Infrastructure

Back in the mid to late 90s, I went through a period where I was obsessed with the SIMS games. I was enamored of being able to build and create and then sit back and watch my creation live. Basically, it was like introducing Dr. Frankenstein to my childhood legos.

My first few attempts at computer-based world domination weren’t too successful. You see, I would get too excited about building the cool stuff – the big houses, the parks, the casinos and I would neglect to pay the same sort of attention to the boring infrastructure – the roads, utilities, the water treatment plants. The cities would look amazing and would run beautifully for a time.

But then the lack of underlying support would inevitably catch up and everything would start to fall apart.

So I would jump into action, scrambling to build roads to ease the traffic and make enough water and power available to my citizens. Yet, no matter how quickly I worked, those panicked attempts always failed. It was like trying to frame a house after the roof had already been put on.

So I changed my approach. At the start of a new game, I began to focus first on the underlying needs. I built roads that seemingly went nowhere. I carefully planned the conduits for water and power. I prioritized hospital and fire station locations.

Those cities had a slower start-up than my earlier attempts; in fact, they were somewhat boring at the beginning. But soon, as I started to layer the more elaborate elements atop the carefully laid scaffolding, they would bloom into amazing worlds. And, unlike the first attempts, these worlds would last.

 

As I watch relationships form, collapse and build around me, I often think back to those SIMS days. You can start a relationship without the infrastructure of emotional stability and well-being in place, but like my early cities, collapse is inevitable. Take the time to build yourself before you layer on a relationship. It may not be as exciting, but the after-effects are worth it.

11 Tips For Love

When we are young and our hearts are relatively intact, love seems to be an easy endeavor. Potential partners are everywhere and the possibilities seem endless. As we get older (or, as I prefer to think of it, wiser), love no longer seems so simple. We are more aware of the pitfalls and are more critical of potential partners. Our hearts are laced with cracks and we fear any other breakages. We become more accustomed to our ways and less likely to want to change them.

Finding love again is possible but it takes a different approach than before. Read the rest here.

Scared of Love? You’re Not Alone

I hear so many people proclaim that they never want to remarry. Or even to fall in love again. They’ve been bitten and now they’re shy.

Or, more accurately, scared of being hurt again.

I get it. It’s certainly safer to build those walls and live within.

Safer. But also limiting.

A life in a cage.

And I believe we’re meant to fly.

Even though we may fall sometimes.

This article on reasons why people are afraid of love came across my feed today. Read it. I related; I bet you will too.

And then let your fears be the beginning rather than the end.

Bone to Chew On

There are days when Tiger needs a bone to chew on. Maybe he’s stressed because of some change in his environment. Maybe he needs to bleed excess energy because the weather hasn’t been conducive to walks or runs. Or, maybe he’s just bored and looking for something to do.

Regardless, he’ll get this certain look in his eye. There’s an intensity to it. A drive. A need. It’s like he’s saying, “Give me the chewy and no one gets hurt. If you chose not to supply the bone…”

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We’re really no different than Tiger.

We all require bones to chew on. Not real ones (I hope), but cerebral ones. Something that we can use to focus our mental energies upon. A passion or a problem that needs to be chewed on and whittled down. Something to turn to when we’re stressed or have excess energy to bleed or simply bored.

It’s best to have a whole box of bones available in case some run out or don’t taste right in the moment.

Because the thing about mental bones, is that if you don’t choose one, one may be chosen for you. And it may not be the one you want.

I have never felt this so acutely than I did in the months after my ex left. Before that point, gardening had been one of my favorite bones. It was relaxing and the mental selection and placement of plants could focus and calm my mind. But that bone was taken away when I had to leave my house and my garden. And because I didn’t have another at the ready, that passion was replaced with my ex and the details of the divorce.

I would worry away the details, chew on the possibilities and fixate on the loss.

It kept me focused and bled the excess energy, but it was not the bone I needed.

My first new bone after the divorce came as a bit of a surprise. I signed up for Match.com as a way to practice dating before commencing my planned move to Seattle. It turns out that online dating works pretty well for something to focus on. I went on countless dates and engaged in many more electronic flirtations. It wasn’t sustainable or healthy for the long run, but it allowed me to bury the bone of the divorce.

My next bone was more deliberate and wholesome. I started writing. This not only gave my mind a positive area on which to focus, it also served as a healing process of its own. As my life began to expand and settle once again, I continued to gather bones: blogging, racing and recently, gardening again.

How is your supply of cerebral chewies? Do you have a supply of positive ones or you gnawing on one that is harmful to your health? If you need one, ask Tiger. Maybe he’ll share:)

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A Kiss at Halftime: Love, Trust and the Super Bowl

Four years ago, I turned my cheek when my date at a Super Bowl party tried to kiss me.

That date is now my husband.

If you had told me then that I would be in a home with that same man hosting our own Super Bowl party, I would have scoffed. After all, that wasn’t in my plans.

Luckily he gave me another shot. Even though he still teases me about that night:)

You never really know what the future will hold. Be curious.

 

Last year’s Super Bowl was an exercise in trust for me, as my then-fiance and his cousin traveled to New Orleans for the game (and Mardi Gras).

That was a pivotal weekend for me in learning to trust myself and in layering positive memories over old.

You never really know what you’re capable of. Believe in yourself.

 

And tonight, when he kisses me, I won’t turn away. I’m no longer afraid of love.