Waves of Change


I sat on the beach today and watched the waves constantly moving…moving forward…breaking waves…some came slowly…some came crashing…and then as the afternoon wore on, the waves came creeping closer and inched up to where I was sitting…I moved back…moved back so the waves of change could not reach me.

Waves of change, I thought to myself, waves of change. That’s what I feel like my life is like lately, waves of change. And with those waves come waves of emotions. (some perimenopausal emotions I’m sure…especially with all the hormonal changes going on in my body…yes…I haven’t gotten my period in almost four months…soon I will have to drop the peri and just be pausal.)

Some of my waves of change have been happy ones…like when my son graduated from high school…when my daughter graduated from college…when I bought my beach house…when I found a contractor to help me take care of my big primary home…especially to take care of the chipping paint on the trim of my house (yes, I was very happy when he applied a new material that he said would last forever and never have to be repainted…smiles abounded at the word ‘forever’)…and when I potted some new plants and they actually took root…that was a pleasing sight for my very sore green thumb.

I like the happy waves of change…they seem to come more slowly…I can manage the happy waves of change…it is the ones that come crashing…the ones that come on fast…the ones that I don’t like dealing with because they upset me…and bring out scary or sad emotions. I don’t like scary or sad waves of change. But, lately I’ve had to face them. And when I face them I have to deal with them. Yes, the crashing waves I’ve been running away from for the past six months since my husband’s passing…I finally had to face them.

And so I did the other day. I faced a crashing wave. I packed up my husband’s closet full of clothes. I packed his 22 shirts (I kept the blue stripped one that I loved to see him wear…could not part with that one) and I packed his 18 pairs of pants. I packed his two suits…the black one and the blue one…and I packed his tees too (not any of his Yankee baseball or Giants football tees…those will be saved for future playoff games and Superbowl wins). I packed his tan brown jacket. The jacket he wore the day he met me almost 25 years ago. And I gave them all to Purple Heart…so someone less fortunate can benefit from these clothes.

Now his closet is empty…now his smell will fade…and I will have to adapt to this major crashing wave.

When I was a young child I loved the crashing waves…”bring them on” was my motto…I can jump higher…I can jump over the waves…and I almost always did…very rarely did I let them hit me…and if I knew that I couldn’t jump high enough then I would squat down and let the wave fly over me.

Now that I am 50…now that I am older and wiser…I realize I must face the crashing waves straight on…no more jumping over or under…no, now I have to face them as they come…the big waves and the small ones…and Lord knows there have been many waves of change in my life to date and there will be many more waves to come.

And while I wish the crashing waves of change would slow down a bit…it’s likely that the opposite will happen…that the waves of change will speed up…really speed up this year and next…oh, how will I manage these major waves of change in my life

- as I send my youngest child off to college
- as I send my oldest child off to her first job
- as I ponder what to do with my big beautiful blue ranch house and the bamboo that is growing up around it
- as I try to manage my finances with my new financial advisor
- as I navigate widowhood and being alone but not lonely
- as I grow into the new me…the new 50-something me, ready to take on the exciting second half of my life

I don’t know what the future waves of change will bring…but I do know…like it or not…I will hit them straight on…my 50 year old knees aren’t strong enough any more to jump over these crashing waves. And if I try to kneel down under the waves I will lose my prescription sunglasses and I really need these glasses so I can see the waves in front of me.

Yes…I will have to hit these waves of change straight on…straight on…and hope for the best.

Judi

Stress Me Out


Today I went for my stress test at The Heart House…my cardiologist had wanted me to get another stress test this year since I’ve had so much stress in my life recently. I think the two most stressful things in one’s life are losing a spouse and purchasing a house…and to think that I experienced both within the past six months…not only losing my spouse after almost 25 years…but buying a second property when I have enough stress with my primary residence to fill the circumference of my world 10 times over (especially with my bamboo backyard that is fast becoming like jack and the beanstalk every time I look out the window).

