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I have MS. Let’s celebrate!

I recently wrote an email to a friend I had lost contact with over the years. She knew me back in high school and a bit afterwards, but time and circumstances had conspired to allow us to lose touch with each other. These days any type of answer to the question “what have you been up to?” has to include Multiple Sclerosis. My situation in life and day-to-day experience is too wrapped up in my medical challenges to ignore. I read back the paragraph I had written and it sounded pretty ‘woe is me’ even though I was just relating facts and not commenting on how I felt about them. I added a sentence at the end of the paragraph: “On paper my life right now is pretty much a series of low points, but I’m happier now than I ever was. How unexpectedly delightful is that?!” And it is true. Being diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis was one of the best things to ever happen to me.

What a weird statement to make, right? Well, I didn’t say that having MS was a good thing. It’s not. Really, really not. If I had a magic wand and could make MS disappear I would in a heartbeat. No consideration required, it’s a “no brainer.” But the diagnosis, that is something else entirely.

The summer between my junior and senior years of high school I was really sick. Not like ‘bad cold’ sick. Not even like the flu where you aren’t dying, but it sure feels like you are. No, I was really sick. I had a high fever. I was vomiting. I wasn’t so much ‘sleeping all the time’ as I was fading in and out of consciousness independent of my will. Something was wrong with my balance; I couldn’t stand up on my own. I was paralyzed on one side of my face and down my body. Most frighteningly, I was losing time.

I remember being at the doctor’s office and being unable to do anything other than sit there and cry in pain. There were a lot of blood tests, but those were the only kind of tests that were done. The doctor concluded that I had probably picked up a virus, gave me a shot full of anti-biotics, and sent me home to get better. I wasn’t the sickest person in the house, so there was no one who was “together” enough to advocate for me and call the doctors out on their non-answers and when that was all we could get. And that word ‘probably’ really angers me, even now. The doctors I saw fully admitted they had no clue what was wrong, everything was ‘maybe’ or ‘if it’s this…’ There wasn’t even a suggestion of doing other tests or trying to find out what was wrong with me. The attitude seemed to be if there wasn’t an easy answer than there was no answer. And I was in no condition to argue.

When school started in the fall I went back, against the doctor’s recommendation. What a bad idea. I ended up missing about half of my senior year. Eventually I got better and didn’t much think about what had been wrong with me because it was over, and I was glad. I just wanted to put it behind me, and to be honest there were other things happening in my life at the time that took over.

That is when a pattern started that would continue for almost 15 years. Every few years something would go very wrong with my health. The symptoms varied each time. No doctor really looked into my past medical problems, they just focused on the current ones. I’d be really sick for a while. I’d get a diagnosis. I’d do whatever “treatment” the doctor recommended. It wouldn’t help, but then it wouldn’t matter anymore because I’d start getting better on my own.

I wish I’d kept a list of every diagnosis I was given over. I know Mono was mentioned more than once. Chronic Fatigue, Epstein Barr, and Fibromyalgia each had their turn. Arthritis was also a favorite. Some doctors got really creative with their guesses. After telling me I wasn’t depressed, one doctor put me on anti-depressants. Another doctor told me that I had some rare form of bi-polar disorder where there were no mental symptoms, only physical ones. Every time it was the same deal. The symptoms, diagnoses, and doctors changed but the pattern did not. Even when I was feeling healthy I was aware there was something wrong with me, and I started living in a constant state of waiting for the other shoe to drop.

And those were just the things doctors told me. Friends and family who had only the best of intentions would tell me that it was all in my head, what I really need was a good shrink. I was told it was an allergy, I needed to keep a cleaner house. I was told it was my diet, I needed to eat more vegetables. Once I was even told that I was just lazy, as though the person speaking could “tough love” me into being healthy. Some people in my life genuinely thought I making it up, or possibly I was experiencing physical symptoms because I wanted attention so badly.

