Give Yourself a Timeout

When we were kids and did something wrong, we’d get a timeout. “Go sit over there and think about what you did wrong. You can come back when you know how to act right.” Oftentimes I am so busy taking care of other things and people that I forget to take care of myself. Sure I eat and shower and whatnot, but am I also nurturing my social, spiritual, and emotional wellness? Am I taking the time to remember who I am and to honor myself by doing what I truly enjoy?

As a kid, I loved being outside. There was so much to take in, so much to feel and wonder about. My daughter and I went on vacation to a lake house with our friends this past weekend. Together we floated in the lake, warmed by the sun and cooled by the water, talking and laughing, rolling over the wake sent our way by the passing boats. The sky stirred our imaginations as we watched the clouds morph into different shapes, wondered about the low-flying helicopters, pretended to be birdwatchers who knew the difference between an egret and a heron, oohed over the distant fireworks, and were mesmerized by the full moon rising and the way its reflection reached across the water to touch us. We breathed the fresh air and felt a close affinity for the world around us. I played, it made me happy, and now I feel recharged and ready for whatever’s next.

Do you forget who you are sometimes, too? It’s time to be your own wellness coach, so blow the whistle and give yourself a timeout! What do you miss doing? Think about it and then go act right!

To Be Continued…

My daughter and I have been streaming reruns of Who’s the Boss? lately. I love that she loves sitcoms from my childhood; it’s a nice bonding opportunity that I take full advantage of. At the end of one of the seasons, an episode came to the end of its time at a suspenseful moment, and “To Be Continued” appeared on the screen. She inhaled a quick breath and looked at me with wide eyes. A second later she remembered that she just had to click on the ‘next episode’ option, one that didn’t exist when I was growing up, and she was able to find out what would happen next.

Personally, I prefer a cliffhanger. Let me imagine what the future will bring. Let me dream up the possibilities. Suspense is a feeling that has taken a backseat in this world of instant gratification.

I recently changed careers, and the whole process has been a cliffhanger. What am I going to do? How do I do this? How will my life change? What skills do I need to dust off for this, and what new ones will I learn?

At the same time my daughter is entering adolescence like her brakes gave out. What will happen next? How will she change? What will stay the same?

I’m enjoying the suspense, and grateful to know that, while the last chapter came to an end, our story is to be continued…

Teen Scenes

When I was a kid back in the 80s, hair bands were rockin, hot rods were revvin, and leather, lace, and Lycra were stylin. We’d wrestle like Hulk and Macho Man, karate kick like Ralph, and Moonwalk like Michael.

You either watched what was on the one tv, or you went outside and acted like what you saw on tv. Celebrities were our idols. We’d scrape up our dog walking change and head to the corner store to buy the latest issues of Bop and Tiger Beat, tear out the headshots of our heartthrobs, and tape them all over our bedroom walls.

I used to watch our cousins compete over who could say the names of every rock star that covered their walls the fastest. There were a hundred if there was one. I always wondered how they could even see past their giant perms.

A couple years ago my daughter asked for a “big girl room.” At age 10 she wanted BoHo aesthetic with hanging ivy and macrame and gold accents. I was like, “Wow, times have changed .”

But then tonight she says to me, “I want to redo my room.”

“Oh yeah? How so?” I wondered as dollar signs blurred my vision.

“I want to paint it all one color and cover it with posters of all my favorite singers.”

Now that’s a trend I can buy into!