Friday

Reset, Recharge & Regroup - Day 5 March Writing Challenge

Do what you gotta do to get through the day, amirite??!!

 This is more of a housecleaning post, if you will. Since most of my readers are moms, I'm willing to bet that the weekends are just as busy as every other day, if not more for some houses and since we're moms we don't really get the weekends off like we did in the past. But that doesn't mean we can't shift our thinking and start looking at the weekends differently. For me, my husband is home on the weekends too and he is incredibly helpful with the kids and taking over. 

This wasn't automatic by the way. 

This took communication on my part of telling him what I needed as far as me needing to recharge my batteries and my energy in order to come back refreshed. This didn't happen overnight and it wasn't completely easy for me to communicate either. (It also didn't happen when we had tiny babies either.) It came with lots of guilt on my part because why should a wife and a mom need a complete break from the family? Doesn't that mean you don't love them? And no, it just means that I'm an introvert and the way I build my energy back up is by being alone in quiet and peace for a bit. Which is damn near impossible when you are a stay at home mom to small children. I learned about being an introvert very late in life, just a few years ago actually and I plan on writing about that more later in another post.

So because my husband is supportive of my writing and always has been, (when we met I was still doing the 24 Hour Plays that I wrote about in my "30 Things" post and he saw my very last one) I am planning to see what I can do during the weekends on both days to take an uninterrupted hour (or two???) where I'm not having to sacrifice my sleep or personal daily hygiene to get it, as well as completely setting up the entire family with food and entertainment before I retreat (because that is not getting a break!!) to just be by myself and quietly write. 

For the record, my husband has been saying for years now, "Go and write and take all the time you need and I'll take care of everything with the kids." And he means it and he does all of it but sometimes I get in my own way and I don't do it. Depression can be a bitch. When we had a baby/toddler who was still breastfeeding I wouldn't be able to just go for hours and hours, but we still tried to make a writing break happen as much as we could. 

It makes it harder now with Covid restrictions because I can't just go sit at a coffeehouse and write like I always used to. And even though there are tables available in most places to sit outside to drink a coffee, etc., it's still way too cold and windy and damp to do that. So I need to get creative. But I'm determined to make this work over the weekend because the last 5 days of being able to just sit in peace and quiet and write have literally fed my soul in unmeasurable ways. (Did I mention that I have been a "writer" since the 1st grade where I first started writing stories?) I feel this is literally who I am at my core. 

I have this feeling of calmness and contentment that I haven't felt in a long time because, this whole past year dealing with the pandemic and with distance learning and living life in quarantine, I never feel like I get a real break to reset and recharge. And I have realized that even more than taking a bubble bath or a long shower, or watching a movie or bingeing on a favorite series or going out for a solo coffee or lunch and certainly more than sitting and vegging out on my phone for a long time (even uninterrupted time) is being able to write, and actually have a long enough time to write where I can complete my thoughts that are always racing ahead of me - being able to sit in total quiet with a pen and a notebook or banging away at the keys on my laptop for an extended period of time is the most recharge and reset I could ever have for myself. 

So now that I recognize that, and I think it's the first time in my life of really seeing it written out - I need to make that happen and I must make that happen for my own sanity and clarity. 

Normally during the school week if the kids are at school and I have a break I'd take some time away from daily chores to just sit and veg out in front of the TV and I'd be constantly watching the clock, doing the math until pick up and I'd almost start crying every time because I just wasn't ready for that immense surge of energy that comes with everyone crashing together once again after being apart for hours. The kids, the dogs, the messy house, all of the show gear tossed everywhere leaving puddles of wet salty sand all over the mudroom. Papers flying in whirlwinds around my heads of sign this, read this, help me with this. Everyone needing snack after snack like they just got off the graveyard shift and didn't take a lunch break. Stories from three kids all at once about every annoying kid that did everything annoying at school, complaints about homework and the realization setting in that, yes, they need to go back to school the next day. For all of that extra after school stress, I do wish we were still homeschooling because we didn't really have any of that extra wildness and built up negative energy. There was still a big energy push by the ned of the day to go outside again and get a longer break which was harder to do in bad weather. 

By the way, I'm fighting the urge to defend the fact that I do love my kids and that I do love spending time with them as well as my husband who is my best friend and he somehow makes everything bad and negative melt away when I talk to him - because I hope that is a given - that moms can still be madly in love with their families yet still need breaks from them to come back whole again. The older I get the less I feel the need to defend myself because if someone is reading this and judging that they either haven't admitted fully to themselves yet that it's actually healthy and perfectly OK to take breaks from your loved ones, especially when you are overly stressed and overworked and overwhelmed - or they do not have children and can't imagine why someone would choose to have children if they need a break from them. And none of that makes any sense anyway. You are not a bad parent for needing to take a break from your family. Just like you were not a bad child/teenager for wanting to take breaks from your parents and/or siblings. 

In an effort to stop the cycle I put myself on of needing to tie everything up in a cute perfect bow to end my posts I will just say, until next time!


Thank you for reading,

Love,

Colleen


*About the March Writing Challenge: I have decided to try to write a blog post a day for 30 days to get back into the swing of being a writer again, which is one of my true loves in this life, creatively speaking. I'm a mom during a pandemic, so we’ll see how it goes! <insert nervous laughter.> Please leave a comment below and tell me where you are joining me from and how you found my blog; IG, Google, FB, Blog follower, etc. Thanks for joining me!**


*The above photo is actually one I took about 20 minutes before I picked up my kids from school on a freezing Monday afternoon which is always tough especially for my little one who is currently in kindergarten because he just came off a rad weekend of playing outside a bunch and having movie parties and getting to play video games (which are strictly for weekends in our house) and he wants to continue livin' that life on Monday after school. He also asks me every time if it's Friday yet. So this was literally my "gear up" fuel before I got everyone. This is not a daily thing...but maybe it should be? lol!

