Jumping in with both feet

The water may be over my head, but today I reminded myself that I am strong, capable, and up to the challenge.

One thing I’ve always been good at is planning and strategy.

So attacked my lists, and began an aggressive prospecting plan.

Bold is the new attitude. 2020 is going to be a very bold and big year. I’m just starting a little early.

Never eat at the bar alone.

I had been out making sales calls, finished up the morning and took my car at lunch for the needed oil change.

The line was long for the oil change, so I Uber’d to a nearby place for lunch.

Being by myself, and being lunch I opted to eat at the bar.

There was a couple, and a solo, older man already there, and they were mostly finished with lunch. I dug thru my purse for my expense receipts, business cards, et al so I could update my expense account, and my CRM.

The older man (late 60’s early 70’s) was to my left. He was a chatty guy. He had been conversing with the couple, and he turned to me. “I love your dimples. Do you know what they mean?” I responded politely “not sure, there are lots of stories”. He said “It means you’ve been kissed by God”. I replied with a little nervous chuckle, ” I had heard ‘kissed by angels, before.” I was Hoping that was the end of the discussion. But no. Innocuous conversation about what I do, He noticed my wedding ring, asked about my husband. He wanted to know if I had children, made a comment that “I looked too ‘young’ to have boys their age.” We talked about the Astros, as there is a big game tonight. More personal questions ensued. Then My Creep-O-Meter got too loud to ignore, and I HAD NO IDEA what to do! For a gal who always has a plan….this created an issue for me.

It’s been so long since anyone has flirted with me I was dumbfounded, and in desperate need to flee.

I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

I ordered an Uber back to the auto shop, and the poor Uber driver…..I made no sense to him at all, I was that rattled.

The sad thing is I’m completely out of practice turning those situations around. They are easy to diffuse, and I remember being good at it a long time ago. He was a single, older man, looking for a date, conversation, probably more. That is ok. I’m just so out of practice, I couldn’t be graceful in my “No thank you”, and still continue a polite conversation.

Truly, I think that ability is a woman’s power–To Be graceful . Graceful in conversation, and graceful in the No Thank You —when a man is just being a guy….Probably feeling as awkward as I did.

I think what rattled me most was my belief that no one would be interested in flirting with me. That sort of shook me.

What a wake up call to sharpen a long dusty, rusty, skill set of being part of the human race. Flirting, conversing, or just Being an interesting and kind person to all that I can is important. For sure, there are enough jerks out there.

No need to be awkward about it. Now, where do I practice my “No Thanks” graceful, lady like phrases?

It’s times like these, I appreciate my husband’s presence. He’s a wonderful covering, and one of the reasons I’m out of practice.

I thought I really messed up

The pain snuck up on me one week ago.

It bloomed in my hip, growing bigger and bigger till I just about couldn’t walk.

My left side again. After the Achilles reconstruction, and the frozen shoulder, now my left hip felt like someone was driving a rail-road spike into it. I couldn’t sit, stand, or lie down without severe pain.

There were not enough NSAIDs in the house to make a difference.

I got on my Medical Insurance website, and looked for a Chiropractor.

The funny thing was, I called 4 different offices before I got 1 to actually answer the phone.

They either wanted me to go to their website to book an appointment, or leave a message and they would call me back. Two of them didn’t have an appointment available until the first week of October per their websites, only one called me back…5 days after I left the message. 😡

What happened?

I went to the Chiropractor who answered the phone. The receptionist was adorable. She listened to me, she got me in to see the Doctor within 40 minutes of the call. The Doctor was awesome. He analyzed my posture on a graph, figured out where I was out of alignment. After the initial exam, he adjusted my low back, and recommended a schedule of treatment to get me out of pain. In his opinion, my SI joint was inflamed, and hips were out of alignment, and my piriformis muscles were extra tight. He also set me up with an App that gives me specific strength exercises to do daily to keep my low back from slipping back out of alignment.

I’m happy to say after 3 adjustments, I am almost pain free. Yesterday was the first day in 10 that I didn’t have to take Ibuprofen. I was really happy.

We will reassess next week, and I will probably opt to do monthly maintenance.

He scolded me a bit on my Text Neck, and he’s working on that too.

So here is my Public Service Announcement to spread awareness of Text Neck.

Sit up straight, and think about how you are using your phone. 🤓

Well….cuss words

My heart has a cold fist around it.

I’m beside myself with frozen emotion.

Our nephew, precious young man, engaged to be married, his wedding to his lovely Heather is in December…he has been diagnosed with a soft tissue sarcoma. I met him when he was 4 years old, the cutest little boy. I fell in love with him immediately. He’s been part of my family’s holidays ever since. I’ve not had a Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, 4th of July, Birthdays, Baseball game…Game of Thrones episode without him.

The mass is in his chest wall, wrapped against a rib and pressed against his liver, about the size of a small dinner plate. He’s 32, and in for a fight.

He and Heather are currently in a strategy session with MD Anderson to investigate this mass further, and determine how to fight. It wont’ be without surgery, radiation et al.

If I could get ahold of that devil, and stomp on his head with my 7 1/2 foot, I’d put a hurt on him like he’s never known. Big Cuss Words!

Colin has an Aunt Wendy who’s praying for him. We are coming together as a family to support our precious young man. Please pray for him, he’s like one of my own boys.

Breathing

It’s hard to breathe in a storm.

Professionally, personally, there is so much going on.

It seems like everything has hit at one time.

Parents, children, nephews, clients, co-workers, in-laws, friends….

I’m strapped in for the storm.

But I am breathing.

Tomorrow is another day, right?

Saying goodbye to 2018

Art, travel, death, introspection, an amazing loss of activity on the blog. My worst year since 2013, by far.

More readers (many thanks to the pest control folks in Australia), but fewer likes, comments, views, visits, and interest.

The question is, to continue, or not to continue?

It’s the little things

You can’t take control of the world unless you can take control of a dirty kitchen, garage, garden, etc.

Start with the practical, and move to the impossible.

I love dreamers. I am a dreamer in many respects.

The other side of me is practical. I’ve practiced in taking practical steps to secure my dreaming. The better I am at the practical, the bigger my dreams become.

“The more I do, the more I can do, because I know I can do it.” Quote by Authentic Wendy

What?

(Jackie Chan. Image from Pinterest.)

Dr: There’s no tear in the bicep, and the bone spur doesn’t require surgery.

How was the shoulder after the Arthroscopy?

Me: it hurt worse after.

Dr: Are you diabetic?

Me: no

Dr: Thyroid issues? Irregular cycles? (Orthopedic surgeon is asking)

Me: What? What does that have to do with anything?

The good news is no surgery.

The bad news is I have a Adhesive Capsulitis, or Frozen Shoulder. 6 weeks of physical therapy.

There is fluid in the shoulder capsule that is adversely affected by hormone changes, and synthetic thyroid medication. So two strikes. I’m grateful I’m not diabetic.

This hormone thing is way too pervasive.