How Would You Answer These Five Questions?

Prologue

The world has changed significantly in the last three months.  I answered these questions in January 2020.  A publishing date was set for April 17, 2020.

Little did I know at that time how I would need to Access my Happy Place……Keep moments close to my heart and fresh in my memory…..Cherish an embrace from the people I love…..and let my Knowing Spirit and Soul guide me on this challenging flight.

Would You Rather?

I am delighted to be a guest on Jill Weatherholt’s “Would You Rather” series on her blog Jill Weatherholt #wouldyourather   Jill is a talented writer and one of the kindest and most generous bloggers.  Thank you Jill, for your warm welcome.

How would you answer these five questions?

This is a fun game of questions where I choose between two thought-provoking options and explain my answers.

These questions are more challenging than I anticipated.

The unexpected surprise is how much I learned about myself.

Click on the link below to read more.  I look forward to meeting you there!

How would you answer these questions?

Via “Would You Rather?”

 

The Perfect Day To Make A Fool Of Myself

Warning:  This story does not contain thought-provoking, motivating and highly inspirational words of wisdom.

We All Do It.

When we have toddlers in our life, we talk about it….. often.

When we get older, we visit it….. often.

When we take photos of everything, we have many pictures of it.

I am talking about the loo, the lavatory, the privy, the throne room.

 

The Bathroom.

I have been sitting on this story for almost a year.

My post is an excuse to share a few fun photos from some of the bathrooms I have visited over the last few years. 

The photos put a smile on my face.  I hope they put a smile on yours.

 

The Laundromat Cafe, Reykjavik, Iceland, 2017

 

 

The Laundromat Cafe, Reykjavik, Iceland 2017

Hokonui, New Zealand

 

Larnach Castle, New Zealand, 2019.  Our lodgings, 140 year-old stables. Shared bathroom facilities.

 

 

I Almost Peed Myself Laughing.

Janis, from Retirementally Challenged   shared an exceptionally funny and witty post on her blog  Sitting on the Deck of Bidet*   For the sensitive folk still reading here, I caution you.  Janis discusses “nether regions,” and “derrieres.”  

I shared with Janis how our house in Nanaimo had a bidet in the ensuite bathroom and a laundry chute.  When friends and family came over to visit the first thing they wanted to see was the bidet.  Then they would throw something down the laundry chute.  Janis brought up a good point. “As long as your guests didn’t get the bidet and laundry chute mixed up.”

Iceland is very windy.  Cement filled tires secured to the porta potties.

 

April Fool’s Day.

I decided April Fool’s Day was a perfect day to make a fool of myself and share some silly and fun photos.

Every day is a perfect day to take care of our mental health.

Yes, life is exceptionally challenging and serious right now.

If laughter is the best medicine, then I choose to distract myself, even temporarily, with something that makes me smile.

I hope it makes you smile, too.

 

Do you have an April Fool’s Day story or prank to share?

Is there something that can still make you smile?

Milford Sound, New Zealand, 2019

 

Limitations on toilet paper purchases after initial frenzy. The Island, 2020

40th Anniversary……You know he’s a keeper when……

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Month 1

I call him at work to tell him I “think” the tv is on fire……..he runs the 4 minute mile and he is home before I can even hang up the phone…………He totally cares………about me?………or the tv?………likely both

Month 2

        Things in common………some totally opposite………..

        Toilet seat down…………most of the time………………..

        Family values, kindness, respect, thoughtful, fun……

Month 20

Me in pj’s the past 24 hours……..the darn flu………..he gets down on one knee to propose……..excited to share the ring he has designed for me………I think I said “yes”………too delirious from the flu to remember………

Month 30

We make it official and get married.

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40 Years Later

It’s how he still looks at me with love and kindness when I enter the room

It’s how he accepts my flaws and loves me anyways 

It’s how he makes me laugh

It’s how he gently holds and plays with the grandchildren 

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It’s how he drops everything to be present and help when his family needs him, always making loved ones a priority 

        Things in common………some totally opposite………..

        Toilet seat down…………most of the time………………..

        Family values, kindness, respect, thoughtful, fun……

He is still the same man I married……….. except that we have grown 40 years older together.

We are a team.  We have learned when to step in or step back.  We support each other. 

Many pivotal events have occurred over the last 40 years.  And yet, it’s the numerous little things that create the moments in our day, and ultimately create our life.

I am very aware of the passing of time and the fragility of life.  Our days ahead will be less than the days we have left behind.  The gift of time is very precious.

I am grateful for the 40 years we have had together.  I will cherish the moments we have ahead of us.

Yes……. he is a keeper!

(Happy 40th Anniversary Sweetheart…….my Partner, my Friend…….I love you with all of my heart)

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“The year I refused to step on the bathroom scale”

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It all started last year around this time.  I returned home from a family reunion,  a 2 week vacation in Ontario celebrating a special occasion.  The festivities had included exquisite party food, an extra glass of wine or two, and at least one visit to Red Lobster.

At home, I decided to not step on the scale for at least a couple of days to allow time for my body to deflate, lose the water weight, get back to normal.

The scale was sitting in the corner of the bathroom, luring me to stand on it, coaxing me to tiptoe onto it, an almost daily habit I have had for 50 years.  A couple of days turned into a week. I would leave the bathroom each morning resisting the magnetic pull of the device that could and often would impact my morning mood, the clothing I would wear that day, the activities I would engage in.

After a couple of weeks I realized I did not miss stepping on the scale.  I actually felt better each morning now that a number would not dictate the quality of my day.  I noticed my day began with a lighter step. 

 I did not want to lose this feeling. My next move was to remove the scale from eye view and I hid it in a difficult to access area of the house.  I did not want to return to the old me.  Lifelong habits are difficult to break. 

One year later, my clothes do feel a little tighter, I am a little rounder, and my head still does not touch my knees in standing head to knee pose.   Ultimately, I am thankful for what my body is capable of doing.  A number on a scale does not determine how I feel.

This week my husband asked me where the scale is, the first time he has shown any interest in it’s whereabouts.  I  don’t think he was actually too heartbroken when the scale disappeared a year ago.  I had (almost) forgotten I had a scale.  I retrieved it for him with adamant instructions to place it somewhere I would not see it.  I did not want to be tempted to step on it and break the spell of living comfortably in my body.

This month I will begin another year of not stepping on the scale.  It is as if a weight has been lifted off of me.