Over the last few years, I've been on a journey. Let my flow take me to the new discoveries I've needed at the time. Over the last few months however, I've been putting a lot more effort into discovering tools and learning techniques in dealing with every day life.
I enrolled in yoga teacher training, and began seeking help from a therapist. I knew there were things I was dealing with on a daily basis; I felt like I had a few roadblocks in the way of living a truly fulfilling life. Before this I really had no way to identify a need inside of me. I was typically a large jumble of emotions, never feeling like anything I did or anyone else did would be enough. I felt unloveable. I had an insatiable appetite for more. More life, more breath, more chinese food, more anything that I could get my hands on. I was always waiting for what was coming next, what was around the corner. I had two coping mechanisms that had helped me get through some major life trials: suppression and numbing. My brain had gotten stuck on using these coping skills in almost every light stressor. I realized that I wanted to branch out to learn different coping techniques. And can say "thank you" to the coping mechanisms I've had in the past, because they helped me get through many many trials. But as other survivors of trauma with PTSD can attest, I'm seeking ways to find other coping mechanisms.
I feel like I've spent a lot of time building bricks and foundation. So far, I've been learning little things here and there. Things like; yoga is my grounding balance. Harry Potter can always distract from reality. Best friends will always be a phone call away. It's okay to reach out to others. Chinese food is a coping mechanism. Puppies are a coping mechanism. Bubble Baths can be refilled over and over once hot water replenishes. Sunshine is happy. I am surrounded by love. I am a powerful sorcerous. The water will always call my name. Going real fast on a road or dirt makes me feel alive. Puppies love to lick tears. A good cry feels AMAZING. Getting a tattoo or my hair done makes me feel fresh. Sometimes sleeping pills are necessary. Buffy the Vampire Slayer always makes me feel empowered. Protein drinks are powerful for when you have no appetite. Purple and blue are my favorite nail colors. I like to clean naked. I lose myself in service.
All of these bricks and foundation are starting to find their home in the path that I'm building. I'm starting to know when I need certain things. Starting to pave that path with these valuable bricks I've been spending years making.
The greatest lesson that I've learned from a few months of therapy has been to stop judging everything I do. I'm learning I don't have to try to validate or justify my own feelings and emotions. They're my feelings and emotions. I'm starting to be able to identify a need when it comes up, and I have some pretty awesome tools to use when that happens. When I'm confronted with something negative, instead of hiding or shutting down (as was a way of coping in the past), here's the new gameplan (that will take a LOT of work). (with strategies taught by Thich Nhat Hanh with an added "Amanda Grace" twist)
1) Say hello to this need and emotion. Get REALLY curious, and honor that emotion. (and realize that now might be a time to step away from a conversation until I can get my emotions back to a rational realm. "Oh hello, abandonment button, let me take a moment to get really comfortable with you.")
2) Get to know the thought or emotion-- is it anxiety about the future, self-judging, bad memories? Become very clear on the specific upset by identifying the exact thought that's adding discomfort.
3) After getting to know the thought, figure out the exact emotions that come up when I think of that. What do they feel like? Is my chest tightening? Is my stomach turning? Where is my breathing?
4) Once clearly identified, close my eyes (if appropriate) and put a picture to those thoughts. Do they create colors, shapes, figures? Are they abstract or clear? It's important to let the thoughts and emotions create this imagery while I become aware of what they are.
5)BREATH (it's so much easier to suppress or distract myself from these emotions- or just think of something super positive)
6) VERY IMPORTANT. Once I have the mental image in my thoughts and I can see what they look like (even if there's no image at all) picture myself holding the image (or lack thereof) in the way a mother holds a newborn baby. Picture the image of my painful thought and emotion wrapped in a warm blanket, being held with very loving care closely to my heart, and extend these feelings and thoughts my very sincerest of compassions from my heart center.
7) Mentally, (or verbally) I'll say to the image that I know it's there and I promise to care for and hold it with compassion until it's ready to go, said from a very sincere place in my heart.
Through bringing our attention to the image of our painful thoughts and emotions, and tending to it with an open heart, we're doing the most natural thing we can -- -expressing LOVE. Instead of ostracizing our uncomfortable thoughts and emotions and their unpleasant effects, we show them pure love, complete and inclusive love. It's a love they've never known before.
After taking this process to recognize my feelings and needs, it's then time to show myself a little bit of self love, by using one of the bricks of strength I've been building. Hop in the bathtub, cuddle some puppies, call on a friend, ask for something that I need from another person, do a few yoga poses, or just drink some water. Choose to do something that is purely out of self love that will help shift my focus in a new direction.
I have 28 years of past needs that weren't met that have a tendency to pop up with the mention of a word, a sight, even a smell. Instead of feeling bombarded and begging those around me to fulfill those needs, I have some beautiful tools to look into that needs face and really figure out what's going on. This is a process that I know won't be easy. It's a path that I know I'll be slow on, and fall off at times. It's a path that feels has been brought into my life when I'm ready and needing a new way to cope and heal.
