When I was a kid, I had a retainer. Which, I threw away. More than once. It was traumatic. Aside from the fact that I had to go through trash (gross cafeteria trash) I also got yelled at by parents who were ready to pull their hair out trying to make me understand the value of the process that I hated.
This has left scars that you can't see.
Many times a day, I stand at the trash and feel a sense of loss that I can't quite explain.
We all slump. Procrastinate. Struggle to stay awake. It's not an issue when it's bedtime but in the middle of your workday, it's horrible. After doing it for a few days in a row it can be demoralizing.
Have you ever wondered if it's more than just you could stand to get some more quality sleep?
Previously I covered how to use your car as your mobile office and click here if you missed that – but now I want to share with you about working while traveling. It’s more than just being in your car all the time.
Come watch how I simply create a basic bullet journal. If you’re new to the idea, it’s a planner scheduler that you create around your needs and not a preprinted or digital system. Many of us prefer the act of writing things down and this is a way to collect your ideas, dates to remember, tasks and more.
Wishing you had more time? Know that with just a little more time you could finish all those projects? Need to have more room in your house to breathe? I’m guessing yes.
Destinations we know we can arrive at if we just had a little more time to get there. Continue reading
When I hear this my brain goes straight to chocolate chip cookies. Yes, that’s right, a batch of chocolate chip cookies. My brain has already created a fantasy of them hot and fresh but that’s not really what we’re going to cover right now.
This is not Suzanna – this is her super fantastic assistant. She would call me that even if I wasn’t the one writing this, so it’s not cheating. Promise.
I started that way because I want to tell you about something personal and it would be strange and awkward to not acknowledge my own story. I’m daydreaming how this would look if someone approached Suzanna in the grocery store about it, and I’m giggling, but I need to get to the point.
I’ve had well-meaning friends try to tell me this by joking it would be on my tombstone – “SHE DID IT HER WAY!”
It took unemployment, followed by a bone tumor to slow me down and teach me – to ask for help. Which frankly, is sad and very tragic. Feel sorry for me… I was stubbornly insisting I could do everything to the point where it was becoming a disease.
I didn’t expect to be unemployed. I figured since I’d done everything right, the next job would just fall in my lap like they always did. I’m a smart a girl. I’m fun to hang out with. Why couldn’t I even get an interview? I spiraled into blame.
It’s not pretty.
You might want to cover your eyes and just peek through as you read. This stuff is not something you want to look at directly. It’s just plain pathetic.
I blamed my age. I blamed this town. I blamed internet systems, HR department dragons, and all of society at large. As if that would change anything. Ironically, if I’d used gratitude instead of blame this would be a completely different story.
Then, in my sullen state, I was diagnosed with a bone tumor. Walking and chores had been hurting me, but I was pushing through because if I didn’t do them, who would? My sweet and lovely, perfectly capable family, that’s who.
My then fifteen-year-old daughter, thirteen-year-old son, and wonderful husband had been right there the whole time. Wanting, nay – aching, to help. When they heard the diagnosis they plopped me in my favorite chair and lovingly scolded me. I then spent a painful few months – not lifting a finger.
Asking for help can feel belittling. I felt like I was worthless. A lump.
I forgot that I was a lovely Mommy lump. That it didn’t matter that I couldn’t cook or clean up or anything. I was adored by my family because of who I am, not what I could do for them.
Listen to me – this is true about you, too. You are loved, not because of what you do for people but because of who you are. Your value isn’t work related. It’s just you.
Slowly it got easier. It had to happen. When I finally had surgery to remove the tumor I needed help with literally everything.
I needed help financially – and it was provided when I finally asked.
I needed help at home – and every time I asked, it was provided.
I needed – and I was helped – every single time.
Now, I’m unstoppable and I border on cheeky. Yesterday when a friend texted she was coming over, I asked for her to bring chocolate. She did.
Think about this. Where do you need help in your life? Have you really asked for help? Have you been afraid, like I was, that people would say no?
Give yourself permission to just ask. Ask for silly things, “Hey let’s go to Jeremiah’s I want some tummy yummy.” Ask for big things, “I need real help organizing all my family photos since Mom died.”
Some of the things I needed, I had to pay for, which is very reasonable. I needed physical therapy. That’s not free but I had to go into that room like a baby. Vulnerable and pliable. It’s not easy but I can walk without pain because I did it.
It’s not easy to let someone see your mess. I totally get it.
However, it’s totally worth getting help.
It took getting laid up for me to give myself permission to look at life another way. Be smarter – learn from my mistakes.
If this has touched your heart in any way – please share it with a friend on FB. If you see yourself – pick up the phone, schedule an appointment. Get help.
I’ve been making really good friends at local networking groups and local conferences. Going for drinks and learning about one another’s businesses! It’s been a wonderful way to connect to the leaders, the movers and shakers, of Orlando. If you’re not in the habit of networking, getting out, and meeting people, then let this be your motivator! The world is filled with simply amazing people.
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