Once when I was really sick I asked a family member for help. At that point in time I could barely get myself dressed and to a doctor’s appointment. One specialist would refer me to another type of specialist, who would then tell me it wasn’t their field and refer me somewhere else. It was a horrible, vicious cycle and I couldn’t advocate for myself to make it stop. I called this person and explained what that I needed someone who could take me to appointments and listen to what the doctor said. I needed someone who would ask questions, and be able to remember (or just write down) what I was told from one appointment to the next. Basically I needed someone to advocate for me, to be a “grown-up” or parent. This person I asked for help then told me that the only thing they would help me do was check into a mental institution, and that if I didn’t admit this was all in my head they wouldn’t have anything to do with helping me.

That story is the most blatant example of the “it’s your own fault” attitude, but it wasn’t the only time something like that happened to me. The worst part, I think, was that even though I knew something was actually, physically wrong with me I had no proof. Sometimes I’d wonder was I crazy? Did I actually need to be in a mental institution as was suggested? Was I doing this to myself? I didn’t want to be sick, I truly didn’t, but I didn’t know what was wrong so I couldn’t do anything about it except fear it.

The cycle repeated. In late 2008 I started feeling really sick again. This time I had a headache worse than any other I’d ever experienced. It didn’t seem like a migraine, I’d heard what those were like and it certainly made sense since this headache wasn’t like any other I’d had. There was one specific place in my head that hurt, and it hurt worse if I looked up or to the right. Left was okay, but right was agony. I was sensitive to light. I was dizzy. I was nauseous. I stayed in bed with the shades drawn almost all the time in an effort to “sleep it off” like it was something rest could cure. I mean, that made sense, in the past when things went inexplicably wrong with me time and rest were the only things that consistently made a difference. But then a new symptom popped up, I was seeing spots in my right eye. I figured it would go away with more rest and I made an effort to keep that eye covered and use it as little as possible to let it heal.

The strategy that had always worked in the past wasn’t working. I was getting weaker and less able to get my body to cooperate. Even walking down the hall to the bathroom was challenging. And I had lost all vision in my right eye. This round of whatever-it-was started not long after a very stressful personal event in my life and it kind of reinforced the whole “you are doing this to yourself” fear that had been planted so many years back. I reluctantly went to an urgent care expecting to get eye-drops or something along those lines, and another diagnosis of who-knows-what that would be meaningless and frustrating.

Looking back I think the Urgent Care Doctor knew exactly what was wrong with me. He refused to tell me anything, but he said it wasn’t a migraine or sinus pressure or any of the usual ‘headache’ culprits. He insisted I go immediately to see an ophthalmologist nearby. The ophthalmologist ran a few tests and looked in my eye. I think he also knew exactly what was wrong with me because he told me to go to the closest hospital and specifically ask for a brain MRI and a spinal tap. He repeated it a few times but even when I asked him what he suspected he wouldn’t say. I ended up sitting up all night in an emergency room waiting area before I could be seen. (And there aren’t enough thanks in the world for the friend who stayed with me pulling an all-nighter, leaving only when she had to go home to her baby who would be waking up soon.)

County Hospitals are pretty bad places. They are where people go when they don’t have the resources to get medical care anywhere else. They are underfunded, understaffed, and overburdened. I experienced multiple botched tests including a botched spinal tap (ow!) and had to raise a ruckus with the nurses to get them to follow doctor’s orders. In every single instance it was a case of the hospital staff not having the training or resources to do their jobs properly, I did not experience a single instance in which I felt the employee didn’t care or was just being lazy. There were just too many patients and too few qualified people. I’m not looking to get into a political debate with anyone and these facts aren’t really relevant to this post, but I feel it is important to share them.

I ended up spending almost a week in the hospital. I was lucky, I had a steady stream of friends in and out of my hospital room at all hours. People brought me books, snacks, stuffed animals, flowers, my favorite tea, anything to show me they cared and wanted to try to make things a little easier on me.

I was diagnosed with Optic Neuritis pretty quickly and given IV medication that started to restore the vision in my right eye. I never recovered my vision all the way, but in those first few days the difference was immediate.