In 2009, at 22 years old, I weighed 205 lbs. (As reference, I'm 5'6"). I was a size 18 (ish). I was in a very unhealthy abusive relationship. I was in a brand new city with absolutely no friends close by. I was completely stuck. There was no such thing as progression in my life. It felt like every day was just another step, on a very autopilot destination to "somewhere else" though I had no idea where that somewhere else was.
On July 31st, I wrote a blog about a new "fad diet" my coworker was doing, that I decided "well why the hell not". The diet was called HCG, and basically consisted of a mind blowingly low caloric intake (500 calories a day.... a DAY!). It was a tough battle, but of course being on that restriction made it so I lost weight. Drastic weight. In about 51 days of that diet, I was transformed to 155 lbs. (Might it also be noted that I weighed 193 when I started, as I'd managed to drop about 10 lbs on my own just by not eating out for a few months previous when I was buying my house.) I was a size 10. I hadn't been a size 10 even in high school. This was the "smallest" I'd ever been since most likely junior high or even elementary school.
Five years later, I'm finding I'm still healing my body along with my soul. I've had a very poor body image my entire life, and I've been putting a lot of work into reversing that over the past five years. Today I hoover around 140 lbs (though honestly I try to not weigh myself as I go off of how fit I am, and how my body feels) and a size 6. I do a lot of yoga. All of the hobbies I've adopted are pretty physical in nature (try seeing how hungry you get after an entire day of snowboarding, or after biking for 30 miles). I am living my life so colorfully. I don't have to say no to trips climbing or kayaking because my body just isn't capable. I'm able to say yes to so much "living". It completely blows my mind when I look back on where I was, and can appreciate where I am today. If I was able to turn my life around when I was in a place of such darkness, it makes me stoked to see what I can accomplish when I'm in such a healthier spot.
Five years ago I decided to take a shot at taking my life in a new direction. Five years ago, my life was changed completely.
Well, this past month has just been filled with life experiences that I have to ask myself "why in the world have I not experienced these things yet?!" Mind boggling epicness. The two events in particular that I'm referencing are Joe's Valley for bouldering and the mountain brewers beer fest. These are things (errrrrr, places!) that became two of my very favorite things the first moment I was even there. As proper essay dictates, I will now go into detail on these events, in chronological order:
Joe's Valley for Miss Bonnie's Dirty Thirty! (Bonnie's my BFF, in case any of you are new to this blog)
We left after work on a Friday, piled into Dave's truck and began our journey. I'm a social climber-- I'll freely admit that. I like to climb, however I've never had the motivation to actually become GOOD at it. But I love the social aspect, and watching people I love power up some really amazing moves. I'll hop on a wall and climb as well, but I just don't have the guts or motivation (and I'm totally fine with that). We all went to bed pretty early Friday, as we wanted our energy for Saturday's shenanigans. Woke up Saturday, went into town to grab some breakfast, and then went off to "new Joe's" (a part of Joe's valley that is a great starting point). We bouldered all day long, I got halfway up a problem! And then jumped down (in my defense, I was only 2 weeks out of a sprained ankle-- and I just kinda suck) But I got some REALLY cool pictures of everyone else :) After climbing we headed back to camp- we prepared food, played hammerschlagen (oh my, such a fun camping drinking game), and just dinked around. That night was Bonnie's party. Have you ever hula-hooped in the moonlight, with a fire lighting your steps and a LASER show happening on the dance (dirt) floor? You haven't lived then. I mean it's that simple. Impromptu dance session in the desert, complete with lasers and hula-hoops equals living. We definitely welcomed in Bonnie's thirtieth year with so much pure happiness, love, and positive vibes- that she should be set for life. Joe's Valley is a beautiful place. However I feel truly confident in me saying that the people I was with made this trip what it was. Such positive, happy, and just plain amazing people to spend my time with. People who I value and have so much respect for-- and who can get down in the desert. I feel truly fortunate to have this hippie family in my life.
