Hope

Mid-January, I went to Wisconsin to visit my Mom.  The thing on the plane that just was so obvious to me is how loud everyone is.  Why do people have to talk so loud?  I’m on a plane where the engine noise is already loud, but I can still hear individual conversations.  The person you are talking to is right next to you, why do you have to include me in your conversation?  They weren’t even interesting conversations.  It was a whole plane of “look how cool I am”.  Exhausting.  The rest of the world is right, Americans are loud and talk too much.

It was good to see Mom.  Her new place is nice and the people that work there are nice.  She was playing Bingo when I got there.  They have three meals a day and activities.  She has a small kitchen in her apartment so she could still cook if she wanted to.  I’m very glad she was able to move out of her condo into assisted living.

I helped Mom with some shopping.  I took her to Target with me.  I wondered if it would be too much.  It was.  It is a big store and even though we only walked part of it, it was too much.  But she wanted to go to three different stores so I think that would have been worse.  We went out to lunch a couple times and also went to church.  It was great to spend time with her and see her new place.

At church, the preacher was starting a new program with the congregation.  It had steps and things to do.  It sounded like a program that would go on for a month or two and involved extra study or practice outside of Sunday church.  I remember feeling a sense of hope come over the congregation as he talked about the upcoming program and how it was going help make everyone’s year great.  I remember doing workshops, study groups, and programs like this at church when I was in high school.  I remember the sense of hope at the beginning – This is going to change my life – This is the answer to everything – This is going to fix everything – This is going to get me on the right path.  In some of the programs I grew and gained new knowledge.  I can’t say any of them changed my life.  Some sent me on a new path.  I never found the answer to everything.  I can’t say any of them were ever bad, but I noticed something as I sat there in this old familiar feeling (I really like this familiar feeling).  The level of hope at the beginning is so strong and is a feeling far stronger than the outcome ever was.  I realized that it wasn’t just hope, but a feeling of control.  Oh great, this person has all the answers and if I just do all the steps in this program, follow all the learning, I too will have all the answers.  Then I will finally have control of my life, my emotions, my finances, my spirituality, my love live, etc.  In the past, as the programs went on, I learned, but I never became in control of anything.  I never got the carrot I was chasing.  As it turns out, I cannot control life.  This is also a good example of living in the future.  I felt so wonderful at the beginning of one of these programs because of the promise of a better future.  Hope and planning and learning can be tricky.  Hope feels so wonderful and is a huge motivator so we label it as a good thing, but then don’t acknowledge that we are rejecting the present moment and living in the future.  We assume that if we don’t have hope then we must have the opposite, despair, a bad attitude, disbelief or pessimism.  What if life doesn’t have to be an either / or situation.  What if we can be present and plan when the time is right for planning, learn when the learning comes, and know that the future will be great just because it will and not because we are using hope to avoid being present now.

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Mom and some of her neighbors
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Mom taking a selfie
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Some of my old needlework I found at Mom’s
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More needlework

Snowboarding

 

Two things I really missed about Colorado – Snow and being physically fit.  So, I was quite excited to go snowboarding.  I’m not sure mother nature is as excited about me going snowboarding.

My first attempt involved me driving up into the mountains in a white out blizzard.  I got to the tunnel and it was closed.  This is not abnormal.  They often shut it to let hazardous materials trucks through when the road around it closed.  Sometimes they close it when the roads are bad to clear the road or clear accidents.  So, I waited patiently.  I always have a book with me for situations like this.  Two hours later, the tunnel was still closed.  I turned around and went back down through the blizzard to go home.  Later I found out the ski resort I was going to was closed at 1:00 because of avalanche danger on the roads.  Welcome back to Colorado!

Then the next time I went snowboarding, I got up late because I was going by myself.  I got to the resort and there was a line of cars for the parking lot.  A parking guy came up and told me the lot was full and only cars with 3 or more people could wait for the lot.  So, people without friends are no longer allowed to ski.  I found a spot along the road quite a distance from the resort and managed to catch a ride in the back of a truck up to the resort.  I was determined to get that board on the snow.  Wow!  There is no oxygen up there.  I have also gained weight and every time I bend over to buckle my bindings, my stomach gets in the way.  Then I’m bent over trying to get these things buckled which is actually more work than I remember.  My belly is pushing on my lungs so I can’t get a full breath.  Add that there is a severe oxygen deficiency and I was exhausted before even getting on the lift.  I managed to do three runs before my legs started complaining.  At that point I decided that I could say I went snowboarding, but I couldn’t say I was enjoying it.  It took me a half hour to walk back to my car.  As far as snowboarding went, it was a disappointing day.  As far as getting a good workout in, it was a fabulous day.

Now, I’ve decided that snowboarding needs to happen during the week because the weekends are too crowded for single people.  The next time I went I made the goal of doing at least 4 runs.  I got there and it was -3 degrees and dropping.  I met a friend which was nice.  I did manage to do 4 runs, but was so cold by the end of the 4th run that I couldn’t stand it anymore.  And of course, it’s still painful, work with no oxygen.

The next time, I got up there late, but managed to get 4.5 runs in so I count that an improvement.  I would have done more, but the resort closed.  This time I took advil before which helped a little with the screaming legs.  I hope there’s a steep recovery somewhere in the near future.

Interesting question on the extra weight I’m carrying.  Some of it has to do with being weak and out of shape.  Some of it has to do with Valentines Day candy that mysteriously jumped into my shopping cart.  But, all of last year I was out of shape and didn’t have the extra weight and I ate sugar as if it was one of the major food groups.  I’m back in the US for less than a month and I put on so much weight that my skin hurts.  I am wondering if all the conspiracy theory drama about the horrible toxins in our food is actually part of this.  Is my body freaking out from the change in food?

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