I find myself in a space where I am longing for something more. In an epiphany, I realized this is the exact space I must make peace with. This is the space that drives me. If it wasn't for the gap, complacency would set in. Instead of allowing anxiousness and anxiety to creep in, I am intentionally creating what I want the future to look like. My entrepreneurial spirit has returned, I suppose it never left and was just lying dormant. New offerings coming soon. There is a part of me that is afraid to say that however I know I have to let it come to fruition. Stay tuned.
Let me start this post by clarifying that although I talk about weight loss, this post is NOT about weight loss. Neither is it about health per say. It's about making better decisions for me and my body so that I feel good on a consistent basis.
Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, I weighed close to 400 lbs. And honey, I was HAPPY with my chunky body. I had a load of confidence (someone cue Lizzo's new album) and I was completely healthy. No diabetes, no high blood pressure, no high cholesterol, nada, nilch....nothing. Every time I got a physical I was in the best of health however they would always talk about the risks associated with my weight and that BMI stuff. I paid them no mind.
I have challenged myself in so many ways over the years and I decided to challenge myself to lose weight. I gave up sugar, ate mostly fruits, veggies and fish and I lost a lot of weight. Then I started becoming self conscious about my body (go figure). I mentally prepared for the challenge and did it in stages. It took time and wasn't always fun but I was determined. But is this kind of lifestyle sustainable? Would you want to go forever without the things you love so much? I still don't know. It's a catch 22.
What I do know is that I got a partial hysterectomy where they took everything but one ovary. Then I developed a cyst on that remaining ovary so they took that as well and I was thrown into menopause. The ease of which I accomplished the challenges I previously placed on myself was no longer there. The willpower had disappeared. Things I hadn't eaten in years like candy bars, once again started to appeal to me. And before I knew it, I was hooked on sugar.
My hormones were out of wack. My body started aching, knees started hurting and continuous excuses were made. I just couldn't get it together. That sugar crack had a hold on me. So, I decided I wanted to go on a sugar fast. Usually I make a decision and just do it. My love always says "You go 0 to a hundred real quick". Not this time. It took me 30 days just to mentally prepare.
After all that mental preparation on the day I decided to start, I looked in the mirror into my eyes and said to myself: "Girl, you know I love you right? You know I love you no matter how big or small you are? You know I love you no matter how many belly rolls you have, right? You know that I love every jiggly part of your body, don't you? And as much as I love everything that you are right now, there are some changes that have to be made. Girl, we gotta do something different. Your knees are cracking and you get winded when you even try to think about climbing up some stairs. Boo, we have some decisions to make. What do you want? You want to feel good? OK, we can do that. What do you suggest? Where can we start? What sacrifices are you willing to make to feel good? You willing to let that sugar go? You know I love you, right? You know I got you, right? We can do this but we have to work together. You ready? You know you cute, right? OK, let's do this." And then I blasted Drake's O to 100.
I am on day 2. I am motivated and I feel good.
My mother's birthday is April 1st and her birthday became extra special to me starting with her 50th birthday. I was able to pull off a surprise birthday luncheon for her and the joy it brought made me want to continue doing something special every year.
We have done things that cost a lot of money and things that cost hardly any money. We have flown to DC to get a surprise personal tour of the White House and have dessert prepared by Obama's chef while eating at the Presidential table and we have had a sleepover where all of her sister's attended. Every year, I get excited about the planning process and each year I try to outdo myself.
This year, I decided to do a mother/daughter stay cation in Charlotte and a trip to Frankie's for a family fun day. One thing you should know about me is that I am a hotel SNOB. It is an ongoing joke in my family. I am from the hood AND I love nice things. I dreamed about luxurious things growing up. I love luxury hotel stays BUT I ball on a budget. I only stay at nice hotels at discounted rates.
