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Drill bits, glass bottles and Vajrasana*

Hey all. Good news. I looked in the couch cushions, 

and there it was. My mojo. 

 

Last I wrote, I was feeling pretty flippin' defeated by this whole process. (Really??)

 

So I followed every bit of good advice I know.

"If you want to feel self esteem, do esteemable acts."

(thanks Holly)

 

I you feel like there's nothing you can do

"DO SOME SHIT"

(thanks coli)

 

So I fixed just about everything in the house that needed fixing. 

Helped me feel a bit better. 

And the house looks fucking AMAZING. 

(Thanks Dad, for showing me how to be a queen of tools)

 

I even took down the track lighting fixtures in our kitchen 

that were once been shiny and bright and were now brown with 16+ years of kitchen grime

It took blades and chemicals to get off, but they sparkle. And are converted to LED. 

HELLLLLLS YES

 

REVELATION! Looking at stuff that needs fixing doesn't get it fixed.

Fixing it fixes it.

So after 36 hours of polishing, gluing, clamping, rewiring, screwing, scraping, drilling, sanding, staining, organizing, pitching, sharingandcaringhanding, oiling, and THEN organizing all my tool, i realized...

 

METAPHOR WARNING:  

Your tools gotta be organized. You can't fix anything if you can't find your tools. 

 

Yeah, you gotta do the work.

Or as my sweet nephew Sam said, 

figure out how to recalibrate myself. 

(thank you sweet Sam)

Always a fan of words, that little text was truly a pivotal moment

for me getting my ass of the couch and my head out my ass. 

 

My sweet, kind, honest, smart, patient Molly gave me one of the best pep talks ever. 

"Let's make a plan. And act on it, immediately."

She lets me feel it all. And then inspires me to fix all I can. 

(thank you, Mols)

 

Oh, and surround yourself with people that do shit. Like play women's hockey.

(thank you Cathy)

 

And lucky me, it was a derby weekend. 

And if ever there was a group of take-no-shit-get-it-done-got-your-back women, this is it.

Sweaty hugs. Muscles galore. Raw pep talks. And super smart advice. 

(thank you derby goddesses)

 

I am the mother of a daughter.

And now that my girl is home from a week in sunny pools and long workouts, 

I want more than ever to be back on my good role-modeling game

(thank you, shorty)

 

 

so here it is....

THE MENOPAUSE + MEDICATION PLAN:

Hot flashes = easily removable layers, fan, spritz bottles, showers right before bed and mad hydration

Wacked vision = eye doc and new specs and contacts (tomorrow)

Achy joints = supplement research and stretch my ass off. (oh if only it was that easy)

Mood rollercoasters = dog walks, write, talk to friends, kick ass therapist

Funky stomach = that one kinda worked itself out. THANK GOD. I don't have to watch TV by myself anymore. 

Remembering anything = write lists, set alarms, breathe 

Anything else = Lizzo. Real loud Lizzo

 

Recalibrate. Recalibrate. Recalibrate. 

Take care of your space. Take care of you. Take care of others. 

 

I am so not infallible, but I get my legs back under me,

even if it looks like a turtle trying to flip itself over.

And my people help me do that, over and over, 

(thank you, my people)

 

So look around. See what's broken**. Make a plan. And then do some shit. 

If feels really good. 

 

Love, 
Ginnie

 

PS: Fuck cancer

 

*Vajrasana is sanskrit for sitting back on your heels. It hurts so good.

**if you're broken thing needs a tool and you're not sure on your plan, i've got your back. 

 

 

 

 

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Comments (3)

  • jean
    jean

    Inspiring to ALL of us - as usual... Now I've gotta do some shit!

    5 months ago · Reply
  • Cecily Sommers
    Cecily Sommers

    Love and 'hurray' you! - Cecily

    5 months ago · Reply
  • Cathy
    Cathy

    YES! I'm not big on religion but I think I'd be a follower if you started one :-) Or a motivation speaker :-)

    5 months ago · Reply

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