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| Shane (top left) Bonnie (top right) Scott (bottom left) and Heather (bottom right) |
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| And then there's this guy |
You know what's neat? When you see improvements in yourself..... wanna know what's even neater? When people around you notice them as well. Almost a year ago I wrote about a blog about "Losing yourself in a relationship". Oh boy did I struggle with it. I struggled a lot. (did you notice I said strugglED?) I did. It's still a bit of a battle, however it comes so much more natural now. I don't think about it. It just happens. Now it's good to do reality checks every now and then to make sure I'm still on that path. I slip one foot off occasionally, my mind wanders, but I'm still on that path. It seems like with every past relationship/dating experience, when a guy is REALLY into me, I just completely lose myself. It's easier to not lose myself when it's just dating and the dude is only showing slight signs he's into me. But what happens when a fella I'm dating sends cute texts like "Miss ya" "you're amazing" "can't wait till tomorrow".... I usually buckle and I'm at the whim of said fella. (I do love those texts btw). So let's scoot back to present Amanda. I'm learning. Improving. Growing. Making mistakes, but getting back up. I start dating a guy (a quite adorable guy might I add) who is REALLY into me. He asks me out immediately. Takes me for bubble tea (oh boy does he know how to win points), and we start texting quite a lot. We're both pretty busy though, so it's hard to find time to see each other. (Please notice that I say I'm busy, and I actually keep those plans and don't cancel to go see this boy- HUGE step for me). But it works out for him to come see a movie between his studying and my activities. Cuddling is nice-- but then the first kiss happens.... and it's awkward. Not going to lie, it's really awkward because of the position we're in. We'll have to do a re-do sometime. (PS, we did a re-do, and it was great). So then, life happens..... busy, busy life. I'm climbing, working, and just plain busy. He's busy with work, studying, school, AND running a ragnar (yeah, you heard it, he's active) We're still kinda constantly texting though when we can (adorable stuff like "how can someone be on my mind this much") He comes back from Ragnar (where he ran over like 13 miles in Zions and had 4 hours of sleep in two days) and what does that cute boy do?! He picks up my ass, and my drunk friend's asses and takes us from Salt Lake up to Ogden (again, running on no sleep, and has a final the next day). This dude's good. I'm still keeping my schedule, not moving things around to see him- just seeing him when it works, and I make my way to his house to hang out while he studies. I watch some documentaries on netflix (oh boy do I love those) while he reads in a book about some sort of computer software programming internet stuffs. We're still doing our things, living our lives without being interrupted by a new person. We're also a bit wrapped up in each other as well. I didn't know it was possible to do both? So week two: I invite him over for a date (trampoline park and dinner), but me being miss social butterfly, I invited most of my friends as well (there goes the "date"). He's a trooper and not only is fine with everything, he has a blast (as do I). So it's been about four dates now, in quite a few different types of environments (because I really want to get to know who he is) I feel like I'm the exact same person I was before we dated. I think about him (a lot) but I can also focus on everything else I have going on. This has really never happened to me where I'm able to maintain that balance while still really liking (and being liked) someone. I'm loving it. This is how dating is SUPPOSED to be. Taking things slow.... making sure you actually get to know the person before jumping into commitment. It's nice. I'm really loving being on the same page with someone, without having to say we're on the same page. He's out in Mexico, celebrating his graduation (just graduated with his bachelors from the U), and I get to go camping with some of my favorite people ever. I'm able to miss him, while not obsessing about it, and spending time keeping me busy. (he misses me too, I've been getting little messages once a day about him missing me, etc etc-- gah I love it).
In summation, it is so fantastic to see that I can identify problems I have, grow, and become that person I want to be. This is exactly how dating should be. I'm happy with me, with who I am, and with what I'm doing in life. I can always improve, and I realize that. But it's good to see the hard work I put into improvement paying off. I'm excited to get to know this boy better to see what other connections we have, and see where it may potentially go. There's absolutely no need to rush a river, just let it flow and enjoy the experience. If it's true and right- it will happen and won't need to be rushed. But no matter what happens, I'm happy with me :)
Well, in life there are heartbreaks. There are let-downs. There is sadness. At this moment, I am focusing on a romantic heartbreak in particular. I feel it's important to address my actual feelings, so I can release them and move on to continue to be the beautiful person I am. I'm in the "mourning" stage of a break-up. I miss him. I miss him immensely. I miss the future we were building together. I miss the affection. I miss the fun times we had. I just miss him. A break-up is particularly tricky because my life is now headed in a completely different direction from where it was just a few weeks ago. I'm convincing myself that is not a bad thing, it's just a different thing. My goals are changing slightly, the path I'm on is changing, and I'm trying to see that things can really only go up from here. But it still sucks. It still hurts. I still cry. I've decided that once I'm able to accept that it will hurt, and figure out what I've learned, and how it will make me a better person, that will point me in the right direction of my new path. It does make it a tad easier to know that I tried my very hardest to make things work, I did my best, and I am proud of the effort I put into the relationship. He isn't a bad person, I don't NOT love him, however the person he is right now simply is not the person I want. It's hard to accept that. It takes courage to let go of what we can't control. I'm finding my legs shaky but trying to find that courage to just let go. So, here is what I've learned so far, and I am quite sure I will continue to discover things about myself and how I acted in the relationship.
1. I still let my relationship rule my life. I am not nearly as bad as I once was, however I still need to focus on keeping my passions and drive alive when I am in a relationship. I understand that I can't truly be happy in a relationship if I'm not truly happy alone. I have really got to find that balance between making myself happy, and contributing enough to a relationship.
2. When things are "right", they just happen. Force is not required. Hard work IS required in building aspects of the relationship, but the love and respect just flows.
3. I deserve to be picky, and I deserve to be completely happy and utterly intoxicated by the love I have for someone I'm in a relationship with.
4. I am selfish, however not nearly as selfish as I was accused of being. I am learning to love means putting other's needs before yourself sometimes, without expecting to benefit anything from them.... I'm working on that.