For this stay, I landed a great deal at Ivey's Hotel in uptown/downtown Charlotte. (Depending on whether or not you are a Charlotte native). The hotel is tucked inside the historic Ivey's building on N. Tryon and it is gorgeous. From check in to check out, we were completely blown away by the beauty of the hotel and the hospitality of the staff. We were both unfortunately disappointed with the bed. It wasn't comfy at all and the sheet thread count was sub par. (I told you I was a hotel snob). If they would update the bed, I would definitely recommend staying at this hotel. Otherwise, I would pass on another stay.
Here is the icing on the birthday cake. There were three things that stood out to me that made me feel like I won the birthday game again. The first thing happened when we walked inside the Ivey's Hotel. My mother's eye lit up and she proceeded to tell me a story how when she was a little girl, her aunt dressed her up and brought her to Charlotte for a trip to Ivey's. She remembered how she felt going into the store and the feelings associated with that day. I had NO clue about how this hotel choice would have such a huge impact. That made me feel so good.
The second thing happened when we went to dinner at Eddie V's. I had invited two of her friends and their daughter's and they arrived before us and surprised her. The look of joy on her face....I won again.
Lastly, after spending her actual birthday at Frankie's in Huntersville bowling and playing miniature golf with my brother and nephew, my mother looked at me and said "Every year I say this is the best birthday ever, but THIS was definitely the best birthday EVER."
Pass me my crown! In the words of Nipsey Hussle, "the marathon continues". I am committed to creating lasting memories with my family. It's all we got in the end.
I was a natural stylist and salon owner for 16+ years. I enjoyed the freedom of making my own schedule and being creative on a daily basis. I did not enjoy the fact that being a business owner, if not done correctly, can take a financial toll on you.
I decided I wanted to have a new life by the time I was 50. I wasn't quite sure what that "new life" looked like and initially thought it involved going back to corporate and the security of a paycheck. I also wanted to move abroad (because corporate abroad looks way different than corporate in the U S of A. Can a sister get a siesta??) So I went back to school and got an Associate's Degree in International Business.
However, even with degree in hand, I had no idea what entering back into Corporate America looked like for me. I was intimidated by corporate jargon and had other insecurities about my abilities. My partner, forever one of my biggest cheerleaders, assured me I had nothing to worry about. He told me "The majority of people in corporate have way less skills than you." It still wasn't enough. That's why it's called "self esteem", because in the words of Katt Williams, "it's the esteem of your mother%$#^# self."
He encouraged me to take several career assessment tests, which I did, and they all came back saying I would do well in finance. FINANCE??? What the hell? I had no desire to deal with numbers. "Finance isn't just about numbers" he explained. "You are well organized and like procedures so dig deeper." Uggghhhh, you know the moment when they are right and you know it but you don't want to admit it? I listened though.
I decided to make a list of the things that I enjoyed in all my different careers (because I have had A LOT) and I also watched one of my favorite movies for the twelve millioneth time....The Devil Wears Prada. That's when I decided I wanted to be either a personal assistant (even though Miranda Priestly was hella mean) or an executive admin. Mainly because I like the intricacies of these types of positions. You are learning so much while being organized but you don't have to be in the forefront.
Long story, short.....In a world of "it's not what you know, but who you know", I landed a position as an executive admin to one of my accountant friends. In FINANCE? Isn't that ironic?? Hmmmmmm. The universe shole works in mysterious ways.
I just survived my first tax season. I learned so much. I worked so many hours and I was also reminded of just how good I am at support. Being an executive admin is an important position. I don't think people realize that. You are managing, juggling and prioritizing all at the same time. It's not for the faint at heart. And I love it. That's all I have to say about that.
As for my move abroad? That's for another blog post.
“Thereʼs a time for everything. A time to laugh, a time to cry. A time to live, a time to die.”
Those words kept repeating themselves in my head as I tossed and turned knowing I had to get up soon. I couldnʼt recall where they came from. Instead I remembered the origin of something Wayne Dyer said. It was a quote from the poet Rumi,
“The breezes of dawn have secrets to tell you. Do not go back to sleep.”