Thursday

Letting Go; Day 4 of the March Writing Challenge

Poipu Beach, Kauai **

 This one is hard, especially for a lazy control freak like myself. I jokingly say, "lazy" because there are a lot of things I will let slide because I just don't have the energy to deal with it (struggles of an Introverted Empath), but then when my anxiety kicks in I can definitely become more of a control freak. Which kinda drives me crazy. 

But how do you allow yourself to just let go? What does that even look like? 

When I became a mom there were a lot of things I realized that I needed to just let go of, after a lot of struggle on my part, of course.  Like having complete and total control of my free time because that no longer existed. Parents learn the hard way that there is a big chunk of time when your child is very small where there is no such thing as "free time" like it once was pre-kids unless you work very hard and sacrifice a lot to get it. Which feels like something has to suffer in some way for it. 

I struggled with trying to keep things organized and often felt upset with how I would spend my free time which was always nap time. If I just sat and vegged out and relaxed then I would be stressed that I didn't get any chores done. If I spent the whole time doing chores I didn't feel like I was able to just relax. If I napped myself - which is the golden advice, right? "Sleep when baby sleeps" I was so sleep deprived that I was always groggy when my baby woke up and I was never ready to wake up so I was irritable and somehow felt like I was more tired. I realized after a visit to the doctor years and years later that I was severely anemic and needed to take an iron supplement and that is one of the reasons why I was so tired. I have no idea why this wasn't ever addressed in any of the appointments I had gone to before that and had blood work done. So that was incredibly frustrating.

The reason why I chose this as the theme today is because my day completely got thrown off from what I had planned. There was an early morning dentist appointment for one of our kids that completely slipped our minds until the reminder call last night. (Thank God for those, right?) So, unfortunately due to tooth pain, my child needed to stay home from school the whole day. This is the first week back to school due to the covid shut downs, so I wasn't quite prepared mentally to have a child stay home from school during the first week back despite being sympathetic and empathetic to the tooth pain. I was not about to let them just go back to school and suffer all day. I feel very lucky to be able to make that last minute change in schedule work because I am a stay at home mom. Not every family is able to do that. So even though I try to be like seaweed flowing in the ocean and letting the current take me where it needs to go, it can still be hard when you have your mind set on a certain number of hours of free time to get things done. And my current writing projects are some of those things.

It's funny too (in the ironic sense of the word) because my phone is also not cooperating today at all, as well as our internet and that has also made me super annoyed and realizing that I need to just "Let Go" with what I had planned to do which was share and post things from this writing challenge. I was thinking about life before even having smart phones and how it was somehow easier and less complicated. I need to figure out a way to not be so attached to it and to not need it so much but I really don't know how to pull that off. I'll get back to you on that if I think of something.

And of course the pandemic itself has been an exercise in Letting Go - letting go of so many things. I have almost lost count of all of the things that we just had to let slip through our fingers, each pebble of sand falling to the ground and blowing away with the wind because we just...couldn't. And that's been hard. It's been hard on the kids and hard on the adults and hard on the grandparents who are out of state and feeling alone and isolated. 

I'm also going to just "Let Go" with feeling like I need to keep adding to the post (something I always feel inclined to do) so I'll say goodbye for now. But before I do I'd like to share a poem I wrote a few years (that I just rediscovered) aptly titled, Let It Go: 


"Today in the sun, 

and in the breeze, 

beneath the trees... 

I let go. 

I left the baggage and the burdens, 

 I admitted the ugly truth...to myself 

- this red hatred 

- the fear 

- the sorrow... and I shed it. 

 I dropped it. 

 I crumpled it like a dry orange leaf poking into my hands and sent it floating away with the wind. 

 It drifted and I shifted 

- my body, my thoughts and my anger. 

Today I'm 

just 

trying 

to 

let it go..."           





Thanks for reading!

Love,

Colleen


*About the March Writing Challenge: I have decided to try to write a blog post a day for 30 days to get back into the swing of being a writer again, which is one of my true loves in this life, creatively speaking. I'm a mom during a pandemic, so we’ll see how it goes! <insert nervous laughter.> Please leave a comment below and tell me where you are joining me from and how you found my blog; IG, Google, FB, Blog follower, etc. Thanks for joining me!**


**The photo above is one I took of the sun setting on Poipu Beach on the Island of Kauai. We were living there when I took this. This beach was about 10 minutes from our house. There are different phases of life that we just have to "Let Go" of too and for me (right now) that is living near the ocean. 


Wednesday

Reflection: Day 3 March Writing Challenge

Reflections in the pond*

I never thought that mom life could get more challenging and here walked in Covid-19 punching us all in the face and taking a shit on the rug where we barefoot stepped in it on our way to the bathroom in the middle of the night. It's been the carton of ice cream that you've been dreaming about all day and that someone decided to put back into the freezer completely empty as opposed to just throwing it away. It was the jerk who drove around to hundreds of stores buying up all of the toilet paper and hand sanitizer so he could sell it online for triple the price. Literally.

It was a shock to us all. I have three kids who are now ages 12 & 1/2, 10 and 6 and I've been a stay-at-home-mom the entire time. We have moved around a bit and off and on during the last several years we have homeschooled as well as had our kids go to school, except for our youngest who was only 2 &1/2 when we moved cross country to where we are now in Wisconsin. 

