Family Traditions – They’re Not Always Good

Our lives are made up of moments.  Some bring unfiltered happiness; some bring us to our knees, and some change our lives forever. It’s in all these moments that we change and grow with what we have learned, or we stay stuck in the muck and become bitter and unforgiving and cast blame on those who we believe have brought us this misery.

It’s not easy to look in a mirror and understand that you are the one in control. You are the one who gets to decide where you go, what you do, who you want to be and who it is you want in your circle.

I stopped drinking in September of last year. A decision I made on my own because I knew it was time, and I also knew I needed to be the one to end my family’s tradition of destruction that reaches back generations.

I wasn’t out of control, I wasn’t drinking every day, but – I knew I could become both of those things very easily. I knew because I had done it before.  

You stop at a bar, you have a drink, then another. Pretty soon the bartender knows your drink and has it waiting for you when you walk in. It’s easy, it’s familiar, it’s helps ease the pain of whatever is gnawing at your soul.

But, we all know, it doesn’t ease anything. 

In doing a little family genealogy, I noticed that more than a few died from cirrhosis of the liver.  My family drinks, some socially, some to excess, but they drink. It has ruined more than one life, and abuse seems to be part and parcel of the drinking.  These genes are passed from generation to generation. I’m predisposed to alcohol because it’s a “family” gene. It’s just a part of who I am. I’m not blaming them for my behavior, I’m just saying – it’s a part of me.

It was these things and so much more that made me say – enough. I won’t be them. I won’t follow that family tradition. I won’t allow it to control me. I will be the one to end this wretched part of my family’s history.

Do I miss the drinking and the bars?   I do not.

The moments I now have in my life are not clouded with anything.  They’re not always good, but they are the moments which define who I am now, and what I have chosen my life to be.  

Not all family traditions are good.  Not all the genes we inherited are meant to be lived as our ancestors lived them. 

Sometimes we take what we’ve been given, and we make our own way. I’d like to think my Great Grandma Phoebe is proud of me for not sitting on our collective barstool anymore. God rest her soul…

Until Next Time.

XOXO

Our Struggle for Freedom and Civility: A Boomer’s Perspective

Don’t know about you, but I’m so tired of politics and all the things that go with it I could vomit.

There is no such thing as news anymore. The days of Walter Cronkite taking off his glasses and crying while reporting the assassination of President Kennedy or being overjoyed at Neil Armstrong taking that first step on the moon are long gone. Now it is beeps on your phone or watch giving you whatever it is that’s happening with the spin you choose to hear or see it with. It’s not news, it’s someone giving you their opinion on what’s happening.

There is something for everyone in the land of “let me tell you what’s wrong, and who to blame for it.” We have all drawn lines in the sand. You’re either with us, or you’re against us. Common ground, along with common sense, has disappeared from the face of the earth.

There are flags and signs and banners and buttons for everything on homes, in yards, on cars, buses, hats and t-shirts.

I honestly don’t know what most of them mean.

Whatever happened to every life matters? How have we gotten to one life is more important than another?

And money – The rich get richer, the poor get poorer, and the middle class – well, there is no middle class. There are people living in their cars, under bridges, in cardboard boxes, and federal and local governments argue on how or if to help them. People are working 2 and 3 jobs to support their families, and keep food on the table. Owning a home, or even renting an apartment is just a pipe dream, and still – federal and local governments argue on how to help them. They argue from their well-paid jobs with their lifetime health care on how or if to help them. The system is so broken.

Perhaps the fact that I’m a Boomer (I was born in 1952) is another reason I’m so tired of the game. I don’t long for the “good old days” because honestly, some of them were not so good. However, I do long for the days when no matter who was President, we had some sort of respect for the Office of President. I’m not sure there is respect or civility, for any part of our government these days.

We are a Country born from Pilgrims, with whom I share some DNA, coming to these shores in 1620 on the pretense of freedom of religion. As others came to join them in this New World, hundreds of Native Americans were killed or sold into slavery, and their land stolen. A Country born from that – and a Constitution written totally by and for white men – well. it was inevitable, even with added amendments, that this is what we would become in 2024.

We like to wave our flags and speak of freedom, but until every citizen in this Country is free – there really is no freedom. You can wave your flag and fly your banners, but until the woman next door to you is free to make her own choice about birth control -there is no freedom. Until our Supreme Court is really about the law and not money or power – there will be no freedom for any of us. Until our Representatives and Senators truly and honestly do the work of the people who sent them to Washington – there will be no freedom for any of us. And – until said Representatives, Senators and Presidents stop trying to regulate love and beliefs and focus on equal rights and a decent life for every American regardless of race, gender, income and religion – there will be no freedom for any of us.

This election – if it’s the two front runners right now – will change nothing. These would be lame-duck Presidents unable to make any changes that will truly matter. They will serve four years – and they will be done. They, along with our rights and our freedoms for which we continue to fight, are basically done before they even begin.

I’m just so tired.

Until next time…

XOXO

The Aloha Spirit

Some vacations are really no vacations at all. We go with expectations and find ourselves disappointed when we realize that where we went is really nothing at all like we wanted it to be. We wonder why we ever thought we should travel there, and nothing, absolutely nothing, is right about anything. The flight sucked, the hotel was simply wrong, the food involved things one would never order, the weather was too hot or too cold. It was raining or snowing or just dreary. 

I am pretty convinced now this disappointment had nothing to do with the destination – it was all about what we wanted, what we expected, what we thought we deserved. 

