It was a difficult day. Sadly, today marks the year anniversary of Debbie’s passing. I’ve written before about how grief alters how we experience time. Truly, time is on a weird continuum when you’re dealing with grief and loss. It feels like both a day ago and a decade ago since Debbie left us. I remember waking up the morning after she had passed and thinking how cruel it was that the world kept going as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile, for all of us that loved Debbie and held her dear, our world was completely devastated. I sat in my car lamenting this fact when a beautiful cardinal flew next to my car window, stayed there for a bit and then quickly flew off. It was an amazing moment.
Grief is an interesting animal itself. Its sneaks up on you and catches you unexpectedly. Today brought back a flood of memories both good and bad. I was at work when I first heard she was going into hospice. My amazing friends and co-workers comforted and supported me. Moreover, I was reminded of how much we all miss her. Needless to say, it wasn’t an easy day.
As I ruminated over my day (typical Monday) and our dear friend Debbie, I quickly realized how lucky I am to be aggravated by inane emails or missed meetings. At the end of the day, life is a gift that some times includes more than your average dose of aggravation. The truth is without life’s lows or aggravations we wouldn’t fully appreciate life’s highs and truly happy moments. So today, in the face of aggravation and insipidness, I chose to live like Debbie. In fact, I even got in a nice run tonight. She’d definitely be quite proud of me for continuing to run and not giving it up after the ankle injury. Life may give us lemons, but that’s nothing some ice cubes, Grey Goose and sugar can’t solve. #carpediem
Debbie was diagnosed in 2015 with Stage IV pancreatic cancer after ending up in an ER with severe back pain. The 5 year survival rate for this diagnosis is 1%, which is unacceptable. Even in the midst of her battle against this disease, Debbie stood as a beacon of hope. In fact, she served as the key note speaker at the 2016 Purple Stride Event in Boca Raton. In her honor, please consider donating to the Pancreatic Cancer Action Network. No family should have to endure the pain of losing their loved one to this insidious disease. You can donate here: Pancreatic Action Network
Is there anything more cathartic than dancin’ in the rain? I tend to think not. In all actuality, now that I live in a place where the rain is warm, I don’t even mind dancing in the real rain. There’s no mystery to why I teach Zumba several week nights. First, it helps cover the boys expensive hockey habit. Secondly, and most importantly, it is my sanity keeper. Even when I’ve had the worst day at work, I leave my Zumba class refreshed, happy and ready to take on the world.
Dance has magical properties that lifts burdens from our shoulders. I see it in my Zumba students and myself. At the start of class, we all look a little more serious and stressed than we do at the end. To be clear it isn’t only dance that achieves this, however, dancing in my mind is a lot more fun running. Whatever gets you moving and gets your endorphins pumping will put you in a good space.
So if you’re having a rough day and thinking about skipping your workout, don’t do it. Get up and give yourself the gift of dance, running, weights, barre, hockey or whatever your workout of choice may be. I know its super tempting to sit and binge watch Stranger Things 2, but put it off for at least a 1/2 and get moving.
“Dancin’ in the rain
Dee-ah dee-ah dee-ah
Dee-ah dee-ah dee-ah
I’m happy again!
I’m singin’ and dancin’ in the rain”
Tonight we should be celebrating hubby and his 35th birthday. Alas, he’s finally oldest enough to be President! Unfortunately, we both spent our days toiling away at work. I don’t know whose boss is worse his or mine….. The problem of course is that after a day of work we had hockey practice. Consequently, we’re exhausted.
While he’s at hockey practice, the Mayor and I are making a nice hearty dish of Vodka sauce pasta for him to enjoy. Jake had previously picked up a Menchi’s cake for us to share after dinner. Afterwards we’ll give him his well deserved present and cards.
One of the things I love most about my hubby is that he’s a good man. He’s undeniably honorable, smart, honest, patient, loving, an amazing father, coach, craftsmen, etc. Honestly, I could go on for days. He’s truly a fantastic husband, partner and father. I couldn’t ask for more. Happy Birthday Hubby!
A birthday rhyme:
What does it mean to take pride in what you do? Perhaps renowned basketball coach Red Auerbach said it best, “Take pride in what you do. The kind of pride I’m talking about is not the arrogant puffed-up kind; it’s just the whole idea of caring – fiercely caring.”
My kids, as you know, are home for the first summer since 2008. Each week day, I give the kids of list of chores to complete. Each day the boys are in a mad rush right before or right as the Hubby and I are getting home from work. Of course, the result is substandard work on most chores, which drives me crazy.
In order, to get the chores done correctly and on time, I turn off the wi-fi device by device. Its akin to being put in the corner without a toy. An electronic device without steady data or wi-fi is useless to most kids. The goal in all of this is to teach them responsibility, how to do certain chores (i.e. laundry) so they’re well prepared for life and lighten our load.
The real lesson here is whatever you do; do it well. Don’t settle for mediocrity and take pride in your work. Whether it is a household chore, school, a sporting event or your career; do your best.