When we were homeschooling, it was always on our own terms and we had a lot of freedom of what we were teaching and when. It was nothing at all like distance learning with zooms and google classroom assignments that parents had to figure out how to explain, etc. The fall of 2019 we were once again in a transition period and for many reasons had decided to homeschool all three kids again. Our youngest would have been eligible to go to the public school two days a week for Pre-K and this would have been the first time ever that all three of my kids would be at school all day long for at least two of the days - but I chose to homeschool. There were many factors as to why we did that, but still that was nagging at the back of my mind, especially on those really tough days in the house with all three kids, making my own curriculum for a 6th grader, a 3rd grader and a Pre-K'er. And trying to juggle the daily chores as well as my own free time to help with my sanity. It was especially difficult when it was winter and the super cold days kept us all inside for days on end. This wasn't good for my mental health in any way whatsoever. 

So about January of 2020 (I shutter just typing out 2020), my husband and I started talking about maybe sending the kids back to school. Especially my very social middle guy who was desperately missing his friends and recess and PE and getting to play sports with his friends at recess and PE and also chatting with his friends at lunch and recess and PE. (What can I say, he's an active and chatty kid. He knows his priorities. ) He's incredibly social and enjoys interacting with his teachers and with all of his classmates too. 

So we had lots of conversations and deep talks and decided that the boys were going to go back at the beginning of February 2020. Do you see where this is headed? Once my older son said he wanted to go back, his baby brother decided that he wanted to do the same because his brother is his hero and he wants to do exactly the same thing. My daughter wasn't quite ready to go back yet as she actually really enjoyed homeschooling so we waited a bit to break the news that yes, she in fact, was going to be going back too. However, we chose to wait a bit longer to set everything up for her for middle school since we were already in the process of transitioning the boys back. And she craved some much needed quiet time at home to do her work in peace.

So the boys went back in February and did very well. It was a fairly easy transition. My little guy wished that he could go more than just two days a week and he loved his teacher. They were especially excited to be at school for Valentine's Day too. We toured the middle school with our daughter and met her new teachers and she was set to start school on Monday, March 9, 2020. There had already been talks of this thing called "Corona Virus" or "COVID-19" if you were particularly snooty, but the media and the white house made it seem like it was just affecting huge places like New York and not a single person in our tiny Wisconsin town of less that 4,500 was too worried about it. At least until Friday, March 13, 2020 when we received an email after school saying that we would be returning to school on Monday and Tuesday to collect things from the teachers to take about a 3 week break due to the Corona Virus. But then another email came on Saturday telling us that school would also be closed on Monday and Tuesday and that the teachers would be there to put packets together for a brief 3 week closure. And as luck would have it, my daughter actually got a cold and a cough her first week back so we had her stay home that Friday anyway. So she had gone to her new middle school for all of 4 days before everything got shut down for the "3 week quarantine" that eventually lasted the rest of the school year. And of course, now the boys were home too. But instead of being on our own schedule that was more flexible for what we need to do, we were now trying to stay afloat virtually.

I had a total of ONE full school day at home by myself without kids since becoming a mom 12 & 1/2 years ago during the week my daughter went back and my little guy went to school on Mondays and Fridays. He was gone that Friday, but my daughter was home sick. To say I cried like a baby when I realized that we were all going to at home in each others faces all day again where I was trying to juggle each child's learning plan again is an understatement. And my boys were heartbroken and rightfully mad too because they really liked going to school and as luck would have it, almost every single best buddy/teammate from various sports my middle guy played had just happened to all be in one classroom with the favorite teacher of 3rd grade, (according to the kids) and that was the class he happened to land in. Even his very, very best friend from 1st grade was in there and they sat next to each other. It was like his dream come true. We couldn't believe our luck. We told his new teacher how he was so excited to have his best friend in there and she decided to move them together to "help ease the stress of my son starting 3rd grade in the middle of the year" and it was such a great thing for him.

Pandemic life stepped in and my mental health took a severe nose dive to say the least. That time ended up being a total blur. One that I will try to write about someday but can't seem to piece all together at this moment.. 

But in closing, I just want to add that it's so important to ask for help when you are struggling. I really didn't do that during the quarantine because I didn't know how. We were all just barely floating along. My husband got about 3 weeks off then it was back to the grind like usual which made him feel super stressed because work wasn't taking proper precautions and I was left with the sinking, burning ship and jagged rocky shores ahead. I'm not blaming him of course, because he did what he could, but it was one of the hardest times in my life ever. And I am just now getting help for myself a year later. 


Until next time...

~
Colleen





~About the March Writing Challenge: I have decided to try to write a blog post a day for 30 days to get back into the swing of being a writer again, which is one of my true loves in this life, creatively speaking. I'm a mom during a pandemic, so we’ll see how it goes! <insert nervous laughter.> Please leave a comment below and tell me where you are joining me from and how you found my blog; IG, Google, FB, Blog follower, etc. Thanks for joining me!~


*This photo was taken by me at the El Dorado Nature Center in CA where my kids would take preschool classes. We called it "Nature School." It was such a great program, one that shut down for a bit. I hope they decided to do it again because it was really great. My little guy would go there for his 1 & 1/2 hour class and my daughter and I would walk around the nature center enjoying the pond and the trees and the swimming turtles and birds and quiet. Especially the quiet.



Tuesday

30 Reasons Why I'm Amazing! Day 2 March Writing Challenge


 March Writing Challenge Day 2: 30 Reasons Why I'm Amazing

Wow, not gonna lie, this one is hard, right ladies? Especially if you were raised not to brag about yourself because then you'd be "conceited" or "stuck up" like we used to say in the 90's. But I made this theme on purpose, especially because I'm a mom and the majority of my followers are also moms and what do we do when we want to brag? We brag about our kids. Or we brag about our husband or our wife or our partner/other half. We don't ever brag about...ourselves! (grasps pearls.) 