5. I want to be with someone that makes me FEEL like I want to be a better person, without constantly telling me I can be better, or telling me I'm not meeting their expectations. I want that to naturally occur, I do NOT want to be force fed a "lesson" as punishments for the way I'm acting. I want to be motivated to be a better person by example.
6. Complacency is something I need to get rid of completely. It needs to be gone from my life. I need to make goals that I achieve for MYSELF. Not for others to see that I'm doing them, but to produce real self love and acceptance.
7. I am a beautiful person, who deserves the absolute best that life has to offer. I deserve to be true to myself and be with someone who's happiness rubs off on me and we can just be happy together.
8. I do have some childish traits inside of me. I like to be in control of situations. Some people have a hard time of reading how I show my love. I have a slight temper. I am a bit selfish. But you know what? These are things that don't need to DEFINE me. I am aware that they're traits I would like to work on, and I am working on them. They're also traits that make me into the person I am. I deserve someone who will love and accept me for who I am, and love me for who I can become, without force feeding that to me. The only "expectations" I need to meet are ones I set for myself.
9. Sharing hobbies in a relationship is essential. I need to be with someone that I can go out and play with. Having separate hobbies is just as essential because there are many times when I need space, and "me" time... I feel that is healthy for a relationship.
10. I need to be with someone who has the same financial goals as myself, that is key in working together.
11. I need someone I can communicate with clearly, openly, and who I can work with in improving my communication skills. Someone who is patient, and loves me not to be loved back, but just because he loves me. Someone who is level headed and not quick to anger.
12. I am a sucker for men who rock climb and snowboard (and that's just fine)
13. I need to not rush into a relationship or onto the next step in a relationship. The "courting" stage is very important. I don't tend to have as much respect and adoration for someone who just showed up in my life and so I go along with it because they seem to be great. I need to slow down. Get to know the person for who they are before I decide to devote myself to them.
I have become a much better person after being with Taylor for 9 months. Part of that was directly because of him. I am grateful for the chance to be with him, and to learn so much about myself and relationships. I love him, and I will always love him, but I understand that not all relationships work, and it isn't for lack of love. *le sigh*
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| This is our beautiful angel, Kai |
Babies with ACD may appear normal at birth but within minutes or hours they develop respiratory distress with persistent pulmonary hypertension.[4] ACD does not respond to standard therapies that resolve simple pulmonary hypertension. The lack of response is an important diagnostic clue." (Thanks Wikipedia). What a horrible experience for anyone to have to go through. My family has been pretty fortunate, we tend to be a fairly healthy family; Kai's death was the first immediate death, apart from Grandparents, that I've experienced. It's difficult to talk about, but I want to write the memories down before they're gone. It's been two years, and my heart still aches.
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| Right before ECMO |
Name: Steven Bearden
Our child's name: Kai Marie seamons- bearden
The date our child was born: 11-26-2010
The date we lost our child: 12-16-2010
The hospital where our child was treated: Primary Childrens medical center NICU slc UT
The physicians who treated our child: brook( fellow) and all the top NICU docs
Our story: little Kai was born around 5:30 on 11-26-2010 she was taken from her mommy earlie because they thought she wasn't growing and apered to be under weight. She was born vaginaly weighing 5.5 lb ( aprox. 2400 kilos) birth went great and the NICU was on standby due to concerns of underweight. well she came out WeIghing more then anticipated, NICU was let off standby at that point, one of the nurses noticed a slight heart rhythm drop for a few minutes. Kai was then taken to the nicu and realesed about 20 minutes later with all her stats back to normal and her heart was doing it's job. It was so exiting that she was ok. Amanda and I were then transferred up to the newborn nursery area were we got a room and our Babie was there trying to breastfeed. she wasent very interested and by that time, kai had gone to the nursery to get a bath. We got her back and tried to breastfeed again one more time before we attempted to sleep. Kaia nurse came in to routinely check her and Kai was a little on the cold side so she went back to the nursery to get warmed up, at about midnight Amanda felt like something was wrong with Kai, she went and checked on her in the nursurey and immediately raised a concern, Kai looke purple/blue. They put her on the spo2 and her saturation was at 70. Kai then was back in the NICU. She responded well to mild doses of oxygen and a tiny bit of nitric oxide, they thought she had pneumonia and very mild and limited pulmonary hypertension, ( she was rapidly developing severe polmenary hypertension and her stats weren't stable for long, the had to keep going up on ventilation therapy and nitric and oxygen. She coded several times and was getting chest comparative at least 4 different times, then ECMO was introduced to us and that she needed to go to primary Childrens asap. Kai and I went there in a ambulance and once we got there she stabilized and ECMO was not started, the next day her stats took another nose dive and ECMO was givin, when installing the ECMO setup the machine malfunctioned and had to wait for another machine to be set up. They got done installing the canualsvand the Venus I believe had came loose or positioned incorrectly so the ECMO was pumping