February 29, 2016 My daddy left this earthly existence and returned home to Heaven. At the beginning of the year I said to my husband, this year is going to be an odd year. I had no idea the roller coaster it would send me on.
After my dad's passing, I kept myself busy with work, training's, and even went on a cruise with my dear husband for our silver anniversary! 2 days after we returned home we got a call that my daughter in law had passed away suddenly. She hadn't been well, but we weren't aware of any life-threatening things. so much for what you think you know. We spent the next 2 weeks planning a funeral.
The week of the funeral I had to take care of a commitment. I almost cancelled and I was advised that maybe it would be good for me to have a change of scenery, so I went to a convention, and met up with some friends I hadn't seen in a long time. I discovered that when everyone's energy levels dropped, we all began having money problems. I already hadn't worked much due to my Dad's funeral and the subsequent training's, but my clientele just dropped to nothing. Money kept going out in every avenue, but not much was coming in. We created a fundraiser to help with the cost since there was no life insurance, and wow the blessing of that was indescribable!
So here I was on my way to a convention and no idea how I was going to pay for anything. The whole 3 hours in the car I prayed that the little amount of money I had would stretch and I would make it. God answers prayers!
I wrestled with allowing myself to immerse in the convention experience or sit back and wallow in my grief. My daughter in law meant the world to me and the hole that was left was so unbearable. I knew that I would not be able to be there for my grand children if I didn't take care of myself and get myself in order. I learned a few things in the process that I want to share. I had been through the grief of losing a baby. I had the grief of losing my dad, I have known grief, but nothing, no experience is ever the same and no loss can ever be replaced or duplicated. I learned that when in the midst of grief; make sure to not miss out on the things happening around you. A little distraction helps keep things in perspective and allows your energy levels to go up keeping you on a healthier plane. I have found that a lack of health resides on a low energy level. Many times we call it letting our system get down or tired, worn out, run down. This is all designed to bring our energy to a lower level to allow sickness to take hold.
I also began to notice when my grief was so high and my energy levels were so low that's when the money problems showed up. Money shows up on a higher energy plane. I knew that it was teared to my energy levels and once I was able to surround myself with the good energy I wasn't stressing so much about money and with God's help what I had stretched further.
There's a time for grief, it comes in waves like the ocean, the waves may hit us and knock us down, but it's what we do between the waves that counts. If we can find the strength to get back up and fight again, perhaps the next wave won't keep us down as long and perhaps the wave after that we will be able to withstand.
the lesson I learned in all of this is that yes, we have to grieve, we have to allow ourselves time to heal, but we also have an obligation to stand back up. Put the crown back on and find reasons everyday to move ahead and bless others, Don't quit! and find fulfillment in the little things we do.
Tuesday, August 23, 2016
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
Write your story
I am one that writes my own story, I decide the person I'll be, what goes in the plot and what does not are pretty much up to me.
These are the words to one of my favorite songs from my childhood. I loved it so much I remember writing it down on a piece of paper. There have been so many years in my life where I didn't feel like I was allowed to write my own story, but I think the words were so ingrained in my subconscious that my spirit kept searching and looking for the answer to how to write my own story.
There came a day in recent years when I began to awaken. To remember that I was on this earth for more than doing laundry or running errands, or being everything for everyone else. I had a mission. I wasn't getting anywhere by not being true to the person God created. I realized that I had spent so much of my life catering to the whims of others, hoping other people liked me, trying to please everyone. and the sad thing is that in the midst of that I believed I was being Christ-like and fulfilling my mission. But something kept nagging at me.
I had blessings in my life and I wanted all that my creator had in store for me. but this one thing kept coming to haunt me. I remember being told that I was a light, a teacher, an example. And no matter what calling I had I could not get anyone to listen to me.
I didn't know I was writing a story of frustration and undervalue. I didn't know that my body language was telling people how to treat me. I didn't know that the negative voices in my head that told me no one wanted me, no one really loved me, no one cared, no one valued me. I didn't know that those words didn't belong to me, and they were so helpful in writing more of that same story. I was Stuck!