So, here we go. I have stalled long enough. My list of 30 reasons why I am a badass.

(By the way, I started to write this and my "number 1" was like two paragraphs long and I realized that I'm not writing a book...ahem...cough*cough* I'm just writing a short and sweet one page (ish) blog post. I mean those were my own words, right? I literally can't even follow my own directions I'm such a long winded winding wordy writer. I knew this assignment I gave myself was going to be hard but I didn't quite realize just how hard. Especially because I have the urge to explain and provide back story to all of my answers as opposed to just listing them. As a writer/storyteller it literally goes against everything I have ever done and believe in to just make a list of 30 things without giving a bunch of context, but lists can also be really fun and they can be great conversation starters too. So I'm going to try my best to not be toooooooooo wordy (too late) and to just stick to the facts. 


So let's start this again, shall we? *You can do it, Colleen! You've got this! Just don't type as much...


1. When I was about 21, I took a 5-day solo road trip up the coast of California from Long Beach to Monterey/Carmel and for the majority of the drive I took PCH/HWYW 1 which pretty much follows our beautiful ocean. (I am 100% an ocean girl.)

2. My husband and I (my fiance at the time) swam with dolphins in Cozumel. We were on a cruise and almost didn't make it back on the boat in time. We were literally the very last people to board and they were already starting to untie the ropes and we had to run all the way down the pier telling them to please wait with hundreds of people on the boat yelling for us to hurry and then cheering as we got on the ramp. It was scary as hell and super exhilerating all at once. Until of course, we got a huge lecture by boat staff the minute we boarded that completely ruined our literal tequila buzz. lol! 

(So I'm not doing so well on the list thing...)

3. I conquered my biggest fear of scuba diving (my husband helped me, he was my boyfriend at the time) and we went on to dive in beautiful places like Kauai, Belize, Catalina Island and Roatan Island (off Honduras.)

4. I like to make my family a birthday cake completely from scratch, including the frosting (no boxes/no cans of frosting) and I let them choose their ingredients and I just figure out how to make it work by looking at a bunch of different recipes online to make it work, which is has so far. Last year my daughter wanted a vanilla cake with peaches and blueberries with lemon blackberry frosting and fresh whipped cream on the side and it was literally one of the best cakes any of us had ever had! However, they take me about 4+ hours to make. No lie. lol!

5. At 22 years old worked 2 jobs waiting tables for about 6 months and saved every penny for a big trip. I backpacked for 3 weeks through Europe with a few friends and only enough clothes and stuff to fit on my back.

6. I waited until I was 29 years old to get married and on my 30th birthday, my husband of only one month and I moved to the Island of Kauai to start new jobs and a new life. We ended up having our daughter there about 2 years later and stayed for a total of 3 & 1/2 years before moving back to So Cal. We also learned to surf on Maui during an "island hopping" vacation for our 1 year anniversary. That is also where we got pregnant. 

7. I studied and apprenticed to become a Pilates instructor in West Hollywood and then worked at that studio while I was also planning our wedding. After we moved I opened my own studio on Kauai where a majority of my clients were tourists on vacation.

(This is not in any order btw...)

8. When I was about 28, I took another solo trip again up the coast to different beaches and this time I camped. By MYSELF. It still amazes me that I did that alone. Oh and to entertain myself, anytime I spoke to anyone I spoke in either an English accent or in a Scottish accent.

9. Even though I was always an actor/entertainer throughout my whole life and someone who loved being center stage in the limelight, I'm also an introvert who is also an Empath (which is very draining energy-wise) and I really, really enjoy my time alone which is hard when you are a stay-at-home-mom. After having kids I would take a few weekend writing trips by myself (pre-Covid, of course) so I could get away and recharge and just write and write and write while my husband took over with the kids. 

10. As a child, I sang in a children's choir and one time we got to sing on stage with Bob Hope. The director of this choir was also an agent and would find us jobs doing extra work on TV shows. When I was 11 years old I was an extra on a TV show where I actually got a close-up which I didn't realize until we were watching the show on TV with my whole family months later (cue lots of screams and cheers by my family! and then everyone calling us after to tell us they saw it too) and that was the most exciting thing as a kid to see myself on TV. I had kids at my school ask for my autograph which added to the coolness. It didn't last long because I'm not cool anymore. That was it. That was peak coolness.

11. I was always involved in theater in school and when I was a senior my advanced drama teacher chose me to direct one of our school plays. I loved it and got bitten by the directing bug!

12. When I was about 25/26 I joined a few community theatre troops in the area and one of them was celebrating their 50th anniversary. I was the lead in a very funny play that got a great review in the paper during our preview night which led to selling out all 16 shows and for the first time in that theatre's history they even sold standing room only tickets. It was one of the most fun things I have done on stage.

13. When I was 26, I ended a very toxic relationship with a narcissist and moved up to Hollywood alone to pursue my dreams of being an actor/writer/director (even though he said I couldn't do it.) I did it. And he stayed working at the hardware store for years and years doing nothing. So middle finger to him!

