Overwhelm (to load, heap, treat, or address with an overpowering or excessive amount of anything)

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You know that feeling you get when you have a list of things to do that feels so long that you just don’t want to do anything? Well, then you are part of a large club! Nearly everyone I have spoken with lately seems to raise this issue. We all know that we need to give something up, stop doing one of these things, curate our activities, but which one goes? How do you decide?

Work is a necessity. It’s how the bills get paid. It gives us money for the fun things in life. Wait a minute… I cut the fun stuff out so I could breathe. At least that’s how it seems lately. I volunteer for my daughter’s marching band. My job is to run the concession stand at football games. I enjoy it. It makes for two hectic months for me. And people have suggested it’s too much. I should step down. Did I mention that this is something I enjoy doing?

I have one more year after this, and no one seems interested in taking over. Fewer people are volunteering. Maybe because it’s not fun for them. Perhaps it’s because of the OVERWHELM. Maybe when everyone in their family is at their activities, they steal those quiet moments for themselves. To breathe, to make another to-do list. To try and overcome that feeling of having too much to do and not enough time.
I have many people who care for me so much that they try and help by telling me what I should be giving up or how I could better accomplish what I need to get done, even how to prepare for some future event. Unfortunately, much of that comes across as their need to help because I can’t do it myself, which is also overwhelming. No one likes feeling as if they are not good enough.

I haven’t found a solution. I have given up many things that I enjoy but still have a few that I cling to for dear life. I sometimes trade sleep in order to do them.

On Being Yourself

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Have you ever sat down and just thought about who you really are? All the things that we’ve experienced and people we encounter influence the person we become. Sometimes we don’t even realize it until we go through a Big Thing that makes us examine ourselves and ask those questions.

Am I really … selfish, controlling, inattentive, stubborn, cruel, fill-in-the-blank?
Who do I want to be?
How do I want to be?
What’s important to me?

I’ve been through the first three a few times in the past two years. Some negative personality traits could sometimes be answered in the affirmative but not always. The second and third stumped me quite a bit which led me to the last one. After multiple iterations, I’ve come up with a short list of what is important to me.

  1. Being kind to myself and those around me
  2. Putting my heart into everything I choose to do
  3. Actively listening to people and the world around me
  4. Living a life that I would be proud for my children to emulate
  5. Enjoying each and every moment I have and the people that are in those moments with me
  6. Being thankful for all of it

This list has been stable for the last couple of months, so I think I’ll keep it. It helps me to answer those who and how questions. I am a kind, loving, creative, thankful and blessed individual.  I can be a bit quirky or a bit abrasive depending on your point of view. I most certainly can be hard-headed at times, but when given some space, I tend to come around to reason. I want to be available to the people who are important to me. I want to be fully present with them in the moments we have together. I want to live in the light in such a way that joy and love can be seen by others.

I want to be myself.

You really need to look inside yourself and find your own inner strength, and say, ‘I am proud of what I am and who I am.’ – Mariah Carey

Gratefulness

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For two years now, I have been keeping a gratitude journal. Every evening before I go to bed I write down at least one thing I am thankful for that day. Certain people show up over and over again, especially my children. At the end of last year I reread every entry and was so full of joy that I just sat on my bed and cried. It felt nice to cry tears of joy instead of sadness. It’s nice to see how rich my life is despite my situation. It felt so wonderful that I continued it this year.

This morning I woke up thinking about gratefulness. It is the day for it in America. It’s Thanksgiving. A day to gather with your family and friends and celebrate all that you have. Not the material things but the things that carry you through the good times and bad. Those relationships that get you through your darkness. The laughter and love that surround you when you are with special people or even if you just think of them when they are far away.

I have been blessed so much more than I ever could have imagined. My choir sings a song called Grateful by Hezekiah Walker and it’s stuck in my head today.

I am
Grateful for the things
That you have done
Yes, I’m grateful for the victories we’ve won
I could go on and on and on
About you works
Because I’m grateful, grateful, so grateful
Just to praise you Lord
Flowing from my heart
Are the issues of my heart
It’s gratefulness

I thank God for all I have in my life right at this moment. It’s a beautiful moment. It’s a joyful moment. It’s a time to be grateful.

“The root of joy is gratefulness.” David Steindl-Rast

Tragedy

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Tragedy. This is what is being said about the latest school shooting. Even writing “the latest” gives me pause. It suggests there will be another. The students from Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida want to be the last. As a parent, I’m afraid they won’t be.

When Columbine happened, the country was in shock. Lately, there has been much discussion about the country becoming numb to these horrific events. For me, this one became more personal.

I was sitting in a doctor’s office with my daughter, reading People magazine while we waited. There was an article on the shooting and in it, there are pictures of the victims with a couple of sentences about them. Yes, I shed tears as I read each one and then I read these words:

“The freshman color-guard member and talented artist…”

I couldn’t read further. I couldn’t breathe. Tears started running down my face. That description could be my daughter. Exactly my daughter. Except it wasn’t. It was a description of Gina Montalto, 14 years old. Her picture shows a smiling young woman, full of promise. It’s one thing to “know” it can happen anywhere. It’s another thing to feel it to the core of your being.

My daughter asked me a question and caught me crying. I showed her the article. She gave me that look that says “You’ll cry at anything.” I read her the description of Gina. Eyes wide, she understood.

I couldn’t sleep that night. I found myself crying for a young woman I never met and a family I don’t know. Because sleeping soundly in the next room is my freshman color-guard member and talented artist.

Support (to sustain [a person, the mind, spirits, courage, etc.] under trial or affliction)

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We all need support in some form or another especially when we are under trial or affliction. This past year has been a trial for me and I’ve been asked numerous times if I have a support system or network. I’ve started answering this question with a firm “No.” Why would I do that?

The words system and network do not accurately describe the support that I have. To me, these words suggest that each person supporting me is a node in a net. They connect to me and maybe one or two other people. Their sole purpose is to help me during this time. I believe this is why so many people, women, in particular, have a hard time asking for it.

The act of supporting another human being requires some time and energy. Two things that I find myself in short supply. Now that I need it, I know I am asking others to give me some of their precious time and energy. We all have a finite amount of both, limited as we are by 24 hours in a day and a need for sleep. It’s why people say things like “I don’t want to be a burden.” If long-term support is needed, it could become a drain on those very people that are there for me. They will need support themselves. This is why I use a different description.

I have a support basket. The love and care that has been given to me are woven by each person in my life. They support me but they also support each other. So my west coast best friend will listen to me and then call my mom who will call my brother who will reach out to my east coast best friend who will check in with my work friend who will check on me. They have woven their support around me and cradle me in their love. The nicest part for me is that I don’t worry about burning out a single person because they are leaning on each other.

I can curl into this basket of encouragement created by my parents, my siblings, and my friends to heal my wounded heart and mind. It helps me to release what I no longer serves me and focus my energies on creating a fulfilling future. A place of strength and happiness and a basket full of love.