Then I learned some tools to help me and bring awareness to what I was doing, because really! you can't change anyone but yourself, and even though I had heard those words so many times, I didn't know how to change myself. I was everyone's good little helper and I got stomped on and used as a rug.
I want to share with you one tool you can use, this tool has been a lifesaver for me and has helped me connect more with God, myself, and even my angels. This tool is called journaling.
When you write your story, go big! go strong! say everything you need to say and then, (never allowing another human being to read it) destroy it. tear it up, burn it, stomp on it, whatever you need to do to allow all that "stuff" to quit being stuffed inside of you allowing you to move forward in your life.
I saw a picture of me recently and was comparing 3 different pictures. the first was taken about 5 years ago while I was in Massage school I looked like a brick. I felt like a brick, my fellow students shuttered to work on me because my tissue was brick like! I had "stuffed" so many years of hurt and pain and life experiences, because remember I wasn't allowed to have feelings, I had to be the strong one, I was everyone's little helper. It made me physically sick and brick like.
When I began to allow the past to release from my muscles, tendons, and fascia I began to physically change. The second picture I looked at was from 2 years ago before I was able to shed some weight. I look a lot better! lumpy but not brick like. This was only a year after losing a baby at 18 weeks pregnant, and I had some stuff to let go of that kept coming up and I noticed in the picture that I had somewhat of a shape to me although it was lumpy. the third picture is recent. I have shed 25 lbs with Plexus was able to get my gut in order and my blood sugar leveled, in addition to the health aspects, I was able to continue using tools to allow more "stuff" to come up and be released. I can say that I now have a waist line, and I feel great. Of course I still have more work to do, but I not only have taken control of my health, but also I am writing my story in a whole new way!
These are the words to one of my favorite songs from my childhood. I loved it so much I remember writing it down on a piece of paper. There have been so many years in my life where I didn't feel like I was allowed to write my own story, but I think the words were so ingrained in my subconscious that my spirit kept searching and looking for the answer to how to write my own story.
There came a day in recent years when I began to awaken. To remember that I was on this earth for more than doing laundry or running errands, or being everything for everyone else. I had a mission. I wasn't getting anywhere by not being true to the person God created. I realized that I had spent so much of my life catering to the whims of others, hoping other people liked me, trying to please everyone. and the sad thing is that in the midst of that I believed I was being Christ-like and fulfilling my mission. But something kept nagging at me.
I had blessings in my life and I wanted all that my creator had in store for me. but this one thing kept coming to haunt me. I remember being told that I was a light, a teacher, an example. And no matter what calling I had I could not get anyone to listen to me.
I didn't know I was writing a story of frustration and undervalue. I didn't know that my body language was telling people how to treat me. I didn't know that the negative voices in my head that told me no one wanted me, no one really loved me, no one cared, no one valued me. I didn't know that those words didn't belong to me, and they were so helpful in writing more of that same story. I was Stuck!
Then I learned some tools to help me and bring awareness to what I was doing, because really! you can't change anyone but yourself, and even though I had heard those words so many times, I didn't know how to change myself. I was everyone's good little helper and I got stomped on and used as a rug.
I want to share with you one tool you can use, this tool has been a lifesaver for me and has helped me connect more with God, myself, and even my angels. This tool is called journaling.
When you write your story, go big! go strong! say everything you need to say and then, (never allowing another human being to read it) destroy it. tear it up, burn it, stomp on it, whatever you need to do to allow all that "stuff" to quit being stuffed inside of you allowing you to move forward in your life.
I saw a picture of me recently and was comparing 3 different pictures. the first was taken about 5 years ago while I was in Massage school I looked like a brick. I felt like a brick, my fellow students shuttered to work on me because my tissue was brick like! I had "stuffed" so many years of hurt and pain and life experiences, because remember I wasn't allowed to have feelings, I had to be the strong one, I was everyone's little helper. It made me physically sick and brick like.