14. After I moved to Hollywood I quickly connected with a group of other theatre geeks and we put on a bunch of 24-Hour Plays where you have only 24 hours to write/direct/memorize a one-act play (about 20-30 minutes long) and put up a complete variety show for a paying audience that expected to laugh a bunch and be entertained. I was always one of the writer/directors and it was probably one of the hardest, most grueling things I have ever done as a writer because we had no idea until that night who was going to be in our play, or even how many people were going to be in it, which didn't leave any room for prepping anything ahead of time. We'd all get to the theatre by 10PM and start hanging out, being loud and abnoxious trying to make everyone laugh and meeting any new people. (This was pre-smart phones btw, so literally everyone was "present and in the moment" just chilling with each other and there wasn't a single person veggin' out on their phones.) Then from about 11PM-12AM all of the writer/directors would take the stage and start drawing names out of a hat to see who was going to be in our show. Then we all broke off and the writers found a quiet place to stressfully write in a state of constant and total panic checking the time every 5 minutes while all the actors were distracting us by being loud and bonding and having a blast making all of us writers both mad and jealous and questioning why we chose to be a damn writer in the first place. No one went home at that point and every single person stayed at the theatre from 10PM on like one huge slumber party with about 30-40 of your favorite funny friends. The writers only had from about midnight until 4AM to write our complete script. (So, no sleep.) At 6AM the main guy who ran the "24's" came back from Kinko's with donuts as well as all of our copies of our handwritten scripts to hand out to our new cast members so we could do a first read through and make any small changes and adjustments and plan out blocking (which is when/where you enter the stage, and where you stand, when you exit, what furniture and set pieces you would have in each scene, etc.) Each group rehearsed over and over until our lunch break at about noon. We had a 2 hour lunch break so we could go home and shower and gather costumes and props (all the while still trying to memorize lines) and you didn't DARE nap because you might not wake up in time from lack of sleep! Then we were back at the theatre for dress rehearsal followed by a tech rehearsal - where the director of each show (me being one of them) had to quickly work with the lighting/sound person and tell them all of our blocking as well as lighting and music cues that we had to design for our piece as the writer. I always had a ton of different music and light cues in my show and the lighting guy (one of my best friends at the time) both loved me and hated me as a writer because I made his job very complicated. He secretly loved it because it kept him n his toes. By that point at the dress rehearsal everyone had to be 100% off book (meaning every single thing is completely memorized because you weren't allowed to have your script in your hands during the final show because that's boring and tacky.) Again, no time for sleeping during any of that time. And at 6:30M we had an audience filling the theatre and we were going live at 7PM sharp! Then of course we would all go out to Denny's or something after to celebrate our awesome evening of totally original one-act shows and new friends. By the time I would actually get to sleep, I had been awake for about 30+ hours! We did this once a month for a while. I even talked my mom into doing one of the shows with us and we were a writing team and she made her acting debut as well. It was so much fun to share that experience with her. I'm not gonna lie, I really miss those days and all of those super awesome, creative, funny people who pushed me creatively beyond where I ever thought possible. This is part of why I am ALWAYS drawn to funny, cretive people. But damn, I miss those days. To be young and free again! LOL! 

(Ok holy crap...(wow!) so THAT was absolutely not a list and I'm failing miserably at my own assignment. Bad writer! BAD!!!)

15. One of my biggest fears as an actor was doing comedy improv, which it's all off the top of your head and nothing is planned. Determined to get over this fear and become a better performer, I joined an improv troupe and would take classes where we had to perform in front of a live (and paying!!) audience after each class. And they expected to be entertained for their money! lol! It was so stressful and so much fun!

16. I have had 2 waterbirths at home with our second and third children with a midwife team and a doula along with my husband. With baby number 3, my mom and our 6 year old daughter was also there to see her baby brother being born. It was one of the hardest, most rewarding and empowering experiences of my entire life.

17. My husband taught me how to ride a motorcycle and we would go dirt biking through the red dirt hills of Kauai.

18. I was hospitalized when I was about 7 weeks pregnant with our first born. We were living on Kauai and I contracted something that the locals called, "the jungle flu." I couldn't keep a single thing down for over a week and it was a long recovery once we got back home too. I don't know how we both survived, but we fought through it. To this day my daughter is a fighter.

19. I wrote a children's story inspired by my kids that was in a contest to become an e-book and even though I didn't win, I was one of the ones they chose to publish.

20. I wrote a one-act play that was chosen to be one of two shows that was put up as a dinner theatre when we were living on Kauai. I was part of a theater group there called, Women In Theatre.

21. I was always a go-getter when I was younger. I had a college professor once refer to me as a, "Bulldozer" to some of my classmates. I would start school clubs or I would be the president of school clubs, I was the lead in many school plays, I played on the soccer team as a goalie, in HS I was the coach of a little girls cheer team and we got 3rd in competition. I was always organizing or teaching or leading or doing something and now my anxiety and depression just gets in the way most days. I'm still trying to overcome it.

22. My husband and I moved our family of 3 out of the comfort of being near family and where we grew up and moved across the country from Southern California to start a new life in a tiny town in the countryside in Wisconsin.

23. When I was 5, I was on my cousin's horse with 2 of my other little cousins and the horse bucked up and we all fell off. I was the only one who wanted to get back on and keep riding. I feel like I'm still that little girl who gets back on the horse and keeps riding.

24. As a child I would often go to summer camp through the Girl Scouts and I didn't know another sole when I got there but I always left with a ton of new best friends. 

25. I survived through breastfeeding all 3 of my kids. My first born and I had Thrush which is incredibly painful where my toes would curl from the pain and I was sobbing every time she latched, but I was very determined to breastfeed and slowly, we got over the hump in the beginning and it became the easiest thing and wasn't painful at all. However, with each child we still had to get over that very painful hump that lasted for about the first 3 months. Some women have no issues at all with it, but I always did. I can totally see why mom's don't do it and because it's soooooo incredibly hard, a woman should never feel obligated to do it or be shamed because of it or because she choose to bottle feed. It has to be whatever works for mom and baby, and it must be the mom's choice. It's harder if you don't have any support.