I often wake up in the wee hours of the morning fighting to go back to sleep, however, according to Wayne Dyer and Rumi, Iʼve been doing it all wrong. Thatʼs when Iʼm supposed to be awake listening to my inner self, awaiting answers from God.
There have been times in the past that Iʼve woken up, had a great idea or a poem in my head and I was sill so sleepy that I didnʼt want to even lift my phone to put the idea or poem in my notes. I thought I would remember it the next day. That rarely happened. So this morning, I listened to Rumi and didnʼt try to force myself back to sleep. Instead I listened to the raindrops outside my window and waited for the inspiration to write these words.
The past six months have been an interesting journey for me. The first time in my life that Iʼve done absolutely nothing. Iʼve been an overachiever for as long as I can remember so this feels very foreign to me. Doing “nothing”, being “lazy” as most people would say. On the contrary Iʼve done more work in the past six months than I have in my entire life. Self work. Iʼve listened to Wayne Dyer and Louise Hay and Abraham Hicks and Mooji. Iʼve listened to Deepak Chopra, Eckhart Tolle, Sadhguru, Earl Nightingale and read Nopoleon Hill, Florence Scovel- Shinn, Oprah Winfrey and Michelle Obama.
And Iʼve meditated for 85 days consecutively. All in search of answers to a question that wonʼt go away. “Whatʼs the meaning of life?” “Why am I here?”
With no obvious source of income since I decided to retire from natural hair 6 months ago, I havenʼt faced any major financial challenges. Iʼve traveled, financed a major car repair, ate breakfast, lunches and dinners with people I love and have been having a good time. Money has come from unexpected places. This lead to an epiphany that Iʼve had many times before. One directly related to a bible verse about birds that I had to Google. (Sidebar: Are you judging me right now?) Matthew 6:26.
“See the birds of the sky, that they donʼt sow, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns. Your heavenly Father feeds them. Arenʼt you of much more value than they?”
The birds know that the universe will provide. They are still required to do the work of finding the food, however they never question whether it will be there. When necessary, they know to fly south in the winter because they will find food there. They trust. They follow intuition. They survive. They thrive. And thatʼs what Iʼve been doing. Trusting, knowing, thriving.
Shout out to my friend Google once again. Because of them, I discovered where the quote came from that repeated in my head. “Thereʼs a time for everything. A time to laugh. A time to cry. A time to live, a time to die.” At first I thought it came from the movie A Time To Kill. (Sidebar: Are you judging me again right now?) Imagine my surprise to find out it was actually a bible verse. Ecclesiastes 3. If you knew that because you read the Bible and are STILL judging me right now for not knowing, Iʼm sending you love and asking you to read Matthew 7: 1-5. LOL
Being authentic and transparent for me means that I donʼt know everything, I admit to my shortcomings and Iʼm always willing to learn. Iʼm learning to be more open minded. Iʼm open to endless possibilities. Iʼm open to the fact that thereʼs more to life than paying bills and dying and Iʼm on a quest to find out what that means for me.
Of all the sources that Iʼve used on this quest, they have all pointed to the same solution: Live in gratitude. Get still. Let go of outside distractions. Go within. Thatʼs the main reason Iʼve become dedicated to my meditation practice. I know the answers come in silence. God speaks to us when we are silent enough to hear from source energy. So Iʼm being intentional about making time for my meditation practice using the Insight Timer app and Iʼm listening. Whether itʼs 5-15 minutes of complete silence or 15 to 30 minutes of guided meditation, Iʼm simply taking the time to sit in gratitude and listen.
I would like to add my own twist to the Ecclesiastes Bible verse. Thereʼs a time to overachieve and a time to chill. Iʼm chilling until I'm quiet enough to find out what this next chapter looks like. Happy 2019. God is love. Love is light. Spread love.
