Three Liebs to the Sun

When you write about depressing stuff most of the time it’s hard to fathom anyone accusing you of doing a service to humankind.  But two fellow bloggers have not only done that, but awarded me for it!

Shannon from Mommy Has Issues has gifted me with a Liebster Award.  Count ’em – 1, 2, 3!  Thank you so much.

Cate at Infinite Sadness . . . or Hope? nominated me for another Sunshine Award.  I know at times I’m one hot mess like the sun, but didn’t know I had that much light to spread!  Thank you kindly.

Both of these writers obliterate the idea of perfection before it can even get its feet under it.  Bravo!  Shannon does so for motherhood.  Cate does so for mental health.  And both do it smashingly for surviving this wild ride known as life.

As I’m a repeat offender with these awards, I will complete only the ‘interview’ portion of the process.

Inquiries from Mommy Has Issues: 2818120_orig

  1. If I could haunt someone who would it be and why?  I can think of someone I’d love to torment, but I really don’t like this person and don’t think I’d want to spend so much of my afterlife with her!
  2. If I could go back in time, what era would I visit?  The 50s for sure.  I would follow Jack Kerouac around like a little lost puppy dog.
  3. What 3 things would you take on a deserted island (excluding husband and children)?  A stack of books (yes, that counts as ONE of the things and yes, I’m cheating), a Swiss Army knife, and I know I should say a honking bottle of water, but probably some sort of chocolate/peanut butter combination.  (By the way, I’m glad husband and children were excluded so it doesn’t look bad when I leave them out)
  4. What is my favorite color?  Purple.  And it warms my cockles that my kindergartner has chosen this for hers as well.
  5. Wine or beer?  I have to choose?  That really is unfair.  Depends on what I’m eating.  Salty = beer.  Robust = red wine.  Cheese/seafood = white.  Just call me the Michelangelo of imbibing.
  6. If I were to write a memoir, what title would I give it?  In the spirit of a second-grader, I can’t tell you for fear you’ll steal it.  It’s in the works.
  7. If I were a Superhero, what power would I have?  Definitely flying.
  8. If I could ask my future self one question, what would it be?  Tempting.  But you know what?  In surprise to myself and probably all of you reading, nothing.  I’m gonna see where it takes me.  Wow.  Did I just have a moment?
  9. Do I want to go where everyone knows my name?  Is this a trick question?  I grew up about 60 miles from where Cheers took place.  We still all yell if we meet someone named Norm.  But me – no, I prefer anonymity – unless of course you know a solicitous editor.
  10. Do I like birds?  Heck, yes.  Want to be one.  Any one – EXCEPT mockingbirds.  Me and mockingbirds, we don’t play well together.
  11.  Who is my guilty pleasure music artist?  I can hear my friend, Chris, laughing at me right now.  The Black Eyed Peas.  So out of my realm.  But it’s got a funky beat and I can dance to it 😉 (And Shannon, NIN and Nirvana are not guilty pleasures!)

Many thanks, Mommy, for your nomination!  I am honored.  I love reading your posts of truth and triumph – and often, hilarity!

 

Questions from Cate:  The Sunshine Award

  1. Favorite color: purple
  2. Favorite animal: Red-breasted robin
  3. Favorite number: Three.  I know, ironic, right?
  4. Favorite non-alcoholic drink: green tea with pomegranate juice and seltzer.  Makes me feel fancy.
  5. Favorite alcoholic drink: Again, with the choosing.  Right now, some sort of ale.
  6. Facebook or Twitter: Facebook.
  7. My passions: obsessing – ha.  Writing.  Reading.  Enjoying nature.  Searching.  Photography.  Creative endeavors (vague, I know.  Think where home decor, collage, scrapbooking . . . intersect).
  8. Giving or Receiving Gifts: Giving.  Though free stuff is always good.

Cate, I have so enjoyed reading your thoughtful and thought-provoking writing on your blog.  Thank you for doing it and thank you for sharing.  And thanks for thinking of me . . . 🙂

 

The blogosphere is often a lot more hospitable than the actual one in which we live.  Thanks to Shannon and Cate for making it so!

 

Where Is My God When It Hurts?

Another great post from Cate Redell at Infinite Sadness . . . or Hope?

Her thoughts are what runs through many a tormented mind, I think, trying to figure out why its owner is suffering.

In the darkest days of my postpartum depression, I peered into every corner, lifted every heavy layer up, searching for some reason why this was happening to me; some redeeming seed I took take forward and grow into something useful.

God is not vengeful. I don’t think this was put upon me as punishment. I don’t think I deserve this.

But are there some lessons I can take from it?

I work extremely hard at controlling things, often to my own detriment. I am horrible at admitting I need or asking for help, much to my misery. I am a perfectionist, punishing myself with an impossible ideal.

When my world spun out of control, these were all things that were impossible to maintain.

And from my earliest days, God instilled in me a desire to help others. If even one person could learn from my suffering, would that be the reason for it? My ability to not lose faith and turn my trials into something positive?

In the end, it’s all about perspective and how we choose to react to what’s given us.

Cate’s post gets to the heart of that. Enjoy!

Infinite Sadness... or hope?

Last week I wrote about struggling to find hope in the midst of the chronic pain and fatigue of  fibromyalgia (see Fatigued Hope). I admit I’m still battling this one. I don’t think there is a simple answer, yet I am frustrated by having previously written about hope, but not being able to find it to apply in this situation.

A number of people commented, in relation to that post, that I should perhaps look to my spiritual beliefs. Hence my question: where is my God when it hurts? The question is phrased as it is because I believe that spirituality is an individual thing, and as such where your God is when I hurt is not actually of much significance to me. It is in terms of how you might find comfort in your trials, but for me personally, it only about my perception of who my God…

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