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December 31st of 2010 I wrote my very first post here on SPD. I completely forgotten about it until I read The Daily Post’s writing prompt for today. I’m not going to rewrite the post. However, I am going to share an update. (more…)

Seriously…like you haven’t had this conflict…EVER?

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At the urging of a friend, I sent a letter to my PCP and weight loss doctor that shared about my weight loss journey since I had been a patient. The letter was to thank them and also to ask for their consideration in sponsoring me for the OH Conference in October (I will post about that later this week). I received a an unexpected item in the mail this afternoon, with the note below.

In response to today’s Daily Prompt


I gave some serious thought early last week to cancel an invite I received for a weekend girls-get-away 244 miles north of my little space in Detroit. Part of the thought was tied into my current economic situation: I left a job several weeks ago I held for four years under the stupid belief I was part of something great. If great meant another four years as a life-sized mud mat for Napoleon, his pet rat, and the quiet guy with the Star Wars lunch box – then it would have been awesome!

(Insert hoarking hairball sound here)

The other part of the thought was tied into my date of birth. It fell over the weekend, and I mulled around the idea how I could have spent 72 hours in a fetal position on the floor with my Birthday Blanket of Death, mourning the the end of my second year of the fourth decade of my existence.

So up north with the girls I went!

There was an art fair on the beach off of Lake Huron. I took my digital camera with the hope I would find a cool memory to capture forever (and not buy stuff I didn’t need), and stumbled upon a few young people with skateboards.

My digital camera is the only piece of tech I own I know nothing about (my friends can close their mouths now). I am not a photographer. I know nothing about lighting, or lenses, or picture driven software. I do like old stuff, buildings, clean lines (i.e. piers), I did not expect to like the idea of capturing a body in motion.

tyler.rampI became incredibly frustrated with my camera because it is not an SLR device, so although it will snap images while the button is held down, there is a delay between frames of not quite a second. Still, I spent about half an hour in an attempt to get that perfect shot – which is how I met Tyler.  A very determined young man. He skated all over the place, attempted jumps, tricks and a few other things I know not the names of. Tyler was showing off – but he wasn’t competitively cocky like some boys (and most adult males) can be – he genuinely wanted to be great. He would say, “Hold on…I can do this…” an if he wouldn’t hit his mark, he’d give it another shot. Tyler concentrated on every move he made, and had a contagious smile.


I had a great weekend, which became greater after I met Tyler and his skateboard.


question3Normal is conforming to the standard or the common type; usual (so says the online dictionary).

My life has been filled with less than equitable relationships. My ex-husband and I were two roly-poly’s who fought constantly, “mopped the floor” with each other. He felt superior hurling insults and twisting conversations, I was so completely frustrated I would explode like a cork that few out of a vigorously shaken champagne bottle.  But that was our history. We grew up with a deeply ingrained belief we were inferior, less than worthy in anybody’s eyes. I was desperate to be loved and accepted, he was desperate to prove he was not the disaster of a man his father made him believe him to be. Our behavior reflected what was ingrained into the thread-work of our lives.

My “normal” led to a circle of depressing friendships (like being stuck to flypaper). I had no self-esteem, I had no value. Neither did they. It was our “normal”, commiserating misery. I took a job that paid 60 percent less than I had made in years prior because my weight much of the time was a key factor in my being passed over for a position I was clearly qualified for. I wasn’t stupid, seriously though – who would tell an applicant they’re too fat? So I settled for a low wage, and made a home at a company where two of their senior executives rolled over me with a bark and a growl. The “normal” in this company was to permit harsh treatment of staff through hostility, verbal abuse and discrimination – often in front of coworkers. The “normal” was my supervisor talking me down off the ledge with promises the problems were noted and would be dealt with. For four years he assured me he was supportive of my position and agreed the “normal” wasn’t…well…right.

You can change the “normal”, did you know that? You are in control of the decisions you make, the situations you allow yourself to be seeped in. You can make massive strides implementing personal change, but in order to make a new “normal” – you must put it into action. I did. It was one of the toughest decisions I made this year – stay in a situation which daily tramples my spirit, or not. Early one Monday morning in May I turned in my resignation.

Need a new normal? Make it happen. Right now.