When my mama first invited me to go to her senior chair aerobics class, I was opposed to the idea. I thought to myself "chair aerobics is for old people." I know that I am in my version of early retirement but chair aerobics with a room full of retired ladies did not seem appealing at all. I am not by any means age discriminating, however, as a young 40 something , albeit overweight, able bodied woman I just thought that I needed to be doing something more intense than chair aerobics so I declined her offers.
She persisted, politely, because she thought I would enjoy the class, especially the teacher. He was a former children's aerobics teacher in the 90's under the moniker, Robocop. I remembered him immediately as he had a TV show on the Charlotte, NC public access channel and taught the class wearing a Robocop uniform.
One Monday morning, I decided to join her and all of my preconceived notions were destroyed. Here are 5 things I learned from taking chair aerobics.
Monday classes: 11 am (30 minute class) St. Paul Baptist Church 1401 Allen St. Charlotte NC 28205
Tuesday and Thursday classes: 11 am (45 minute classes) Rockwell AME Zion Church 6101 Rockwell Church Rd. Charlotte NC 28269
I have spent the last two months of my life doing something I don't think I have ever done before. I ALLOWED myself the freedom to just be. To discover what truly makes me happy, live in the moment and not worry about what happened in my past or what my future holds. To be lazy and not feel guilty about it.
It's been a very busy two months, in the midst of my "retirement", and I have enjoyed the moments both good and bad. I had to witness my love mourn the loss of his father, spent a lot of time with my immediate family learning new things about them, deepened my meditation practice and asked myself a lot of hard questions. Why do you think so much? What do you want to do moving forward? What makes you happy? What do you feel guilty about? Who do you need to forgive? Why do you feel responsible for other people's happiness? What makes you happy? Do you have any regrets? How can you take better care of yourself? Why is taking care of yourself first considered selfish? Have you made a difference in anyone's life? Are you proud of your accomplishments? What makes you happy? If you died today would you be satisfied with your life? What is satisfaction to you? Are you connected? How do you show love? Do you use your words to uplift or point out flaws? How can you be a better person? What makes you happy?
What makes you happy is the question I asked myself the most. Before I made any decisions, I paused and asked myself, "Will this make you happy?" If the answer was no, I said no, even if I knew it would disappoint or cause displeasure to someone else. This was VERY hard and sometimes I still gave in. It's a work in progress. If the answer was yes, I did it. I have been conditioned to do things for others because it's beneficial or helpful to them and I have been taught that "everything isn't about you", however, that has not served me well in my life. It has developed in me the need to be an overachiever, a people pleaser and left me with a lot of guilt. I don't want to live like that anymore. I want to live in satisfaction. I want to do things that make me happy because when I am truly happy, I am able to share my happy with others and give to them from a place of happiness, not a place of obligation.
Here is a list of 10 things that make me happy in no particular order:
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I am on the next part of my adventure as I bring my 30 days of self discovery to a close. I am on Amtrak headed to Durham, NC where I will spend a few days until I head back to Charlotte. I am sitting in the cafe car and this post was inspired by an adorable little boy wearing a Spiderman shirt around 5 or 6 years old. He is caramel, with big brown eyes and a short haircut. He is traveling with what appears to be his mother and two sisters. He is soft spoken and attempts to lay on his sister. His "mother" tells him that he can lean on her if she grants him permission. Positive parenting. He curiously asks her what it means to lean. She laughs and moves from her seat to show him. She gently takes his head in her hands and leans it towards his sister's shoulder. The "mother" smiles and then returns to her seat and captures the moment on her camera phone. His sister appears to be around 11 or 12 and has thick sandy colored natural hair that is in a ponytail and braided down the middle of her back. She doesn't seem to mind him leaning on her but ignores him at the same time.
I later discover from listening to their conversation, that the woman is actually their aunt. She gets up to take the little boy to the bathroom and he asks her curiously, "Is the train going to derail?" She responds gently, "no" and laughs again. I thought to myself that this was a very interesting question. Why would he ask this question? Did it come from a place of fear? A place of curiosity? What did he know about derailment? Had he heard about it on the news? Had someone in his family told him about it? And then in a flash, I thought about how this was such a metaphor for where I am in my life right now.
past tense: derailed; past participle: derailed
cause (a train or trolley car) to leave its tracks accidentally.
