This past year has been a year of change. Took a job I didn’t like, started a patio garden, upped my work outs to twice/day, started pilates and about to start a new job that hopefully holds a challenge and some excitement. Most importantly, I am ready to move on. I’ve finally dealt with the grief that I carried with me for 23 years. Years of therapy, anti-depressants, anger and bitterness — finally over. A feeling of happiness and contentment that is a whole new experience for me. Don’t get me wrong – I am still as crazy as ever and slightly OCD, but happy.
While many say there are 5 or 7 stages of grief, they never say how long it will take. I recently said to an old friend that I wished that someone would have helped me years ago, but perhaps I was not ready or just simply too young. My friend recently found out she has cancer and asked for advice for how to prepare in the event of the worst. From the perspective of a child, I recommend that you create a box for each of your children and include:
- hand written notes about their childhood and little stories you remember
- family medical history
- photo albums with photos of you with them (old school style) and include who is in the photo and dates
- stories of your own childhood and how you met your spouse/significant other
- family recipes
My niece said once that she lives every day like it is her last. I informed her that if she keeps it up, it could be and not to wish her days away. I recommend that you live every day with no regrets and tell those who matter most how much you love them.
So now what? I am focusing on my health and eating well (something I never learned growing up). Moving to CA 5 years ago probably saved my life. I am 50 lbs lighter, eat better and exercise more than I have in my entire life. Oh and I look better — a little Botox, Juvederm and sunscreen go a long way. I plan on continuing.
