I’ve Been Slacking

Some time ago, I committed to two small daily acts of self care – a ten-minute meditation session and a minimum of three entries in a gratitude journal app.

And I’ve been slacking.

According to my gratitude app, I haven’t added anything since April (Ugh. That’s embarrassing to admit. I didn’t realize that it had been that long.) and my mediation practice has been sporadic at best.

I could offer up excuses. I’m good at it. In fact, I’ve been feeding myself the lie that I’ve been too busy, that the demands of life haven’t allowed room for breath or for gratitude.

But that’s B.S., plain and simple.

The reality is that I’ve gotten lazy about it. Allowed the habits to fade like fabric in the sun. I am realizing that I’m more faithful to these acts of self-care when things are difficult. When we lost Tiger suddenly last November, I grasped onto that daily expression of gratitude in order to keep going, many times entering submissions throughout the day instead of simply when my alert went off. And then as my grieving progressed and I shifted my energy to the new puppy, my practice fell by the wayside.

So today, I’m recommitting to these two practices. I just finished a 9-minute meditation on simplifying life and I’ve added the following to my gratitude journal:

  • the opportunity for the relationship with my dad that I now have
  • time with my heart niece today taking her zip-lining
  • seeing Kazh teach another dog how to be calm and happy (SO proud of him!)
  • that the $644 quote I received for a 30,000 mile tune-up was an anomaly
  • I’ve had adventures before I have to go to work next week so that I won’t be envious of other’s travels
  • opportunities to begin again and learning not to be so hard on myself

 

The Best Part About Travel

The best part about travel is the reminder to appreciate everything and everyone that makes up “home.”

After ten days away, the familiarity of my car made even afternoon traffic in Atlanta an enjoyable experience. My shower felt especially lovely and my bed even better still. The morning chores of grocery shopping and laundry were almost comforting in their customary rhythm, dance moves longs since committed to memory. And after surreptitiously snuggling with every dog I encountered on my travels, it was amazing to see my own pup again.

My husband (who did not accompany on this trip) sent me a text a few days ago,

“These trips are good for us.”

And the ache we both had from missing each other and the electricity in the air upon our reacquaintance proves him right. They say you don’t know what you have until it’s gone and time apart helps you realize what you have before it’s gone forever.

 

Even with missing home, the trip was amazing. It was the second (of hopefully many) road trips with a childhood friend. Last year, we covered many miles through the NE United States and Canada.

This year, we opted for more time in nature and less time in the car. After meeting in Seattle, we ferried over to the Olympic Peninsula, where we spent two days exploring and adventuring. One of the highlights here was our Airbnb, which was a working farm complete with a llama “drive thru” window in our bedroom!

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Hurricane Ridge – It’s strange for this Georgia girl to see snow in June!

 

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Hurricane Ridge – It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s a marmot!

 

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Lake Crescent – The views here were spectacular. Which is good, because the traffic was pretty spectacular too:)

 

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Cape Flattery – Is this place even real? I kept expecting dragons to emerge from the caves.

 

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Hoh Rainforest – We actually had a sunny day in the rainforest. A very rare occurrence!

 

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The llamas weren’t coming to the window, so we went to them!

After a leisurely journey down the Oregon coast (with the requisite cheese stop at Tillamook), we paused again in Portland. A neighborhood scavenger hunt allowed us to savor the weirdness and sense of fun that permeates that city (even in the cold rain that decided to appear).

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Cape Disappointment

 

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Ecola State Park

 

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Portland – We added “adventure!”

 

From there, we headed back north closer to the mountains. One of my favorite experiences was hiking Ape Caves, the longest lava tube in the United States. The vastness of the caverns was impressive and the restricted views from headlamps made it exciting. The sun again returned, which allowed us some amazing views of St. Helens and Rainier. I could certainly get used to those views.

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St. Helens

 

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Rainier – Even the locals said that don’t become immune to this view!

 

On the divorce front, I had one “win” on this trip and one eye-opener.

Nine years ago, I received the text that ended my marriage while I was with my dad in Seattle. With my other trips there after the tsunami, I found that I would have flashbacks triggered by certain locations and a residual dread about being abandoned again while traveling would appear. This time there was no hint of either. (Yippee!!!)