What I didn’t know, and I think the urgent care doctor and the ophthalmologist did know, was that Optic Neuritis is often a symptom of Multiple Sclerosis. MS is diagnosed by an MRI of the brain showing lesions and a Spinal Tap ruling out a number of other things. It took a few days to get the tests done, but I was finally showing MS symptoms in front of people who knew what they looked like. “Relapsing Remitting Multiple Sclerosis” fit the exact pattern I’d experienced over all those years, and finally someone realized it.

I don’t remember who all was in the room when the doctor came in to give me my diagnosis. The hospital I was in was a teaching hospital so the doctors never came in without an entourage of students writing things down and quietly staring at me. I know that I had heard someone say “MS suspicions” at some point because, even though I didn’t really know anything about MS, I wasn’t surprised to hear the words. As soon as the doctor told me my first reaction was “just like President Bartlet!” which seemed to confuse the group of people in the room. I’m sure a few of the medical students wrote down “doesn’t seem to know who the president is” or something along those lines. They went from watching me like an animal in a zoo, to watching me like a crazy animal in a zoo. Even when I explained that the fictional President from the TV show The West Wing had MS I was greeted with blank stares. Oh well, can’t win ’em all.

I remember a nurse coming in with papers on MS printed from the internet. Later someone came in with pamphlets from the National MS Society. (I didn’t know a diagnosis came with so much homework.) A Priest stopped in to visit me, and even offered to track down a Rabbi if I wanted. A counselor of some sort wanted to talk to me about how I was feeling. (“tired, and you?”) But the truth is that I was feeling physically battered and bruised, but emotionally… Emotionally it was good. I mean, my head still hurt like crazy and you could still sneak up on me from the right side but no one was telling me this was my fault. No one used the word “maybe” when telling me what was going on.

Finally, finally I had some answers. And that made all the difference. This wasn’t something I was choosing; this wasn’t “all in my head” or any of the other things that had been suggested to me over the years. I had a name of something, something definitive. After almost 15 years of not knowing, just having the words “Multiple Sclerosis” felt like a gift. There were other people out there who had it. There were places I could go to get more information and to learn what was ahead. This is a case when the fear of not knowing is worse than anything, and I finally had the keys to unlock the information I needed. Life didn’t get easier, in fact it’s only gotten harder, but it’s gotten better.

I guess the closest analogy I can think of is being hopelessly lost in a strange city, and every time you ask directions you are told to go a completely different way than the person before had told you to go. You’re going in circles, at the mercy of other people, and none of them are helping. You are spending so much energy and effort, and getting nowhere. Getting my MS diagnosis was kind of like finding the freeway. You’re not home yet, but you finally know where you are and can start figuring out where you need to go.

It sounds so weird to say, but that is exactly why getting my diagnosis was one of the best things that ever happened to me. I’m not saying having MS is a good thing. Quite the opposite; on the list of ‘good things’ MS doesn’t even register. It’s a crappy, crappy disease that does its best to interrupt everything in your life and take away everything you love. Fighting that takes every bit of strength, both mental and physical, you have. But knowing you are not alone, knowing there are other people going through something similar, simply knowing it is a real thing and not in your head, these are invaluable things that were given to me along with my diagnosis. I am grateful.

The Fosters Screencaps

Did any of you watch last night’s episode of The Fosters? If you missed it don’t worry, here are some screencaps of my photos.

It was so cool seeing photos I took for my own amusement up there on the TV screen, truly something that will put a smile on my face as long as I live! Thanks to everyone who made it happen, and extra special thanks to an extra special friend who made it possible for me to watch it as it aired. 🙂

Chris Dallman

Thanks to my my habit of rambling on about my life in a written form I know exactly when I first listened to Christopher Dallman.

