Friday, December 9

NyQuil, Jesus, and a Treadmill: Read This Post on Really Bad Days!

The title of this post is a reminder to myself..."Read this post on really bad days!" 

I need to remember that. 

Do you ever think about writing yourself a manifesto to read on the days when your brain spirals downward into the blah blah discouragement dumps? This is that post. The post that reminds me to turn to Jesus, quickly! The post that reminds me where my feet need to be planted. The truth is, no matter how much spiritual healing and deep soul work I do, I will still have crummy brain days...days when the truth gets blurred and my heart sinks low. But, my recovery (because of the healing I've done!) is so much faster these days. 

I wrote this post in case you, like me, are having a bad day...even in a sunny place like Florida, and need a little pep talk to pull yourself out of it. 

If you can empathize, read on...

I'm a lucky lady...I got to sneak away for a couple days of quiet and sunshine this week.

Yes, yes, I did.

I was looking forward to it, and then felt guilty about it, and then I embraced it and got on the plane to Florida with Scott (who had to go for business reasons) earlier this week.

I brought a bag full of journals, books, blog post ideas, freelance work I needed to do, to-do lists, shopping lists...all of those things that often get pushed aside until the "after hours" when the kids are in bed. 

Lately, the "after hours" find me so tired that I sit on the couch for just "one minute", close my eyes, open them long enough to muster up the energy to make sure the dishwasher is loaded and then head to bed where I try to read a chapter in a book and end up falling asleep a page and a half in.

This is motherhood in all of its tired glory in these early years. Maybe in all the years...I don't know. I can only speak to the reality that I know now. The "after hours" have been the tired hours lately. Hours I dream about all day. Hours I promise myself will be full of the writing I've wanted to do, and organization projects, and Shutterfly photo books. Then I actually reach 9 p.m. and its like all of those ideas were little mirages in the hot and sandy motherhood desert. 

It's all good. I know this "desert" is a season, and there is much beauty within it. 

Our trip started with a zing when our original 9:50 a.m. flight got cancelled, and a Southwest agent asked us at 7:15 a.m. if we could make an 8:20 flight-- all while Aubrey was clinging to my leg and crying for me not to leave, Ava's bus was pulling down the street, and Ella was still sleeping.

Regardless, since our bags were mostly packed, we flew out of the house after Ava got on the bus-- with Aubrey (who was starting to settle down), a sleepy Ella, our luggage, and Scott's mom (baby sitter extraordinaire!) in tow, and somehow made it to the gate for that 8:20 Florida flight on time.

I looked like an actress from one of those zombie shows: Crazy hair, no make-up, one earring on because the other one broke in the car, pale from lack of sunshine, and yet to be caffeinated because we ran out the door so quickly.

After all the running, I did get a coffee right before we boarded and the 2 1/2 hour flight. And since we were flying sans kiddos I actually finished a book I've been trying to finish for almost a year...a book on ADD, nonetheless. It's ok, you can laugh. I've recently been trying to decipher whether I've always had underlying ADD or if I've just gone gone MADD (Motherhood Attention Deficit Disorder).

 Either way, the book gave me all sorts of great ideas for organizing my life and helping me to focus. I wrote them all down on a piece of paper that I probably won't be able to find by next week.

It has been a nice week...really, it has. I got to visit Scott's cousin Tyson, his beautiful wife and adorable 8 month old son in their home in Tampa. Ty and Meg are two of my favorite people in the whole wide world...they run a non-profit called New Perspective Foundation that offers financial aid to families who have experienced a spinal cord injury. You can read more about Ty and Meg and what they are doing on their website. You will absolutely be inspired. I didn't get a picture this time around, but this is Ty, Meg, their baby and Aubrey at Cedar Pointe earlier this year. 

I also got to visit one of my grandmother's best friend's in Daytona. My grandmother died at the far too young age of 64 from lung cancer (after years of heavy smoking).  Visiting her friend (they were friends for over 40 years!) was like vicariously getting to connect with a piece of her for a few hours. It was a sweet time.

 I sat at her kitchen table with her and her husband (she's almost 80 and he's 88) and listened to them talk about life--their card playing nights, her husband's jam sessions on Thursday nights with a couple of other local musician (he played and sang in small, local country music bands for most of his life and music is still the thing that makes his face light up!), and sadly their experiences with the death's of many friends and illnesses that pervade when your social circle reaches the age of 80+. It was a humbling, heart warming reminder about how quickly life marches forward, and how fleeting the days can be.