"a train was derailed after it collided with a herd of cattle"
* (of a train or trolley car) accidentally leave the tracks.
"the trolley cars had a tendency to derail on sharp corners"
* obstruct (a process) by diverting it from its intended course.
"the plot is seen by some as an attempt to derail the negotiations"
This is how google defines derail. I am derailing my life in so many different ways at this moment in time. Obstructing my life by diverting it from the course of complacency. I'm dissecting everything I know to be true and questioning everything in relation to what I have been told over the years. I am digging deep, questioning my relationships, my beliefs and attempting to get to the core of who I really am. It's not pretty, it's painful and it's life changing.
We are all vibrational. When we are vibrating at certain frequencies, we attract similar vibrations. For example, when we are operating on the vibration of being victimized, things will show up in our lives that cause us to be a victim. We will continue to question why we are being victimized but rarely do we take time to examine this, take responsibility and figure out why we are operating from a victim mentality. This is not self blame, this is taking a hard core look to see how we developed this mentality and what we can do to change it.
It is said that whatever we are experiencing during our birth is what we attract in our lives. From the time we are in the womb. I want to heal myself so I am doing all the work I can to do so. I sent my mother a message and asked her to describe in detail the situation surrounding my birth. How she felt during the pregnancy, the delivery itself and anything she could remember about me in her womb. I haven't read the response because I am on a train with people and don't want to cry hysterically in front of strangers. I don't know what her response entails but I know she was 18 and pregnant. That, in itself, is enough to make me cry.
When I am ready and am in a safe space I will read it, I will take note of everything that transpired for me to take my first breath. I will see how the universe conspired to make sure the sperm from my father married the egg from my mother and created a whole human being.
I am in awe of all of God's creations as I pass by trees, bodies of water, flowers, animals and buildings on this ride. I think about the individuals that God gave the idea to build houses, trains and cars and create businesses. I think about all the individuals on this train whose lives are connected as we ride together to our destinations. We are all just a speck in the universe however we all have an important role to play. Do you know how amazing you are?
Thank you for taking this time to spend with me.
Please know that in today's blog post, I will be rambling. Mostly for my own deep need for expression. There are so many guidelines as to how things should be done, including writing a blog to garner the attention of readers. We often get too caught up in who is paying attention to what we are doing. A lot of times, people are paying attention that you aren't even aware of. They don't comment or like, however they read, take the information to heart and act upon it. Those are the people I am attempting to reach as well as those that may like or comment but haven't even taken the time to read. All are welcome.
My intention for this blog is provide insight on my thought processes, offer inspiration and let people know they are not alone in their quest for that "missing something" in their lives. If am able to do that for just one person, I have succeeded.
I am still on my self discovery trip to DC. I am constantly in a mode of self discovery and to keep it real, sometimes it can be isolating. Not lonely, isolating. I do not own a TV and rarely watch unless I am visiting family and friends. I am not completely sans TV access considering I have a smartphone. I do love documentaries and movies and have watched more than my fair share since I have been in DC as my friend has a TV and Netflix. I watch Power and The Ozarks but sometimes they get too dark for me and I have to take a break.
Do you know how difficult it is to attempt to have conversations with people that spend the majority of their time watching the news? I have no idea what's going on especially currently being a social media break. I have had people tell me "You have to know what's going on in the world" and I think to myself, you mean the propaganda they are feeding us on a consistent basis in the form of fake news? You mean the fact that we can't even think for ourselves anymore? If I am feeling froggy, I actually say it out loud. And their response is usually something like "You are actually right, the news is so depressing, but I need to know if 45 is going to get us blown up." I know that my opinion is unpopular and some may even consider it ignorant, but I'd rather just randomly be doing something I love and get blown to smithereens than to be sadly sitting in a corner anticipating my demise.
