Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Seven Layers


The seven layers of grief:
  • Shock & Denial
  • Pain & Guilt
  • Anger & Bargaining
  • Depression & Reflection & Loneliness
  • Upward Turn
  • Reconstruction
  • Acceptance & Hope

Pretty sure I went through every single one of those emotions at some time today. Today, just downright sucked. I admit it; not proudly, but I do admit it. Not looking forward to a repeat of it any time soon!

Today, September 27, 2011, was the day we found out about my grandmother’s (Dotti) cancer. Today, was the third big event in my life in as many weeks. Finding out approximately how long my amazing, talented, passionate, stubborn grandmother is going to live based on the growth of her incurable cancer.  Just heavy weight on your shoulders; black cloud over your head; yucky! GOOD NEWS!!! No growth in 3 months! Everything is small, can be radiated down when needed… Dotti is going to live FOREVER!

The wonderful flip side to this relief is…  Now, Mommy, Daddy and Dotti are all going to move. Across the World -- ok, country to Seattle Washington to be close to my niece and nephew (the grandkids.) Did I mention they are doing this in DECEMBER (and did I mention it is the last week of September!) I am completely and totally happy for everyone! My niece and nephew (and my sister) are a joy, smart, awesome people and everyone moving is the right thing to do…. But…

This means I’m alone. Totally completely away from my family. For the first time in 40 years my parents are going to be farther than an 8 hour drive away from me; they'll practically be over an 8 hour airplane flight away! I do understand it is not all about me. I do understand that my parents are just as terrified moving (to a new state without a place to live, or a job) as I am of being alone. But...

That information, combined with the realization I’m not going to run in to my friends at the grocery store, I had to get a new Kroger card (so I can get the points), re-realizing I don’t have a boyfriend anymore, the joys of living out of boxes and never having the right supplies for the job (because they are in that other box.) All of it combined, just sucked!

That was my day. 

So, in regards to the 7 layers - I will admit - I have made it to 6 and 7 by the end… Because, all in all, my family moving is the best thing for everyone. I have an amazing family from other mothers who love me as dearly. In the grand scheme of things, this isn’t that bad, everyone is healthy (-ish) and we will still talk every day. It's going to be ok. And lastly, because we all know it really is about me, I can do anything!  

Thursday, September 22, 2011

MY Belief


YES! I am taller that the Sousaphone- By 2 inches!
Since I was 13 I’ve lived in apartments, rented homes, or with a licensed builder/handyman. I haven’t had to worry about the maintenance on my homes. Haven’t has to think about mowing the lawn, fixing the toilet/garbage disposal, or the like.  Now… It’s a different story… My parent’s house is laden with a multitude of projects! The good news is….

I have this belief; it’s very strong and I hold onto it tight never wanting to let it go. I am the first to admit it gets in the way a lot. And maybe, just maybe, if I gave up on the belief, just a little, I might not be 40 and living at my parents -- I might be 40 and living with a wonderful boyfriend creating our life together…  But I’m pretty focused on this and not budging.

I believe I can do anything! ANYTHING! Go anywhere…  Be anything… Create anything...
DO ANYTHNG!!!!

So, when I realize I need to move the electrical outlet, I just shake my head and think – there has to be a YouTube video that will teach me that. Or, when I think about the fact the drain is going to get clogged - I’ll learn how to use a snake. Because, as you know, I can do anything.

Now that I’ve had my say, I’m going back to organizing the treasure of my life, designing a dental office, creating 2 marketing campaigns, updating my website,  and learning how to scim coat the walls.


Ps... I grew up with my parents telling me this was my theme song. It might even be the beginning of my belief. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do....

Monday, September 19, 2011

My 40th Birthday Present to Myself -- I MOVED!


I moved! I moved from a beautiful 3 bedroom home on an acre of land in small quaint Milford with just my boyfriend, I and our 2 cats, to a 2 bedroom small home in busy Redford (a block away from 8 mile - yeah, Eminem's 8 Mile) with my parents. Isn’t that what everyone does the week before they turn 40? I wanted to follow my dreams of being a house hold name for interior design. I wanted to explore life again and live it to its fullest.

So, I packed up all my treasures (because, if I’m taking the time to pack it and figure out where/how to store it… it IS a treasure!) Called a wonderful friend and moved; moved with the help of 9 determined friends with really BIG trucks and trailer.

Now, I’m living in a 30’ x 15’ space where I’m sleeping and running my dream company from.  And yeah… Did I mention it has to be remodeled? (unless red, orange, yellow flowered stripe ripped wall paper, mixed with knotty pine paneling is your thing) My living space needs some major remolding, while the rest of the house needs more of a facelift. And, there isn’t a budget for anything.

I don’t look at this as limiting or a step backward… Instead I’m proud and embracing all of it - smiling!

This blog is my story. What it’s like to move in with my parents and follow my dream, while remolding MY home in completely my style. I hope you enjoy the ride

My sleeping space
View from my bed to my office