When I began to allow the past to release from my muscles, tendons, and fascia I began to physically change. The second picture I looked at was from 2 years ago before I was able to shed some weight. I look a lot better! lumpy but not brick like. This was only a year after losing a baby at 18 weeks pregnant, and I had some stuff to let go of that kept coming up and I noticed in the picture that I had somewhat of a shape to me although it was lumpy. the third picture is recent. I have shed 25 lbs with Plexus was able to get my gut in order and my blood sugar leveled, in addition to the health aspects, I was able to continue using tools to allow more "stuff" to come up and be released. I can say that I now have a waist line, and I feel great. Of course I still have more work to do, but I not only have taken control of my health, but also I am writing my story in a whole new way!
Tuesday, August 9, 2016
Accomplishments
Someone asked a question recently, "what makes you feel accomplished?" This blog post is mostly for me to reach deeper and remind myself what makes me accomplished.
LOL once I have something done and it isn't hanging over my head anymore I feel accomplished. As I look back at my life I can see that I have finished some things that are accomplishments. I have given birth to 9 children. I have raised 13. I entered my marriage as a Step-Mother and I lived! :)
I have a beautiful voice, I sang in the high school choirs of Acappella and madrigals, I was excellent in the colorguard, I am a great teacher of small children.
I am talented as a Massage Therapist, I am a great Mother, Wife, daugher, sister and friend. I love my sisters in the Relief Society and do a great job fulfilling my calling as Relief Society President.
I am a great example. I show the way and I go first. I am a wise mentor, one who has great experience and can help others along their path. I have succeeded in being in front of audiences doing presentations. I know a lot about health and herbs. I am great at quilting and have quilted many quilts.
when given a task I rise up to the challenge, I may not always succeed, but I always do my very best. I am self taught at sewing. I am musical and have challenged myself to learn the guitar. I have written several songs of my own.
I am great at being on time. mostly early. I have taken out many slivers out of kids to their dismay and relief.
I am a survivor! I have been to hell and back in my life and learned tools to keep me moving forward.
I can start a fire! no, really like a real live camp fire. lol this didn't happen until recently.
I am a wiz at the computer. I can say I know how to use it better than the kids.
I have successfully used livestream on facebook, and periscope on twitter.
I have created an alliance to help others raise their energy levels.
I have been successful as a cub scout leader. and I know how to put up a tent
warning: this list may grow in the next couple of weeks as I finish my CD and do more presentations
LOL once I have something done and it isn't hanging over my head anymore I feel accomplished. As I look back at my life I can see that I have finished some things that are accomplishments. I have given birth to 9 children. I have raised 13. I entered my marriage as a Step-Mother and I lived! :)
I have a beautiful voice, I sang in the high school choirs of Acappella and madrigals, I was excellent in the colorguard, I am a great teacher of small children.
I am talented as a Massage Therapist, I am a great Mother, Wife, daugher, sister and friend. I love my sisters in the Relief Society and do a great job fulfilling my calling as Relief Society President.
I am a great example. I show the way and I go first. I am a wise mentor, one who has great experience and can help others along their path. I have succeeded in being in front of audiences doing presentations. I know a lot about health and herbs. I am great at quilting and have quilted many quilts.
when given a task I rise up to the challenge, I may not always succeed, but I always do my very best. I am self taught at sewing. I am musical and have challenged myself to learn the guitar. I have written several songs of my own.
I am great at being on time. mostly early. I have taken out many slivers out of kids to their dismay and relief.
I am a survivor! I have been to hell and back in my life and learned tools to keep me moving forward.
I can start a fire! no, really like a real live camp fire. lol this didn't happen until recently.
I am a wiz at the computer. I can say I know how to use it better than the kids.
I have successfully used livestream on facebook, and periscope on twitter.
I have created an alliance to help others raise their energy levels.
I have been successful as a cub scout leader. and I know how to put up a tent
warning: this list may grow in the next couple of weeks as I finish my CD and do more presentations
Tuesday, August 2, 2016
Just have to say something
More and more online I find a saying that rubs my spirit the wrong way. The words are not always the same but the message is the same. If you find someone in your life who is toxic you can walk away from that relationship.