I am NOT in any way judging you if you love watching the news. I completely understand the need to be "connected." I would be hypocritical to say it's a waste of time because I have wasted more than my share of time scrolling on Instagram seeing what people are doing in their lives. It's the same. I have no idea if what these people are posting is fact or fiction. And the sense of excitement you get when you find someone that enjoys watching your favorite show and sharing thoughts on what's going to happen in future episodes is exhilarating. But I am on a quest to unplug from that type of connection. I want something more. I want to make connections around vibrations, energy, spiritual liberation, ancestry and love. And sometimes that can be isolating.
Plot twist. The quest to make these new connections can't be done without looking at the harsh realities of how we have gotten where we are as a people. I visited the National Museum of African American History & Culture over the weekend. I didn't have tickets so I had to go to the 1 pm showing and the museum closed at 5 pm. I spent almost all of my time, minus the time I spent in the cafe having a $10 lunch of mac and cheese and potato salad on the first floor of the museum. The first floor is actually four levels and it is emotionally draining. I almost cried several times and rushed through the majority of the exhibit for that reason. PRIVILEGE. I am sure the people that were actually going through the things that I saw wished they could have rushed through it. I had to check myself. It started from the 1400's telling the story of how slavery began. It covered slavery, segregation, desegregation, affirmative action and more. The thing that gut checked me the most......a pair of baby sized shackles. I almost lost it. And thinking about it now brings me great sorrow.
There were people of all nationalities at the museum and as I left one question plagued me. Why do they hate us so much? Every ounce of that exhibit showed an extreme hate for black people and how the people in power manipulated that hate for their own gain. The majority of the footage that I saw in that exhibit could have been taken recently. That's the saddest part. The next day after visiting the museum, I saw Blackkklansman. Yes, it was overload.
I won't bore you with a thesis on race relations. They have already been written. I will just pose this question for those who think that racism has been exacerbated since 45 took office or that it's just propaganda to cause friction between the races. If social media or the news didn't exist would racism still exist? If your answer is no, you are privileged. You are privileged to never have experienced it first hand and you are fortunate. I have experienced it first hand and I have biases wrapped around those experiences. I wasn't even aware of those biases until I traveled abroad to Ireland. Being the only person of color in 98% of all the places I visited I found myself focusing on it consistently. At one point, while shopping at the mall, I wondered if they would think I was stealing. even though every Irish person I encountered was nothing but kind to me.
DC has definitely offered me a different perspective. Every person I have encountered since I have been here has been kind, friendly and welcoming. I cannot say the same for Charlotte. I have spoken to people and they have looked me dead in my eyes and not parted their lips, people have let doors close in my face and haven't offered any gratitude when I have held doors for them. Over the past several days, I have seen groups of people of different nationalities having meals together, walking down the streets together, an abundance of interracial relationships, people have held doors for me, said "thank you" when I held doors for them and struck up random conversations with me and it feels good. Have I found my tribe? Should I move to DC?
Class started today and I am back at it again. This time pursuing an Associate's Degree in Marketing. On May 17, 2018 I graduated from Central Piedmont Community College with an Associate's Degree in International Business. I was strategic in completing this program in 2018 because I wanted to graduate at the same time as my nephew, Evan (Mallard Creek High School class of 2018). I wanted to share this moment with him and show him that no matter what is going on in your life, if you set a goal and work towards it, you can complete it. You can find pictures of our joint graduation photo shoot captured by Michael Maxwell at the end of this post.
I am a depression survivor and have worked hard to maintain my mental health since my diagnosis in early 2000. At one point, I was even suicidal and will share more about that in future posts. I am a HUGE advocate for therapy as it was one of the tools that saved my life during that difficult time. I knew I would need help to stay mentally healthy during my return to school. My therapist was pivotal in helping to realize just how monumental this task was for me. I never gave myself credit or celebrated my victories in life. I would complete one task and simply move on to the next task. She taught me how to move past that behavior. I am forever grateful for Natasha Oates. A few months before graduation, she had me make a list of all of challenges I had to overcome to get to where I was and read it aloud. I honestly was shocked at all that I had encountered and pushed through to get to that point. Here are a few things that were on my list.