in more blood then pulling out, our little Kai filled to her max and looked like a little sumo Babie before the problem was corrected. Then her bodie started to blister from all that fluid. It was so hard to see her like that and the doctors had already told us that the outlook wasn't looking very good. Little Kai faught and faught. She started to do a 180 and got most of her blisters healed and most of her fluid out. Still on ECMO the system started getting very fiberouse and clots were forming. The changed the circuit on the ECMO machine and she kept her stats up were they needed to be. A day and a half after the circuit change, it started getting very fiborus and a large clot was detected ( they were able to get the large clot out sucessfully, 2 days later she was able to come off ECMO completely and her stats were exelent, her oxygen and nitric and all her meds were being weined down and she was doing great, at that point we were so exited that our Babie was actually going to come home one day! She got off of ECMO on 12-8-2010. ( a total of 9 days on ECMO) she was our little warrior princess and a real fighter. She was stable and down on alote of therapy for 3-4 days and Amanda and I were actually sleeping back at home and not so confined to the NICU. That didn't last long and she again begun to drop stats and needed to go back up on her therapy and reached maximum therapy very quickly, they really didn't have to many answers other then the pulmonary hypertension was back with vengeance. Also maybe some sort of an infection but all cultures came back negative. The then talked to us about acd a little mOre and with a little more depth. And the FICA said that she fits the description but would need a lung biopsy to confirm. Our little warrior was starting to fill back up with fluid because her blood pressure loved the volume, they needed to get her on lasiks to get the extra fluid off, yesterday they attempted a new i v. Even though she was on morphine and paralytics the second they tried sticking her she began to crash. That was early in the morning I watched her stats roller coaster while her mommy was pumping breast milk. Kai was filling back up and when they were able to give lassies in the past few days she didn't really respond. The doctors asked if they could take a small non invasive way to get part of her lungs to get it tested for cad. amanda and I then decided( with the doctors help and advice) that we couldn't let Babie Kai fill back up on fluids and crash if they tried to take some lung. We had a planned removal of therapy for 9 am on 12-17-2010 and was getting everything in order that we needed too. Within 2 hours of deciding that kai's stats begun to roller coaster again with her oxygen levels never reaching above 95 for over a split second her saturations were hanging from 70-85 for 4 days now. We decided we had better hurry so we get a chance to control her removal and removed her from all therapy on 12-16-2010 and she passed away at around 7 30 pm. We are very saddened from this outcome but comfortable with our decision because my little Kai angel was suffering spiritually. Her will to live was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced on my life along with many many others her spirit touched. After she passed we allowed them to take parts of her lung and intestine so we could know if she had acd or not. if she doesn't have it then the acd foundation will stil get our support. We are very thankful for your website and the information we have learned from it so far. It helps to know were not alone out here. With love, angel kai, jayleb her big brother. Amanda, and steve.
| Added: December 17, 2010 |
Try reading that without feeling some of the pain he went through. That was her brief life. It's been two years. I don't think about Kai every day, but I do think about her occasionally.
I recently participated in an excellent opportunity to donate my time and money into a cause that would not only be dedicated to Kai, but contribute to an organization that was a very large part of her short life. Every year, Primary Children's Hospital does the "Festival of Trees". The Festival basically looks like Christmas threw up. It fills the ENTIRE South Towne Expo Center. I can't do the festival justice, so I'm going to let them say it in their own words."For 42 years, the Festival of Trees has been a “Gift of Love” to children at Primary Children's Medical Center. The Festival is organized by a volunteer board of 85 women who enlist time and talents from thousands of individuals, organizations, businesses, and families throughout Utah. Over $30.8 million has been raised for children at Primary Children’s Medical Center through the Festival since 1971, with $1,655,931.40 raised in 2011." (visit www.festivaloftreesutah.org for more details)
| Date night spent making ornaments |
So what theme did I choose? I made a Harry Potter tree called "A very Muggle Christmas" (as also anyone who reads my blog should know, I'm addicted to Harry Potter). I figured I needed to do a topic this year of something I knew well and was confident with.I can't even account for all of the hours it took to plan, and execute this project. I spent the early months purchasing craft supplies, searching the internet for ornament and decoration ideas, and started groups on different social media sites. I held craft nights every week where I tempted my friends with wine and good times to come and help knock out some "filler" ornaments. We are now pros ad modge podge. When I was about a month out until decoration day, that's when I really started getting into gear. I bought multiple Harry Potter items from the internet, and spent hours crafting golden snitches, stars, wands, and odds and ends. I had people donate everything from the books and movies to the Hogwarts Express for under the tree. There is so much more than just decorating the tree, everything has to be approved, you have to buy a specific stand, and everything must be secured by wire to the tree. There were meetings to attend, forms to fill out, decorations to make, research to do, and then the set up.