The first thing I wonder when I read that is What Would Jesus Do? I'm so glad that when I become a "toxic" person my husband, parents, children, and Christ don't give up on me.
I think we all go through phases of depression, anger, frustrations, etc... and while I understand that we don't need to stay in unhealthy relationships, I have also heard many say that they needed to walk away from their responsibilities toward their spouse, parent, or child because the relationship was toxic. At what point did we become people who give up on our loved ones? Because of different religious or other types of views? What makes it ok to say to your spouse of 15 years that you can no longer be married or keep the promises of marriage because they are too toxic? I think the message we are sending to the next generation is that it's perfectly fine to walk away from our responsibilities and family relationships because we deem them as toxic.
I think there are times when people are removed from our life, by their own choice and it's probably a good idea to not chase after them, but even in that situation, where is the hand of friendship, compassion, unconditional love towards that person. I have had people move away from me, and in some cases I knew that it was God's hand that there needed to be some distance. Do I remove them from my list of friends? of course not, I recognize it for what it is, send love and caring thoughts and prayers towards them and not let it bog me down. Yes I have people in my life I don't talk to much but mostly it's because we have grown apart and no longer have things in common. The "toxic" people? those who continually gripe and complain?
I have always maintained that as long as I do my part God will do his and if it is meant for that person to have a change of heart it will be so, if not then it will be what it is and by their own choices, then they will stand on the outside looking in. NOT because I pushed them away, but because there isn't any common ground.
Let's find unconditional love for our fellow man instead of judgement and labeling
The first thing I wonder when I read that is What Would Jesus Do? I'm so glad that when I become a "toxic" person my husband, parents, children, and Christ don't give up on me.
I think we all go through phases of depression, anger, frustrations, etc... and while I understand that we don't need to stay in unhealthy relationships, I have also heard many say that they needed to walk away from their responsibilities toward their spouse, parent, or child because the relationship was toxic. At what point did we become people who give up on our loved ones? Because of different religious or other types of views? What makes it ok to say to your spouse of 15 years that you can no longer be married or keep the promises of marriage because they are too toxic? I think the message we are sending to the next generation is that it's perfectly fine to walk away from our responsibilities and family relationships because we deem them as toxic.
I think there are times when people are removed from our life, by their own choice and it's probably a good idea to not chase after them, but even in that situation, where is the hand of friendship, compassion, unconditional love towards that person. I have had people move away from me, and in some cases I knew that it was God's hand that there needed to be some distance. Do I remove them from my list of friends? of course not, I recognize it for what it is, send love and caring thoughts and prayers towards them and not let it bog me down. Yes I have people in my life I don't talk to much but mostly it's because we have grown apart and no longer have things in common. The "toxic" people? those who continually gripe and complain?
I have always maintained that as long as I do my part God will do his and if it is meant for that person to have a change of heart it will be so, if not then it will be what it is and by their own choices, then they will stand on the outside looking in. NOT because I pushed them away, but because there isn't any common ground.
Let's find unconditional love for our fellow man instead of judgement and labeling
Lessons from the River
Lessons from the River:
1. Always take a buddy on your adventures. You never know what surprises will be in store for you
2. Stop to pick up and admire rocks - they serve as stepping stones to help you along your way. Sooth and cool achy muscles after they are tumbled and refined to reveal the natural beauty of the stone.
3. Respect the River - Rivers are fun, they provide cool water and entertainment on a hot day. Water to drink, sometimes fish to eat. Rivers give life to animals, humans, and plants. it can also take that same life wiping out crops, sweeping away landscape and everything in it's path.
4. Admire the beauty of the river and all it's gifts. Rivers don't listen to the opinions of others they just carry on and flow with the majesty with which they were created.
Sunday, March 6, 2016
Daddy's girl
Last week I got a message that said my daddy was in a bad way and I needed to come. I went home from church, grabbed a few items of clothes and my overnight case and rushed 4 hours to see my daddy. He wasn't too responsive but I could talk to him and hold his hand and rub his legs while he worked his way out of this life.
