Never Go To Bed Angry

People always share their words of wisdom. You listen to what you want and let the rest go in one ear and out the other. There is one piece of advice I’ve always taken to heart, never go to bed angry. It doesn’t just have to be a spouse, it can mean friends, children, and significant others in your life.

As I was starting to write this, Billy Joel’s “Tell Her About It” started playing. Irony? Nah, God’s way of saying I’m on the right path. I find that if something is really bothering you, you never really rest well and wake up more tired than before even. Plus, it’s something that just sits over you. Mainly though, you never want to have a regret.

When I was married we always believed in never going to bed angry. This sometimes meant for some animated evenings as we talked out what was going through our heads but it always ended with, “I love you,” and the occasional, “I may not agree still but I see where you’re coming from… and yes, I love you too.” Communication always a thing at our house. So whoever I end up with, sorry not sorry in advance.

Well it was that communication that left me without one major regret. My last words to Mark. That night it ended up being my last words to him ever. We never got that chance to say good morning to each other but I know our last words to each other were ones of love.

This life experience lived is why these words of wisdom will always be ones I take with me and carry close to my heart. Never go to bed angry or with unresolved issues. You see the last words we say before we close our eyes at night is what will be in our thoughts as we sleep and first thoughts in the morning. So make them positive because sometimes you won’t get that second chance to make things right.

Never Underestimate You

Leaving my comfort zone. This has been my mantra lately. There have been so many opportunities that have been opening up and I have had to decide what to take and what to leave behind. At the start of this year I created a vision board to focus on what was important to me. The words Family, Love, Boss Babe, Friends, Home, Travel/adventure, Fitness and Justice are prevalent on my board.

The words were chosen carefully for each word we choose in life gives power to our actions. Family, no doubt important and the foundation of why we do what we do. Love, yes love not romance. For romance can be fleeting but the vision of a love that endures good and bad and goes deeper than just romance is what really makes your heart find purpose. Boss babe is how I want to be in life, a woman with a career and making decisions to create change, positive change. Friends are what has pulled me through so much and many of them I actually count as family. Images that depict what I think accurately represents each of these in my head correspond with it.

I wake up every day and pray before my feet ever touch the ground. I look at my vision board to remind myself that actions I take in the day should go towards working to make that vision come true. This is how I’ve been deciding what actions to take in life. Then I have to make the decision to never underestimate myself. Prayer, vision and the will and determination to make it happen are powerful. When you set your mind to something and let God guide you, you are unstoppable. The trials you encounter along the way are strengthening you for your journey.

In prayer I have also had to learn to listen. You can’t just talk to God and not listen for a response. That gut feeling or sensation you get to your very core are ways he talks to us. Be receptive. He sometimes times thinks more of us than we do of ourselves and has bigger things in store for us. The projects I have been accomplishing I would’ve never imagined on my own. The people he has place in my life are more than what I could’ve even hoped for. Believing in something and someone bigger than me, and believing in me has made life meaningful.

I still doubt myself sometimes and have insecurities but I also know that God will take that away when the moment is right. Sometimes those doubts and insecurities are there to slow me down for a minute to gain a clearer perspective. Then the vision board becomes clear again and I keep moving. Never ever underestimate the power God, the power of a vision, and the power and strength within you. Amazing things happen when you believe.

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Savor the Flavors of Life

A rare afternoon of pure me time with no where that I needed to be. The weather outside is chilly, windy, and occasional sprinkles of rain, a perfect blustery day to cozy up on the couch. That is exactly what I’m doing in a pair of yoga pants and a comfy tee sipping a cup of raspberry and rose tea. Every little flavor of the tea infused with a hint of sugar soothes more than just my palette, it soothes a part of me that is easing into this journey of even more life discoveries.

Life is ever changing. Each day and moment presents with new possibilities and choices. Each with its own pros and cons, risks and possibilities, fear and excitement. Today I chose to start my day with my pilates and yoga routine to refocus myself. Yes, some Frank Sinatra and warrior three position and the mind wanders. Frank was a great inspiration, along with a little bit of Etta, Ella, and Louis. There is something so magical about that time. Lyrics filled with hope, love, and the realness of life.  I wouldn’t necessarily say a simpler time because let’s face it, life is life, no matter what era it is life is filled with complexities. The one difference is how much we pack into our schedules nowadays with appointments and places to be.

During my workout I would take deep breaths and further refocus. Each breath in filled with peace, hope, and possibilities and every exhale sent anxiety, tension, and fear out with it. Piko breathing at its finest. I felt so much lighter after my session, and not just because I sweated a ton. I started noticing more around me with each breath as well, like the scent of gardenias I have sitting on my dining room table and the sound of the the wind blowing through the trees outside my window. Even the music took on new meaning. I could hear new instruments in songs I’ve heard before. Savoring that moment and living.