I’ve had a stress test before. I don’t like to have all that colorful dye pumped into my body…and I really don’t like to lie on that machine that takes pictures of my heart…it makes me feel like I’m going into outer space…but I did it and I survived. Yes, I got my heart rate up to 150+ in about eight minutes. The technician said I looked like I was in great shape (“Thank you very much,” I said smiling…glad that she noticed my arm muscles from my days at the gym).

“However, you’re not as fast as you were last year,” the technician said.

“Well, I’m 50 now,” I said, “I guess I’m in a different category.”

But, I was proud of what I had accomplished today…that is until I got the dreaded phone call from my doctor.

“I saw something abnormal on your stress test,” she said, “something that might look like a clogged artery…it might be nothing…but you should have an angiogram…just to make sure.”

OMG…OMG…I thought I was superwoman…I thought everything was okay…a potential clogged artery…I’m 50 and I may have a potential clogged artery…but I eat well…and I exercise…and my weight is down…I know I don’t sleep very well…and I am under a whole lot of stress…but the potential that I could have a clogged artery threw me into a tizzy.

“Calm down,” I tried to say to myself…after I called all my friends. “Calm down Judi…practice your mindful meditation…live in the present…you cannot change your age or your body now…just go have the angiogram…and stop worrying…and..okay.. stop eating those chocolate covered malted milkballs you bought in Atlantic City at that fantastic candy shop this weekend…and the chocolate covered gummie bears…stop eating that artery clogging candy.”

And get some sleep like The Sleep Doctor Michael Breus says to do…yes…I met The Sleep Doctor last week and he had some good tips on his blog…maybe if I get more sleep it will help tone down my stress level and prevent me from having heart disease or clogged arteries. Here’s what Dr. Breus says to do to help avoid a heart attack:

“It’s worth noting that adequate sleep can lower your risk for heart disease and lower some of the risk factors, such as diabetes, obesity, and high blood pressure. In addition, sleep takes the edge out of our stressful lives and helps us restore our bodies for the next busy day.” Dr. Breus’ preventive tips include:

–”Get your cholesterol and blood pressure checked and under control if high watch your girth-women should have a waist no larger than 25 inches around; for men it’s 40 inches.” (I can check this off…although I may have to lose an inch or two off the waist.)

–”Be active most, if not all, days of the week.” (I’m trying to get to the gym more often.)

–”Quit smoking.” (Never have and never will start.)

–”Eat well—a high-fiber, low fat diet.” (Good, I do eat well…most of the time…okay I do cheat with chocolate covered gummie bears…and a few malted milkballs…they are my favorite candies…but, I eat my Kashi Heart to Heart and Good Friends cereal every day…or almost every day and I eat lots of fruits and veggies.)

–”Get plenty of rest, get plenty of rest, get plenty of rest.” (Not too good with this tip…I’m definitely sleep deprived.)

Okay, so I am stressed out from my stress test and my stressful day…think I’ll get some rest like Dr. Brueus recommends…and then I’ll live in the present like mindfulness meditation leader Dr. Michael Baime says to do…yes, I’m going to try to throw the ‘worry’ word out the window for now…at least for another day…and have a good night’s sleep…with sweet dreams (don’t have to worry about any artery clogging in my sweet dreams).

Judi

Graduation Day


After 18 years of waiting…18 long years…my son graduated today. I remember several years ago…yes…several years ago I used to think about this day…and I remember thinking to myself that when my son graduated from high school he would be 18 and I would be 50.

Ten years ago that day seemed so far off…turning 50…and now…and now…today it is here and he graduated…how did this happen so fast…like a blink of the eye and he is no longer eight…and I am no longer 40.

I promised both my kids that I would not cry at the graduation…”I will try my hardest not to cry,” I said to both my daughter and especially my son. Did I pass the promise?