There was an entire day dedicated to the set up. I, luckily, did not need the entire day. I had friends come to help me put part of the tree together the night before the festival. I took work off the day of the setup and and met my sister-in-law at the expo center. It was an organized frenzie of "putting this here", "moving that there", "let's just trash that idea", "oh, this will work", and finished with tears of happiness at how well everything turned out. When it was time to go, I didn't want to leave my tree that I had dedicated so much of myself into. I kept going back to just look. I was simply amazed that I could make something like this materialize out of just an idea. I showed myself what I'm capable of. The night following set up was the silent auction where the trees are available for purchase. I was very anxious. I thought my tree looked good and I was happy with it, however I had no idea how others would feel. I waited for news from a friend who attends the auction portion every year. "Your tree sold" that's all I knew at first, which was a success for me because I just didn't want it to be a bomb. Then I received another text "holy cow, it sold for $1,600!" Wow. I was elated! I, along with all of the people who helped, just raised $1,600 for Primary Children's! Admittedly, I was very proud and I couldn't hide it. I shouted my success on facebook, and I went back to the festival two other times just to look at my tree. Seeing so many other people stop and take pictures of the tree, talk about it, and see how excited they were made me feel very accomplished.
| Finished Tree!! |
All of the money went straight to Primary Children's. From what I calculated, it cost about $800 to build everything, so I'd say doubling the cost to make it was a success. I was able to donate this tree to Kai; Write her story (for anyone who wanted to read), and show her and others exactly how appreciative I am for Primary Children's and the life they gave my niece. Primary Children's helps so many families. I've been tied directly to a few volunteer projects with them when I was younger, but nothing close to the depth of this. It takes a lot of energy, money, and love, but something I will definitely be signing myself up again for.
| The box of treasures |
This blog is to highlight the little life, that has affected me so much, and will continue to affect how I show my love and appreciation to all of those in my life. To go along with this blog, I'm going to be posting pictures of our baby, some of them may be disturbing to some, but it's important to me to remember just how hard she fought, so please only scroll down if you'd like to see her journey as well. She is our Warrior Angel. We miss you baby Kai.
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| My personal favorite of Kai, right after she was born, look at that face! |
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| This is what happened when she first started on the ECMO (it was pumping more blood in than pulling out, she more than doubled in size) |
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| Through her journey (she received blisters from the excess fluid) |
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| My mom, giving loves to Kai (as much as we were physically able) |
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| Our sweet baby right after she was born, before anything was detected, sleeping peacefully |
Want to know a little secret to help keep your stress and disappointment down? Learn when to let go. Learn when to experience something in the moment, and to let go when it no longer serves you. This not only applies to situations, but to people. It's taken me years to really believe how true this statement is, but to see how much more it is as well. Constant let downs, lessons learned, and time. Want to know the other part of this secret I just discovered? There are some of those in our lives that we can count on for support, while we learn who to invest less energy into. There are those true people who love so deeply and unselfishly that you can't help but feel like the luckiest person alive to have those people in your life. I am truly fortunate, as I have a few of these types of people in my life. I have struggled in the past with control. I've labeled myself a control freak. In high school I never had a single "tardy" and had a meltdown when I got less than an A (it only happened twice in my whole school career!) I began learning that my control need came from me wanting justification and notice from those around me. It didn't come from within. I didn't really care about doing those things for myself, I cared about how others would perceive me. Well ya know another BIG secret? I don't really care what others opinions of me are. This is something I've had to learn in order to just survive life. Of course I like to hear constructive criticism of how others perceive me, but I don't let that criticism effect how I feel about myself. So what if someone thinks that I'm "immodest" or a "hippy", because you know what? Those are two wonderful things that make me, me. They're perceived by someone without enough of an open mind to accept and love those around them, and it's really their loss if they choose to not get to know me because of a tattoo, a nose piercing, or the lack of sleeves on my shirt. Now I have been trying to find a BALANCE between being true to myself, and being respectful of those around me. I mean, heavens, if I could be a Luna Lovegood, I would. However, I feel I'm not quite that ballsy, deep down I will have a people pleasing tendency inside of me. So here's how I've been trying to achieve respecting others while being true to myself: I purposefully try to push down traits inside of me, both physical traits and personality traits. I get it, I may be a little loud to people. I have language that I feel suites me, and no, just because I occasional use "vulgar" language to some, that in no way speaks of my intelligence. Sometimes, the f-bomb is definitely needed. I understand this is offensive to some, and so I CHANGE myself to be around people. I don't curse (or try not to) around those I know are LDS, or people I respect (co-workers, elderly, etc) but catch me around my friends, and you'll hear a few f-bombs and other colorful language dropped. Another example of changing myself for those around me is I try to dress modestly around those I feel are sensitive to it, purely out of respect. I have an adorable dress that has thin straps on it, that I absolutely love. It's my favorite dress, but would be considered immodest in the Mormon community. In the spring/fall, I wear a sweater over it. In the middle of summer, I went to a baby blessing to support my dear friend and her gorgeous new child. I wore my dress, along with the sweater (in July). It was uncomfortable, I was uncomfortable, and my friends (who are beyond supportive and loving of me) asked why in the heck I'd wear a sweater in the summer. I explained it was out of respect because I didn't want people to see my bare shoulders, or see my tattoos. Well, as they thought, I should be comfortable, people would understand. So after the meeting, at the open house, I took the sweater off. I haven't felt that uncomfortable in a long long time. It wasn't my friends, but those around me, whose eyes I could feel scanning my tattoos, and heaven forbid, bare shoulders. I politely put the sweater back on, and tried to not focus on that. But, it hurt slightly that I was all of the sudden disrespected and judged because of something on my skin. That taught me a very important lesson, that sometimes I really have got to be uncomfortable with myself in order to avoid MORE uncomfortableness given by others. Should I have let their looks and raised eyebrows effect how I felt? No. But I did. It didn't change how I felt about myself, it just changed how I'd like to present myself to others. Wow, this has quickly become a tangent.