A very late lunch ended being more me time with a movie. My choice was “Eat, Pray, Love.” Seemed like a great choice and given my realizations of the morning, it was! I noticed lines in the movie I haven’t before too. “Select your thoughts like you select your clothes.” “The meditation room is within, decorate that.” “The only way to heal is to trust.” All telling of ways to pay attention to life and see what is truly important. We look for so many answers externally but really have what we need to answer life’s questions within our own chest, each beat gives life purpose and meaning. A great reminder for me.

I loved watching the part of the movie that takes place in Italy. It inspired my late lunch of caprese salad and a small glass of chocolate infused wine. With each bite and sip I took a moment to taste each flavor and savor it. Not just eat for nourishment but eat to enjoy that moment and how each ingredient made up a delicious meal, just like life. Life is made up of many ingredients and some go together for a delicious moment, some might feel like they just make us gassy, some are combinations of ingredients we will never put together again. It’s those ingredients that come together to form something not only good for your palette but also for your soul that you need to savor.  So take a moment today and pay attention to what is around you and savor those flavors of life.

Moving Forward

I’ve learned the fine art of waking up every two hours. Nope, not just from having three children but also having your mind go into overdrive many nights. When life tragically changed I would wake up hourly and just keep thinking how was I going to get through everything. Tonight, I woke up at 1 am, then 3 am and haven’t been able to go back to sleep. This time my thoughts are ones of the life that has lead me to this moment.

I thought back to my first year of college. Before virtual tours were a thing, email was pretty new, and you picked colleges based off of the best pictures they posted in a pamphlet. Well that was me. We never had money to do college tours like many of my friends did. Yet at 17 years old here I was leaving Hawai’i and getting off the plane in Los Angeles to go to a school I had only seen in pictures. The unknown was exciting.

Those 4 years were filled with lots of adventures. Freshman year alone I got bit by a black widow and couldn’t walk for a day, had a severe allergic reaction to a yellow jacket sting, and still made it through. The unknown, still exciting to this bright eyed now 18 year old.

Clinicals for nursing were all over parts of Los Angeles that I would hear people talk about back home like, “I can’t believe you have to go there.” Watts, Inglewood, downtown LA to name a few. I still loved it. Scared at times, definitely. What was driving me besides the fact that I was assigned to these locations. Making a better life.

You see, I started realizing if your not happy with your current circumstances or situation, change it. It doesn’t matter how you do it, just keep moving forward. That drive led me to look at what could’ve scared me to make it something better. I learned a lot of street smarts and found so much beauty and courage in the process. It even landed me my first job in Long Beach where my apartment for work was… you guessed it, in the Long Beach/Compton border. More fun times and lots more stories there.

Well fast forward 19 years later to this sleepless night. I’ve realized all those moments of just getting through some sketchy but character building moments led me here. I still firmly believe that going into the unknown can be exciting! My kids don’t ever believe me when I tell them stories of my college adventures but I say, “Mama cleans up well, still don’t mess with me.” They laugh but then give me this look like maybe she’s for real.

Life is full of unknowns. No matter what if you want something more out of life you keep moving forward. That’s where some of life’s greatest adventures are. I am far from being that naive 17 year old, but proud of the 40 year old woman who, when people look at me never really guess my story. Is life scary? Most definitely at times. Is life beautiful? Absolutely! Yes, even through tragedy and not ideal circumstances beauty is found. That is where our true stories are told.

Measurement of Strength

In the chutes and ladders of life there will be great days, horrible days, and everything in between. I would always get mad when people would tell me that God doesn’t give you more than you can handle. Many times I’d pray he didn’t think I could handle so much. I used to think that the moments we go through in life define us, I was wrong.

C. JoyBell C. phrases it the best, “The strength of a woman is not measured by the impact that all her hardships in life have had on her; but the strength of a woman is measured by the extent of her refusal to allow those hardships to dictate her and who she becomes.” We go through hardships, we go through growth and in the process we become who we are meant to be despite the trials and tribulations along the way. Those moments help us to build the resilience we need.

This past week has be filled with many incredible moments and blessings. Moments of walking across a stage to times of realizing how many blessings God sends on his time that will forever stay in my heart. Then there are those moments that come up to test you again. It is important to remember to use that resilience that has been building over time to get through it.

Life will always have the good with the bad, that part is inevitable. Don’t let it define you though. We are not what or who happens to us, we are the people we become in the process. Finding that resilience is a true measurement of strength. Finding those who can appreciate and love who we become in this process is God’s greatest gift.

From Broken to Breaking Limitations

There was a time I felt broken beyond repair. Parts of me felt like they were gone forever. I walked around in the shell of the woman I once was. Feeling anything, including sadness or pain was better than feeling nothing at all. There was a time, but not anymore.

