Misery was predicted and two people were lined up to help me. One person spent the night to help with the baby and another came in the morning to drive me to and from the appointment. As my "prep" work commenced the day before, I was told I seemed to be tolerating it well.
Honestly, I didn't think it was as bad as I'd heard it described. Then I realized that it was the most time I'd had to myself in months! I had the luxury of alone time! (I'll stop just short of saying it was "great.") I even got a warm blanket and a very nice nap! The truth is... my colonoscopy was a little bit like a vacation. ;)
Like a day at the spa...
This week I will be going to the REAL spa to celebrate my clean bill of health - thank you very much. LOL
Have you ever tried complaining to your doctor about how
hard it is to eat healthy? Mine told me I had to change my thoughts.
Instead of thinking about how hard it is, "Just think of making better choices." Every day, every meal is a choice. It seemed simple enough.
That thought lingered with me throughout the week. By
thinking of how hard it is (and before you say “it’s not that hard”- please keep in mind that I'm taking care of
two dogs and a baby) I was focused on the challenge. Changing my mind is simple
enough, but not always easy. My doctor was right. While focused on the
challenge, I was sabotaging my own power. It’s not something difficult. It’s a simple
choice. Remembering that I DO have a choice is empowering. It allows me to take
the reins. With that in mind, I started making healthier food choices.
I carried the idea of changing my mind over to other things
too. All day long I make up silly songs to entertain the baby. I decided some
of the lyrics needed a change.
“Ay, ay, ay, ay… no sir I have no bananas” soon became “Ay,
ay, ay, ay… Yes I do have some bananas.” (What can I say, he thinks the word
“banana” is hilarious.) “Bananas, bananas galore... Bananas yes please I’ll have
more… Ay, ay, ay, ay… How I do love my bananas” etc. (You get the idea.)
Why would I repeat a lyric about a state of lack? Why
wouldn’t I sing from a place of bounty and reinforce THAT idea? Hello? What was
I thinking?
Of the thousands of thoughts we have in our heads all day
long, what do we keep repeating to ourselves that we could change? How can I
continue to change my song and improve my life? This week, I’ll listen closely
and #changemysong.
I've been so busy with baby and family lately. I felt a strong desire to get back to some music and singing (and not just baby songs - which I sing ALL THE TIME). I found a necklace pendant made from a "reclaimed singing bowl" and thought it would be the perfect thing to help me focus on singing and hold that intention close to my heart. I bought it and started wearing it, thinking of music every time I put it on.
I soon received calls from four different music associates that I haven't spoken to in a while! #Cool!
Then the song "Unwritten" popped into my head and wouldn't leave. It reminded me of an anonymous quote I read recently:
"On your last day on earth,
the person you became will meet the person you could have become."
- Anonymous
I started thinking of how tragic it would be if the songs that could have been - never were. So on a long drive this week, I wrote a new song. I didn't want it to go unwritten.
Well, that was that. The whole crowd has packed up and gone home. (At times last week, there were twenty people at my house.) It's amazing how fast things can get quiet. For a moment it was sad.
Just me and the bees.
Oh - and the dog...
(Just before the other dog photobombed and everything got blurry)
and the baby.
I thought I would just sit and enjoy some quiet time.
Then as I put a few things away, I noticed the tag on one of my birthday gifts...
