Releasing Control: It’s okay to mix the colors!

April 4, 2012 - 2 Responses

Toys all over the floor?  Eek!  Play-doh colors mixed together?  Oh my!  A sink full of dishes left untouched all day?  Good heavens!  I’ll admit it.  I’ve been known to be a bit uptight and anal-retentive when it comes to cleanliness and order in my house.  I like clean.  I don’t like clutter.  I like walking through my living room and not tripping on toys or hearing the sounds of Kix crunching under my feet.  The sight of cat litter and little fur tumbleweeds on our hard word floors drives me bananas!

I am happy to say that I am making progress.  I am loosening up and releasing control…in leaps and bounds I might add.  As I sit here and type this, there is a huge pile of toys not put away about three feet away from me and my heart is not racing as I look at it.  It’s as if someone gave me a magic pill for my OCD and the anxiety of it all just rolls off my back now.  You might be thinking, “Uh…okay, what’s up with this girl?  My house is a total wreak because I have kids too!”  I commend you and I give credit to you.  For me though, that’s huge progress.  I have been known to go go go all day long and not sit down to relax because I wanted everything in it’s place before I can sit down and enjoy myself.  No more!

The reality is, kids are messy and if I spend all day trying to pick up after them then all I’m doing all day is trying to pick up after them…whatever!  Let them trash the place (in a moderately orderly fashion as I have been teaching them to kind of clean up as they go along…ha ha).  I’ve come to realize that time is valuable and I’d rather spend more time playing, snuggling, napping, and having fun then crawling around on my hands and knees looking for toys under my sofa.

The gold star for progress with my whole challenge of “releasing control” happened playing play-doh with my son and husband.  We. Mixed. Colors.  Yahoo!!  I have always had a thing about keeping the play-doh “NEW” so it was always soft and the colors were always vibrant.  Each time we played with them I only gave out one color at a time and didn’t mixed the tools from the different kits and …. Oh yeah…it was bad.  But this here momma got a big ‘ole plastic tub, scrapped the boxes, and put all the play-doh stuff in one bin for all to play with.  And now when we play with the “pagetti maker” (as my little boy calls it), we mix up the yellows and greens and purples and make rainbow play doh and just have a gay ole’ time.  Ahhhh… Namaste.  Play-doh is my meditation.  And now that I can mix my colors in doh, I feel like I can release stress and shake up so many other things in my life right now.

It’s the little things.

Own it!

April 2, 2012 - 3 Responses

I’m working through some stuff right now.  Metaphorical S-T-U-F-F.  The crap that has been lingering and you can’t quite figure out what stays and what goes.  Stuff that’s been around a while and comes with you every time you move on because you can’t quite seem to shake it.  You know, that stuff that has a meaning from the past or you picked up along the way and you like it and all and you think….”well, it might have a place in my future”…but it keeps getting put back in a box and shoved to the back of your closet.  Chances are that it might never really see the light of day again until you relocate or stumble across it while you’re looking for something.  “Oh yeah, there it is again.  Why am I holding onto this?”

Yes, it’s time to purge!  I’m talking physical and emotional.  I’m getting rid of the things that are taking up space to make way for something new and positive. You see, right now my “stuff” is emotional baggage.  Some stupid character flaws that I’m finally fed up with and want to purge but am struggling with how exactly to do that.  Habits are hard to break and if you think about character flaws, they are the ultimate habit.  They are things that you may have picked up through experiences or relationships that have shaped how you think, perceive, and behave today.  These habits are especially hard to break if you picked up a few of these gems when you were a child or a teenager, because they are pretty hard-core ingrained into who you are now.   An advisor once told me, “Don’t beat yourself up over changing these behaviors overnight because it took you almost a lifetime to form them.  It’s going to take a while to break them”.

I’m writing this because I’m reaching out to anyone who might feel the same way because this is tough stuff.  My eyes have been opened…wide.  I have a new perspective since going through my challenges in 2011.  I have taken the time to heal and now it’s time to find my purpose and fix some stuff that doesn’t reflect who I want to be moving forward.  I embodied some crazy positivity and karma during those difficult months and it made me appreciate life and how precious it truly is.  Cliché sounding yes, but it’s true.  I was taking things for granted and I was not living healthy.  I was stressing over the littlest things, not eating well, being anal retentive about routines and control in my house, and I wasn’t allowing myself any time to breath, rest, or just be.  When you’re running on overdrive and you hit a wall, it forces you to stop breathing, realize what is really important, and take notice of how life is going to change from here on out.  The power I felt to fight cancer and heal from my surgeries was like nothing I ever experienced.  I had a determination and fight in me that was powerful and peaceful all at the same time.  I felt that tenacity during childbirth but this was different on a whole other level.  This wasn’t just 36 hours of labor.  This was hours, days, weeks, and months of physical and emotional fighting, healing, motivation, and survival.

