the low flying geese
the sound their wings made cutting through the air
grass cut
yard debris hauled away
prayers from friends
phone calls
well wishes
a dinner Thursday night
Denise, who'd spend her day off awaiting my call
Joanne's hug and prayers over me
a family photo
66 Books
Becky P
Michi
Sandy
a nurse who is a Christian, who hugged me and prayed with me
her tears
a sister in Christ next to me when I needed family
lunch and dinner help from Denise
that she put my slippers on my feet for me
four days of rest
the rallying help of my people
a first walk--to the mailbox and back
a first day out--for dog toys, gauze, vitamins, Persian cukes and gf bread
running into Michi at the store
a card in the mail from my church
trunk or treat and the community vibe from our church
the embrace of all things new (church, family, heart, purpose)
all the help from Shane and the kids with Ruth
a sunrise through the woods
coffee
the very big sunglasses from the doctor
an eye patch
medicine for my eyes
healing
vision
Monday, October 29, 2018
Friday, October 26, 2018
The things you cannot see
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| Family photo 2018 |
This is a family picture I took the day before my cataract surgery. This was one of the better ones, considering I was working with a breezy day; I was running back and forth to the camera to turn on the timer; the sun was setting in our line of sight; Shane just got home from work; and I was on edge because I was about to have surgery and I felt like I had a million things minus one to do.
I didn't get the floors mopped.
I didn't get the Halloween costumes.
I didn't prep the flour blend.
I didn't get the Persian cucumbers, the dog's squeaky ball, or a long-sleeved shirt.
I felt like I wasn't as ready as I should be before going in to surgery, and I had reached a point of acceptance, or maybe resignation, that it's just what it is: I can bring my best, or my best under duress, but I can't always do it all. (But I try.)
These days leading up to surgery felt full and empty. I felt edgy at times, but desperately wanted to be peaceful and present. Time went fast. It went slow. And I shouldn't have watched a video on cataract surgery on an actual eye--instant sweaty palms and nausea. It was an obvious confirmation to me, that while I can handle a turkey or chicken from the store--even a frog dissection, being a literature major was the best choice for me, and not an eye surgeon. (You're welcome.)
I wanted a family picture because it's been years since we got one together. Because I'm one pound shy of a thirty-five pound weight loss this year, and I don't feel a connection to the me in the years of photos before May. Because, being honest, if anything went wrong with the surgery, I wanted my kids to have a photo of us all together (this from the me of film age, and photographs in my growing-up house were rare. I have one picture of my mom and me when I was in college.). Because I don't know what my eye is going to look like, or what my vision would be like when this is over, and I was hoping to get a picture done to order Christmas cards.
This is the family picture you see, and we are all trying to smile again as I run back and forth in the wind to the camera to reset the timer--and I still kept leaning my head the wrong way.You can look at this picture and think a lot of things--good or snarky about it.
But what you don't see is this: a mom's bravery and a mom's fear; the rush of wanting to get it all done, and the failure of not meeting my own expectations; a fight for my own health (physically, spiritually, emotionally); a string of losses, and I still am trying to make peace with the latest one.
What you don't know until now: the day of the surgery, I had a quick goodbye with the kids that morning because Lanie was off to math and Erin slept in and Shane and I sat in traffic a long time and were a few minutes late to my appointment and he wasn't allowed past the waiting room to sit with me--our kiss and goodbye quick, rushed. I had a nurse who I braved up to ask, "Are you a Christian?" And she said yes, and I hugged her and she HUGGED ME BACK HARD and we prayed together and I thanked God for sending me a sister to be with me that day. That at some point during the operation, I woke wide up and started bragging on my Viking blood--all 7/10's of a percent of it (#vikingspirit). That I came home and Denise came over soon after and spent her day off sitting on the couch with me for eight hours, helping get dinner heated and served, putting my slippers on my feet. That Becky fed us with a yummy taco soup and brownies. That Lanie slept with me in the living room and let Ruth out in the middle of the night (I slept on the couch so I wouldn't have to maneuver the stairs in the middle of the night, and because the upstairs heat is on and dries out my eyes really badly, which I didn't want to deal with after surgery).