From an entry dated 10/21/09:

This morning on the drive to work I became a little bit instantly obsessed with some of the lyrics in this song…

I’m not sure when I first heard his name though. I know he had been recommended to me more than once, I know he had been recommended to me by different people, and I know that the various people recommending him were all people whose musical tastes I trusted. I’m not sure who posted a link to buy his album, but at some point probably a month before that post I was buying some CDs from a website (physical CDs, remember those?) and sort of on a whim added Chris Dallman’s CD to my virtual shopping cart. I remember thinking that I should probably listen to some samples before spending money, and I remember laughing at myself for being too lazy and deciding to just buy the thing. (I rarely did this by the way, but it seemed like a pretty safe bet at the time.) I know that the CDs came in the mail and I immediately listened to whatever I had been all excited about ordering. I tossed Chris’s CD in my car, the inevitability of Los Angeles traffic making it a good place to listen to new music. I’m not sure how long the CD sat in my car before the morning I put it in the CD player. I listened to the first 30 seconds or so of each song before skipping to the next track, just so I could get a feel for what I was in for. (The musical equivalent of reading the last chapter before starting a new book. Something I do with music, but not books oddly enough.) Track 8. Over My Head. I couldn’t bring myself to hit the ‘next’ button. The song grabbed me instantly, it felt like the lyrics were speaking directly to me.

My favorite line in the song:

learning to live is so simple
but simple ain’t easy
and easy ain’t worth your time
I should be fearless
but still now I fear this
I keep looking down while I climb

I’m not a bad driver normally, but I know I started swerving into another lane because I was so overcome by the beauty of what I was hearing and not paying attention to my surroundings. (I snapped out of that very quickly!) I spent the rest of the drive into work listening to Over My Head on repeat. I spent the next few weeks listening to the album on repeat. (Which sort of implies that I’ve stopped listening to it often. Not true at all, now I just mix it up with the rest of my favorites.) I discovered Chris was active on social media and we pretty quickly struck up a ‘twitter friendship.’

It feels strange to use the word ‘friendship’ in this context, but I don’t know how else to describe it. We chatted online. We weren’t the kind of friends who called each other when we were bored or hung out with each other in real life, but chatting regularly about our lives (albeit in a superficial kind of way) did bring some kind of familiarity to the situation. Maybe I was alone in this, but it certainly felt like Chris was a friend.

It was a gig in early November of 2009 when I first met Chris in person. I know it was a gig he did at Genghis Cohen, but somehow I didn’t journal/blog/post about it so I don’t have a lot to refer back to. It was around the release of the ‘Sad Britney’ CD (a collection of Britney Spears covers, each with Chris’s particular twist.) I remember he was surrounded as soon as he left the stage with what were obviously friends. Feeling shy, I decided not to push my way through the crowd to introduce myself, but no way was I leaving without buying the new CD. Unfortunately there seemed to be no ‘merch’ table so I had to wait until it was possible to grab Chris’s attention. Finally a small break in the crowd and I asked to buy a CD. I might have told him how much I enjoyed the set, but I didn’t introduce myself and I didn’t let him know I was one of the people he’d been interacting with online. While getting me change, Chris paused, looked me, then asked “are you bdbdb?” (My twitter name.) I was shocked he remembered my “name,” much less cared about meeting a twitter follower when so much else was going on around him at that moment. Chris smiled so brightly when I said yes. It wasn’t just me feeling this internet friendship-but-not-really-a-friendship-thing.

A sort of pattern developed where Chris would play a gig, I would bootleg the gig, Chris would pretend he didn’t know I was breaking the rules, and I would share the video files with him when I was done. On more than one occasion he even posted my videos online.

(I’ve never been called magnificent before!)

I love the music Chris makes. I think he’s got an amazing voice and is a skilled musician, but I think those two skills pale in comparison to his talent as a lyricist. I tend to collect phrases, lyrics, quotes, etc. the way some people collect stamps or spoons, and song after song I heard words that really touched me.

From Count the Shadows:

How do you measure
The difference between
The way you play and the hand you’re dealt
I must confess that
Every single day
I want to leave my cards face down on the felt

I think those are some very powerful words and ideas. Just like my tattoos, those words speak to me on a very deep and personal level. I’m out of wrists to tattoo (I should have been an octopus!) but I did come across someone who makes bracelets with sayings on them, and was very happy to make me one with song lyrics.