I made a 15 minute pit-stop to see the Atlantic Ocean while in Daytona, took a picture of my toes in the sand, the waves behind me, and collected a pocketful of shells for my girls. I did momentarily wonder, as I stared at the many folks jogging and walking down the beach that morning, and gazed up at the towering condo complex that sat on the beaches edge, how it might change someone's (ahem, mine!) daily emotional make-up to gaze out a window every morning and see something as majestic as the ocean.

But for now, I live in Buffalo. Grow where you're planted, right?!! 

(Which reminds me of the beautiful, flowering hibiscus plant that I bought myself for Mother's Day. It's currently struggling to bloom in the back of my living room under the gray shroud of a Buffalo November...need I mention how tall and full of flowers the hibiscus plants are down here?! I think there's a lesson in that, but I'll save that for another post!).

So those were all the great moments on my little trip. For better or worse, despite the sunshine and quiet trips in the car, I seemed to have brought an increasingly annoying head cold with me from Buffalo. I tried a couple shots of nose spray, Tylenol, lots of water and Emergen-C. But by Wednesday night my head felt so spacey and my nose so stuffy that I gave in and took a full dose of NyQuil. I'm pretty sure that was a bad idea (and now remember why I don't take the stuff!).

The upside- I slept really well and my nose felt a little bit better in the morning.

The downside- I woke up with a wicked NyQuil hangover. Tired, spacey, struggling to focus. I actually felt like a hot mess yesterday morning. I was anxious about things I hadn't gotten done yet that were on my Florida "to-do" list. I was feeling anxious about life in general-- about goals I've set for myself that I've struggled to reach, about things I want to do with the kids that I struggle to fit in, about all sorts of things that are too many to fit into this small  blog space and would make this post more tedious than it needs to be.

Simply stated, I was a mess.  And then I was mad at myself for being a mess.

I shouldn't be a mess here. Not in Florida! Not in a quiet hotel room. Not with the sun shining. Not with Nanner (grandma) so selflessly watching the kids for 5 days. I have NOTHING to be a mess about. 

And yet I was.

The hilarious Seinfeld-ish part of the day was that in the midst of my sinus induced, NyQuil provoked haze, as I was trying to pull myself together with water, coffee and lots of prayer, I went over to open up the curtains and sliding glass door to get some fresh air and was greeted by more than fifty 13-year old girls, from several cheerleading squads, all practicing for a large cheerleading competition that takes place in Orlando this weekend. The cheerleaders took over the hotel. Seriously. There were like 500 of them here by the end of the day. It was painfully hilarious to this tired, anxious mom looking for some quiet!

I texted my mother-in-law who rightfully told me to find some ice cream, because it makes everything better.

I laughed, made my way downstairs, bought two magazines and a turkey wrap and found a quiet place by the "adult" pool (fortunately, most of the peppy cheerleader girls were hanging out at the "family" pool!)

As lovely as the sun felt on my face and legs, as good as that sandwich was, and as beautiful as the hotel and pool were, I couldn't untie the tangled web of discouragement that was hovering over my mind. I did read my magazines-- that was nice. I read through some chapters of a friend's memoir, which was also nice. I stuck my feet in the pool. I closed my eyes.

Perhaps it takes weeks to find a restful place in a mother's mind? I thought to myself. Perhaps this is as good as it gets.

Later in the day I stopped at the hotel coffee shop and got a vanilla latte, and found a quiet-ish (as quiet a corner as I could in a hotel teeming with cheerleaders) spot where I sat and started this blog post. It felt good to sit down and throw words onto the computer-- to share my heart, to be honest about my day. I realized that in my tired haze lately, there hasn't been much time for this; blogging, journaling, sharing.

But then I made my way upstairs to our room, where I saw Scott for a few minutes in-between meetings. (We haven't actually seen much of each other this week.) I was going to go for a walk and couldn't find my sports bra, and then couldn't find my tank top, and then couldn't find the ear buds for my phone and in the midst of searching and throwing clothes around like confetti, I lost it a little. You know, a mom meltdown. I started crying and ranting about all of the yadda, yadda going on in my head.