Back to lowering expectations of others: I am an optimist of the truest optimistic order. However, I have learned that sometimes in order to deal with life, being a realist for just a moment is how to get that accomplished. I accept that I can't control others. I accept that others will let me down. However I can control how I feel about it when they do let me down. I control how much energy I invest into counting on a person. I control how much energy I invest into that relationship. I have been learning to live my life for me. Which can be VERY difficult coming from a culture religion where you were raised to meet the standards of so many other people, and try to convince yourself that they're your own. I don't give a fuck if I am judged for my tattoos. I could not care less if someone thinks I'm immodest and living in "sin". I know for a fact that, due to my beliefs, I am a wonderful person who is trying her very best to effect those around her positively, and to create a life that is worthy of saying "I gave it all, and I'm proud for living". So while you may not agree with my life choices, all I ask is for the same respect that I give to you. Wow, another tangent, can you tell that something upset me yesterday? It gets rather frustrating never feeling good enough for some people who should play a large role (whose role keeps getting smaller and smaller) in your life. So I'm learning how to lower my own expectations of someone in my life. Which is frustrating. But I'm learning that there are others who I can actually truly rely on to be there, for comfort, venting sessions, and to SHOW me how much they love me. My thoughts are all jumbled right now, as I'm still experiencing sadness at the realization that I have don't have a relationship with my mom. And she's obviously fine with that, so I should be as well. She is trying the best that she can, and who am I to judge her because she's not living up to my expectations of a mother. Lowering my expectations to be happy.
Well I've been saving up for quite a while, and have been getting ready for months. I finally have a stamp in my passport. Wait, I finally have a passport as well! This month I went to Cancun, specifically, Playa De Carmen (which is really just down the coast from Cancun). I went with BreAnn, Gabby, and Jeremy from October 10-15. We stayed at the BlueBay Grand Esmeralda all inclusive resort.
What I learned:
Always go with all inclusive.... it was awesome
Take bug spray!
Look up hurricane season
Schedule excursions before
Figure out the currency rate
Take lots of books
Take small cash for tips (everyone wants them)
Would I stay at the BlueBay again? Probably not, just because there are so many other resorts, that I'd like to try a new one, possibly with better bug control in the rooms. The customer service was horrible. The grounds were beautiful. Food was decent. It was far from the airport, and far from the city. The beach was beautiful. The drinks were great. It wasn't a horrible experience, however i think they could have done better.
So how did I spend all 6 days?
The first day was TRAVEL, all day. We left around 5:45 am, got in around 8 at night (hooray delays). We had dinner and went down to the beach and the swing bar (literally swings) and then went to bed
The second day: CHICHEN ITZA!!!!! The actual site was amazing. The tour itself could have used some work. It was a LONG drive out to the site, and the tour guide spoke Spanish and English, and would switch back and forth between the two without any warning so that was rather annoying. The actual pyramid was so amazing! We made a few annoying stops along the way, but were again gone from around 7:00 am- 8 pm (I still hadn't seen the ocean from our hotel!)
Third day: Who knew doing nothing could be so exhausting. We laid by the pool. Ate food. Drank delicious drinks of pina colada and daiquiris. Ate more food. Checked in on home. More sun time by the pool and by the ocean. Bed time
Fourth day: Jungle Maya expedition. This one was SO fun. We woke up early, but had a great tour guide, and the site wasn't super far from our hotel. We did so many activities! Swimming, repelling, zipline, had authentic Mayan meals, and my favorite part was snorkeling in the Cenote called Nohoch Chich Cenote System. Wow, words can't really do this justice. I didn't have a waterproof camera, but I googled this sytem, and found some pictures OTHERS have taken, just go check those out! http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=Nohoch+Chich+Cenote+system&FORM=HDRSC2 Amazing right?! So we wrapped up that tour and were home by around 3, giving us PLENTY of time for more sunshine!