That feeling of needing to be “fixed” was a limitation I had placed on myself. In reality, what I needed to fix was my outlook on life. The whole idea of, “It would never happen to us,” was one that had to be discarded. Here I was looking at my children now thinking, “What just happened to us?” We were people that life gave circumstances to that would force us to drastically change the way we view life. I would need to learn new skills to keep my home and children’s lives running as smoothly as possible. Breaking those limitations of “I can’t” was a necessity.

Ever notice that when a ball hits the ground it never maintains the perfectly round shape it has? It adapts its shape to that moment and that situation to eventually recover. Bouncing back meant that even though it felt like I was thrown to the ground I would have to adapt to my circumstances at that time to not completely shatter, but to get back up and keep going. This tragedy in our lives taught us this invaluable life skill, resiliency.  It is a skills the grows stronger everyday and with each time it is used.

Being resilient gives me a courage to go out and conquer fears I have. Don’t think of the “what ifs” because those same “what ifs” could happen if you do nothing at all. Challenge yourself to go out and live life. Break the limitations placed on us, either by others or by our own minds. In those times of tragedy find your purpose, find your why, pray for guidance, and let it show you the possibilities are endless. Those moments of feeling broken are really moments of you adapting to the changes life gives so you can bounce back and continue to break limitations.

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Beautiful Ugly Tears

Tears can be caused by grief, anger, happiness, and sometimes a combination of all of the above. These past two weeks have been a series of events that culminated in a morning of beautiful ugly tears. It started with something as simple as renewing my CPR a few weeks ago. That moment also made post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) real. Yes, PTSD, I have that. I went through therapy to learn how to deal with it but also learned it’ll sneak up on you like it did a couple of weeks ago.

I watched the videos of people performing CPR and the scenarios were more real than I could imagine. Then came the moment when I had to practice what I learned on the mannequin. I looked down and for a moment it was as if I was transported back to the night I was doing CPR waiting for the paramedics to arrive. Somehow I was able to practice what I learned and quickly came back to reality. No tears that day.

Several other scenarios occurred throughout the next two weeks that would bring me back to the day Mark died. Tears? No. Sadness? Yes! Anger? Yes! Life? Keep moving forward. Then came this morning. I woke up with a migraine. Being a single parent means that even a migraine doesn’t mean that the world stops. I still got the kids ready for school, me ready for work, and got my cup of coffee to go before we walked out the door. As I was walking to the car all I could think of was how much I missed the teamwork Mark and I had, especially on mornings like this.

As I did my last drop off I saw a kolea bird by my car. Culturally, we believe that the kolea is messenger or spirit of our loved ones. Most of the time they are pretty quiet birds. Well this morning, in the dark and wind, this kolea kept chirping at me like it was talking directly to me. My first thought, “Oh, hi Mark!” I got into my car and as I passed the cemetery that Mark’s niche is in, the song “A Thousand Years” started playing. Then the most beautiful vision entered my thoughts like Mark was visiting my mind. It played out like a scene from a movie.

Mark was in his prime, happy, fit, smiling and holding my hand. I was younger, skinnier, smiling and holding his hand. The love was tangible. We were so incredibly happy and together. Mark looked at me and it was as if his thoughts became words. He was happy. He was in a place where that moment of our lives was an eternity frozen in time, we were together. That was my past, his present. He wanted me to know that would always be my past but that it was just that, the past. My present was raising our children and life continuously moving forward. I needed to remember to find happiness in my current reality and someday, love. That was his wish. Then came the stop light on the off ramp to work.

A yellow light and a police officer. So yeah, instead of thinking I cold make it through, I stopped. Right then, Whiz Kalifa and Charlie Puth’s “See You Again” started playing and the song finished right as I parked my car. Got it Mark, message received. The water works started. Those beautiful ugly tears. I pulled it together to get out of my car and thought I was ok. Wrong! I got into the elevator and thanked God it was empty. That is until the 4th floor. Someone got on the elevator and the only thought in my mind was, “Why couldn’t they take the stairs down? It’s only 4 floors, down not even up! Why is someone standing right there?” I could feel the tears trying to come out. I did my best to hold it together until I got to my friends’ office near the elevators. After a few more tears I was able to make it to my office and start the day.

On my drive home there were so many rainbows and more hearts in the clouds. I kept thinking back to the morning and that vision and those tears. I found joy in the tears. They were happy tears from a vision I will forever hold in my heart. I was lucky to have experienced that love that allowed me to smile with tears in my eyes. Tears from a beautiful life, a beautiful past, and a love that knows no boundaries letting me know I’m doing okay. Beautiful ugly cry tears.

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