I'm so grateful for all the prayers surrounding me yesterday and today. For friends (and Tracey!) who texted and called and showed up. For the God-arranged sister who prayed for me in the pre-op room. For the Fellow who called last night to check on me after the surgery and confirmed and laughed with me about my Viking heritage talk. She said they hear all kinds of things from people coming out of anesthesia. I'm glad my chatter gave them a chuckle. I certainly had a laugh over it too. I'm glad to come home to my kids' hugs and kisses and a dog that hasn't left my side and a husband who has to help me with unmentionables and said, "So this is what the future looks like (old age)?"
Yes. God willing. It looks like this--family that loves and helps; friends who show up; a sovereign God; love.
When I see that photo of us, I see more than you see. But maybe now, you have the vision to see it too.
Monday, October 22, 2018
And still counting ... (12,682-12,711)
a stunning sunrise at the top of the street
low-flying geese overhead--glory!
Denise and her offer to help on an upcoming day off
size small on clearance
the winter blue blanket on the bed
the hum of heat at night
first frost on the ground
a muffed and hooded morning run
the quarter on the ground for an offering
a full fridge
a (favorite) warm shirt
an updated style profile: I don't have to hide anymore
a string of favorite songs
a peppermint mocha for her math homework
a girl who wants to be an acrobat
cats meowing in the morning
a puppy that is always, always at my side
KB's remark about my appearance
books on hold at the library
good weather for a family photo shoot
a Goodwill drop off
a run with my teenager to the cosmetic store
red wine on a Saturday night
when the small (to me) jeans are too big
a run before church
Trader Joe's maple butter
on a buttermilk biscuit
tapioca flour by the case
French vanilla coffee for a change
life in the woods
low-flying geese overhead--glory!
Denise and her offer to help on an upcoming day off
size small on clearance
the winter blue blanket on the bed
the hum of heat at night
first frost on the ground
a muffed and hooded morning run
the quarter on the ground for an offering
a full fridge
a (favorite) warm shirt
an updated style profile: I don't have to hide anymore
a string of favorite songs
a peppermint mocha for her math homework
a girl who wants to be an acrobat
cats meowing in the morning
a puppy that is always, always at my side
KB's remark about my appearance
books on hold at the library
good weather for a family photo shoot
a Goodwill drop off
a run with my teenager to the cosmetic store
red wine on a Saturday night
when the small (to me) jeans are too big
a run before church
Trader Joe's maple butter
on a buttermilk biscuit
tapioca flour by the case
French vanilla coffee for a change
life in the woods
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| right eye |
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| my once-upon-a-time favorite capris, retired permanently |
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| Dear Jesus, Thank You! |
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| math and coffee |
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| Woods life. Snake at the door. |
Wednesday, October 17, 2018
Day story
October 2018
Outside my window, sunshine and blue skies. I ran this morning, and on my walking portion, I reached the top of the street and looked out over the treetops and took in the blue of the sky and the wisp of clouds, and a skein of geese heading south. I just stood there until I cried. For this beauty. For this break. For the light. For this vision.
Giving thanks for thirty pounds down, and almost thirty-five. It's more than the weight gone--this loss represents reordering my life and honoring it. It means taking care of me too. I'm giving thanks to God for timely resources in my life that lead to this (good books, the goal planner, a pair of running shoes, and a summer membership to yoga), and for a bestie who linked arms with me in the journey. For a line in the book Begin Again, where she wrote, "No one is coming to save you." And for the story of the invalid lying at the pool of Bethesda for thirty-eight years, and Jesus asked him, "Would you like to get well?" Thankful to make these days count, knowing full well they're numbered, knowing full well life and health can change in an instant. Grateful to make the most of these days, to enjoy the sunny days, to be able to play with my dog, to race a daughter up a rock wall. Grateful.
In the school room, medieval literature and history. I love ancients and medieval, so these past two years have been absolutely delightful to me. Cuddles on the couch with Erin, wrapped in a blanket, double socks on my feet, the Cuddl Duds shirt of softest warmth. And soon, fire in the wood stove. All the loveliness of fall and winter. A hunkering hygge for my soul. And when I get the genetic testing back, oh if there is a viking heritage, I might just have to plan a trip. Shane said, "You're not a viking. You're from (here). Take a trip to (here)." I laughed so hard.
From the kitchen, we had the lightest lemony cheesecake for Lanie's sixteenth birthday, but today, back to toast: pear with almond butter, chia seeds, and a drizzle of maple syrup. Meal planning into next week and hoping to stock the fridge with easy reheat foods for after the surgery. Lots of preparation this week and next week.
I am in a very pensive place. That is all.