December of 2009: I was between jobs, but even if I had been working I wasn’t at the point where my employment came with health insurance. (Long detailed explanation, has to do with the nature of the entertainment industry and being able to join the union.) I wasn’t eligible for any government assistance with my medication. The pharmaceutical company itself had a program to help low income patients, but I wasn’t eligible for that either because when I did work I made too much money. (Yeah, it makes no sense, I know. But that’s the way it is.) The medication I was going to have to stop taking was a very expensive MS drug that is supposed to slow down the progression of the disease. But it wasn’t a ‘life-saving drug.’ By this I mean I wouldn’t die if I stopped taking it, and therefore there was not a lot of places to turn for help. I was very frustrated and posted something on twitter to that effect. Chris almost instantly replied with “how much do we need to raise?” We. The implication in that one little word was kind of astounding. We. You’re not alone. We. We’re all in this together.

Chris came up with the idea of holding a benefit concert. He recruited his friends Keeley Valentino, Syd, and George Stanford to volunteer to perform. A venue was secured, and the concert was announced on his website and social media. I don’t know how much time and effort Chris put into making this all happen, but I know it had to have been significant.

People who couldn’t come to the concert wanted to donate something. People I never would have thought of asking for help. People I knew didn’t have a whole lot of disposable income. People I knew only casually. People I didn’t know at all. So many people all came together to help me. I can’t even write about it without getting teary-eyed at the outpouring of love I was the subject of. All of those donations, large and small, added up to right around the target number even before the concert happened. The concert itself was indescribable. The music was beautiful, the room was full of smiling people, and my only worry was that I wouldn’t be able to get to everyone who came out to personally thank them. I felt so, so loved that night. It is an an experience I will treasure forever.

Chris posted on his website after the benefit:

I don’t know if I can really put this experience into words in a way that will explain what was happening in my head around then. I knew I needed money for medication, but there was something else I really needed, I just wasn’t aware of it at the time. Being told repeatedly by different organizations and agencies that they just couldn’t help you starts to take its toll after a while. Especially when they each refer you to the other to apply for help, in some sort of never-ending cycle of rejection. You start to feel that you are alone. You are powerless. There is nothing you can do. No one really cares. (People at these places would try to be helpful, it wasn’t as if they were mean or uncaring, but I was told to sell property or borrow money from family or any number of other things that were not an option for me.) You become a little resigned to the fact that you can only depend on yourself, if you can’t provide something for yourself (like medication) then you are just expected to go without… I’ve called Chris my ‘guardian angel’ on more than one occasion, but it wasn’t just the concert and money and medicine that I meant when I said that. Chris taught me that other people (people who barely know me) could be caring and giving. That sometimes I can ask for help when I need it. That no one is powerless when they are surrounded by good people. That I am not alone. It’s something so small, but so incredibly huge at the same time. That knowledge will improve my life every single day from now until I die.

I sent Chris a thank you email. I gave him a thank you card. I thanked him in person. I don’t think even once was I able to articulate just how much his actions mean to me.

Life continued to happen, as it does. Chris released new music which I loved. We stayed “twitter friends” and said hi at shows. As my disease has progressed I venture out into the world less and less, which makes the things I surround myself with more and more important. Chris’s beautiful music continues to be an ongoing presence in my life and source of joy.

At the end of May, 2013 Chris played his “farewell” concert at Room 5 in Los Angeles. It had been a while since I’d seen Chris perform live so I was excited, but sad at the same time. Chris (and Josh) deserve every bit of happiness in life and if this move will bring them closer to that, well, I support them a zillion percent. At the same time I’m selfish and I want to have a zillion opportunities to enjoy his music live in front of me. (Yes, I know I’m coming dangerously close to reducing a talented artist to “dance monkey, dance!” Sorry.)

Arrangements were made. Tickets were purchased. Friends provided transportation, and sat with me in Room 5 for hours before the show since that was the only way to ensure I had a seat. (Room 5 is one of many places that has told me they don’t do anything to accommodate people with disibilites and I was on my own, but that’s a rant for a different post.) I warned my friends I might get all emotional and embarrassing during the show, but they chose to be seen with me in public anyway. I held it together pretty well, making every effort to be present in the moment and fully enjoy the experience. Until Chris started singing Over My Head, that is. It was just too “full-circle” or something for me, and I pretty much cried through the entire song. I probably got a few strange looks.

