Heidi Heitkamp is the post-menopausal woman I wanna be someday. I didn't even know I had aspirations for post-menopause until she told me how it alleviated her need to be liked. How it inspired her to simply move forward and lose the need to justify or be diplomatic or even concerned with others feeling okay with that. Here's the beauty of it -- this woman ran for governor. She served as ND's attorney general and only now, when she is out of the public eye is she completely unfettered. I wish I could get a shot of that -- an injection of righteous, confident woman-juice.
This comes from the fact that I'm feeling a bit battered and kind of knocked around lately. Maybe the fact that I'm sick of kowtowing and being appropriate is the beginning of menopause! Maybe you have to get fed up in order to get all gloriously and fully womanized.
I think I'll make a vow here and now. First, I'm going to embrace the future. I look forward to 40 and beyond. I'm going to be stronger, better and happier every year moving forward. And I'm going to look to my elders for inspiration. I've been pretty positive about aging, but now I'm going to get with my potential in a big way. I'm going to focus on every moment and find joy when its in front of me. I'm going to observe, and then I'm going to alleviate regret from my life.
And when I achieve all this, I'm going to get out there and offer a hand to the self flagellating 30-something working moms who need the encouragement of knowing that these days are hard but worth it, and that they are amazing, deserving, good good women, excellent mothers and outstanding wives. I'm going to give them the juice!
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
My Resolution is No Resolution
I was recently stopped in my tracks by the following radical concept: Not everything needs to be resolved.
This may sound like a no-brainer to some, Shadd for instance was completely nonplussed, but it blew my package-wrapping mind. I am not hung up on the perfect picture of things, but I do have this vision that all things will turn out right in the end. That someday, just desserts will be given and everyone will get on the same page. But life is not this way and most of the resolution I envision, is out of my control. Or so my acupuncunturist/therapist tells me.
I am trying hard to apply this notion to my life. I"m letting things go. I'm absolving myself of the effort I've been putting into this resolution treadmill. On the homefront this is taking the form of a potty-training retreat. No more potty-pushing. No more diaper slamming, no more huffing and puffing and fuming over the fumes. No more lectures on big boys and good boys. The energy lost! We're all embracing things as they are. I'm going to try to be more like them. As Ryder said the other day "Nah, I dont need go on potty mom. I went yast week." It is what it is.
This may sound like a no-brainer to some, Shadd for instance was completely nonplussed, but it blew my package-wrapping mind. I am not hung up on the perfect picture of things, but I do have this vision that all things will turn out right in the end. That someday, just desserts will be given and everyone will get on the same page. But life is not this way and most of the resolution I envision, is out of my control. Or so my acupuncunturist/therapist tells me.
I am trying hard to apply this notion to my life. I"m letting things go. I'm absolving myself of the effort I've been putting into this resolution treadmill. On the homefront this is taking the form of a potty-training retreat. No more potty-pushing. No more diaper slamming, no more huffing and puffing and fuming over the fumes. No more lectures on big boys and good boys. The energy lost! We're all embracing things as they are. I'm going to try to be more like them. As Ryder said the other day "Nah, I dont need go on potty mom. I went yast week." It is what it is.
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