26. When I was 25 years old (pre-marriage/pre-kids) I was in a dead-end, long term relationship that was stressing me out and I suffered a severe panic attack and mental breakdown and was very suicidal but I still drove myself to the emergency room and willingly entered into a "mental hospital" which ended up being a week long stay. (Thank God it was actually partially covered with insurance at the time!!) It was one of the best decisions I have ever made for myself and for my own self care. I was able to just check out of my very stressful life for a bit and focus on myself and go to different therapy sessions; group and private, art therapy and movement therapy throughout the day which was very healing for me. We even had a dog come visit us. A golden retriever and that was the best thing ever to just hug on that sweet dog!! Plus I had a room that overlooked all of the buildings in downtown Los Angeles and I would just sit in my room each night and stare out at all of the twinkling lights watch the miles of bumper to bumper traffic, all of those red and white lights slowly inching along and I would write and write which was very healing for me. 

27. The relationship I mentioned above was from 20-25 yers old, he proposed and we were starting to plan the wedding even though I knew it was a mistake and that he wasn't "the one" the minute he preposed. But I still said yes. I ended that relationship which was very hard to do, but it was the best thing for me in the long run. He wasn't my person and honestly, it should have only lasted a few months but it lasted 5 years. That was my mistake for not putting myself first. In the mental hospital I realized I needed to end that relationship even thought he was incredibly supportive during my stay or it was literally going to end up killing me if I didn't get out. He was a pretty nice guy, he just wasn't the person I wanted to marry.

28. I was voted "funniest classmate" and "best actress" by my peers in my high school drama class and that was one of the most touching awards I had ever gotten because those awards were voted on only by my classmates and because HS kids can be so brutal and harsh and judgy!! LOL!

29. I once spent my 2 days off from work writing for 8-10 hour stretches throughout the entire 2 days, not even stopping to chat with my roommate. (I prepped her ahead of time.) This was obviously during my single/pre-marriage/pre-kids days.) I literally can't imagine what that kind of free time would even look like right now. Can't even picture it. I think this might be a lie. I think I was living in some sort of dream world.

30. Whenever I can (when I have the extra energy to do so) I try to empower, encourage, inspire, lift up women, young women and especially mothers because I've been there with the crippling postpartum depression and extreme stress, anxiety and overwhelm where you feel like you are all alone. I am always finding my tribe and adding to my tribe of understanding, supportive people. 

I'm not going to lie, at first I couldn't think of anything but after I got into the flow of this I was actually thinking of more than 30 things to write about. I might continue in my journal and look back at it every time I doubt myself and my contributions to the world. I really am a total badass and I've done some really cool and amazing things and I need to celebrate myself more than I do. I am so much more than my depression and anxiety. 

If you are still reading this I really appreciate it and I thank you and I really hope you'll join me!!


Lots of love to you always!

Love,

Colleen


Day 2! That's a wrap! Woop Woop!


About the March Writing Challenge: I have decided to try to write a blog post a day for 30 days to get back into the swing of being a writer again, which is one of my true loves in this life, creatively speaking. I'm a mom during a pandemic, so we’ll see how it goes! <insert nervous laughter.> Please leave a comment below and tell me where you are joining me from and how you found my blog; IG, Google, FB, Blog follower, etc. Thanks for joining me!






Monday

Welcome back to my daily writing practice


Day 1

Hey guys, it’s been a minute. 😅

**About the March Writing Challenge: I have decided to try to write a blog post a day for 30 days to get back into the swing of being a writer again, which is one of my true loves in this life, creatively speaking. I'm a mom during a pandemic, so we’ll see how it goes! <insert nervous laughter.> Please leave a comment below and tell me where you are joining me from and how you found my blog; IG, Google, FB, Blog follower, etc. Thanks for joining me!**


❤️This is a big week. Today is Monday, March 1, 2021. I kinda love it when the first day of the month starts on a Monday because it feels like a fresh start. It’s already been over a year since we were aware of COVID-19 in the world and in a few weeks it will be a full year since most schools shut down for a very long quarantine where we were learning how to navigate distance learning and working from home all at the same time. 

I have to say that as a former homeschooling mama myself, “distance learning” was a whole other animal compared to homeschooling. And even though I had previously homeschooled all 3 of my kids (I made my own curriculum when I did that), being on the school’s schedule with zooms and google classroom assignments and deadlines for 3 children was no joke. 

We live in a small town and some of our more “old school” teachers had a very tough time getting the hang of doing everything via computer, but we all made it work. In the fall we were fortunate enough to have our elementary kids go back full time with strict COVID safe practices put into place like wearing masks all day long, only playing with the kids in your classroom at recess (which is hard for my incredibly social 4th grader who has friends in every class), lunch at your desks, lots of hand washing and social distancing while standing in line, etc. 

However, for some reason they put the kids in 7th-12th on a modified schedule where they only went in person for 2 days and they were home for 3. This did not work out for us at all. My daughter does better with a set schedule and it was way too loosey goosey for her as far as when things needed to get done, etc. It was also hard to get help from her teachers during their office hours on the subjects she struggled with. 

So today on March 1st they decided to have all students return to full time in-person learning and we are very happy about that. My daughter is still on the fence about it and was really liking her quiet time at home without her little brothers, but this will be good for everyone to get back to a more regular way of life again. Remember when the schools shut down in March and most people thought it was only going to be for about 3 weeks? I’m glad we are finally pulling ourselves out of the fire and seeing a faint light at the end of the tunnel. 

I have decided that I will start a writing more now that I will have some extra quiet time at home with all three kids at school. This also is a first for me since our youngest is a kindergartner this year and at our school the kindergarteners go 5 days a week. I’m kind of beside myself and don’t really know what to do with all of my free time!!! So my first thought it to write more.