And then it was over. We made our way out of the room and I hugged Chris goodbye. Just like the first meeting he was surrounded by friends wanting to celebrate with him.

It’s not as if I’ll never hear his music again. It’s not as if we will stop tweeting or facebooking or social media-ing. Really nothing has changed other than the lack of live concerts. (And I have an extensive library of bootlegs I can listen to when I’m missing that.) But I left that night determined to let Chris know what his presence in my life has meant to me, what a gift he has been. This post is my attempt. I hope I was successful.

You can follow Chris on twitter or subscribe to his YouTube channel or just go to his website. You can buy all of Chris’s music here or on iTunes.

My Favorite Quotes:

This list of my favorite quotes is here more for me than you, but I’m very pleased if you also get something out of it. Feel free to share any quotes you love in the comments. In no particular order:

We deem those happy who from the experience of life have learnt to bear its ills without being overcome by them.

– Carl Jung

Part of the problem with the word disabilities is that it immediately suggests an inability to see or hear or walk or do other things that many of us take for granted. But what of people who can’t feel? Or talk about their feelings? Or manage their feelings in constructive ways? What of people who aren’t able to form close and strong relationships? And people who cannot find fulfillment in their lives, or those who have lost hope, who live in disappointment and bitterness and find in life no joy, no love? These, it seems to me, are the real disabilities.

– The World According to Mister Rogers

More people worry themselves to death than bleed to death.

– Robert Heinlein “Tunnel in the Sky”

We cannot change anything until we accept it. Condemnation does not liberate, it oppresses.

– Carl Jung

Adopt an attitude of gratitude.

I am in an extended self-directed course of study. That is, I am in control of my own life.

Amber Benson

Forgiveness: Giving up all hope for a better past.

You can’t start the next chapter of your life if you keep re-reading your last one.

One man’s religion is another man’s belly laugh.

– Robert Heinlein

Bless them, Change me.

If there’s no great glorious end to all this, if nothing we do matters… then all that matters is what we do. ‘Cause that’s all there is. What we do. Now. Today.

– Angel the Series, Episode 2.16 “Epiphany” written by Tim Minear

Some stories are true that never happened.

– Elie Weisel

There’s no ‘should’ or ‘should not’ when it comes to having feelings. They’re part of who we are and their origins are beyond our control. When we can believe that, we may find it easier to make constructive choices about what to do with those feelings.

– From The World According to Mister Rogers

Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.

– Carl Jung

First mend yourself, and then mend others.

– Jewish Proverb

Only criminals and adulterers should have to hide who they are.

– Aaron Sorkin

How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.

– Anne Frank

Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time.

– Betty Smith

It all depends on how we look at things, and not how they are in themselves.

– Carl Jung

When one door of happiness closes, another opens, but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened for us.

– Helen Keller

Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.

– Carl Jung

Think higher, feel deeper.

– Elie Wiesel

Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.

– Carl Jung

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.

– Kahlil Gibran

Every form of addiction is bad, no matter whether the narcotic be alcohol or morphine or idealism.

– Carl Jung

You could move.

– Abigail Van Buren, “Dear Abby,” in response to a reader who complained that a gay couple was moving in across the street and wanted to know what he could do to improve the quality of the neighborhood

Our obligation is to give meaning to life and in doing so to overcome the passive, indifferent life.

– Elie Wiesel

Knowledge rests not upon truth alone, but upon error also.

– Carl Jung

Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.

– Dr. Seuss

The nice thing about citing god as an authority is that you can prove anything you set out to prove.

– Robert A. Heinlein

The greatest and most important problems of life are all fundamentally insoluble. They can never be solved but only outgrown.

– Carl Jung

Nothing in the world can take the place of Persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan ‘Press On’ has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race.

– Calvin Coolidge

Fear less, hope more

Most folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be.

-Abraham Lincoln

Sometimes it’s hard to find the right people in life if you won’t let go of the wrong ones.