I don't want to forget Lanie's relief and joy on testing in chemistry well, or her enjoyment of her birthday, or our walks together. I don't want to forget the words we shared, the hand holding, the hugs. I don't want to forget the satisfying delight of being so close to my kids, of laughter in the car (snow-veralls!), of walking to our own quirky beat. I don't want to forget that I am investing in the future. And it all matters so very much. Shane and I discussed it last night as we considered my dad, the missed opportunity--oh Marley, wandering the streets, beholding your actions.
Around the house it's chilly and I made the bed with the delightful blue fleece blanket I save just for winter, and I'm trying to keep up with the laundry and tidying and ohmygoshthatpooryard. Preparing to settle in for a healing time. A blizzard's worth of paper towels and toilet paper, and oh how I'm glad that Wegman's and Aldi's deliver if I need them to. Ah, to live in such a time as this. Preparing.
I am hearing Lanie play the piano. Next up, an introduction video to an expository writing class. This is the life.
A view of my favorite things:
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| Viking spirit |
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| thirty pounds down |
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| fun with Erin |
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| Sweetest sixteen |
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| hiking and sunshine and the woods (I really, really love this picture) |
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| exhale, inhale, exhale |
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| our family |
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| there's no denying beauty makes a sound |
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| a photoshoot for a favorite, always honored to capture these years |
At the table, oh tables matter. I consider our own, Joel's former table. The memories they shared, now our table and altar to our own. The birthdays, the Thanksgivings, all the holidays, the holy days. And this year, I think long on hospitality and wonder, again, Lord, who will fill my table.
Tuesday, October 16, 2018
Sweet sixteen
We celebrated Lanie yesterday, my sweet sixteen.
I told her recently that I could tell her every day of my life how much I love her and wouldn't even fully express the depth of what she means to me; that even if I lived to be very old, there would still be more to say. And that is the true gift, to be loved well and deeply. Many people never realize that. When Isaac gave his blessing to his sons, he was old and practically blind, and one blessing brought joy, and one brought grief--and maybe that was tradition, to wait till the end. I know from my own experience, I didn't experience the blessing from my father during my life, or even from his hospital bed. I won't make that mistake.
I hope to give my blessing to my children often, so that on my deathbed, we feel full of knowing that we have lived life well and full, loved, contented.
Balloons. A weekend trip to visit a Viking ship replica (ok, that might have been more for me because: VIKINGS! MEDIEVAL HISTORY! ADVENTURE! LITERATURE! BEOWULF!).
And a celebration of a big day, in a smaller way, because of travels earlier this month to meet our grandson, and a surgery scheduled next week.
She asked for lemon cake. So while she was in chemistry class, I came home and whipped up a lemon cheesecake in the Instant Pot. YAAAS!
At room temp: 16 ounces cream cheese, 1/4 sour cream, two eggs
3/4 cup sugar
1 tsp vanilla extract
1 tablespoon lemon juice
1 tablespoon grated lemon zest
For the crust:
1 pkg of gluten free Vanilla Wafers (pulse to crumbs, add melted butter to combine)
1/2 stick butter, melted
We used a small springform pan fitted to our pressure cooker. Pressed cookie/butter mixture along the bottom and sides. Pan is wrapped outside in foil, and is cupped in a foil sling to raise and lowered into the pressure cooker.
Cream the cream cheese, sour cream and sugar. Add eggs one at a time, lemon juice, vanilla and zest, being sure to scrape down the sides. Get it good and mixed. Pour into the waiting crust.
Add 2 cups of water to the pressure cooker, lower down the springform pan onto a waiting trivet, leaving the sling to remove it later. Cook on high pressure for 25 minutes. Let rest 15 minutes at its own heat escape. And then manually vent the remainder to take the lid off safely. Let cool at room temp a bit and then stick it in the fridge till it's candle and song time.
It was good. It tasted fresh and lemony. And I knew exactly what was in it, which makes it all the more delightful to know there weren't "natural" flavors added. And I'm not even a lemon fan, generally.
What I love most about a pressure cooker cheesecake, besides how fast it comes together, is how small the pans are--giving our fam of four two days' of dessert and not a bit more.
Be true to you. Be who God made you to be. Steward your time, talent and treasure well. Love the people in your life sincerely, and pray for your enemies--bless them, even. It says more of your character and who you are and who you serve ... their behavior speaks of the motives and master of their own hearts (and that is true of friend or foe). Don't ever regret doing the right thing. And when you are at fault, own it humbly.
