Mom’s Achievements—Pt. 1

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If you’ve read my other posts about my battle with Mom regarding her walker, reacher, and trash collection…you’ll appreciate this update—The management at our apartment complex noticed Mom’s dedication to garbage collection and keeping the grounds clean. They honored her with a signed Certificate of Recognition and flowers.

How can I fight with appreciation? I lost this particular battle with Mom and I am happy about it.

Thank you, apartment management—Mom is proud of her contribution to #garbage elimination.

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Book Launch!

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Another short story published in an Inspire #Anthology is humbling. I enjoy friendship with some of the people in the group, and being a part of this book with talented writers in the region.

Message to “future” writers—grab courage, override your shaking hands and knocking knees to join a writer’s society, a critique group…then go ahead, find your voice, and write your story.

The reader may like it, or maybe not…maybe you just need to write it, and only one person NEEDS it. #amwriting

Reflect or Regret? Part 4-Dating Post Divorce

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As a silver-haired person, I retain the privileges of Reflection or Regrets. I’ve earned this right through years of trials, temptations, and choices. My journal excerpt—Reflect on Dating.

Being single again is scary, but the dating game was terrifying.

During the twenty-five years of my first marriage the world evolved with Social Media and online dating—I avoided both at first.

People from earlier eras preferred meetings in person, not communicating from a distance. Just like job searches, we walked into stores and requested applications, and obtained one-on-one interviews. The drawback of dating this way is the burden of time constraints.

Even though online dating is a fast track and enlarges the pool of possible dates, it was less comfortable and personable, so that option never appealed to me.

I eventually learned to attend a movie alone, dinner alone, and went camping alone. “Alone” was no longer a horrible feeling, it was liberating. I finally remembered who I was before marriage. I decided my likes and dislikes, my life purposes, and my interests, with no one influencing my choices.

As trust grew in my judgement regarding others, I searched for groups to join—a hiking group, a kayaking group, and a large Single’s group. The thing about groups is the safety in numbers. Others may see a red flag in someone’s behavior that we miss=safety.

My newly single friends and I watched out for each other through the dating process. We learned that we are often attracted to the same personality that we just divorced. Nope, get healthy first, then we can make better choices. One option I enjoyed for self-care was Divorce Care.

Don’t be afraid of change—be liberated for a new and improved future!

 

 

Spring Spirit Logo Contest

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This banner design is watercolor acrylic and pen. Teamwork—plant seeds, water, and magic!

The contest’s objective was to capture the spirit of spring—hence the title, appropriate for children.

I am thankful for this opportunity.

#SCBWICANorthCentral #artofscbwica

Jar Lids, Doorknobs, and Buttons

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What do these daily life tools have in common? They require fine motor skills that may be difficult. Other daily life activities are called ADLs.

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If we can’t use these simple little items with ease, they grow into a huge wrench of despair and frustration, when we have arthritis or other difficulties.

Jar lid—we just tap it with a knife handle to break the seal, right? Glass jar with metal lid + knife handle + tap + slip= shattered shards. We purchased a jar lid opener. Ours is a rubber gripper and Mom happily uses it. She often states that she doesn’t like feeling helpless.

Buttons—grip + slide into hole + pull= voila! Not if you have arthritis + limited eyesight. We purchase pull on shirts now. Her favorite blouses from years ago are worn as blazers. Mom is “stylin” and always receives compliments on her outfits. She enjoys dressing snazzy and still applies her own makeup using her gooseneck magnifying mirror.

Doorknob—grip + turn, right? Not with lotion on, or arthritic hands. Emergency + slip + stuck door= accidents. Knobs can be replaced with latch type handles requiring no gripping or twisting.

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One of the many ways we can help our older loved ones is to provide them with useful tools or fixes for their struggles.

Reflect or Regret? Part 3

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As a silver-haired person, I retain the privileges of Reflection or Regrets. I’ve earned this right through years of trials, temptations, and choices. My journal excerpt—Reflect on hope. 