It was tough. I did shed a few tears. I really tried not to cry…but it was during the fourth valedictorian speech (there were five valedictorians at the graduation…four boys and one girl…maybe if there had only been one valedictorian like at a normal graduation I would have been able to keep my promise). It was during the fourth speech that my eyes began to swell…right when the speaker started to talk about his memories of his grandfather who had passed away…uh oh…I thought…”now I’m done for,” as the droplets started to form around both eyes…there came the tears…yep…I was crying.

But then I was smiling again…as my son…my youngest child was called up to get his diploma…with his red cap and gown…and his handsome face all shaven…he stood tall on the stage (while tiny in my camera)…and I was so proud…proud of the parenting that his father and I had accomplished over the past 18 years…proud of the person he had become thanks to our parenting…and proud of myself for only crying an itty bitty bit.

Soon my youngest child will be going off to college…ready to conquer the world…and I will have to let go…I remember the days I had such trouble potty training him…yes, it was when he was three years old. I was so worried. I remember vividly when the pediatrician told me not to worry. “Don’t worry,” he said, “none of my patients ever went to college without being potty trained.” I remember thinking how far away college seemed at the time…at the time when he was only three…but the doctor was right…he was so right.

So to all my younger friends who have little boys that they cannot potty train…remember what my doctor said…and don’t worry…but keep trying…because one day when you blink your eyes…your little boy will no longer be three years old anymore…one day he too will be going to college…and all of your potty training worries will be light years away.

Judi

Also, be sure to check out my recent post on the 50 Something Moms – A Flash of Midlife Madness blog: Super Mom

Wish You Were Here


It’s Father’s Day. The first Father’s Day without my husband. It’s just not the same…no…it’s just not the same…and I’m sad…very sad that there won’t be anymore Father’s Day celebrations with my husband…I wish you were here.

I wish you were here so you could walk with me on the beach and sit next to me in the sand and enjoy the condo on the corner. You weren’t really a beach person…but I bet you would like this little condo on the corner…and even if you didn’t walk on the beach with me…you could walk along the street with me on Sunday mornings, like I did today and admire all the lovely little Brigantine beach houses.

I wish you were here so we could have a barbecue like we used to do on Father’s Day…and I could still savor the salmon you used to grill…and the asparagus you used to grill…and the new red-skinned potatoes you used to cook on top of the grill…I remember how you would leave the grill open to cool…and let the heat die down before you went to rest for the evening. Yes, you were the cook…and I was the cleaner upper…I was the one who would wash all the grilling utensils and store them for the next weekend feast. Oh, what memories I have of you by your grill…yes…I wish you were still here…now the grill sits idle and is all covered up.

I wish you were here so I could buy you your favorite mango water ice…the one you used to like from our favorite water ice shop, the water ice shop that only opens for the summertime…if you were still here, I’d buy you the largest size cup of mango water ice for Father’s Day…and then I’d sneak a few spoonfuls just to make you angry.

I wish you were here so I could sit by your side and hear you scream and yell and get enraged when your Yankees baseball team doesn’t perform like you want them to…yes…I wish I could still sit by your side on our king-sized bed to hear your outbursts when Jeter strikes out…or Giambi misses a homer…now the television sits idle while I blog about wishing you were here.

I wish you were here so I could take you out for Father’s Day brunch with me and our two wonderful…wonderful children…the two children that you helped raise to be amazing adults…I know that you never liked waiting to get a table at a restaurant…but today we didn’t even have to wait…there was no line at the restaurant…no line at all…boy would you have been happy…I wish you were here so we didn’t have an empty seat at the table.

I wish you were here…yes, I wish you were here…you know I like to buy cards…and I couldn’t buy any Father’s Day cards this year…you always said I supported Hallmark and that I bought too many cards…and now I even have a Papyrus Frequent Buyer card so I buy even more cards…but today there was no one to buy cards for…oh, how I wish you were here.

