Setting limits is incredibly important for all Introverts.
Setting reasonable limits is crucial for pretty much everyone's health
(both physical and mental!).
Limit #1: I decided to cancel my enrollment in a Meditation class this semester. It was going to meet on Tuesdays each week, and as a Potsdam Lions Club member, that didn't make a lot of sense...Lions Club and Lions Board Meetings are all on Tuesdays...leaving approximately 1-2 Tuesdays of the class per month.
Limit #2: I've made an executive decision to disagree with one of the specialist referrals I've been given by my primary care provider. Currently, let's see, I've got three active specialists on my medical case in the immediate Potsdam area, one in Canton, and one way out in Malone. I seriously do not need to add one in Watertown, and certainly not for the reasons given by my care provider. The Watertown specialist would be nearly the same specialty as the one in Canton. No. My bucks stop here (ha, ha). Seriously, who has the time to do all of this stuff?
Limit #3: I've been very clear with my service club that I am Vice President this year with an eye on being President of the club next year so long as I can get assistance with (and eventually discontinue running) my major fundraisers with the club. Service to my community is awesome! Service to my community at the expense of my mental health is not awesome.
Limit #4: Crafts will happen weekly, if not daily. Crafting is awesome, crafting is everywhere! And crafting does not have to take much time at all.
Be well, fellow Introverts!
Friday, September 30, 2016
Friday, September 9, 2016
Nine-Eleven
I have not been able to bring myself to go to Ground Zero or to monuments erected for nine-eleven. It's been fifteen years, but the pain is still tender. Shortly after the actual date, I did light candles in New York City at one of the picture-walls. Very shortly after the actual date is when I moved away, and I wasn't certain whether I'd ever move back.
Nine-eleven is the first and only time I've ever heard my father cry. Nine-eleven was THE reason that I stopped talking about moving out west to make my own way and did it (2001-2007, Seattle area of Washington State). Nine-eleven galvanized the nation. Some of the responses to 9/11 scared the living heck out of me. Some of the responses made me super-proud that we can all act like human beings and help each other in times of crisis.
In a box in our attic, I still have a copy of the first and only "EXTRA" edition of any newspaper that I have ever gotten in my life. I've memorized the picture and the caption, and most of the story. Living in Westchester in September of 2001, I was a secretary in a White Plains branch of MetLife Small Business. My father thought that I was in one of the buildings. Because phones weren't working in the tristate-area for a long time after the actual events of that morning, my dad didn't reach me or my sister until much later. I wasn't able to reach my friends until much later. We all just worried for the longest time. And waited. And prayed.
Stories are important. Even if (and sometimes, specifically because) they are uncomfortable to discuss, it is crucial that we continue to talk about them.
Nine-eleven is the first and only time I've ever heard my father cry. Nine-eleven was THE reason that I stopped talking about moving out west to make my own way and did it (2001-2007, Seattle area of Washington State). Nine-eleven galvanized the nation. Some of the responses to 9/11 scared the living heck out of me. Some of the responses made me super-proud that we can all act like human beings and help each other in times of crisis.
In a box in our attic, I still have a copy of the first and only "EXTRA" edition of any newspaper that I have ever gotten in my life. I've memorized the picture and the caption, and most of the story. Living in Westchester in September of 2001, I was a secretary in a White Plains branch of MetLife Small Business. My father thought that I was in one of the buildings. Because phones weren't working in the tristate-area for a long time after the actual events of that morning, my dad didn't reach me or my sister until much later. I wasn't able to reach my friends until much later. We all just worried for the longest time. And waited. And prayed.
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| A Service for 9/11 Had to Be Held in St. Pat's Cathedral |
Stories are important. Even if (and sometimes, specifically because) they are uncomfortable to discuss, it is crucial that we continue to talk about them.
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| Sometimes All You Can Do is Hold a Vigil |
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