When we first started homeschooling in kindergarten, we had homeschool rules. And I realized later, when Erin started kindergarten, I left out one important rule: always remember how much you are loved. When you know that, it helps lift the burden of difficult tasks, and cushions the disappointment of failures.
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| After class, she changed into jammies, lol |
I hope to give my blessing to my children often, so that on my deathbed, we feel full of knowing that we have lived life well and full, loved, contented.
Balloons. A weekend trip to visit a Viking ship replica (ok, that might have been more for me because: VIKINGS! MEDIEVAL HISTORY! ADVENTURE! LITERATURE! BEOWULF!).
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| DrakenHH |
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| looks just like the ship on our version of Beowulf |
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| this ship was gorgeous |
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| Erin and I picked up balloons at the party store, and to our delight: viking hats! |
And a celebration of a big day, in a smaller way, because of travels earlier this month to meet our grandson, and a surgery scheduled next week.
She asked for lemon cake. So while she was in chemistry class, I came home and whipped up a lemon cheesecake in the Instant Pot. YAAAS!
***
Gluten-free Lemon Cheesecake in the Instant Pot
At room temp: 16 ounces cream cheese, 1/4 sour cream, two eggs
3/4 cup sugar
1 tsp vanilla extract
1 tablespoon lemon juice
1 tablespoon grated lemon zest
For the crust:
1 pkg of gluten free Vanilla Wafers (pulse to crumbs, add melted butter to combine)
1/2 stick butter, melted
We used a small springform pan fitted to our pressure cooker. Pressed cookie/butter mixture along the bottom and sides. Pan is wrapped outside in foil, and is cupped in a foil sling to raise and lowered into the pressure cooker.
Cream the cream cheese, sour cream and sugar. Add eggs one at a time, lemon juice, vanilla and zest, being sure to scrape down the sides. Get it good and mixed. Pour into the waiting crust.
Add 2 cups of water to the pressure cooker, lower down the springform pan onto a waiting trivet, leaving the sling to remove it later. Cook on high pressure for 25 minutes. Let rest 15 minutes at its own heat escape. And then manually vent the remainder to take the lid off safely. Let cool at room temp a bit and then stick it in the fridge till it's candle and song time.
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| Love you, Lanie. |
What I love most about a pressure cooker cheesecake, besides how fast it comes together, is how small the pans are--giving our fam of four two days' of dessert and not a bit more.
***
Be true to you. Be who God made you to be. Steward your time, talent and treasure well. Love the people in your life sincerely, and pray for your enemies--bless them, even. It says more of your character and who you are and who you serve ... their behavior speaks of the motives and master of their own hearts (and that is true of friend or foe). Don't ever regret doing the right thing. And when you are at fault, own it humbly.
When we first started homeschooling in kindergarten, we had homeschool rules. And I realized later, when Erin started kindergarten, I left out one important rule: always remember how much you are loved. When you know that, it helps lift the burden of difficult tasks, and cushions the disappointment of failures.
Monday, October 15, 2018
And still counting ... (12,655-12,681)
a great foggy morning for photos
she chose me for the job
time, enough, with a friend
puppy love
homemade chicken soup
persian cukes and hummus
days of peace
Your presence, Lord, on all the days, especially the stormy ones
that You are there on midnight dog walks and midnight thoughts
Marshall's Mom, who makes time for me
weight loss
that he noticed I'm in a new (read: haven't worn in years) pair of jeans
a birthday shopping run with Erin for Lanie
the DNA kit
heart talks with Lanie
clean laundry
homeschooling
sunrises through the woods
the migration of birds
Ruth, always at my feet
a neighbor's encouragement in the rain, "You're dedicated!"
her heart pajamas and her company for an after dinner walk
a strongest hug from the Viking woman at the ship
sunny skies
30 pounds down
a visit with the surgeon
the beautiful detail of the ship
an outing with family
celebrating Lanie and all her 16 years
df chocolate whoopie pies at a gluten-free bakery
cuddleduds
a sweet sixteen year old!
she chose me for the job
time, enough, with a friend
puppy love
homemade chicken soup
persian cukes and hummus
days of peace
Your presence, Lord, on all the days, especially the stormy ones
that You are there on midnight dog walks and midnight thoughts
Marshall's Mom, who makes time for me
weight loss
that he noticed I'm in a new (read: haven't worn in years) pair of jeans
a birthday shopping run with Erin for Lanie
the DNA kit
heart talks with Lanie
clean laundry
homeschooling
sunrises through the woods
the migration of birds
Ruth, always at my feet
a neighbor's encouragement in the rain, "You're dedicated!"