I wish you were here so I could give you a Father’s day hug and a Father’s Day kiss…and the kids could give you Father’s Day hugs and Father’s Day kisses too…and we could buy you a nice Father’s Day gift even though you always said we didn’t need to buy you any gifts…but you always knew we would.

I wish you were here so I could tell you how much I loved you…and we could be a family foursome again…yes a foursome instead of a threesome.

Yes, I wish life were like the movies…like that movie where you can be with the one you love for one more day…can’t remember the name of that movie…there goes my memory again…but I’m not in the movies…so I’ll just have to sing my favorite sad song by Pink…and then I’ll cry…and then I’ll pick myself up again and be strong again…cause I know you would want me to be strong.


Who Knew

You took my hand
You showed me how
You promised me you’d be around
Uh huh
That’s right
I took your words
And I believed
In everything
You said to me
Yeah huh
That’s right

If someone said three years from now
You’d be long gone
I’d stand up and punch them up
Cause they’re all wrong
I know better
Cause you said forever
And ever
Who knew

Remember when we were such fools
And so convinced and just too cool
Oh no
No no
I wish I could touch you again
I wish I could still call you friend
I’d give anything

When someone said count your blessings now
For they’re long gone
I guess I just didn’t know how
I was all wrong
They knew better
Still you said forever
And ever
Who knew

Yeah yeah
I’ll keep you locked in my head
Until we meet again
Until we
Until we meet again
And I won’t forget you my friend
What happened

If someone said three years from now
You’d be long gone
I’d stand up and punch them out
Cause they’re all wrong and
That last kiss
I’ll cherish
Until we meet again
And time makes
It harder
I wish I could remember
But I keep
Your memory
You visit me in my sleep
My darling
Who knew
My darling
My darling
Who knew
My darling
I miss you
My darling
Who knew
Who knew

Wish you were here.

Judi

18 Things To Do


As I was eating my Reese’s Puffs cereal (my favorite cereal…although first I eat my Kashi Heart to Heart cereal for my health and then I eat a little bit of my favorite peanut butter and chocolate flavored cereal…this cereal makes a really good lowfat snack too) this morning I started to read the back of the cereal box…I was intrigued by the title…especially when I read, “Do you like a challenge?“…of course this 50 year old likes a challenge…that’s what is great about being 50…I’m ready to take on a new challenge…and I don’t care if I can’t do it…if I fail it is okay…and if I succeed at the challenge, all the better.

So what were these challenges…I had to read on…there were 18 Challenges…”18 Things To Do Before You’re 18″…I had to find out what the 18 Challenges were all about…yes, I wanted to see if I had accomplished these challenges now that I was 50…surely, I must have done all 18 I thought…and if not, now that I was 50, it was time to try. Let’s see:

01. Ride the world’s biggest rollercoaster…dare to keep your eyes open and hands in the air for the whole ride (Nope, I never rode the world’s biggest rollercoaster…not at 18 or at 50 or anytime in between…I don’t like rollercoasters…and I definitely cannot dare to keep my eyes open on a rollercoaster…in fact, I remember when I had to ride a rollercoaster when I went to DisneyWorld one year because my son wanted to go on the rollercoaster and he was too young to go by himself…yes, I remember it well, I kept my eyes closed the entire ride.)

02. Bungee jump! (Nope, I never went bungee jumping…not at 18 or at 50 or anytime in between…another challenge has passed me by and I don’t think I will ever accomplish this challenge…no, not before I was 18 and definitely not at 50+.)

03. Score the winning goal/basket (Nope, I never scored the winning goal or basket…or any winning point in sports…I’m just not that good at basketball, tennis, or any other sport…not at 18 or at 50 or anytime in between…I think this Reese’s Challenge is a real challenge for me.)

04. Win an award, trophy or prize (Yeah, I did it…yes, this year I won a really nice award for my leadership skills at work…and I got a really beautiful Tiffany trophy…yep, I did it…finally I did meet one of the Reese’s Challenges, hallelujah!)