Fifth day: More doing nothing, I think the biggest thing I accomplished was reading a whole book. We finished all of our tourist shopping, and just laid around in some sunshine! It was so fantastic
Sixth day: MORE travelling. This time however we left the hotel around 9 am, and I was back to my house around 7:30. We only had an hour and a half layover in Dallas, but had to go through customs. We BARELY made our next flight. That's with running through the airport. It was exciting and oh so stressful. I just wanted to be home. And what did I come home to? Well actually I was picked up at the airport by Taylor. I don't think I've ever seen someone so excited to see me :) He made me feel so loved and missed, and it was just wonderful to see him. When we got home, we just relaxed, opened presents, and he showed me all of the hard work he'd done around the house. He re-arranged my room! Not only that, but he deep cleaned it, vacuumed years of dust from the floor boards behind my bed. Ya wanna know somethin else? He got Bella to eat food! Her food. Not cat food. No one has ever been able to get Bella to eat her real food other than me! So we were all a bit excited about that.
So being in Mexico was awesome. I had a true relaxing vacation. I came home and felt slightly stressed with everything I had fallen behind on in my days of absence, but felt rejuvenated. I do not miss the bug bites, I came home with probably near 100 (not exaggerating). Now, here are LOADS of pictures!
| Our hotel lobby, very pretty |
| A cenote on the way to chichen itza |
| The ball field at chichen itza |
| Snakes! |
| Oh, just being a tourist |
| The site was covered by ruins, everywhere you looked |
| a smaller building on the site |
| Talked down the merchant from $45 for the dress, to just $20 (totally worth it) |
| The hotel grounds were FILLED with these guys, and they weren't scared, but I was |
| Some of the rooms had a swim up pool |
| Pathway at the resort, it was so green! |
| The beach! |
| Playing on the beach |
| Our last day was so peaceful! BreAnn and I woke up early to go read on the beach |
| The pool at the resort |
| "Soldiers" at chichen itza |
| This is a Dehon (spelling?!) |
| The well at Chichen Itza |
| Carvings |
| The first view of the pyramid |
| Close up of the snakes going down the pyramid |
| Our gate to our resort, I felt like we were on Jurassic Park |
The theme of September could be "lake of paradise" or something similarly cheesy. We got to go to bear lake, Lake Powell (AMAZEBALLS), and Willard Bay. Ya know what? I've picked up a new hobby..... wake boarding. Oh I can't wait to dish more money into another hobby. The good news? It will help keep my legs in shape for snowboarding season, oh and it's a blast. Taylor has gotten quite good himself as well, he's officially doing tricks, while I'm still at the stage where I can get in and out of the wake without falling (yay!) We've just been trying to squeeze every drop out of summer this month, and I think we've been doing a good job. I went up to Bear Lake with Taylor's friends a few weekends ago, and invited some of my friends up. Windmill McFirepants (the public masturbating 7 year old), new huka, good friends, and sunshine were just fantastic.
Every year, Taylor's dad has a group of friends that go down to a timeshare on a houseboat in Lake Powell, the Paige side. We were invited and I was able to get two days off of work to make it an extended weekend. Lake Powell is simply amazing. It's gorgeous. Secluded. Screams luxury. This is where I decided to try my hand at wakeboarding (there was a boat with a wake tower and a girls wakeboard).... and I got up! And did pretty well actually. I'm officially hooked. On our way back home, we decided to go up through the Zion route.... WONDERFUL decision. I can't believe that is in Utah, it's simply stunning, everywhere you look. Taylor and I can't wait to go back and do some real exploring. AND I bought a yearly national parks pass which means I can get in for free at all of the National Parks.... ummmmmm mini weekend trips will have to happen!
I've also gotten into rock climbing a bunch more. I've had the pass for about a year, but the whole episode of me dating the climbing gear shop's owner and then just getting lazy kept me from really getting serious. Well finally, I've found a girlfriend who climbs, and have just decided it's time to buckle down. I've seen significant improvement! Last night I was even able to do a little lead climbing lessons. That's the sort of climbing where you don't have a top rope, you clip in as you climb.... it's the type of climbing that's done outside. I can't wait to get good enough to get my butt outside!
So that's a good synopsis of my life the past few weeks. I'm falling more in love with that handsome man I call boyfriend day by day.... I think I'll have to do a blog here soon highlighting the reasons as to why I've decided I'm a pretty lucky lady to have him.... that will be soon.
Pictures!!!!
| 30th dirty thirty party for my roommate that I threw at NickleCade |
| Taylor and Rodney battling with huka.... they're pretty much in love |
| Gah! I just love this boy. We went out for Nicole's brother's wedding to celebrate... oh boy did we celebrate |
| Puppy!!! Gabby fostered two adorable puppies and I got to play with them |
| My adorable niece... I stole this picture but I couldn't help it, she's just way too dang cute |
| One of the MILLIONS (okay, not millions) of pictures from Zions |
| Sunset at Lake Powell |
| The water got choppy at night, but this was the view from the boat |
| Woot! Outside of the wake |
| Our boat had four bedrooms, two bathrooms and a freaking slide... it was the epitome of luxury |
| First night at Powell, the sunsets were just stunning! |