Such self-absorbed people we can be. 

Me, Me, Me… 

Last week I had a magical, mystical vacation on the Hawaiian Island of Oahu. I went with no expectation other than spending a week with my boy. What I came home with was a new lease on life. A new attitude.  A new resolve. 

This is what I learned from my boy, the magical, mystical Island, and the people who live there; 

  • It is not all about me.  
  • It is about forgiveness – for yourself and for others. 
  • Things do not matter.  
  • People matter.  
  • Love matters.  
  • Kindness matters. 
  • Compassion matters. 
  • Words matter 
  • Wherever you are in your life – celebrate it. 
  • Watch sunsets wherever you are – as often as you can and bring a picnic with you. 
  • Do the things that bring you joy. 
  • Be with people who value you. 
  • Slow down – it will all get done. 
  • Embrace the moments, even the smallest things are a gift. 
  • Do not settle. Ever. 
  • It is not on us to change people. We can accept them for who they are and love them where they are – or we can bless them and let them go. It is not for us to try and change them. 

Aloha is not just a word used for tourists. The Aloha Spirit is a real thing. It embraces peace, compassion, affection, and friendship. The people who live their lives in this Paradise have much to teach those of us who live here on the mainland.  

It is not perfect – no place is – but it is different, and its beauty is not just in the mountains or the stunning waters that surround it. The beauty lies in the people of all cultures who have made this island their home. It is not just white people who think they have some sort of power because of their whiteness – it was all colors sitting on the beach celebrating the setting of the sun. 

This adventure renewed me in ways I did not know I needed to be renewed. My boy knew, and the Island of Oahu knew. 

For all their love… 

I am forever grateful 

Until next time 

XOXO 

Change…

Change.

I don’t like change.

I don’t like the not knowing part of change.

Yes, I know life is all about change, and that change is good, and everything is constantly changing

Still…

I don’t like change.

And yet – Ever since I stepped into this Hawaiian air – I could feel change.

I know I’m here to learn something.

To feel something.

To release something.

To take responsibility for something.

To hear something.

To accept something.

To receive something.

To trust something.

To believe something.

To welcome something.

To begin something.

To be something.

Until next time…

XOXO

It’s On Me…

Vacations are not always about having fun. Sometimes along with the fun, we find ourselves dealing with things we have purposely placed in the back of our mind and heart because the pain of dealing with any of it is too much to bear.

This is one of those vacations for me.

The shores of the Hawaiian Island of Oahu seemed to know I was coming, and was prepared to show me beauty, the likes of which I have never seen, but the price for all of that splendor, was me breaking down in tears.  It was in those moments of vulnerability, I knew I was here, on this Island, to have my come to Jesus moments with things I have been carrying with me for 3.5 years.

It was terrifying and exciting at the same time.  

I won’t share the depths of my baggage, because it’s mine – but I will speak of the importance of dealing with grief and heartbreak and betrayal and not allowing it to weigh you down and prevent you from living the life you have to live.

We don’t all get a happy ending. Sometimes things just end. What I now understand is that it’s not about the ending – it’s about how I pick up my pieces and carry on. Is it how I envisioned my life to be? No – it is not. But – it is the life I now have.

I thought I was doing good, and in some respects I know I am. But there are so many tentacles to grief. So many facets that if placed aside, they only fester and grow.

These shores and mist covered mountains of Oahu have touched a part of me that’s been stuck.  A part of me I haven’t had the courage to face.

Until now.

I have spent too much time feeling guilty for things over which I had no control. These things that weighed me down and kept me stuck in a life of regrets in what I perceived as broken promises.

I have placed my anger on others and expected that to anger to outweigh my guilt.

Yeah, that’s not how it works. That’s what has kept me weighed down and broken inside.

The truth is this:

 it’s on me to let the guilt go.

It’s on me to set my heart straight.

It’s on me to forgive myself.

It’s on me to focus on the things that I am responsible for changing.

It’s on me.

It’s all on me.

 

Mahalo, Oahu.

Until Next Time…

 

 

Be A Better Human

New Years resolutions are not my thing. It’s just this never-ending battle about what I should do to be better, then starting on that path, then a month later I feel bad about myself for failing once again I mean – what is the point?

What I’ve discovered is that you can change anything in your life on any day of the year.

Any month.

Any week.

Any day.

Any hour.

Any minute.

Any second.

You get my drift.

It’s a matter of deciding that you want to be a better human.

We all get caught up in the minutia of our own lives. It’s human nature. Our purpose though, is to rise above our own state of mind and try and help those who are living a life we can’t even imagine.

It’s not all that hard.

Donate clothes you no longer wear to a homeless shelter.

Donate canned goods to a food bank.

Open a door for someone.

Look people in the eye and talk to them

Don’t judge

Be humble

Smile

If you’re one of those people who complain about how awful the world is and you blame the Republicans or the Democrats or whoever you believe is doing you wrong, and you spend your time tweeting your anger, or making tic-toc videos and spewing your anger on Facebook, and you do absolutely nothing to help anyone…

Just stop.

It’s not all about you.

Is life fair? – No

We all make mistakes, we all suffer, we all grieve, we all stumble, we all say things we can’t take back, we all love, we have all lost someone we loved. Having money doesn’t make you a better person. Nor does your house, your car or your clothes, etc… No one person is better than another.

If you want to make a change this year…

Be a better human.