Only one thing has to change for us to know happiness in our lives: …where we focus our attention.

– Greg Anderson

Your life does not get better by chance, it gets better by change.

– Jim Rohn

Whatever you’re thinking about is like planning a future event. When you’re worrying, you are planning. When you are appreciating, you are planing… What are you planning?

Funny thing about guilt: There’s nothing so bad that you can’t add a little guilt to it and make it worse; and there’s nothing so good you can’t add guilt to it and make it better. Guilt distracts us from a greater truth: we have an inherent ability to heal. We seem intent on living through even the worst heartbreak.

Latter Days

Did you ever read the Sunday comics? When I was a little kid, I used to put my face right up to them and I was just amazed because it was just this mass of dots. I think life is like that sometimes. But I like to think that, from God’s perspective, life, everything – even this… it makes sense. It’s not just dots. And instead we’re all connected, and it’s beautiful and it’s funny and it’s good. From this close we can’t expect it to make sense right now.

Latter Days

A pessimist is correct oftener than an optimist, but an optimist has more fun, and neither can stop the march of events.

– Robert Heinlein

How do you / Greet the day / With sunshine in your eyes / And a smile that seems to say / Hey, it’s ok.? / Because with me every morning / Its like I’m raising the dead / I’ve got to fool my heart / So I can fool my head / To lift out of bed / Lift out of bed / Miles of water / Oceans worrying me when I wake up / It’s over my head / Over my head / Over my head / The weather of worry / And the freeze of fear / Keep my hands on the wheel / But still I’m too scared to steer / So, I stay here / But you’re an explorer / Of the unmapped and grey / With fear in your eyes / You look at me and say, / It’s ok. / Miles of water / Oceans worrying me when I wake up / It’s over my head / Over my head / Over my head / Learning to live is so simple / But simple ain’t easy / And easy ain’t worth your time / I should be fearless / But still now I fear this / I keep looking down while I climb / All these lessons / Seem so simple to me if I’d just look up / It’s over my head / Over my head / Over my head

– Over My Head by Chris Dallman

You say you wanna get away / Feel the sun on your back / Forget the race / Just get off the track / Well that’s alright… / ‘Cause I feel that way too / Yeah, I’ve been there before / You don’t have to go far / To lose what you do / And find who you are / Yeah that’s alright… / Start livin’ the good life / Just wanna feel right / And it’s cool coming down / Cool coming down / This is the real life / Forget the headlines / And it’s cool all around / Cool you down, cool me down / So now you got it in your head / But you’re wondering why / You’re still so afraid / Well that’s part of the high / Yeah that’s alright… / (Chorus) / Losing the war in the battle somehow / Look for yourself in the here and the now / The love of our lives can escape us it seems / Where is the life that we live in our dreams? / (1st verse) / (Chorus)

– Cool Me Down by Venice

I think of you / of you too much / Of where you are and who you touch / I think too much… too much of you / Like it could save my life if I spent one night with you / It took some time but I’m coming around / They had my vibe down at the lost and found / I know who I was before / I was down but I’m not down anymore / I was down but I’m not down anymore / I was away for way too long / I didn’t know my day from my week, my weak from my strong / The way I was was in my way / Oh I was breaking my own rules just to stay in the game / I learned to stand when I learned to fall / The way to win was not to play at all / I know who I was before / I was down but I’m not down anymore / I was down but I’m not down anymore / Couldn’t see what was taking over me / All the thrill of having you there under my skin / Every time was a different crime / Trying to learn how to make you mine / So conditioned, finally I learned / I learned to stand when I learned to fall / The way to win was not to play at all / I know who I was before / I was down but I’m not down anymore / I was down but I’m not down like before / I was down but I’m not down anymore

– Not Down Anymore by Venice

When I go walking I count the shadows / I always have, since I was a child / She calls it wisdom, says it’s my ‘old soul’ / I think it’s the soul’s suicide / Give it up to me / I want to be just like you / Living out of my head / Living out of my mind / Out of my head / Out of my mind / How do you measure the difference between / The way you play and the hand you’re dealt / I must confess that every single day / I want to keep my cards face down on the felt / Give it up to me / I want to be just like you / Living out of my head / Living out of my mind / Out of my head / Out of my mind / Oh, there’s a fire every night in the sky / the stars, I can see ’em / I’m convinced I can be ’em / If I just learn how not to try / how not to try / When I go walking I count the shadows / I always have, since I was a child / She calls it wisdom, says it’s my ‘old soul’ / I think it’s the soul’s suicide

– Count The Shadows by Chris Dallman

Illusions end in theatrical noise. Real love ends only in death.