I had considered writing a laundry list of all of the things I was pondering, but here's the reality, we all have our "stuff". The things that trip us up, the lies we start to believe about ourselves. I'll be honest about a few things-- I've struggled with anxiety issues for the better part of my adult life. Sometimes the fact that life, and all of life's details overwhelm me so intensely, can cause the anxiety to turn into subtle depression. I've done reading on high sensitivity, anxiety, and ADD-- there are many pieces of the literature about all of these things that absolutely ring true for me. I've prayed about it. I've talked to counselors, psychiatrists, coaches, mentors, name it.

I come from a long line of family issues- depression, anxiety, hoarding, suicide, alcoholism- there are a lot of stories to tell.

But here's the deal, the bottom line...

Jesus is bigger than all if it.

 I say that with full confidence, from the bottom of my heart, from the deepest depths of my soul.

Though my emotional landscape has been a journey of discovery, with many ups and downs, particularly over the last 15 years (there is much to the story, I assure you!), I feel more grounded in my faith than ever before, and on my worst emotional days my ability to hear God's voice in the midst of the fog is greater than ever before.

So, even though the day started out on a rocky note, this is what inevitably happened.

I prayed, opened my Bible and God showed up.

Give me a verse God, a word. I need to hear YOU right now!

God's word does not return void. Ever.

I opened to Ezekiel 34:12, "As a shepherd seeks out his flock in the day that his sheep are scattered; so will I seek out my sheep, and will DELIVER them out of ALL the places where they have been SCATTERED in the cloudy and dark day."

My mind felt cloudy. Dark. Scattered. I was feeling lost and in need of someone to guide the way.

The reality is that my family history, the story of how I came to be, is a scattered story too...sheep scattered in dark places.

But, God.

He seeks us out. He finds us in our dark places. He calls to us and delivers us. There is freedom when we come to Him.

I eventually found my headphones (well, actually Scott found my headphones in the suitcase I had searched 3 times) and made my way down to the hotel fitness center where I hopped on the treadmill ready to pound out my discouragement and heavy heart.

I kid you not, Jesus meets me on the treadmill more often than I count. I start running, and praying and he speaks directly to me. Between the endorphins and the Jesus conversations I often leave the treadmill a changed woman. Prayer works. Running helps (:

I threw on a playlist that I recently created on Spotify that included several really powerful songs by Christian artists. This one in particular hit home are a few of the words and a link to the song on You Tube in case you want to listen to the whole thing (it's worth it!)

Excerpt from "Shadows" by David Crowder:

Life is full of light and shadow 
O the joy and O the sorrow 
O the sorrow 

And yet will He bring 
Dark to light 
And yet will He bring 
Day from night 

When shadows fall on us 
We will not fear 
We will remember 

When darkness falls on us 
We will not fear 
We will remember 

When all seems lost 
When we're thrown and we're tossed 
We remember the cost 
We rest in Him 
Shadow of the cross

(For full lyrics click here.) 

(To listen to the song on You Tube, click here.)

I was a totally changed woman when I got off the treadmill last night.  I felt stronger. Braver.  My hope was restored, my clarity was restored. I felt encouraged, emboldened, hopeful. That is the power of the holy spirit that lives in us when we have a relationship with Jesus. Truly. You can't make this stuff up. 

As I got off the treadmill God whispered these words straight from scripture, "In this world you will have trouble. But, take heart! I have overcome the world!" (John 16:33)

I was reminded that my mind falls in slippery, shadowy places because I am oh so human. Perhaps it's genetics, biochemistry, hereditary or situational. Perhaps I could pray more or more intentionally focus on all that I have to be grateful for. Perhaps. 

But, perhaps this is just part of who I am. I'm creative. Intuitive. Sensitive. Emotional. Those are all very good things, but in this crazy, hazy world my sensitivity can leave me overwhelmed, which leads to discouragement and fear. It is then that my mind gets foggy and I lose sight of Jesus. 

In the fear, I lose sight. I get lost. I wander. 

Fortunately, the good shepherd doesn't lose sight of me. 

He meets me where I am, often on the treadmill, and sets me back on solid ground. 

So, I'm leaving Florida a more peaceful woman. Not because of a massage or pedicure (which I actually didn't get). Not because of the sunshine (which was fantastic) or because of hours by the pool. Not because of some preconceived idea of rest in a quiet hotel room. 

But, because Jesus met me in my shadow-y place and reminded me that my peace is in Him. 


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  2. Lisa, I love that you poured out the whole process you went through on this trip. You're not alone in the anxiety or needing to get away or the messiness. Keep writing out the beauty and lessons you find. It's beautifully done!


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