Some don’t. Some have siblings who are closer to each other than others. Some have cut ties for various reasons. Some may not understand that but quite honestly, it’s not for you TO understand. At no point do I feel obligated to share why there are family members I don’t have a relationship with. That’s between us. I’m not plopped down on this earth to attempt to make YOU understand anything about me. Love me or don’t. Don’t care.  I’m too busy over here investing time into people who bring out on the best in me and that I know are there for me EVEN IF IT’S TO TELL ME SOMETHING I DON’T WANT TO HEAR. 

But they do this in a way that is positive. Growth. You want to constantly criticize me in everything I do, every move I make, every step I take in hopes that you can lay YOUR insecurities on me? Nope. I bungee jumped off that bridge long ago. Whether it’s unhealthy friendships or relationship within a family structure, let ’em go.

If you’re stuck in a rut and the only thing keeping you afloat each day are friends who magically appeared as you entered the rut…let ’em go. If good and healthy friendships have turned sour and unhealthy, let ’em go. There is no hard and fast law that says people are placed in our lives to be there forever so even if it sucks we stay put. No. Sometimes folks come in our life in intense ways for short amounts of time and then we all move on. It’s ok. Because we were there for a specific reason and now it’s time to go. Just let ’em go.

Are you a positive person who recognizes good things in your life and brings good things in other friends lives while they positively impact yours? Hold fast. And then go eat poutine together…cuz that’s what solid friends do.

I do not agree with what you have to say, but I’ll defend to the death your right to say it.

Voltaire

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