The experience reminded me of when I have a baby.The veil is very thin, and almost like automatic everyone around speaks in quieter tones. There is a reverence that surrounds the place.
The family gathers and waits. talks amongst themselves and almost in turn, they come in and talk to you. The very presence of these people surrounding you giving you their support and love, gives you strength to do what you need to do. I watched daddy struggle to be present while my son hugged him and told him how much he loved him. Daddy turned and although you couldn't tell what he was saying the words were sweet and loving. He wanted so badly to speak to his grandson. The crazy thing was that even though we didn't hear the words I think we all know what he said in our hearts, because the love he spoke was greater than any words we could hear.
It was getting very late on Sunday and I hated to leave, but I knew I had to sleep. I went into his room to tell him goodnight and I told him I would be back first thing in the morning. Clear as day he said OK. There was almost excitement in the house as everyone gathered around his tiny room to hear any words or sounds he might utter.
Monday night as people came and went we seemed to almost take turns just basking in all that was him. We talked, remembering the good times and for me wondering if what was happening was even real. I felt like I was in another universe and at the same time I knew it was time and there was a feeling of peace. I was sitting in the living room and could feel the veil thinning so much that the presence of loved ones on the other side was incredible. Their spirits are so strong and the whole air in the house changes, and perhaps by instinct you know that the time is at hand. It seemed as though there were many who came to take him home.
Daddy never wanted me to worry about him. A few weeks ago when he was in the hospital I couldn't make it up to Salt lake and I called him. His heart was only working about half way, he was in a lot of pain and his legs had so much atrophy they looked black, blue and really red. (at least from the pictures my sister sent me) I was talking to him and with every breath he reassured me he was ok and he wasn't going anywhere. Monday night all I wanted him to know was how much I loved him and that I was ok, his baby girl was going to be alright with what he needed to do.
My Daddy made returning home look easy. He had suffered for so long, I remember that many times over the years, that we would be talking, and he would hunch over and we would ask if he was alright and invariably he would respond almost out of breath, "It's ok it will pass" His pain is now passed.
When my Daddy left this mortal existence he looked young, he looked free from the pain and suffering of this world. It was as if every stress, every worry, every part of him was finally at peace.
This past week has been a whirlwind. Is it possible to miss someone who just left? There's now an empty place in this world but the next world has gained back an incredible person. A loving man who loved the Lord with all his heart, might, mind and strength. A man who wanted so much for his children to put Christ first in every part of their lives. A man whose children and grandchildren were the very breath he breathed every day. This man who loved so unconditionally that every soul who came into his life knew they were loved. This man who left behind an incredible legacy, shoes that just can't be filled.
This Man Returned Home ~ on Monday February 29, 2016 ~ With HONOR!
Below is my song I wrote for my Daddy almost 7 years ago, when we worried we may lose him back then. I was in the Hospital trying to keep my baby alive after my water broke at 30 weeks. I got a call saying that daddy was in dire straights. The hospital where he was had given up on him, the nursing home had given up on him. My sister Janae, went to see him and he cried and said please don't leave me here. She went straight away and got 2 people and took him home. He could barely speak and barely walk, but her and her family worked diligently and gave us another 7 years of borrowed time. Because of the borrowed time I was able to give him this song while he was still with us. This song is my tribute this this incredible human being I am lucky enough to call my Daddy.
_______________________________________________________________
In dreams of childhood far in the past are memories of daddy forever to last with child like faith
we took his hand he held on tight and taught us to stand.
Late in the evening there at his knee strumming his 12 string he taught us to sing, campfires
and car rides wherever we roam there’s music and stories to take us back home
Chorus: Sing for the memories sing for the day this one’s for daddy as he leads the
way his armor is bright his duty is clear he stands triumphant for those he holds dear.
Patiently waiting a job to be done His hair in pink curlers his daughters had won.
Shooting up tin cans is always much fun his pancakes and jerky will bring out the sun
Our dad is a Scotsman an Englishman too he’s proud of our lineage we should be too
they’re watching and waiting seeing us through making them proud is a job we must do
Chorus: Sing for the memories sing for the day this one’s for daddy as he leads the way his
armor is bright his duty is clear he stands triumphant for those he holds dear.