On my way back to Atlanta, I was routed through the Kansas City airport. The only other time I’ve been there was on my journey to reclaim the car from the impound lot while my then-husband was in jail. When I stepped off the plane in Kansas City yesterday, I was immediately struck with an intense nausea and body tremors. Emotionally, I was fine. But the body sure remembered that space and the way it felt the last time it was there. Luckily, the layover was short and the feeling left as soon as the plane did.

 

The best part of travel is…

the adventure

the memories

the highs and the lows

the stories

the laughter

the company

and the reminder that home is ultimately where it’s at:)

“I Want You” vs. “I Need You”

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There’s nothing sexy about being needed.

I feel it after a long day at work after hundreds of children have made their demands, becoming more task-monitor and cognition-manager than woman. Mothers describe feeling like little more than a milk-generating machine during those months when breastfeeding may be a constant. Bread-winners may start to feel more like a money-making automaton than a living, breathing creature. Caretakers often begin to resent their charge, love clouded by a fog of endless need.

Those on the other side often chafe at their sense of dependency. They need, but they don’t want to need. They desire independence, yet may be unable (or unwilling) to strive for it.

There’s nothing sexy about being needed.

Yet, so often, “need” is exactly the energy that begins to permeate our relationships after the initial, heady rush of burgeoning love. As “I want you” is slowly replaced by “I need you.”

You hear this from people who bemoan that their spouse is essentially another child who is absolutely clueless at handling the day-to-day on their own. They begin to see their partner as dependent and incapable, neither of which are particularly attractive traits. Others may become overly needed on an emotional level. Often called emotional labor, this feeling of always being “on” and taking care of the family’s relationship, communication and emotional needs is as tiring as physical labor (if not more so). Those that are fearful of being alone may overly cling to their partner. And feeling suffocated by somebody’s anxieties is a sure way to dull any attraction.

And in all of these cases, the needed one speaks to seeing their spouse as more like a friend or a roommate than a romantic partner. The more needy partner can begin to take offense at their position and may begin to act out. Furthermore, the unhealthy dynamic can lead to an increase in irritations and frustrations on both sides.

Here’s the unbridled truth – if you are both adults, neither one of you truly needs the other (no matter what it feels like).

In fact, I think this is possibly the most important lesson I learned from the end of my first marriage. I sure believed that I needed my first husband. After all, I had never navigated adulthood without him. He would handle making retail returns and spending hours debating with the gas company on the phone, both tasks with which I struggled. He knew just how to soothe me after a stressful day and he would laugh at all of our inside jokes. He (sometimes) brought in needed income and used his impressive carpentry and handy-man skills to upgrade and maintain our home on the cheap. He was always willing to talk (even in the middle of the night) and so I rarely felt alone or ignored.

I thought I needed him.

But it turned out I was wrong. Somehow, with a few changes and some missteps along the way, I was able to survive (actually thrive) without the person I thought I couldn’t live without.

Thank goodness:)

 

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Being needed can feel good. It gives you purpose. Shores up your confidence and helps to mitigate any fears about being alone (after all, if someone needs you, they’re unlikely to leave you). Yet, taken too far or applied too liberally and being needed can begin to feel like an inescapable prison.

 

On the other hand, we all like to feel to wanted.

It’s a compliment, an acceptance. It makes us feel both desirable and powerful. It speaks to being chosen. Appreciated and valued.

 

“I want you” vs. “I need you”

 

I need you says that you are responsible for my happiness.

I want you declares that I’m happier when you’re around.

 

I need you implies that neither one of you are free agents and that you’re trapped.

I want you suggests that there are other options and you are the chosen one.

 

I need you sets the stage for an imbalance of power as one gives and the other takes.

I want you acknowledges the power within both of you and allows for an equal exchange.

 

I need you speaks to what you can do for the other person; it focuses on the tasks you perform.

I want you expresses a desire for the person; it focuses on who you are.

 

There’s nothing sexy about being needed and there’s nothing sexier than hearing someone you care about say,

“I want you.”