 I am going to try to write a blog post a day for 30 days to dust off my writing hat once again. I feel gitty and energized. It coincides perfectly with stepping into spring as the temperatures are starting to warm up here in chilly Wisconsin, the snow is starting to melt, I can see some grass peaking through the snow as it recedes from the sidewalks and curbs. The sun is shining more and for longer. It’s staying lighter later and no longer feels like it’s midnight at 4:30pm. More people are out and about walking their dogs. My kids have started riding their bikes more and we’ll have more chances for my kids to walk home from school as opposed to me getting caught up in the crazy parent pick up lines at school since it’s no longer 10* F and super icy outside.


It truly feels like a new day. 


Love, 

❤️Colleen

PS: I chose the photo above because I feel like the frozen icicle represents our lives sometimes. Even though we can see it and feel it, hold it up to the sunshine and let the light pass through, we still might be frozen in one place unable to break out without a little help. This is how I felt during this pandemic most days. Frozen in time. Just hanging there waiting for something to happen. Waiting for the sunshine to break through so I could finally melt. It’s ok if your life was somewhat put on hold for a while during all of this. We’ve been through a lot and many of us have struggled more in the last year than we ever have in the past. Especially parents because we had so many other lives to worry about with so much uncertainty. It’s ok to allow yourselves to slowly start melting and find your new path in this new reality. Spring is coming! Some may bloom quicker than others during this time but there is no rush so be gentle with yourselves in the process.


*You can find more photos like this on my photography page on IG, @NatureMama3

Wednesday

Motherhood: A Poem

back breaking
arms aching
mind worn out and tired
patience gone
days are long
somedays I wish I could get fired
Laundry is piling
an old lady was smiling as we passed her in the park
"These days go by fast,"she smiled

but I'm still depressed
because it's still lonely and hard.

Written by Colleen Canavan in the throes of postpartum depression on 8-28-16







Tuesday

The Only Boy In Dance Class

My name is Bayman and I love to dance!  My parents say I was born with rhythm in my bones, a song in my heart and a bounce in my step. My mom even says I was tap dancing while I was growing in her belly! But how in the world did I get tap shoes on when I was inside her belly is what I want to know?! Do they even make tap shoes that small?

When I was two years old and full of energy my mom took me to my first tap and ballet class. I loved it!  I walked in and saw the wide open floor and the mirrors and the ballet bar and the great music and the lights and the cool shoes and I thought, where has this class been all my life? I never wanted to leave. My tap shoes were so loud and I got to stomp, stomp, stomp around like a dinosaur. My ballet shoes were so quiet I got to leap, leap, leap through the air like a ninja and no one could even hear me coming. I was so excited to meet some other boys in ballet who also wanted to stomp like dinosaurs and leap like ninjas, but I was the only boy in my class. Even though I wished there were more boys, it didn't matter, I still loved going. While all of the girls are wearing pink tutus and leotards I got to wear my favorite camo shorts and motorcycle t-shirt. Just something comfortable I could move my body in, Miss Cristina said. Sometimes I even wore a funny T-shirt that looked like I was wearing a tuxedo and bow tie, or suspenders and red bow tie that my mom got me if I wanted to be extra dressed up. I choose black leather ballet shoes and tap shoes that look like fancy dress shoes you'd wear to a wedding. But they aren't fancy wedding shoes at all because they are secret noise makers once you get on the wood dance floor.  I actually got to stomp and make noise and I didn't even get in trouble for it and no one told me to be quite. I think that is my favorite part.

The classical music we dance to for ballet was so relaxing for my wild body I got to twirl, jump and stretch my body until the calmness came over me.  The music we listened to for tap was so happy and fun, I got to tap, tap, tappity-tap my energy right out onto the floor. Miss Cristina even let us bring our favorite stuffed lovie to class for the Teddy Bear dance where we hugged, twirled and rocked our animals to sleep. My favorite part of the class was when we had our rainbow fabrics that we would ball up and toss into the sky and watch it was gently floated down to our open arms where we would then leap all around the classroom holding our ribbons like kites as it flew behind us. Actually my favorite part of the class was when we got the hula hoops out and set them on the floor and would jump from hoop to hoop like quite ninjas in our ballet shoes not making a single peep and at the end we got to take a bow. I had a different bow from the girls because I am a boy and the boys bow like fancy knights bowing for the king and queen. Then we would do all sorts of hula hoop tricks. Wait, I think my favorite part of the class was when we changed into our tap shoes and we shuffle-ball-kicked our way across the floor in a funky rhythm.

Then my favorite part of ballet and tap was getting a sticker and a hug from Miss Cristina after class. But my very favorite part was when she said, I'll see you next week because then I knew I got to do it all over again!  I sure do love my tap and ballet class!  Even if I am the only boy in class.

Written by Colleen Canavan
Instagram: @naturemama3

The Barefoot Boys


The barefoot boys like to have snacks together.
The barefoot boys like to play cars together.
The barefoot boys like to hum the same songs. Sometimes together and sometimes different songs at the same time.
The barefoot boys can turn anything into a musical instrument and start a band.
The barefoot boys like to play wooden blocks together.
The barefoot boys like to play balancing games together.
Baby barefoot likes to copy big barefoot, especially when he puts a bucket on his head.
The barefoot boys like to ride scooters, bikes, motorcycles, skateboards and basically anything with wheels.
The barefoot boys like to play basketball, hit golf balls, throw baseballs, kick soccer balls and basically do anything with a ball.
The barefoot boys like to take tubs full of bubbles.
The barefoot boys like to explore nature together.
The barefoot boys like to build castles of sand, build towers of blocks, build mountains of pillows, build forts out of furniture, and basically just build anything from anything.
The barefoot boys like to play baby dolls, they like to rock, feed and put their baby's to sleep, they like to give their baby dolls a tub and change their clothes and give them a fresh diaper after they poop or pee, they like to play kitchen, they like to help clean up the house, they like to play school where big barefoot teaches baby barefoot everything he knows and basically they like to play anything that will help make them good daddies someday.
The barefoot boys like to play dress up together and put on puppet shows and have tea parties with their stuffed animals.
The barefoot boys like to make up dance routines together, take dance class together and stomp around in their tap shoes making as much noise as possible. They also like to dance hip hop and be B-Boys.
The barefoot boys like to swim and swim and swim.
The barefoot boys like to run and run and run.
The barefoot boys like to sing and dance and have fun, fun, fun.