her heart pajamas and her company for an after dinner walk
a strongest hug from the Viking woman at the ship
sunny skies
30 pounds down
a visit with the surgeon
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| I had been wanting to see this ever since I heard of it! |
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| Best hugs! |
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| The detail onboard was beautiful! |
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| I'm not sure if this was Huginn (Thought) or Muninn (Memory), Odin's ravens. |
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| Viking spirit! |
the beautiful detail of the ship
an outing with family
celebrating Lanie and all her 16 years
df chocolate whoopie pies at a gluten-free bakery
cuddleduds
a sweet sixteen year old!
Monday, October 8, 2018
And still counting (12,625-12,654)
clean windows (happy sigh!)
tidies spaces
home, tended
October refocus
Ruth at my feet
plans with Kellie
plans with Becky
Jackie
two good dogs
safe travels there and back
66 Books
rock walls
high ropes
tube slides
cappuccino with caramel drizzle
the elliptical machine at the hotel
free coffee refills
Trader Joe's in Boston
sugar skull planters
mini gf cupcakes
organic pears
a visit to their home-sweet-home
gorgeous knitting by a nana
the ease of an afternoon
a little bundle to hold
a night out to dinner with family
and hopes to see each other in a few weeks
the beauty of MA and CT and NY and NJ too
texts with friends
a walk on the trails
tidies spaces
home, tended
October refocus
Ruth at my feet
plans with Kellie
plans with Becky
Jackie
two good dogs
safe travels there and back
66 Books
rock walls
high ropes
tube slides
cappuccino with caramel drizzle
the elliptical machine at the hotel
free coffee refills
Trader Joe's in Boston
sugar skull planters
mini gf cupcakes
organic pears
a visit to their home-sweet-home
gorgeous knitting by a nana
the ease of an afternoon
a little bundle to hold
a night out to dinner with family
and hopes to see each other in a few weeks
the beauty of MA and CT and NY and NJ too
texts with friends
a walk on the trails
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| Seriously, my soul feels so full here |
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| Our people, and all the love! |
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| Gorgeous weather |
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| cappuccino with favorite people |
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| Stuffed! And Caden's eyes are open. Love, love, love! |
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| Love them. |
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| Three generations. |
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| This is us. So thankful for family. |
Sunday, October 7, 2018
The high ropes and rock walls and letting go
We recently stayed at a Great Wolf Lodge. Last time we went, we only did the water park, but this time we included some of their other activities. The girls and I got passes for the high ropes and rock walls.
In typical INFP/Courtney fashion, I enthusiastically rounded my kids up and got us harnessed for the high ropes. Enthusiastically. They may have been apprehensive, but I cheered us all on. Until I got to the top of the stairs on the first platform and realized completely and in full force something I had momentarily forgotten: I am afraid of heights. Like, terrified. I can't even climb ladders well. I can't even look at pictures of heights. I can't even imagine scenarios of heights. I immediately break out in sweats. No joke.
A mom and her family were finishing up and she gave me some good tips. And because Lanie had gone out first, and Erin was waiting behind me, I stepped out. The ropes often quivered while I shook, and Jesus heard plenty of petitions from me. Shane heard me from below wondering out loud whatever possessed me to get the unlimited pass on that course ...
In the end, I finished it. I got down from the course and got unharnessed, and there was my favorite guy, fully aware of my fear of heights in all its intensity, congratulating me sincerely for facing a fear and pushing through it. He was so proud of me.
I passed on the rock walls. The kids raced each other up a double-sided wall. A little girl that reminded me of a younger Viviana tried a different wall. When she got to the top, she froze. The attendant told her to push off and let go of the holds, that the rope would hold her and she was safe.
"Let go! It's ok! You'll be safe! You won't fall," he told her. Her dad also tried to encourage her. She ended up working her way backwards for half, before letting go. I nearly cried as I considered the spiritual side of letting go, and trusting God, of being held and safe.