1. Third time really is a charm. Prior to returning to college, I had dropped out of school three times. First from North Carolina Agricultural and Technical State University in 1991, (AGGIE PRIDE!) second from Central Piedmont Community College in 1992 and lastly from Cosmetology School several years later. Yep, I am even a beauty school dropout.
My stint at A&T was simply a matter of unpreparedness and bad timing. I had never been away from home, never been exposed to that amount of freedom and just wasn't ready to enter college. I am so thankful that they developed the Gap year. I think quite a few students can benefit from taking a year off before going to school. I always tell people I majored in partying and minored in shopping. In college I developed a bad drinking habit and bad credit.
When I returned to CPCC in 1992, I still wasn't ready. I was working by this time so school wasn't a necessity in my eyes and I still wasn't quite sure what I wanted to be when I grew up and that still hasn't changed. I did well in classes but I lacked focus.
Years later, when I finally discovered my talent for natural hair, I decided to go to Cosmetology school to get my license. The problem was that I loved natural hair but HATED everything else I would have to learn in cosmetology like relaxers and roller sets. I wasn't learning anything that would benefit in my career as a natural stylist so I dropped out and went on to become not only a successful natural hair stylist but a two time salon owner.
2. Surgery happens. During the final year that I was in school, I had to have two separate surgeries and was diagnosed with gallstones. My thoughts are that stress increases the amount of pressure placed on our bodies and I was under a huge amount of self imposed stress. My first surgery was in January for a kidney stone that was found during a trip to the emergency room. If you are unfortunate enough to have had a kidney stone, you understand the amount of pain that I endured. I suffered for 8 hours prior to going to the ER because I thought it was just a bad case of gas. As it got worse and worse, I knew something was wrong. The ER doctor said it was too large to pass, so I would have to have surgery.
Ironically, that surgery led to my second surgery. The surgeon said I had a cyst on the one ovary that was left from a previous hysterectomy and that I needed to see an OB/GYN about it. I wasn't experiencing any pain at all in association with the cyst but decided to follow up anyway. The OB/GYN said the cyst was huge and that the ovary needed to be removed. I had a study abroad planned in June so I asked if the surgery could be postponed until then. She agreed and the surgery was scheduled for July.
In June, one week before my flight to Ireland for my study abroad, I was taken to the ER again for excruciating pain in my side. Diagnosis: Gallstones. The doctor told me that I would have to see a specialist when I returned and that I could not drink alcohol in Ireland. He was from Europe and knew Ireland's reputation for pubs. I agreed and decided to just give up drinking permanently.
I am happy to report that the gallstones disappeared, my surgery went well and I am the epitome of good health.
3. Pressure bursts pipes and creates diamonds. Life happens and if you aren't careful, it will wipe you out. Amidst all of the challenges, I graduated with honors and a 3.9 GPA. I was the first person in my immediate family to graduate from college and as Evan starts college today, I hopefully will not be the last.
I graduated at the ripe age of 46 so please know that age is only a number. It doesn't matter when you start or when you finish. If you have the determination, you can accomplish anything. Now I am back in school again to obtain another degree. I chose an additional Associate's degree because I only needed 8 classes to meet the requirements. It was a no brainer. I am not sure if I will continue on to obtain a Bachelor's degree but I am open to the possibility if a school offers me a full ride. I just enjoy learning. College is not the end all, be all and I am glad that I had the opportunity to figure out what worked best for me.
Thank you for taking time out of your day to share these moments with me. What challenges have you overcome to complete a goal that you really wanted to achieve?
Depression survivor that discovered the power of positive thinking.