The barefoot boys also like to sit quietly together with their arms around each other and holding each other tight forever - as only brothers can.

Baby Barefoot (2 years old) Big Barefoot (6 years old)

Written by Colleen Canavan
Instagram: @naturemama3

Ode To My Espresso Machine

You saved my life during those early days of postpartum depression -
instant rewards for my dedicated repetition.
Your shiny square body distorting my face.
The only reflection I recognized.
Tiny cups collecting your liquid gold
Lacy chocolate ruffles clinging to the cup as I pour.
The color of Happiness.
The pungent smell of sunshine.
The protector of the sugar - holding it in each drop.
Your steam like an old black and white movie -
far off train whistle
pushing me closer to my destination.
The joy and anticipation of a relaxation vacation.
Toddler fights and baby cries became muted by the scream of your steam.
Tight white foam flows into your muddy lava bringing you to life
while bringing me back from the dead.
I am a life giver, but you, you my dear are a life savor -
All $350 dollars of you.

Written by Colleen Canavan
Instagram: @naturemama3



Saturday

Being Grateful After A Rough Year

2016 hasn't exactly been a picnic. I'm a bit terrified for 2017 to be honest. The days following January 20, 2017 to be exact. Not that things were perfect before - nothing is ever perfect. But I'm especially afraid for what is to come. The night of the election I wrote this: How Do I Explain This To My Children? and I still feel the same way.

Anyway, I'm making myself sit here and find 12 things I'm grateful for from last year because I need to focus on the positive and put in the effort to move forward and find the peace within me for myself and for my children.

1. I'm grateful that we have gotten rain. We live in Southern California and we are in a really bad drought and we desperately need rain. So grateful for the rain!

2. I'm grateful that a site like Ancestry.com exists because we have finally found more information about my dad's side of the family. He grew up in an abusive, broken home and spending quality time with family and relatives telling stories about the old days and keeping track of who was who wasn't really what they did. I was actually able to trace back to the late 1600's and find full-blooded Cherokee Indians in our bloodline. My 9th Great Grandmother was an amazing Cherokee woman who I could actually read about on google!! Her name was Quatsy of Tellico (of the Wolf Clan) and one of her sons was a man called Standing Turkey (Old Hop) who also has fascinating stories about him.

3. I'm grateful for rainy, gloomy, lazy post-holiday weekend days where the whole family is home and I'm sitting around writing, still in jammies, drinking lattes all day long which is perfectly acceptable on a day like this.

4. I'm grateful for summer beach days with friends or with family. Where we get there early and spend the day digging in the sand, finding crabs hiding out on the pier pilings, boogie boarding in the waves, drying off to eat a sandwich and maybe catching a small cat nap on a towel in the sun. After a long day of beaching it up I'm always grateful for our favorite Mexican restaurant next to the pier where we spend the evening eating tacos and eating chips and salsa reminiscing about our beach day while planning the next one.

5. I'm grateful for kids who crack themselves up silly while watching cartoons. Those days pass quickly, so it's fun to hear kids being kids who enjoy slapstick comedy like only a kid can.

6. I'm grateful for holidays filled with yummy homemade food made from recipes that have been passed down, lots of family who share funny stories, (even if they are the same funny stories year after year), kids running through the house and even the happiness and calmness when everyone gets the heck out at the end of the evening so I can finally decompress!

7. I'm grateful for dancing babies. Especially my own who will dance to any music, any time of the day or night. Even in his sleep.

8. I'm grateful for my sweet 6 year old child when I see him playing on the playground just before I pick him up from school and I observe him being a good friend to others and a helper to his teachers - even though he doesn't know I'm watching him. There isn't anything better than watching your child enjoy their childhood.

9. I'm grateful for my daughter. She is an amazing big sister (most of the time - I mean she is human after all!) and she has such a caring heart and a sweet, spunky soul. I love watching her create art because she enjoys it so much and she has really become such a great little artist at only 8 years old. I hope to collaborate with her someday on a children's book and have her be my illustrator. I also love to see her interacting with animals. She has a real gift when it comes to animals.

10. I'm grateful for my husband who is on this crazy journey with me, who makes me laugh daily and who is always doing funny accents to crack us up. He's a great dad, a great husband and a hard worker. And we both share the same crazy dream of being organic farmers someday too. We already have the house full of animals. Our 8 and 1/2 year old daughter, our 6 year old son and his 2 year old toddler brother who is like 10 animals in one.

Happy New Year! Be safe and please call a cab or an Uber as opposed to driving drunk. My husband lost his very best friend 11 years ago this January due to a drunk driver hitting him and killing him. He was only 31 years old. I hope the coming year is good to you and your family. One of my New Year's Resolutions is to practice more gratitude. Especially during this year of the "terrible two's." As I type, my 2 year old is currently face down, crying uncontrollably, feet kicking while he's screaming because daddy put his favorite chair back at the kid table and he wanted it at the kitchen table, even though you can't see him at all when he's sitting in it because the table is too tall....Oh wait, now he's running in the other room laughing at a ball his big brother just threw. Thank goodness for the easily distracted toddler! All is right with the world.

Unless you move the chair again. #momlife

xo
Coll


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