Choose Happy

When I worked, I dropped the kids off at the school’s before care. I noticed by the sign in sheet is a small metal bucket filled with mints. A note on the front reads “CHOOSE HAPPY.”

Every time I’d pop a mint after signing in the kids and head to my car, a smile on my face.

It really is a choice, isn’t it?

Every day I wake up I have a choice.

  • I can be pissy that I hurt and that it takes a good 20 minutes for all my joints to warm up.
  • I can be glad that I woke up to another day.

Either way, I still have the pain and stiffness. The only thing I can change is my attitude and my outlook. I’ve done the “pissy” bit. Not fun. It’s also exhausting, and I really couldn’t stand myself that way.

From now on I’m choosing happy. Continue reading “Choose Happy”

On Work, School, and Generally Being a BAMF

Last week I finally made a tough decision: I gave notice at work.

Lately my pain and exhaustion have both gotten out of hand. Despite changing jobs yet again, all my diagnoses caught up with me. While I could give it my all at work at the vet clinic (cats are a hell of a lot easier on a broken bodied vet tech) for a little over half of a shift, but then I had nothing left for my family. Continue reading “On Work, School, and Generally Being a BAMF”

Finding and Cultivating Joy

For years I had a skewed idea of the path I should follow in life. I thought I had to accomplish big things and make monumental changes to the world around me in order for my life to matter.

This was a recipe for massive discontent and frustration. As my health situation changed and my ability to make the kind of contributions I wanted waned, I grew increasingly anxious and depressed. When my self worth is tied into my perceived output and career goals, I feel like a failure when I “underachieve.”

Why so much pressure? Continue reading “Finding and Cultivating Joy”

Up With the Good: Five Lessons From a Medical Leave’

I blame a wish: I sighed to myself how nice it would be to take a week off and sit on the couch watching tv. Then I had a little fall in the house three weeks ago and hurt my right foot. I thought maybe RICE ( Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation) would take care of the issue, but as the day progressed, that seemed less and less likely. Finally, I drove myself to urgent care (since of course it was on a Sunday.)

After x-rays, the doctor came back into the exam room with a diagnosis and a fresh Ace bandage. “We think it’s just sprained, but you may want to have it rechecked in five days.” I limped out, filled my prescription for pain meds at the pharmacy next door, and drove home. It looked like I’d take a few days off work after all, but this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. Enter Netflix, no chill.  Continue reading “Up With the Good: Five Lessons From a Medical Leave’”