05. Learn an instrument (Nope, I tried during my first 18 years…I tried to learn how to play the violin…but I wasn’t too good…and I tried to learn how to play the guitar…but I wasn’t that good at this instrument…wonder if I should try again in my 50+ years…not sure what instrument I’d want to play…maybe the piano.)

06. Go backstage at a gig (Hmm, I never did this one…nope, here goes another challenge down the drain…maybe if I get to see Madonna this year…since she is turning 50 and I’m 50…maybe she will let me backstage — not that I was successful getting the tickets for her concert…speaking of challenges…I went on Ticketmaster right after the tickets went on sale on Monday and they were all sold out.)

07. Meet your idol (Yep, I did meet a celebrity…well I sort of met my idol…I went to see Richard Gere in person this past November at the Marion Anderson Awards at the Kimmel Center in Philadelphia…does that count…he is my idol and I saw him in person.)

08. Play a part in your favorite tv show (I’ve never done this…nope…but my favorite tv show is The Office…and I really don’t think I have to play this part…I work in an office and oftentimes I do feel like I’m a character right out of the show.)

09. Meet someone with your own name (Nope…another challenge I have to try to accomplish in my 50+ years…I have a lot to work on.)

10. Make a discovery (Nope…I haven’t discovered anything…wow, these challenges are really tough for a 50 year old…sure wonder how today’s 18 year olds are coping with these challenges.)

11. Get away with the perfect practical joke (Let me see…did I ever do this by the time I was 18…nope…not this challenge either…I’m not very good at telling jokes.)

12. Own a pointless collection (I’m not really a collector…although I do have a few pitchers in my kitchen…and I have them on display…I guess I can count this challenge as accomplished.)

13. Invent a word that makes it into the dictionary (Ooh…this could be a fun challenge…I haven’t accomplished it yet…more to do for the second half of my life…let’s see, what word do I like…I think Ill try the word “humongous”…I don’t think that is a real word yet.)

14. Conquer your biggest fear (Yeah…I did conquer one of my biggest fears…I went and bought a beach house all by myself…that was scary…but I went and did it…yeah, another challenge for me…I did it…yeah…and I’m blogging tonight from my new beach house…and today I went to the beach…and sat in my new sand chair on the beach…it was great.)

15. Raise money for a charity…get some exercise by signing up for a charity road race (Yeah, I did this too, I walk in the Race for the Cure every Mother’s Day…and I used to run when I was 18…so I really accomplished this challenge…piece of cake.)

16. Pass your driving test the first time (Did it.)

17. Complete a road trip coast to coast (Did half of it…I actually chaperoned a teen tour when I graduated college and I drove around the van with the camping equipment from state to state…so I guess you could say I completed a road trip from the middle of the country to the west coast…maybe in my 50+ years I’ll have to drive the rest of Route 66.)

18. Reach 18 years of age…embrace old age (Are they kidding…”embrace old age” at 18…well, I did reach 18 years of age…and now I’m more than three times that age…but I’m not about to embrace old age…no…that’s for those 18 year olds…they can think they are old…not me…I’m 50 and fabulous…just like Samantha in the new “Sex and the City” movie.)

Wow, that was a real set of challenges…I think tomorrow I’ll just eat the cereal instead of reading the back of the box and trying to be 18 again…sure glad they didn’t list 50 Things To Do Before You’re 50!

Judi

Also, be sure to check out my recent post on the 50 Something Moms – A Flash of Midlife Madness blog: Tuxedo Man

Silence Is Golden


I’ve been taking a Stress Management class run by the University of Pennsylvania for about six weeks now. I’m learning how to do Mindful Meditation…yes, I’m learning how to be mindful…to reduce the stress in my body and my mind and relax in the present moment…not in the past…not in the future…to relax right now.