Later in the afternoon, we went back to the course and that time I harnessed up for the rock wall. There were three walls, and I took them with full energy and intention, but I have to admit, letting go of the holds at the top was really intimidating. The safety rope felt slack, and on two rounds, I had to really prepare myself to let go. By the third wall, when Lanie and I raced each other to the top, it was easy to let go--looking through the plexiglass at my daughter's face as we both decided to forfeit the finish at the same time (we had worked ourselves into a tough spot, both of us, and couldn't get higher, no matter what we tried). We both pushed off together and floated down.
"You never would have done this a year ago," Shane said to me. "You're a different person."
But the thing is, I would have wanted to do it a year ago. But nearly thirty extra pounds, out of shape, and whatever other hangups I had would have prevented me. This year, I'm lighter, I'm stronger, and I am pushing past hard things in my life. I was going to make memories with my kids. I wasn't going to watch the memories being made.
Living life in purpose, on purpose.
(And I did the ropes course a second time.)
On, on.
In typical INFP/Courtney fashion, I enthusiastically rounded my kids up and got us harnessed for the high ropes. Enthusiastically. They may have been apprehensive, but I cheered us all on. Until I got to the top of the stairs on the first platform and realized completely and in full force something I had momentarily forgotten: I am afraid of heights. Like, terrified. I can't even climb ladders well. I can't even look at pictures of heights. I can't even imagine scenarios of heights. I immediately break out in sweats. No joke.
A mom and her family were finishing up and she gave me some good tips. And because Lanie had gone out first, and Erin was waiting behind me, I stepped out. The ropes often quivered while I shook, and Jesus heard plenty of petitions from me. Shane heard me from below wondering out loud whatever possessed me to get the unlimited pass on that course ...
In the end, I finished it. I got down from the course and got unharnessed, and there was my favorite guy, fully aware of my fear of heights in all its intensity, congratulating me sincerely for facing a fear and pushing through it. He was so proud of me.
I passed on the rock walls. The kids raced each other up a double-sided wall. A little girl that reminded me of a younger Viviana tried a different wall. When she got to the top, she froze. The attendant told her to push off and let go of the holds, that the rope would hold her and she was safe.
"Let go! It's ok! You'll be safe! You won't fall," he told her. Her dad also tried to encourage her. She ended up working her way backwards for half, before letting go. I nearly cried as I considered the spiritual side of letting go, and trusting God, of being held and safe.
Later in the afternoon, we went back to the course and that time I harnessed up for the rock wall. There were three walls, and I took them with full energy and intention, but I have to admit, letting go of the holds at the top was really intimidating. The safety rope felt slack, and on two rounds, I had to really prepare myself to let go. By the third wall, when Lanie and I raced each other to the top, it was easy to let go--looking through the plexiglass at my daughter's face as we both decided to forfeit the finish at the same time (we had worked ourselves into a tough spot, both of us, and couldn't get higher, no matter what we tried). We both pushed off together and floated down.
"You never would have done this a year ago," Shane said to me. "You're a different person."
But the thing is, I would have wanted to do it a year ago. But nearly thirty extra pounds, out of shape, and whatever other hangups I had would have prevented me. This year, I'm lighter, I'm stronger, and I am pushing past hard things in my life. I was going to make memories with my kids. I wasn't going to watch the memories being made.
Living life in purpose, on purpose.
(And I did the ropes course a second time.)
On, on.
Monday, October 1, 2018
And still counting (12,601-12,624)
mocha mint coffee creamer
a break of blue in the clouds
sound sleep
Ruth
lunch with Anita
an autumn themed menu
pomegranate arils in my salad
three hours chatting
a window seat and sunshine
the feeling of moving on
the stripey shirt
cricket song
kids biking on the front lawn
pink hued sunsets
a long-sleeve shirt
a coat in medium
good books
for her house, and memories of her, two doors down
coffee with cinnamon
sun run on a Saturday morning
cupcakes from Trader Joe's
a beautiful day home working in the yard
texts and messages from people who love me
this wonderful life
a break of blue in the clouds
sound sleep
Ruth
lunch with Anita
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| I love everything about her. |
an autumn themed menu
pomegranate arils in my salad
three hours chatting
a window seat and sunshine
the feeling of moving on
the stripey shirt
cricket song
kids biking on the front lawn
pink hued sunsets
a long-sleeve shirt
a coat in medium
good books
for her house, and memories of her, two doors down
coffee with cinnamon
sun run on a Saturday morning
cupcakes from Trader Joe's
a beautiful day home working in the yard
texts and messages from people who love me
this wonderful life
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| Birthday song |
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| It's a wonderful life. |
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