Now, I want to change.  I want to find that fight and power again because I want to change things in my life that are long overdue for an overhaul and have no place anymore.  I read an amazing book by Bethenny Frankel, “A Place of Yes”.  In her book she is no-nonsense and tells it like it is.  She talks of finding your truth, acting on it, and owning it.  If you do it, say it, think it—then own it.  A huge lesson I learned from her book was this, “Take responsibility for who you are, what you do, what you stand for.  It’s about being truthful, not just to other people but also to you.  It’s about seeing the reality of a situation, accepting it, and working with it.”

Here’s my candid honesty for one thing I really want to work on.  I straight up hate jealousy.  Envy, covet, whatever you want to call it.  I’m calling an abolishment on jealousy on all fronts in my life.  I hate feeling it and I hate hearing about it.  It can be a destructive and sneaky thing…Mr. Jealousy.  To want something someone else has, to wish you had the opportunities others have.  Oh yes, the grass always appears to be greener on the other side.  I am working on taking ownership of circumstances from choices in my past both big and small but man…this is hard to do!  There are days where it drags me down and there are days where Mr. Jealousy and I are chillin’ on the couch together thinking, “I wish I had that, did that, was doing that, or knew how to do that”.  Not constructive.  Feels awful.  But like Bethenny writes, I need to see the reality of my past, accept it, and work with it.   I’m trying to take that “jealousy noise” and hear it, acknowledge it, and turn it into motivation.

Sharing this truthfully is my way of owning it so I can change it.

Ghandi’s Ten Fundamentals for Changing the World

February 3, 2012 - Leave a Response

Ghandi's Ten Fundamentals for Changing the World

Came across this on Pinterest and wanted to share :)

The Sisterhood of Motherhood

January 27, 2012 - One Response

I realize more and more on a daily basis how amazing it is being a mother.  I’ve experienced two incredible pregnancies.  Both which taught renewed my need for patience, selflessness and good health.  I’ve experienced two very different childbirths but found new strength within myself in each one of them. Sam’s birth was a test of my pain threshold whereas Harrison’s was more about endurance and perseverance. I’ve heard it said once that the way a baby chooses to enter into the world says a lot about their personality and character.  Harrison was pretty comfortable inside the womb and was in no rush to get out.  He took his time and put up a bit of a fight but warmed up to the idea of it once he came ‘round.  This is very similar to his demeanor and temperament today. Sam on the other hand, was growing big and fast in my belly and wanted out.  My doctors were talking about inducing but this little guy came a week early on his own and came quick.  He is definitely a determined little boy and is truly motivated to get what he wants. 

 

Now that my boys are past the infant stage, I am now the mother of two toddlers.  (Sammy is nine months and Harrison is two years).  Harrison is a great age because he can communicate somewhat, is learning about independence and emotions, and quite frankly, is very entertaining to be around and hang out with.  But with every upside is a downside and right now…it’s tantrums.  Boo for tantrums but hey, they have to happen.  If everyone came out of the womb knowing how to control their emotions we would all be living in a perfect world.  Tantrums suck but are a necessary evil.  I was terrified of them as “the age” approached but as they started to happen, I realized what they were and started doing my homework on how to maneuver with and around them.  Like in any position of authority, you want to know what is the best way to manage the situation and learn how to find productive solutions.  I know that sounds “official” seeing as I am talking about a two-year old here, but that’s just where my head went when trying to handle this.  It was my way of seeking out an owner’s manual for my tantruming toddler.

 

Here’s where the sisterhood of motherhood comes in.  If you’re reading this now and you can relate to what I’m talking about, chances are you’re a mom.  I feel like there is just this unspoken solidarity among moms.  Whenever I see a pregnant mommy I want to hug her, but obviously I don’t because that would be awkward and weird if she is a total stranger.  When you’re at the store and you hear a screaming toddler and you just make eye contact with the mom and smile as if to say, “I feel ya.  Hang in there.”  Or if you’re at playgroup with dried up baby snot on your shoulder and dark circles under your eyes and it’s actually not embarrassing.  I’m experiencing this more and more and feeling less crazy about this life with two under two. (two kids under two years). I reach out to find help and maintain sanity in this chaotic life of mine, I am hearing more moms saying, “Oh yeah!  Are you kidding me?!  I’ve been there!”  And can I just tell you how freeing it is to hear that?  How reassuring to know that I’m not crazy and having my patience tested to its breaking point is pretty much a norm with moms…especially when you are immersed in the world of toodlerhood?!  Hallelujah! 