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Singleness—After a few decades of marriage, and destruction of the relationship, it ended in divorce. We were relieved and heartbroken.

New life began for me when I joined a Singles group. Being with people with similar life experiences is cathartic. We gave each other hope that life can start over and continue. Most of my post-divorce relationships were formed in that group.

Singles offered classes, workshops, Bible studies, and Divorce Care. Doing all the reading and homework transformed my thoughts about divorce and recovery. I gained hope for my future.

Being single again is scary in general, but more specific—the dating game.

In general, the world changed in twenty-five years. The dynamic of Social Media came into play with online dating. I avoided both for awhile.

I learned to go to a movie alone, go to dinner alone, and go camping alone. Alone was no longer a horrible feeling, it was liberating. I remembered who I was before marriage. I decided what I liked and didn’t like, how I wanted my life to be, and what I wanted to do.

When COBRA for my healthcare neared its end, I knew I needed to change jobs and get a career where I earned enough to live on and had my own benefits. I was self-employed as a muralist and while the pay was nice, I did not have healthcare, it was through my ex-husband’s employer.

Own my own home-saved for three years, my teeth took it all away. Started saving for another three years, purchased my home lived there three years. Seems like three is the number for me. I invited Mom.

Remarriage—Twelve years single, work improvements on myself, and living life as big as I wanted brought me a new man who loves me.

Reflect or Regret? Part 2-Persistence

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As a silver-haired person, I retain the privileges of Reflection or Regrets. I’ve earned this right through years of trials, temptations, and choices. My journal excerpt—Reflect on persistence.

Desires and dreams-

In middle school, a friend of mine encouraged me to join Glee Club, where I discovered my love for singing.

At thirteen years-old, I was given my first duet with a friend of mine in a community Christmas Performance at the high school. I completely bombed from stage fright. Our teacher even stopped playing the melody of “We Three Kings” and tapped out ONLY my part. God bless him, but though I heard it clearly, I couldn’t change my horrifying pitch. My friend was humiliated, and sang her part perfectly.

Why didn’t I quit singing after that? I guess I loved it enough to persist. If anyone said any words of wisdom or encouragement, I don’t remember. I kept singing—in several choirs and on a worship team for three years. Singing made my heart and spirit soar like nothing else. Nerves beset me, but never again did stage-fright take me down.

Our high school Art teacher informed us that we couldn’t make any money with art. Reflecting on his comments through an adult’s viewpoint, that was Bitterness talking. One of our assignments was to paint murals in the Art Department hallway. I loved it and painted two.

Eventually, I earned money for thirteen years painting murals, and I am thankful for that. One of my classmates became a world renowned artist. Persist in your passion. Don’t listen to the naysayers, prove them wrong instead.

When I wanted to travel and work overseas, most of my family and friends commented, “It’s too dangerous.” True, there are unsafe countries and governments, I had some experiences that make my skin crawl, when I think of them. Best advice, persist in awareness of and pay attention to your surroundings. Watch everyone, plus keep your documents, or valuables inside your clothes, and don’t put them in any hotel or hostel safes!

One of my dreams was to see the world. Opportunities to live and travel abroad in different cultures are rare as jewels found in the dirt. Persist with your goals. Sixteen countries later, and working overseas for a year, are some of the best experiences and highlights of my life.

 

Reflect or Regret? Part 1

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As a silver-haired person, and I retain the privileges of Reflection or Regrets. I’ve earned this right through years of trials, temptations, and choices. Today’s journal excerpt IMG_3805Regrets.

First marriage-Was very difficult, my kids were hurt from it. I wanted so much better for them…that’s all I have to say about that.

College-My parents and I couldn’t afford it, and I had no discipline, so traveling was my education. I wanted a degree, and tried twice, but didn’t complete it.

Missions-After I developed asthma, and a third trip had a huge dust storm, I became a Global Missionary Online for almost three years.

Illustrator dream-Hired to illustrate Little Known Tales in California History …later, I let someone crush my dreams, and life threw me for a loop. Now, I’ve returned to art once more.