I went to check my email this morning and to my surprise noticed that my RSS feed had exploded with 14 "new" posts from my blog. You might be thinking, "Wow, you have been busy in the past 24 hours." There's just one problem. I haven't posted anything since last week. Being curious as to what this all meant, I checked the feed to see what these new posts were. All of them were more than a year old. "Hmm," I thought. "Maybe someone commented or posted something on them that caused the feed to read them as new." I checked my comments and posts and there was nothing new.
I was thinking this was really strange and mentioned it to Mr. Darcy to see if he could make sense of it and he informed me that it happened to his feed too. *Sigh* Technology acting up is no fun. After a quick Google search to try and figure out what was going on, I found some info on a forum about RSS feeds. Most of what was posted made absolutely no sense to me and the instructions I tired to follow didn't jive with the settings layout of my blog. I've decided the best thing to do is just leave it alone and see what it does in the next week. In the meantime, I needed to mark all the "new" posts as read so my feed would stop looking like it had taken a hefty dose of steroids.
As I sifted through the 15 posts that had shown up in my feed, I was struck by all the things I have experienced in the past 2-3 years. It was also quite amazing to see the progression I had made in certain areas during that time period. Sometimes we forget where we came from and how we arrived at certain point. It becomes so familiar to be here that it feels as though we have always been there. Of course, we have not "always" been there, and seeing that journey played out for us again is quite amazing.
Reading old posts always brings up a lot of emotions and remembrances for me. This time was no different. What was different, however, was my ability to be objective and healthily detached from what I was reading. That very rarely occurs for me, and I think it is an indication of how much I have healed, how far I have come, in this crazy journey called life. It's strange to me that an RSS feed problem would end up reminding me of hurts, growth, and triumph in my own life, but there it is. I'm sorry for those of you who may have experienced trouble from my feed as well. However, I'm not all that sad that I had to deal with it this morning. It was a refreshing way to start the day.
Monday, March 18, 2013
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Seasons
I am sitting on my couch this morning looking out my window at the beautiful Colorado scenery. We had a snow storm yesterday that dropped about 8 inches of snow on us, but today, there's nothing but clear blue skies and a brilliant spring sun. That might sound rather strange to some of you, but March is statistically our snowiest month here in Colorado. So, although the calendar says spring is almost here, the weather does not always agree. Our April showers are usually snow showers. I like it though. It took me some getting used to when I first moved here. Now, I look forward to the spring snow showers that alternate with warm sunny days.
It's also the start of Daylight Savings today. That means we lost an hour overnight and we had to set our clocks forward. That's something else I've had to get used to since moving here. In Arizona we don't observe DST. I never had to reset my clock or remember when we were springing forward or falling back. It's taken me some time to adjust to doing it. I still sometimes forget. Thankfully, my husband has lived with DST almost his entire life and he helps me remember when we need to reset the clocks.
As I sit here and reflect on the changing seasons that bring differences in weather and differences in time, I realize how much of my life is very similar. There are seasons I experience and changes in time and weather that go along with it. I am not now what I once was, nor is the time I am living in anything like the times I have lived in. There are new experiences waiting for me, new challenges to face, new joys to thrill me, and new memories to make. For a person like me who gets bored rather quickly with monotony, that is an exciting thought. To view life, not as an endless stream of mundane routines you perform day in and day out, but as a series of cycles that continuously changes is much more invigorating, I think. Life is not one long winter with sorrows and griefs, nor is it one long summer with endless joys and mirth. It is an ebb and flow of winter, spring, summer, and fall, with each season being different from the last and different even from it's prior occurrence. With each new season there is a new opportunity to learn and grow and enjoy life in a varied way. I am thankful for those seasons. I hope I get to experience more of them.
It's also the start of Daylight Savings today. That means we lost an hour overnight and we had to set our clocks forward. That's something else I've had to get used to since moving here. In Arizona we don't observe DST. I never had to reset my clock or remember when we were springing forward or falling back. It's taken me some time to adjust to doing it. I still sometimes forget. Thankfully, my husband has lived with DST almost his entire life and he helps me remember when we need to reset the clocks.
As I sit here and reflect on the changing seasons that bring differences in weather and differences in time, I realize how much of my life is very similar. There are seasons I experience and changes in time and weather that go along with it. I am not now what I once was, nor is the time I am living in anything like the times I have lived in. There are new experiences waiting for me, new challenges to face, new joys to thrill me, and new memories to make. For a person like me who gets bored rather quickly with monotony, that is an exciting thought. To view life, not as an endless stream of mundane routines you perform day in and day out, but as a series of cycles that continuously changes is much more invigorating, I think. Life is not one long winter with sorrows and griefs, nor is it one long summer with endless joys and mirth. It is an ebb and flow of winter, spring, summer, and fall, with each season being different from the last and different even from it's prior occurrence. With each new season there is a new opportunity to learn and grow and enjoy life in a varied way. I am thankful for those seasons. I hope I get to experience more of them.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
This and That
Forgive me for not blogging in over a week. Work has been so busy and I have been slammed with paperwork. It seems as though the paperwork might never end. :/ Sometimes I feel like more than half my job as a therapist is spent doing paperwork, which seems crazy to me. There is some form to fill out or report to write up for just about everything you do in the therapy room. Imagine at least 2 pieces of paperwork for every client you see, and then multiply that by the 40 or so clients I see every week, and you have a mini hill for just one week. Should it happen, as it usually does, that you only complete a portion of that mini hill, that leaves it for the next week. Now, imagine it has been several weeks of mini hills and mini hill leftovers and you have a pretty good picture of my life right now. *Sigh*
On the bright side, I have been doing better about putting all my work aside and getting other things done; things like making dinner for my husband, running laundry, and getting things done around the house. That's been really good and I am very happy with my success in that area. Now, if only I could be as productive with my paperwork at my job.