 

I have a huge respect for all you single moms out there and for all you moms of multiples.  You women truly are my personal heroes.  I am home full time with both of my boys seven days a week.  My husband works two jobs and I run a business from home and to say I’m exhausted is an understatement.  My plate has been full in the last few months to say the least but I do my best to persevere everyday.  But I have the luxury of getting a break for that short period of time when my husband is home or gets a day off.  For the single moms who truly do it single handedly, I applaud you.  You are strong and incredible and I hope your child(ren) appreciates what you have done for them when they are old enough to understand the sacrifices you have made for them.  And for the moms of multiples out there…you’re just awesome.  I get tired with one toddler and a nine month old.  I can’t imagine having two toddlers!  Oy vey!

 

So, in retrospect, moms are pretty amazing people and I love the support that we have for one another out there.  We help each other without being asked.  We offer support and encouragement.  But most importantly we can listen to a fellow mom cry out in frustration over behavior modification and sleep deprivation and simply say, “this too shall pass”, and just hearing that, we know everything is going to be okay. I am truly honored to be a “momma” myself.

Freshly Fallen Snow…

January 16, 2012 - Leave a Response

Reminds me of tossing new ideas up in the air and waiting for them to fall.  But to fall in a good way.  What ideas are going to stick and which ones will just blend in with the others.  I love metaphors.  That’s not a secret.  And right now I have a lot of ideas up in the air.  I’m working on revamping my business and driving in a new client base.  I’m also finding peace and looking for a calming element in my life.  It’s no secret now that the last two or three months of my life have been pretty emotionally and physically draining.  Finding a happy medium now between finding time to grow a business and finding time to sit down and relax is kind of an oxymoron.  But I have faith that things will find their place.  I have faith that any risks I take now are going to finally give the result I have been looking for all of these years. 

Winter is raw.  Winter is cold.  Winter brings it all back to the bare bones of nature.  Blooms rest.  Animals hibernate.  It’s a time to hunker down and keep warm.  I think the winter season is just what I need right now.  To follow the light of the day and turn in early.  Find warmth.  Feel love.  Enjoy peace.

New Beginnings

January 6, 2012 - One Response

 

A new year.  A new beginning.  A Fresh start.  Yes, you’ve heard all of those cliches a million times and it’s only January 6th.  It’s always nice to start a new year with a fresh new outlook.  I look forward to the crisp new calendar with blank white squares ready to be filled in with new experiences and opportunities to look forward to.  I’m looking forward to play dates with the kids, family adventures, new weddings, maybe a vacation with the family or a weekend getaway with my husband!  (our last vacation was our honeymoon six years ago…best getaway…ever…log cabin on a mountain in Nova Scotia…amazing).

New Year’s is also a time of celebration.  We pay tribute and homage to the year we close.  We reflect on our achievements and make resolutions for the next 365 days.  Honestly, 2011 was a pistol of a year for me personally.  I had a bit on my plate this year: I moved in March, gave birth to my second child in May, worked a full wedding season, was diagnosed with post pardom depression and..oh yeah…I had cancer.  What!?  Yeah.  Wasn’t expecting to have a baby AND cancer in the same year but hey…you can’t really plan these scenarios out now can you?

Thankfully, I am happy to say that I am cancer free now.  From diagnosis to cure (seven weeks to be exact) I had a very large tumor and half of my tongue removed and reconstructed and four weeks later I had twenty-nine lymph nodes on the right side of my neck removed (all negative for cancer by the way…yeah!).  I’m sharing this because, well quite frankly, it was something that I wasn’t expecting and had it not happened, I wouldn’t be the person I am at this moment.  In those seven weeks, I found a strength within myself that gave me peace and kept me grounded through what could have been an incredibly dark time in my life.  I took the opportunity to channel some pretty amazing energy and embraced the love and support of family and friends.  I reached out and asked for help, which is something I don’t do very often.  Okay, I’ll admit it.  I NEVER ask for help.

Embrace the moments of challenge because it really is true that “everything happens for a reason”.  I know I am guilty of having used that cliché a time or two in past writings but it’s a great mantra as simple as it is.  And dog-gone-it…I will stitch it on a pillow one of these days (wink!).  So I celebrate the New Year of 2012 peacefully.  I quietly rang in the midnight hour with my husband in a warm embrace while our boys slept quietly in their cribs.  I had a good cry as I said goodbye to the year that gave my body two incredible experiences both in childbirth and cancer.  Goodbye to a year that offered so many life challenges but never once killed my spirit.  2012 is going to be my finest year.  I am going to find the real me at 33 in 2012.

 

Warmest Wishes,

Robin Dini
Wife, Mother, Daughter, Sister, Friend, Photographer, Artist, Writer

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