Surprising Myself by Christopher Bram

You can chose to let it define you, confine you, refine you, outshine you, or you can chose to move on & leave it behind you.

Spend so much time improving yourself that you have no time left to criticize others.

– Norman Vincent Peale

Strength isn’t always a physical thing but it is always a mental attitude.

Attitude is a choice. It’s a statement of free will. No matter how tough, we are not slaves to our circumstances. We are masters of our spirit.

Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.

– Dalai Lama XIV

Don’t speak to me about your religion; 
first show it to me in how you treat other people. 
Don’t tell me how much you love your God; 
show me in how much you love all God’s children. 
Don’t preach to me your passion for your faith; 
teach me through your compassion for your neighbors. 
In the end, I’m not as interested in what you have  to tell or sell as I am in how you choose to live and give.

– Cory Booker

The right attitude can transform a barrier into a blessing, an obstacle into an opportunity or a stumbling block into a stepping stone.

Cory Booker

Everyone you will ever meet knows something you don’t.

– Bill Nye

You must remember, family is often born of blood, but it doesn’t depend on blood. Nor is it exclusive of friendship. Family members can be your best friends, you know. And best friends, whether or not they are related to you, can be your family.

– Trenton Lee Stewart

Things do not change. We change.

– Henry David Thoreau

What you allow is what will continue.

So many of us are not living our lives because we are too busy living our fears.

Worry is a total waste of time. It doesn’t change anything. All it does is steal your joy and keep you very busy doing nothing.

Until you make the unconscious conscious it will rule your life and you will call it fate.

– Carl Jung

The greatest discovery of my generation is that a human being can alter his life by altering his attitudes.

-William James

Happy Mother’s Day!

For many years Mother’s Day was a sad day, or one I avoided thinking about. Recent years, though, my perspective has changed. I don’t have a “Mother” and I haven’t for a long time, but something happened when I lost my mother that I’m not sure I really saw at the time. Looking back it seems so clear. The perspective of time I suppose…

When I lost my Mom there were lots of different women in lots of different ways that stepped in and helped me. It didn’t matter if it was a specific problem I was having, a task that needed to be done, or just advice from someone who had been there before me, I was still getting “mothering” when I needed it. I feel like I still am. I might be a “grown up” but I’m not done growing and I don’t think I’ll ever be.

(We are all growing and changing as we move through life, or at least I believe we should be. I can’t imagine getting to a point where I say to myself “okay, that’s it, I’m done. I know everything I need to know in life.” Like there is an arbitrary finish line we reach while we are still alive. Huge milestones along the way, sure, but never finished. And how boring a life would that be, a life with no new experiences in it? But now I’m getting off on a tangent…)

There were countless women who helped with tasks like arranging a funeral and gathering afterwards, to those who listened to me and helped me know that I wasn’t alone. In the days, weeks, and months that followed my Mom’s passing I started to learn that family is connected by love, not blood. Many of the women I am talking about are still in my life today. The ones who aren’t, for whatever reason, will always hold a special place in my heart for the time they did share with me. And on this Mother’s day I will think about my Mother and how much I miss her, but I will also be thinking about all of the amazing, nurturing, giving women who picked up in teaching me about life where my Mom left off. (Not to exclude the men in my life, they were there for me too but we’ll wait until Father’s Day to talk about them.)

Me & Mom

Happy Mother’s Day to all of you! Even if you can’t hug the person who gave birth to you, today can be a celebration of family, love, growing, gratitude, and everything our mothers (or others) taught us.