Today…I spent the entire day…one entire day in silence. It was the culmination of all six classes of mindfulness that I had learned during the past six weeks…I practiced every move…with about 100+ other mindfulness students…in total silence.

From 9:00 am through almost 4:00 pm I didn’t utter a word…not one word…nope…not one word. I ate in silence too…chewed my bagel in silence and ate my yogurt and strawberries in silence…took a walk outside in silence. I thought it was going to be difficult for me…thought my Type A personality just wouldn’t be able to do it…but I did…and at the end of the day I gave myself a pat on the back…along with a long phone call to my friend so I could make up for all the talking I hadn’t done during the day.

It felt good to be silent for an entire day…it was a good cleansing of my mind and body…and likely my soul got cleansed too…and so did my vocal cords…yes…me and my 50 year old body spent the day on a yoga mat…first meditating in mindfulness…sitting in the moment…each moment…then lying down to do a bodyscan meditation…connecting with each part of my body…stretching with yoga movements and then ending with a walking meditation outdoors (I even stayed silent when I walked past a garage sale…even when a young girl tried to trick me and ask me if I was with the ‘silent group’…she didn’t fool me…nope…I just shook my head and kept on walking).

The mindful walking exercise in the gymnasium was the best…first we had to walk in a circle…being mindful of the movement of our feet…heel, sole, toes…heel, sole, toes…then we had to speed up…and then turnaround and speed up the other way…and then turnaround again…and again…until the instructor told us to stop…to stop and see how it felt…how our mind felt and how our body felt after such stress.

Is that what I do every day…I thought to myself…speed around in circles…is that what my life is like…sure feels that way sometimes…no wonder I’m one big stress ball…I do spend half my time re-living the past…or worrying about the future…instead of living in the moment and enjoying each moment.

Yesterday was quite stressful when I received my cellphone bill that was twice the amount it usually is because I used up all my rollover minutes…wish the phone company would tell customers when they do that instead of charging me 35 cents for each extra minute and causing me to have an incredibly stressful moment when I open up my bill. Stop,breathe,and be…I tried to practice what I had learned in my mindfulness class as I stressed out about my bill. (It helped a little…didn’t take away the bill…but I was more relaxed.)

And this morning was quite stressful too…when my sunglasses broke…especially when today was a sunny day and I needed my sunglasses. Stop, breathe, be…I practiced again.

Then I had another stressful moment when the compressor on the air conditioner in my house broke down…that was real stressful…in fact, it was so stressful that I almost missed my day of silence. So glad my son yelled to me to leave and not be a cop out. “You sure need a stress management workshop now, mom please go” he said to me as I woke him up at 7:30 am on a Sunday morning to tell him that I was stressed out about the air-conditioner being broken and to listen for the repairman and to be sure to answer the door when the repairman arrived to fix the air-conditioner. He sure didn’t stress out about it…he just said “okay” and went back to sleep…my good old Beta guy…he’ll never need a day of silence…not like his stressed out mom.

Yes, glad my son was so encouraging or I would have copped out…and then I would have missed a great day…a day to reflect on myself…to not talk to anyone else for several hours…to live fully in the present moment…to not think about the phone bill…or the air conditioner compressor…or anything in the past…to not think about the packing I was going to have to do when I arrived home…since I have to leave for a business trip tomorrow…to not think about the work I had to do…or the laundry that was waiting for me…yes…after today I realize that sometimes ‘silence is golden’…it felt so good that I think I need to cleanse my mind and body again sometime…maybe even once a month…that doesn’t mean I’m going to give up my monthly facials…but silence may do wonders for my 50-something body…and mind…and soul.

What’s that song about silence that Simon and Garfunkel used to sing many years ago…ah yes…The Sound of Silence…how does that tune go?

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one deared
Disturb the sound of silence.

“Fools” said I,”You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.”
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisper’d in the sounds of silence.

Try a day of silence and let me know how it works for you…I think you’ll like it.

Judi