The experience reminded me of when I have a baby.The veil is very thin, and almost like automatic everyone around speaks in quieter tones. There is a reverence that surrounds the place.
The family gathers and waits. talks amongst themselves and almost in turn, they come in and talk to you. The very presence of these people surrounding you giving you their support and love, gives you strength to do what you need to do. I watched daddy struggle to be present while my son hugged him and told him how much he loved him. Daddy turned and although you couldn't tell what he was saying the words were sweet and loving. He wanted so badly to speak to his grandson. The crazy thing was that even though we didn't hear the words I think we all know what he said in our hearts, because the love he spoke was greater than any words we could hear.
It was getting very late on Sunday and I hated to leave, but I knew I had to sleep. I went into his room to tell him goodnight and I told him I would be back first thing in the morning. Clear as day he said OK. There was almost excitement in the house as everyone gathered around his tiny room to hear any words or sounds he might utter.
Monday night as people came and went we seemed to almost take turns just basking in all that was him. We talked, remembering the good times and for me wondering if what was happening was even real. I felt like I was in another universe and at the same time I knew it was time and there was a feeling of peace. I was sitting in the living room and could feel the veil thinning so much that the presence of loved ones on the other side was incredible. Their spirits are so strong and the whole air in the house changes, and perhaps by instinct you know that the time is at hand. It seemed as though there were many who came to take him home.
Daddy never wanted me to worry about him. A few weeks ago when he was in the hospital I couldn't make it up to Salt lake and I called him. His heart was only working about half way, he was in a lot of pain and his legs had so much atrophy they looked black, blue and really red. (at least from the pictures my sister sent me) I was talking to him and with every breath he reassured me he was ok and he wasn't going anywhere. Monday night all I wanted him to know was how much I loved him and that I was ok, his baby girl was going to be alright with what he needed to do.
My Daddy made returning home look easy. He had suffered for so long, I remember that many times over the years, that we would be talking, and he would hunch over and we would ask if he was alright and invariably he would respond almost out of breath, "It's ok it will pass" His pain is now passed.
When my Daddy left this mortal existence he looked young, he looked free from the pain and suffering of this world. It was as if every stress, every worry, every part of him was finally at peace.
This past week has been a whirlwind. Is it possible to miss someone who just left? There's now an empty place in this world but the next world has gained back an incredible person. A loving man who loved the Lord with all his heart, might, mind and strength. A man who wanted so much for his children to put Christ first in every part of their lives. A man whose children and grandchildren were the very breath he breathed every day. This man who loved so unconditionally that every soul who came into his life knew they were loved. This man who left behind an incredible legacy, shoes that just can't be filled.
This Man Returned Home ~ on Monday February 29, 2016 ~ With HONOR!
Below is my song I wrote for my Daddy almost 7 years ago, when we worried we may lose him back then. I was in the Hospital trying to keep my baby alive after my water broke at 30 weeks. I got a call saying that daddy was in dire straights. The hospital where he was had given up on him, the nursing home had given up on him. My sister Janae, went to see him and he cried and said please don't leave me here. She went straight away and got 2 people and took him home. He could barely speak and barely walk, but her and her family worked diligently and gave us another 7 years of borrowed time. Because of the borrowed time I was able to give him this song while he was still with us. This song is my tribute this this incredible human being I am lucky enough to call my Daddy.
_______________________________________________________________
In dreams of childhood far in the past are memories of daddy forever to last with child like faith
we took his hand he held on tight and taught us to stand.
Late in the evening there at his knee strumming his 12 string he taught us to sing, campfires
and car rides wherever we roam there’s music and stories to take us back home
Chorus: Sing for the memories sing for the day this one’s for daddy as he leads the
way his armor is bright his duty is clear he stands triumphant for those he holds dear.
Patiently waiting a job to be done His hair in pink curlers his daughters had won.