So, as you can see from my above post, my life has been uber busy and I have not had much time to just sit down and blog. There has been plenty to write about and my thoughts have not ceased just because my fingers have not found the keyboard. Unfortunately, as per the norm when I have been really busy, now that I am taking a moment to stop and write, I have no desire to catch up on everything I have wanted to write about. However, I do have something interesting to post for your reading enjoyment - a story from my last session of the day this past Friday.
I was coloring with a young girl using dry erase markers on a whiteboard. She decided she wanted to make a duck. After digging around in the marker bin for a while, she finally found a yellow that she felt would work. She drew a funny shape with a squarish head, a curved back, and a rounded then squared-off tail. This, she informed me, was her duck. She then proceeded to draw two eyes and a beak that really wanted to be a triangle but ended up being a twisted rectangle. Now it gets interesting. Once her duck had a body and a face, she then pulled a dark red marker from the bin and said, " I am going to draw his heart. He has a broken heart." With that she drew a heart shape in the duck's chest and then drew several lines through it to illustrate its brokenness. "Now," she said, picking out another red marker, "Here is the blood from the duck's broken heart," and she drew two red lines down the front of the duck. About half-way through the first line, she stopped and declared that the marker she was using was not red, but pink, and she really needed a red marker in order to properly draw the duck's blood. Despite my shock at the gruesome picture appearing before me, I found her another red marker to use and she proceeded with her blood drawing. The bloody part of the duck done, she then chose an orange marker to draw the feet - two "L" shaped blocks at the bottom of the body.
She sat back to observe her work. She looked pretty satisfied. "OH!" She said suddenly. "I forgot to draw the baby duck." She then picked out a purple marker and drew a smaller version of her duck body inside the larger duck's body space. She gave this baby duck eyes and a beak and then added four lines at the bottom of the baby duck. Again, she leaned back to survey her work. "Hmm, that baby duck looks like uh octopus. . . but it's not; it's a baby duck." With that she put her markers away and our session was done.
On the bright side, I have been doing better about putting all my work aside and getting other things done; things like making dinner for my husband, running laundry, and getting things done around the house. That's been really good and I am very happy with my success in that area. Now, if only I could be as productive with my paperwork at my job.
So, as you can see from my above post, my life has been uber busy and I have not had much time to just sit down and blog. There has been plenty to write about and my thoughts have not ceased just because my fingers have not found the keyboard. Unfortunately, as per the norm when I have been really busy, now that I am taking a moment to stop and write, I have no desire to catch up on everything I have wanted to write about. However, I do have something interesting to post for your reading enjoyment - a story from my last session of the day this past Friday.
I was coloring with a young girl using dry erase markers on a whiteboard. She decided she wanted to make a duck. After digging around in the marker bin for a while, she finally found a yellow that she felt would work. She drew a funny shape with a squarish head, a curved back, and a rounded then squared-off tail. This, she informed me, was her duck. She then proceeded to draw two eyes and a beak that really wanted to be a triangle but ended up being a twisted rectangle. Now it gets interesting. Once her duck had a body and a face, she then pulled a dark red marker from the bin and said, " I am going to draw his heart. He has a broken heart." With that she drew a heart shape in the duck's chest and then drew several lines through it to illustrate its brokenness. "Now," she said, picking out another red marker, "Here is the blood from the duck's broken heart," and she drew two red lines down the front of the duck. About half-way through the first line, she stopped and declared that the marker she was using was not red, but pink, and she really needed a red marker in order to properly draw the duck's blood. Despite my shock at the gruesome picture appearing before me, I found her another red marker to use and she proceeded with her blood drawing. The bloody part of the duck done, she then chose an orange marker to draw the feet - two "L" shaped blocks at the bottom of the body.
She sat back to observe her work. She looked pretty satisfied. "OH!" She said suddenly. "I forgot to draw the baby duck." She then picked out a purple marker and drew a smaller version of her duck body inside the larger duck's body space. She gave this baby duck eyes and a beak and then added four lines at the bottom of the baby duck. Again, she leaned back to survey her work. "Hmm, that baby duck looks like uh octopus. . . but it's not; it's a baby duck." With that she put her markers away and our session was done.
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