Early to Rise

I’m an early riser. I mean really early. Sometimes it’s due to one of my boys. Other times, it’s when I hear the hubs wake up for a middle of the night PB&J. But mostly, it’s just due to my body’s chemistry only needing about 4-5 hours of zzzzz’s every night. I’ve always been pretty thankful for this trait – especially in my 20’s, when clubbing and working 8-5 could happily co-exist. Ohhhh, how my definition of FUN has expanded and changed….

Well, today was a 3:30a start (which is even a bit much for me).

I would’ve thought for sure during this ‘blessing’ of a ridiculously early start to my day, that I’d honour my commitment to self as I do most mornings. This me-time includes but is not limited to: spending time meditating for patience and peace during my day while at work and patience for my special needs evenings at home. Setting up my day’s events and planning out steps to take on any short term goals are ones I wish I was better at applying. But tomorrow’s another day….
Finally, I usually have a heart-to-heart prayer with God for the regular stuff- blessings for my family/ friends, good health, winning the lottery and such but try to really lean in to the answer of ‘how-can-I-best-be-of-service-to-the-world’. All this while enjoying warm hugs from my cup of hot coffee….
But today was different. Instead, here I sat, catching up on my DVR.
Nobody’s perfect, right? Even the most laser-focused, motivated, spiritual individual needs a bit of slack time… I mean, I’m right. Right??

There’s truly something to be said for unplugging from everyday stressors of life while zoning out to *well-scripted soap operas, fake-reality tv, ghost stories, ‘easy’ cooking/ DIY projects, retro game shows or awfully great 80’s movies. These can be some of life’s little gems that save our lives or at least our sanity at times.
Whatever you do, do not discount this laze-craze time bc look at what happened here for me today. In spite of me putting forth my best slacking efforts to good use this a.m., the guilt (perhaps?) of channel surfing actually led me to a realization… that this can actually be a form of self-love and self-care. Am I reaching here? NO, is my quick answer.

As long as your chillin-out activities follow these guidelines, I’ve found your motivation can and probably WILL reconnect with a quicker resurgence of power and will.
*Be gentle with yourself!
*Don’t judge the self-care packaging it comes in (bc let’s face it, it’s not always dressed up as a pedicure or a massage).
*Stop beating yourself up for every little thing you think you’re doing ‘wrong’.
*Be the fighting force that you are for your loved ones- befriend YOUR SELF.

Don’t you deserve some respite loving care? I believe you do! And so do I.

How Fear and Worry Can Magnify the WHY in Your Life

This morning’s quiet time consisted of my regular practice of prayer, meditating and allowing my thoughts to travel wherever needed for guidance and/or healing. Sometimes I get ideas for blog posts. Sometimes a song will pop into my brain (& stay there). Sometimes a warmth washes over me like a big squeeze from the Universe saying everything is going to be okay.
Today’s me-time had members of my ‘Army of Angels’ showing up to deliver peaceful hugs….
And then, BAM! An uncontrollable sobbing-fest began.
Tears for their too early departure from this earth~ Tears for their children, spouses, siblings, parents that grieve the emptiness they’ve left behind. Then, the tears filled with fear and worry sprung free… for my own children and the heartbreaks they’ll endure during their earthly stay.

*Will someone care for my autistic child with 1/10th of the love that I hold for him?
*Will my younger son be able to navigate this world for himself AND his older special needs brother?
*Will they be happy? Will they be peaceful? WILL THEY BE SAFE???
*Am I doing enough to help set them up for success?

My prayer of, “Please God, allow me 50 more healthy, happy & sound years so I may be here to advocate for my kids, for other special needs families, and for anyone I can/ should/ will help” pounds through my veins.
A heavenly hug envelops me~ reminding me that all is right in the world…. at least for right now….. in this very moment.

Which it actually is in this exact timeframe that I remember to thank my lucky stars for these moments. Because they are designed to remind me of things like *why I blog to *why I breathe.
So when life gets hairy and dirty and scary and upside-down; STOP! Take a breath, (or 12), and look around you in that precise moment and remember that EVERYTHING is peaceful (at least for that millisecond). And everything else is God’s business… and who am I to tell God how to run his business? Fore, all events in the Universe are unfolding just as they should be~ behind the scenes~ FOR YOU.

The Runaway Thought Train

Quiet meditation in the wee hours of the morning sometimes doesn’t come with “Ohhhhmmmm” and peaceful zen. Sometimes you find your mind traveling to not so pleasant thoughts….
This morning’s zen robbery:
As I inserted decorative sticky tattoos into the tiniest of slits in my Autistic child’s valentines- it occurred to me, no one verified that his Valentine’s Day Party would be today (like his brother’s in kindergarten). Along with the omission of how many kids are in his Autism Resource class plus his homeroom class. Fast forward to – “Hmmm, wonder if we were supposed to decorate a box for him or did they practice and make one with the OT therapists/ teachers in his class like last year?”. Well, too late now… bc here I sit putting final touches on some quickie DIY ideas.
Next to invade the brain:
1) Will the kids in his ‘typical’ class make fun of him if his doesn’t *fit in*?
2) Will he even notice if they do? (Sometimes ignorance really is bliss)…
3) Will he have a good time or will the heightened noises and singing and laughter spark a meltdown?
4) Repeat questions 1 & 2.
To steer the train back on track, I begin with prayers for family/ friends’ peace… or blessings of clean results for loved ones’ health tests…. to magical miracles for all. Which ALWAYS leads me to a heartfelt checklist of everything I’m truly grateful for~ every little and big thing that is right in my world.
So when you need to reel it all in, start your prayers/ mantras/ meditation over and over and over and over again until finally something divine settles in your soul.

One blogger’s road to somewhere Fun & Lucky

Once upon a time, some fellow co-workers & I (early on in my sales career) headed out for one of our happy hour outings. An ‘elder’ told a story of a previous barber shop visit he’d had of how a few of the old blokes there reminisced of a pal who had passed recently. They all went around telling tales of their friendship with him and ended by using one-word or a short phrase to capture the man’s essence: Solid, a jokester, a story-teller and the like. This ignited our Happy Hour with a challenge of choosing titles for each other and voting on the labels… thus *FUN* Maria was coined. Despite the tagged trait, some are still good friends of mine.
I kid, I kid.

I don’t think it’s probably too surprising to also share that I’ve always LOVED to play games~ board, billiards, darts, euchre, poker, casino games… you name it.
I came, I played, and sometimes, I even conquer.

In addition, my efforts haven’t been in vain~ I’ve won multiple trophies, awards and Mucho Moolah over the years, so the newest nickname that’s been given to me by some of these same friends and some new ones as well, is the *Lucky* one.

But along with these upbeat monikers, comes real life. Which can include mishaps that appear as~ down days, speed bumps that feel like mountain ranges, and one sucker punch after another. Navigating the choppy waters with my Special Needs family life, alongside a full time sales career, and good ol’ life lessons can feel anything but fun or lucky.

So EVERY SINGLE DAY, I pull up my big girl panties and allow some soul-searching moments to flourish, reset and recharge my mindset back to a place of Zen… with any luck, that is.

So if you feel inspired to, please join me as I sift through the sands of life. BC I feel guided to share ideas, give hope, shed some light or simply state my opinion on this prism’d world through my eyes.