Shooting up tin cans is always much fun his pancakes and jerky will bring out the sun
Our dad is a Scotsman an Englishman too he’s proud of our lineage we should be too
they’re watching and waiting seeing us through making them proud is a job we must do
Chorus: Sing for the memories sing for the day this one’s for daddy as he leads the way his
armor is bright his duty is clear he stands triumphant for those he holds dear.
Saturday, February 27, 2016
Let others Care for you
I had an experience this past week that really hit home to me. I scheduled an appointment with a lady for a facial. This may seem like not a big deal, but for me it was. I am 44 and had never had a facial.
I grew up in a atmosphere where you just didn't seek out services you could do at home and you didn't do anything for yourself unless it was a necessity.
I am a Massage Therapist and will on occasion get massages for myself. The problem being that it is usually out of dire need or guilt because I was trading with someone so I had to fulfill the trade. I have to admit I haven't had a massage where I felt like I wasn't on the job. One of the perils of the industry I suppose.
I showed up to my facial appointment at the lady's house. She had a very nice room set up with soft music playing. very similar to what I would do for my own clients. I disrobed from the neck to the waist put on a wrap around towel and got under the sheets and blanket.
I found the table very comfortable and relaxing. Knowing it was my first facial the esthetican was extra careful to explain to me exactly the process. As she worked on me I realized that I was relaxed!
I also realized that it felt good to have someone else take care of me without expectation of wanting anything from me (except payment of course ;) ) Someone was taking care of me without wanting my time in return.
Wow. That was pretty profound. I wasn't getting my duly needed massage session to keep me prime for my job. I was getting a facial which is pampering but also something that is doing good for my outside as well as my inside. I could relax without it being about my job and get the needed refreshed feeling to go home and take better care of my family and even go back to work on Monday to take better care of my clients.
Is it important to let someone else take care of you when you are the care taker? I see this all the time. I have many clients who are care takers and they come to me completely worn out. Not just physically but emotionally and mentally also. I can take care of them like this beautiful lady took care of me so they can go back to taking care of those who need them. It's a beautiful cycle that we need to understand.
I get many blessings for taking care of others. She got a blessing for taking care of me and I got a blessing for allowing her to.
By the way, I am amazed at how great my face feels and looks. My hubby commented how much I glowed all afternoon. Our bodies were designed to be touched. Our skin works hard. our muscles work hard, It's ok to let someone take care of us.
I grew up in a atmosphere where you just didn't seek out services you could do at home and you didn't do anything for yourself unless it was a necessity.
I am a Massage Therapist and will on occasion get massages for myself. The problem being that it is usually out of dire need or guilt because I was trading with someone so I had to fulfill the trade. I have to admit I haven't had a massage where I felt like I wasn't on the job. One of the perils of the industry I suppose.
I showed up to my facial appointment at the lady's house. She had a very nice room set up with soft music playing. very similar to what I would do for my own clients. I disrobed from the neck to the waist put on a wrap around towel and got under the sheets and blanket.
I found the table very comfortable and relaxing. Knowing it was my first facial the esthetican was extra careful to explain to me exactly the process. As she worked on me I realized that I was relaxed!
I also realized that it felt good to have someone else take care of me without expectation of wanting anything from me (except payment of course ;) ) Someone was taking care of me without wanting my time in return.
Wow. That was pretty profound. I wasn't getting my duly needed massage session to keep me prime for my job. I was getting a facial which is pampering but also something that is doing good for my outside as well as my inside. I could relax without it being about my job and get the needed refreshed feeling to go home and take better care of my family and even go back to work on Monday to take better care of my clients.
Is it important to let someone else take care of you when you are the care taker? I see this all the time. I have many clients who are care takers and they come to me completely worn out. Not just physically but emotionally and mentally also. I can take care of them like this beautiful lady took care of me so they can go back to taking care of those who need them. It's a beautiful cycle that we need to understand.
I get many blessings for taking care of others. She got a blessing for taking care of me and I got a blessing for allowing her to.
By the way, I am amazed at how great my face feels and looks. My hubby commented how much I glowed all afternoon. Our bodies were designed to be touched. Our skin works hard. our muscles work hard, It's ok to let someone take care of us.
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